tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64006078505624478712012-02-16T01:58:34.514-05:00Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.comBlogger1001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-30095670875121489032011-02-15T21:09:00.000-05:002011-02-15T21:09:25.422-05:00

I've been lost in the forest for a while, wandering around aimlessly. Now I find myself standing is a clearing gazing around and wondering how I happened upon this place. I believe I'll rest here for a while and revel in the beauty that surrounds me.

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Well, my trek through the forest has led me far away from where I expected to be. We recently relocated to the other side of the state where I know nobody and have very minimal knowledge about the surrounding area. It has been a bit overwhelming. This change has been good in many ways, though. The past few months have been a blur of chaos and despondency that found me unable to write more than a

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Oh, to be by the side of the ocean waves every day. To wake to the sweet smell of salty water. To hear the calling sirens of the crashing waves. Were it possible, this is where I would be. It matters not what shore I roam, as long as the water is near. As long as I can gaze upon the ever changing roll of the seas, my heart and soul are at rest. Alas, it is but a short respite that I take at

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I has a sad. I'm having a birthday party - Tea Party - for my youngest child. My sister is refusing to come because my brother will be there. Seriously? How old are you? It is quite irritating. Frankly, I'm not surprised. She's never been to any of my kids' parties. This time, though, she's placing the excuse squarely on the knowledge that my brother will be there and she can't possibly make

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I've been lethargic over the past few months. I haven't had energy or motivation to do anything. It's difficult to have a list of things to be done when there is no energy for doing. I took a week off away from the babies and my husband. I took my teenager out of town - just me and him - for a week in Washington D.C. The trip was good for me. It was difficult because this was the longest time

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  Today's post is brought to you by my recent Facebook Interaction. For the players: Shaunalynn - is meself                           Celena - is my sister                            Tammy - is Angel's biological mother                           Randall - is my husband                           Angel - is my oldest child who just turned 20I have deleted the last names and the FB avatars to avoid

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I love warmer weather, when it's not too cold to be outside and not too hot to be outside. I love being able to hang out at the park and let the kids play. I love the gentle breeze and the healing warmth of the sun that is present at this perfect time of year - before the sun is so strong and hot that even a few minutes is enough to make me run for cover. It's awesome. Welcome Spring!

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We had snow this weekend. We actually had about 4 inches of snow here. We RARELY ever get decent snow. The snow rolled in on Friday and now it's gone. It was here for the weekend - perfect for playing with the kids - and gone by the time we were all getting restless. I remember how much fun we had playing in the snow when we were kids. Watching my girls playing in the snow and having snowball

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Life is settling down a bit now that the holidays are past. There is no upcoming events that require attention at this moment. Yesterday, I attended an all day scrapbooking event in hopes of getting some much needed work done on my big project. I managed to complete 18 pages yesterday, which is majorly awesome. I also learned a few lessons to put to use for the next all day event I attend. 1)

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The holidays are now well behind us, but the aftermath is still lingering. I'm still tired. The house is still in a state of chaos. (Oh wait - the house is always in a state of chaos. I can't blame that on the holidays.) There is the essence of change on the horizon. We are preparing to enroll Kira in riding lessons in March. She loves horses so much that it is a natural option for her. Her

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I am so glad the holiday season is over for the year. While I thoroughly enjoyed Christmas, it has been quite exhausting and I'm just plain tired. Unfortunately, the kids are still running full speed ahead. I seriously need to invent a remote control that has a "Child Mute" button and an "Instant Sleep" button. In fact, my husband was watching a Stargate episode last night where the people were

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-8954324519913803422009-12-02T00:39:00.000-05:002009-12-02T00:39:25.408-05:00

We spent the evening at my mother-in-law's house enjoying dinner and letting the kids play. The highlight of the evening, though, was when Grandma finally said it was time to decorate her tree. Her boys had set the tree up last Thursday, but the decorating had to wait because she was too sick for the girls to come over and help. She wouldn't dream of trying to decorate the tree without them, so

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-21871536112517063782009-11-30T11:27:00.000-05:002009-11-30T11:27:04.420-05:00

I'm cold. This may seem like a normal way of being considering the time of year, but this is the first time in over five years that I have actually been cold. My body temperature was elevated for the past few years due to pregnancies and hormonal irregularities. I was always burning up. I slept with a fan blowing all night, much to my husband's displeasure. He endured. Now, I'm freezing. It takes

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It's that time of year again. Another round of holidays to be faced and conquered. This year feels different, though. I'm not so anxious. I'm not so restless. I've barely even realized that it is holiday time again. The past year has been a time of growing and moving for me. I'm no longer bound by the pain of the past in the way I have been before. I'm no longer waiting for my "family" to get

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-35843424618393423912009-11-12T15:05:00.000-05:002009-11-12T15:05:08.666-05:00

I spent last night awake through most of the night reading a book that I picked up at the thrift store a few weeks back. It's one of the Chicken Soup books. Admittedly, I've never actually read an entire Chicken Soup book. I love opening them in the stores to a random story and reading just one or two of the entries. For some reason, though, I just couldn't stop reading this one last night. I

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-54247444795563232962009-11-06T10:04:00.000-05:002009-11-06T10:04:05.261-05:00

I have a new published article. I would love it if you would check it out. Read it. Like it. Stumble it. Twitter it. Yada yada yada. Ten Things a Woman Should Never Apologize For

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Halloween Glitters                    

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-2350196851580781362009-10-30T17:37:00.000-04:002009-10-30T17:37:03.869-04:00

We went for a drive through the trees yesterday. The colors this year are glorious and vibrant, unlike many years before where the trees dropped their leaves unceremoniously from their limbs to the ground. This year, the trees are putting on a show. It's nice. If you enjoy the beauty of colorful fall leaves, get outside and experience the display. With all the rain that we've had here in Georgia,

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-66947717081603127012009-10-24T20:39:00.000-04:002009-10-24T20:39:11.357-04:00

Do you know that feeling you get when you come across a person that you just know will touch your life deeply? Over the past two weeks, I've been blessed to become acquainted with two such persons. One person, I've known for sometime through the Internet but only just met in person today. I spent a few hours at her house with her kids. I was so surprised at how easily we fell into friendship

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-2653132354752519912009-10-23T11:14:00.001-04:002009-10-23T11:16:41.252-04:00

I need duct tape today. My little angels are being awfully whiny. I'm not sure why this is, but it's starting to get on my nerves.One lost her beloved Beatin (aka: blanket). The other one lost her beloved pacifier.Somehow, they believe that I should locate these objects that have been misplaced. Why is that? It isn't MY Beatin. It isn't MY pacifier. It isn't MY problem.Except... they whine about

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-35345624890291965442009-10-17T16:44:00.001-04:002009-10-17T16:44:12.176-04:00

Tom Mabe: EavesdroppingTom Mabe: Eavesdropping

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You may not be aware, but I am severely overweight. My doctor is even to the point of recommending the Lap Band Surgery. I vetoed that idea outright and told him I wanted to wait a while longer and try just one more thing.Well - my one more thing is my sister-in-law. She has graciously volunteered to be my personal trainer. We are meeting 3 times a week to do workouts that she is tailoring to my

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Marisa - 2 Days OldTime is ticking away. The counter has begun.The contest will begin shortly. Do you want to win free stuff? Are you ready? Well, well, well - do I have the spot for you. Visit The Art and Science of Parenting on Friday evening. I will be posting details regarding my next give away contest right here. **If you want to be a sponsor, just send me an email at aandsparenting@

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I conquered the swinging bridge today. I cried from one side to the other, held tight to the ropes with each hand, but I made it across the bridge and found a moment to look out and admire the beauty of the view while I was in the middle of my own personal crisis.Thirty years ago, I walked across that same swinging bridge. I didn't want to make that walk. It was a very scary path for the 5 year

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-42174762606405968902009-10-06T04:07:00.002-04:002009-10-06T04:36:47.388-04:00

I'm awake now, probably for the rest of the night. I had another nightmare. I woke up about an hour ago and just can't seem to get back to sleep. I did try, even though I had doubts that I would manage sleep again this night. In my nightmare, I was on my way home. I met my mother along the way and asked her where my girls were. She told me that they were back at the house with my stepfather. I

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-52134847456181208852009-10-05T11:23:00.002-04:002009-10-05T11:23:48.492-04:00

I'm tired. My back hurts.The house is a mess. The kids are arguing. It's cloudy and dreary outside today. I have way too much to get done and no motivation. BLAH!

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-63990360386207552722009-10-01T23:42:00.002-04:002009-10-01T23:47:37.764-04:00

My heart is sad tonight. I can't really pin down why. I just feel sad. I think the feeling can be traced to the moment when I realized that my 5 year old had taken it upon herself to clean her room. She spent more than an hour picking up toys and putting them away. I have no idea where this sudden desire to straighten up her things came from. I'm not complaining that she did this. Indeed, it is a

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-79690755575881010162009-09-27T05:00:00.004-04:002009-09-27T05:15:36.520-04:00

It's very early in the morning and I have yet to sleep. Perhaps this isn't exactly a true statement. I slept for about two hours in the early afternoon and awoke around 7:00 in the evening. I have learned that sleep must be taken when it is given. My being knows nothing of the normal ways of people. Therefore I take advantage of those moments when sleep comes easily without consideration for the

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-53055939304243834272009-09-24T11:35:00.003-04:002009-09-24T11:42:40.504-04:00

There are a lot of things changing around here. The leaves are changing now. The weather is changing. The time has come for a few personal changes. I'm doing a great deal of cleaning and purging. Many of the things that we just don't need are getting disposed of, given away, sold, or just tossed in the junk bin. Along with the personal household changes, I'm making a few changes to my websites,

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-84616179827981996842009-09-21T07:25:00.002-04:002009-09-21T07:27:37.129-04:00

I woke up way too early this morning at the insistence of the little people. I have no idea why they decided to get up so early. And today's forecast --- Rain and Thunderstorms all day long... AGAIN!!!Thank you, Lord, for giving us the rain that we so desperately needed. (But did you have to give it to us all at once????)

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-47591258586185345822009-09-16T17:28:00.002-04:002009-09-16T17:35:45.694-04:00

The weather here has been particularly dreary and rainy lately. As a result of all the moisture, we have mushrooms. I can walk through my yard and easily find a half a dozen different species of mushrooms. It would be quite nice if they were edible and I could harvest them for dinner. Perhaps I will go on a photo safari and take pictures of all the different mushrooms I find. I've been thinking

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-52112380740310444172009-09-09T12:00:00.002-04:002009-09-09T12:11:18.866-04:00

There's nothing like having a week without sleep to help you realize just how important sleep is for one's ability to function.I am thankful that with the help of a bit of honey, I managed to get some sleep last night. My little girls have both been sick for a week, and none of the cough medicine was helping. It occurred to me that honey would be a good idea. I'm not real sure where the thought

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-30622850664667354122009-09-06T09:57:00.002-04:002009-09-06T10:04:22.297-04:00

This week has been one hectic bit of time. First, Marisa got sick. As she is beginning to get better, now her big sister is sick. Not only is Kira sick, but she's more sick than Marisa was. Kira even makes a point to let me know that she is more pitiful and more sick than Marisa was. Even in sickness there is sibling competition. I find that to be quite amusing that the oldest wishes to be more

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-49710221814200864292009-08-22T09:09:00.002-04:002009-08-22T09:13:36.957-04:00

Well, we missed the art show last weekend because I was so sick. Luckily, the show is also today and next weekend. I'm feeling better, so we will be headed out to Atlanta for a few hours today. I know the kids will enjoy the experience. Hopefully it will be adult friendly, too. I'm hoping my teenager will decide to come with us.It's good to feel better. I have so much to do now because the last

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-24351602490292254832009-08-19T17:46:00.002-04:002009-08-19T17:48:28.809-04:00

I am thankful for the accidental discovery of penicillin.I am slowly recovering.I am also thankful for my wonderful husband and his step-mother, both who have helped me tremendously the last few days as I've battled this horrible sickness. (His mother is usually also very helpful, but is currently out of town.)I am also thankful for my bed, which is currently beckoning to me...

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-76348775067126442562009-08-16T22:01:00.001-04:002009-08-16T22:02:25.116-04:00

I have strep.Luckily, I have Randall. He got me ice cream. He took me to the doctor. He kept the kids away.Back to bed for me.

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-88920643708177957482009-08-12T21:33:00.002-04:002009-08-12T21:40:26.698-04:00

Sadness. Darkness. Overwhelming. Bearing down. Crashing in. Smothering. Heavy. Pain. Weeping. Irrational. Fear. Panic. Worry. Lonely. Distant. Solitude. Failure. Despair.These are the feelings and thoughts that I battle frequently.The pills help - Lord knows they really, really help - but some days the sickness gets the best of me. Some days, when the world seems to be against me, the tears come

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-50286036127401047862009-08-08T15:33:00.002-04:002009-08-08T15:52:40.336-04:00

I'm spending a few days out in the woods for a much needed break from responsibilities. You may wonder how I can be visiting with you while I'm out here in the forest. Well, there is a lodge at Unicoi State Park with free wireless Internet access. My husband and I are taking advantage of the lodge for a bit of relaxing television and playing on the computer. I've found this short trip to be very

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-22713626053437657912009-08-06T09:42:00.002-04:002009-08-06T09:46:26.091-04:00

The past few days have been incredibly insane. My best friend had twins via C-Section on Saturday. I got to meet the parents of the twins on Sunday. (My friend was a gestational surrogate.) My friend Toni flew in from Canada on Monday. I spent Monday and Tuesday evening with her after spending part of the day at the hospital each day. I took my friend home from the hospital yesterday. The drive

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-18590236880302004692009-07-28T09:21:00.003-04:002009-07-28T09:29:42.995-04:00

I didn't sleep well last night. It was another late night for me. I finally managed to drift off to sleep around 4:00 this morning. The girls woke me just before 8:00. Just before Kira came up to the bed, I was having the most interesting dream. I can't really explain the entire situation in my dream, but I spent a good bit of time floating instead of walking.There were crowds of people around me

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-59665265951031016422009-07-27T00:08:00.002-04:002009-07-27T00:23:26.918-04:00

This next week is going to be such an exciting time for me. I have so much going on.First, I get to see my daughter and grandson tomorrow. It's a long drive, but I enjoy spending time with them so it is worth it.This weekend is the South East Homeschool Expo. I'm going on Friday and Saturday. My mother-in-law is coming with me. My husband is not terribly interested in the chaos of conventions, so

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-55281622334469658302009-07-19T17:55:00.001-04:002009-07-19T18:05:09.961-04:00

My thoughts today have been focused on a conversation I had with a lady a few weeks ago regarding the topic of church. It's an odd moment of contemplation that just seems to be stuck with me for some reason.A few months ago, my husband and I found a church that we absolutely love. This in itself is a miracle, as we had both grown weary of the process of "going to church" and dealing with "church

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-30774998309077351782009-07-14T13:12:00.003-04:002009-07-14T13:15:37.652-04:00

I'm at it again. I managed to get to the insurance office. Now that I'm back home, I've laid the little monsters (ahem - sweet angels) in my bed in hopes of a nap. Seriously, they are both so grumpy today that they NEED a nap.Well, while I force a bit of rest upon them, I have hooked up the DDR again. Today's endeavors have been far more successful. I've managed to complete the first 3 sections

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-50474078802456899932009-07-14T09:31:00.003-04:002009-07-14T09:32:54.695-04:00

I am so tired today. I need to drive to the insurance office to pay our insurance bill. I just don't want to take the time to do that. I don't really have a choice, as the bill has to be paid today, but it's such a hassle to pack the kids up and drive to the office - get them all out of the car and take them in - pack them into the car again and bring them back home. It's tedious. It's irritating

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-54055436503548675732009-07-13T21:04:00.002-04:002009-07-13T21:07:04.124-04:00

I have no idea why I thought it was a good idea. I tried it once at a teen party that we were having for our church youth group and decided that I really needed to buy one for myself. Now that I have it, all I can say is this:OW! OW! OW! OW!With that being said, I still think it was probably a good idea. After all, I'm seriously out of shape and this might help me be motivated to get my act

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-75932124019072570802009-07-10T22:57:00.002-04:002009-07-10T22:59:48.458-04:00

Well, I've survived the 15th birthday. Gibson, of course, seems terribly unconcerned about this particular milestone in his life. I have found myself remembering where I was in my own life fifteen years ago when Gibson was just making his way into this world. (I'm so glad I never had to repeat that weekend...)

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I'm feeling very sad and alone right now. Usually I'm okay being alone. Usually I desire a few moments to be alone. Right now though, I am unhappy with my aloneness. My family is out of the country for a wedding that I was unable to attend due to the expense. My husband, his mother, and his stepmother have all gone to attend his brother's wedding. They left on Monday and will return on Sunday.

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Today is the first day of July.Can somebody please tell me how this happened?[Glitterfy.com - *Glitter Words*]

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I stumbled across this today and want to save it and see if it works. I don't want to lose it, so I'm posting it here.When leaving a comment, you will be redirected to a blogger default page.Please leave this window open if you want to use emoticons in your post!Copy and paste the text code of the emoticon you wish to use into your post. Text code Image :-) :)

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I am so excited. I just bought a DDR game pack from Ebay for considerably less than it would have cost me to get this from the store. Of course the price is not what I'm all excited about.There was a sleepover for our teen youth group this past weekend, and one of the girls brought her DDR.OH. MY. GOSH.This game is so much fun. Well - I should qualify that. This game will be so much fun when I

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As I wander through my days, I try hard to find at least a slight bit of joy in each bit of my life. There are certain things that I know will always bring me a touch of happiness. If I'm feeling particularly down on any given day, I know these things will brighten my world - if only for a moment. I thought I would share my list of simple pleasures. We all have a list such as this. Sometimes we

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I'm about to begin a pretty intensive task of repainting the walls inside the house. I already painted the bathroom, though there are quite a few finishing touches that need to be done in there. I have all the paint purchased for the job. I have all the supplies. Now I just have to get motivated.I'm planning to let the girls help me with the first coat of paint on the wall. I know they'll have so

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Glitterfy.com - Glitter Graphics

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I saw on the TV today that there is a special one hour long episode scheduled for the Jon and Kate show. It seems that they have made some life altering decisions that the world needs to know about.Now, call me a skeptic, but this reeks of publicity stunt.I'm going to make a prediction. I predict that they are about to announce a trial separation due to the recent marital problems they've been

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I'm sitting her today watching a bit of TV at a friend's house. My friend is out of town, and I'm hanging out with her dogs, so I get the reign of the TV. It's wonderful.Right now I'm watching this really cool show called Clean House. In the episode I'm watching, one of the guys used the word 'clutterectomy.'I'm in love with this show now. I have to tell you, my house tends to be a bit cluttered

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Take note of my new little gadget over on the sidebar!!!Well, to make it a bit easier to find, I'm going to put it in this post, too. I'm nice like that.A few of my lucky readers are already aware of my crafty nature. Now the rest of you can check my stuff out, too.

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Sometimes you just have to slow down a bit. I went to the hardware store today to buy some paint, and Marisa came along with me. We wandered the store aimlessly for quite a while. Marisa discovered the display bathtubs and found it quite amusing to climb into them and play. Then she discovered the maze of doors and windows. There's something about mazes that attracts children. We wandered through

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I'm really enjoying the television this week. I'm house sitting for a friend, so I have free reign of her big screen TV. The thing is, we don't have TV at my house. We have a television with a DVD / VHS player, but no cable or dish reception. To be honest, it makes life so much easier to live without television. However, there are certain shows that I thoroughly enjoy watching. All the crime

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I keep seeing all the tabloids, commercials and blog posts regarding the reality show, Jon & Kate Plus 8.Tonight I got to see the commercial about the next episode with Emeril Lagasse as a guest.Am I the only person who thinks that all the tabloid photos and rumors of impending divorce is just part of a scripted publicity stunt to maintain and increase public interest in this family.After seeing

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I feel as though I've ripped my soul out and impressed it upon the paper on which I type. Writing is not such an easy thing to do when you invest yourself into your work. My current project is one that I am very passionate about. I find myself filled with a driving need to get the words on paper and not nearly enough time and energy to do so properly. There is a great deal of research and

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I am so tired right now. There is so much going on.My poor kitty cat got hurt and had to be taken to the vet yesterday. We thought she had cut herself on something, and the cut had gotten infected. Turns out that her injury was most likely caused by a spider bite. I'll spare you the gory details, but hope that your animals don't get bitten by a spider. It is not pleasant.No I have to tend to the

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The biggest regrets of life are things not done, people not loved, words not said.You may think you regret the things you've said or done, or the love you've given, yet looking back over time it is what you failed to do or say or the love you kept hidden that you regret the most.--------------------------------------------As in most lessons, I learned this one the hard way.

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Today was the day that our church canceled all normal meetings for the purpose of going out into the world and putting our faith in God in action by giving of ourselves to help meet the needs of others. The church chose 6 different locations that had a real need for work to be done.I chose to join a group that would be working at a local group home for foster children. There was a ton of work to

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Today I would like to say that I am thankful for many things.I am thankful that my children are healthy and strong.I am thankful for morning hugs and kisses from two little girls.I am thankful that there is food in our house, even if it isn't always what we "want" to eat.I am thankful for the gift of having my wonderful mother-in-law.I am thankful for the extra gift of having my wonderful

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It used to be that one might say "Stop and smell the roses." Not here in the forest, though. Roses don't really grow very easily in the forest. The canopy of the trees tend to block out a lot of the direct sunlight.The lizards do roam free here, though. Sometimes they even decide to roam into the relative non-safety of my house. They should know better, seeing as how there are 3 cats in here, but

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Did you know that every day is a holiday? For example, today is 'Read in the Bathtub Day'. I suppose to observe this holiday we are supposed to hang out in the bath with books and read all day. I sure would love to be able to do such a thing.Friday, Feb 13th, is 'Blame Someone Else Day'.Feb 21st is 'Clam Chowder Day'.Who knew that every single day was a holiday to be celebrated?If you want to

Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13742538867410215197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6400607850562447871.post-37732735818686244202009-05-22T00:52:00.001-04:002009-05-22T00:55:23.807-04:00

I'm up late tonight. I can't sleep, so I've been playing on the Internet. Here are a few quotes that I came across while enduring this particular night of insomnia. I can't really give you references because I can't recall exactly where they all came from. There were many different sites that I visited tonight.I hope reading these quotes will bring a smile to your heart today.--------------------

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I have a migraine. My head hurts. It's not fair.I just wanted to complain for a bit.Carry on with your regularly scheduled lives now.

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Back when I was in High School, I made a list of quotes that I really loved. I stumbled across that list a while back and just want to share a few of these.I will say this: I have no idea who said these things first. I was pretty young when I wrote this list and never considered writing down the speakers' names. So if you recognize the quote as coming from a specific person, please know that it

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Sometimes something as simple as having lunch with a friend can turn your entire mood around. I spent a couple of hours eating some amazing soup and chatting with a friend of mine today. That time away from reality worked wonders on my state of mind. Did I mention that the soup was really, really good? I had never eaten soup at Olive Garden before today. I highly recommend that the next time you

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There are 100 smurfs! I know this because in the episode that is currently playing, Papa Smurf counted all the smurfs. He stopped at 98 and said there were two missing.Of these smurfs, I can name the following:Papa SmurfSmurfetteBrainy SmurfLazy SmurfHefty SmurfGreedy SmurfHarmony SmurfClumsy SmurfJokey SmurfHandy SmurfVanity SmurfI'm sure there are about 3 or 4 others that make regular

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"Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can."John WesleyCheck it out - www.servantevangelism.com

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If you've ever "owed your soul to the company store", then you know what Mr. Ford was saying when he sang Sixteen Tons back in 1955. This smash hit ruled the charts for eight weeks as the #1 hit back in 1955.Sixteen Tons is a heartfelt song about working the coal mines for low pay and going into debt to the store that was run by the company that owned the coal mine. The stores were always willing

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This post is dedicated to my dearly beloved. Today, as we were driving through our favorite cheater spot - Zaxby's - we saw a van in front of us with this bumper sticker. Randall mentioned that he knew what most of the symbols meant, but was unable to identify one symbol's meaning. From that conversation, this post has been born. It occurred to me that if Randall, the bottomless pit of random

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My church is having a month long teaching series called "Give it Away." This video is part of the series. I saw the video for the first time this morning and found myself overwhelmed with tears. I do believe I have finally found that one church where I know I can become a part of the family.Please take a few moments to watch this video, then find a way to create your very own ordinary miracles.

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I just want to express how unfair it all is. Really, time just doesn't seem to care about how much slower I need these things to go. I'm currently faced with the real disaster of my youngest and final child's - my baby - increasing age. In just a short seven days, my dear little Risa will turn a shocking three years old.This development is shocking to me for many reasons. The first, and most

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What is it about visiting familiar places that brings out all the emotions in me? I took my girls to see my mother today. Well, no, that isn't exactly right. I took my niece to spend the night with my mom because my niece is with me for the week and my mom wanted to see her on her days off from work. As an afterthought my mother asked me to bring my girls along for a visit, too.That place is so

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It snowed today. This is quite amusing. I live in Georgia where we rarely get snow in the winter. And yet here it is - April - and it was snowing.Of course the snow didn't last very long. It was mostly just a steady spray of flurries throughout the day with nothing even pretending to stick to the cars or the ground.But still.... Snow! In April.

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I don't think I really know who I am anymore. These past few days I've come to learn more about myself than perhaps even I ever wanted to know. I've learned that one should be careful of what they vow that they will never do, say, or think because those words often come back to haunt when you find that the person you thought you were is not exactly who you really are.I'm sure you're wondering

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I tried to kiss you.You pushed me away.

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I'm really tired of all this rain. It's depressing. It doesn't help that I'm already feeling a bit fragile with my emotions these days. I miss the sunshine and the gentle breezes of Spring time.I suppose the rain is necessary, but that doesn't make it any easier to tolerate. Perhaps if it were a bit warmer I could take the girls outside to dance in the rain. That would be so much fun.

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Why is it often so difficult to take care of one's own needs? I find it very easy to care for those around me, those who need me for various reasons. And yet taking care of myself and my own wants and needs leaves me feeling guilty and stressed. I've yet to discover why this is so.I need to do things for myself. I'm aware of this. And yet it is never easy to take time away from all those other

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There's something about spending the day outside underneath a bright blue sky that just makes everything better. There is a certain shade of blue that can only be found when the sky is mostly clear and the sun is at just the right place. The slight breeze that blows through my hair helps center my thoughts and clear my mind. I often wish every day could be filled with that certain type of blue

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What is it about little girls that causes them to run through the house squealing so loudly that your eardrums almost burst?Why, oh why must they always choose to do this at a moment that is incredibly inconvenient such as when I'm on the phone?I think they know how this affects my nerves and causes me to lose track of whatever it was that I may have been doing moments before they came running

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I recently started using Facebook and through the process, I've found several old friends and - yes - boyfriends.My husband is actually the one that got me started with Facebook. I opened an account over a year ago, but never bothered to get involved. About a month or so ago he started his own account and seemed to be enjoying the connection with his friends - new and old. So I revisited my

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I recently joined Facebook. Well, that isn't exactly true. I joined over a year ago, but didn't become active until just this past week or so. My husband started on Facebook and that's what got me into being active. When I started with Facebook, I began looking for people who had been important in my life, yet somehow drifted away. I found some of them, and others are still "missing".I wasn't

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I'm bored today. I don't want to do anything. There's nothing to do anyways. I'm not interested in playing on the computer or dropping cards. I don't feel like scrapping or making cards. I really just want to crawl back in bed.I have to get the girls dressed and ready for a trip to Grandma's house. I promised we would come spend some time over there today. I don't really feel like hanging out

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-And so blessed.Watching a show with a dear friend of mine tonight, I became aware of a certain horror that I've been oblivious to up until this time. We were watching Law and Order: SVU tonight, and the episode was very harsh and difficult to see. I can't tell you what the title was. I didn't really notice. But the story line revolved around a "family" in the city (New York? Is that where the

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I'm feeling particularly sad today. It's taken me a long time to figure out what it is that has been bugging me, but I finally managed to locate the source of my dismay.Sometime in the night, a little person crept into our bed. This is not unusual, though I typically wake up whenever this happens. My husband assures me that I woke up, and even got out of bed to help the little one find her way in

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I spent a couple of hours out in the yard with the girls today. The weather was so nice, 72 degrees in the middle of February. It would have been sinful to stay indoors. While we were playing, a bird's nest from last year fell out of one of the trees in the front yard. I took the opportunity to let the girls examine the nest in great detail. We talked about that nest for quite some time today.

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It's nearly 8:30 here and the girls have been in bed for over a half an hour now. This is perhaps a new record in our home. I'm experimenting with their sleeping habits to see if I can find something that actually works for everybody. They've both been particularly irritable over the last two weeks, due in part to the general stress in the household, but also to a bit of disruption in even the

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I hadn't expected the nightmares to begin so early. I knew they would come, but I really thought I had more time. This one tonight was startling in so many ways, partly because it is so soon. I suppose you're wondering what I'm talking about. After all, everybody has nightmares. It's just human nature, right. I guess some background information is in order so that you'll understand why this

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"I'm leaving! I'll come back when SHE is gone!"It sounds like something a woman would say, doesn't it? Perhaps a statement made by a jealous lover to her beau in order to force him to rid himself of an unwanted rival by means of force and manipulation?This is not the case. Nothing is ever "normal" or "the usual" here in my world. I believe we would all die of shock if "normal" happened

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Being tired is just horrible. Sometimes exhaustion can overtake everything. It's hard to function when sleep is missing. With the stress in our house, nobody has been sleeping well these past few days. The kids are still stressed over Daddy being sick, even though he is home from the hospital. I'm stressed over trying to take care of everybody and everything. It's hard to watch my husband be in

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I realized last night that I am reliving my past, only this time from a different position in the play. It is a very surreal feeling to be an actor in the same play with a new role.In 1982 my father was in the hospital for an extended length of time. I was 12 years old then, so my role was that of the worried child that was blissfully oblivious to realities of the situation. I was shipped off to

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I'm sitting here tonight, still in the hospital with my husband, still waiting to find out when we might get to go home. At this point, we have a diagnosis of his illness, but not an idea of when we will be able to return to our normal life. (For those interested, he has been diagnosed with Adult Onset Stills Disease - a very rare auto immune rheumatic disorder. You can Google it to find out more

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It has been a tiring day. With two sick kids and a sick husband, life has gone a bit crazy. I have been unable to sleep since Friday night because the kids keep waking up crying at night. I took them to the doctor today and hopefully the prescription cough medication will afford me a night of much needed sleep.As for my husband, it seems that his allergy issue may well be caused by peanut butter.

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I just returned from a week long vacation with the kids, leaving the husband behind to work. We both agreed that we could certainly use a break from each other. Having time apart is important to help us remember why we still love each other and still feel our marriage is worth our time and energy.While I was away, the very handsome room steward on our cruise ship made it pretty clear that he was

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The forest is a wonderful, yet scary place. It is so easy to get lost along the way. As I work my way through this forest called life, I find myself wondering where I'm going. Where will I be tomorrow? next week? next year?Some may think they know where their paths will lead, but life has a way of never working quite the way we expect.

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