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I would love to say this year has started out peacefully. That it is the best yet! But, so far? It's been trying. The events of late are bringing everything to a head. It's about to spill over. Action has to be taken in order to keep the scales in balance and my checkbook. I've been praying about it all. Praying for insight, for wisdom and for...peace in seeing all of it through however that

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Now that I have finished redesigning this thing, although I am still not satisfied with it (my posts are off and I can't get the width where I want it and the post title CSS was messing with me and the new Design template made my design Wonky!), I'm too over it to post. I had a good one too, I think. An update on Rachel, on school and the fork in the road I am facing. Another day, perhaps.

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It's a blur. It's one of those video montages where they throw in several different scenes and moments of time and then turn up the time lapse to hyper speed. You're left wishing you could view it a couple more times because, surely, there is something you missed. Or, you wish you never saw it at all. I find myself a mixture of both. Today is the first day of 2011. A full 365 days to get this

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Beautiful ThingsAll this painI wonder if I'll ever find my way?I wonder if my life could really change at all?All this earthCould all that is lost ever be found?Could a garden come up from this ground at all?You make beautiful thingsYou make beautiful things out of the dustYou make beautiful thingsYou make beautiful things out of usAll aroundHope is springing up from this old groundOut of chaos

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Sometimes it's better to move on. Move on and let go and know that there is a plan.A plan for them and a plan for me. Focus is a good thing. Walking the steps you need to take. Walking the path laid before you. Being obedient and trust the direction. Faith that it will come when it is supposed to come. Believing that your feet will have walked the steps to land on that firm solid piece of

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do(me) verb \ˈdü\me\did\ˈdid, dəd\done\ˈdən\do·ing\ˈdü-iŋ\does\ˈdəz\Definition of DO(me)transitive verb1: to bring to pass : carry out 2: Contrary to "Honey Do's", Do Me's means I have to do it all myself.3: perform, execute 4: bring about, effect 5: to bring to an end : finish —used in the past participle 6: to put forth : exert 7: to wear out especially by physical exertion : exhaust A

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I can tell you right now, that this little, insignificant page of mine, is going to take a turn. I'm giving you fair warning.Those that might actually still read...My Faith is growing. It's bursting out and I don't care who knows or disagrees. I'm going to share it cause it's what I feel and this little, insignificant page of mine is what it's about. How I feel. What I have to say and that's

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See that article over there...the one on the right about centering yourself? I really felt connected to it until they started talking about your "solar plexis".What the...huh? The overall meaning of the article does apply to me, however. I've been, or feel that I am, pulled in different directions. But my place of center is my Faith. It's the one thing where I feel grounded and still. The one

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School starts soon. I wasn't nervous, actually excited, until today. I'm suddenly feeling overwhelmed, unprepared and as if I'm setting myself up for failure. It's an attitude I don't want or need to have. Overwhelmed...because I'm working full time, schooling full time, parenting all the time (which includes all the house work, shopping, yard work, cooking, bill paying etc.) Granted, I only have

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I'm not sure if I'm happy...or sad. I'm happy. It's a big milestone. It's exciting for her and I remember the feeling when I got my first too. But, I remember the feeling when I got my first and I'm not sure I want to let go of her that way yet. I don't really have a choice though. It's inevitable. It will be. No matter how I feel about it. When I heard that my Niece got her first, I was so

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Because...he's cute. I love the bad barkin', stinky, small furry animal chasin' little bugger.I'm a planner. I like to know things ahead of time so I know how to manage it. Control freak? Maybe a little. But only with the major things. I don't handle not knowing very well. Don't get me wrong, I'm spontaneous. If I could (read: if I had the money) we'd be on weekend excursions at the drop of a hat

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It's been a busy Summer. Rachel turned 16. I have a 16 year old daughter that is looking at colleges in other states, saving for a car and serving at Church. I am...well, it's just surreal. I don't write much anymore. I don't take pictures much anymore, either. But I am going back to school in the Fall to turn myself around. I've gotten lost somewhere in the mayhem that is my life. So much brain

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Things change. Sometimes there is explanation sometimes not... I've read a lot with about Grave's Disease. What are possible causes, treatments, symptoms, side effects, possible long term indications of having the disease etc.I think I've done my homework and implemented what I could. Almost too much so. Thank you Sarah for bringing me back down to the here and now when I would get too caught up

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Ooops. I forgot to publish the last post. So, hey, bonus! 2 posts in one day...sorta.That same day I found out about the Child Support case, I took Rachel to the emergency room. She passed out in the shower and got very sick. Of course, the hospital didn't know what was wrong, nothing obvious was standing out to them other than a bit of dehydration (fighting a nasty cold). Her Endocrinologist

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Finally! Finally, I got an answer from the judge. It was the one I was praying for too. We won. He has to pay. The judge didn't buy the, what I thought was humorous, attempt at disability.Now if I actually get any money is another thing. The Lord knows I need it right now.

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My daughter made a video for her Web Design class. Pretty much where my brain stands right now. heh.I still know nothing on the court case. Apparently, a judgement was entered on the 12th of March, but I have received nothing in regards to the outcome and neither has the state. I am beyond patience at this point.

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I hate when I can't sleep. My brain won't turn off. It's been like this since the court hearing.So, in answer to your question Tech...I don't know. I have to wait until I receive the written opinion formed by the Judge.I keep going over all of the testimony in my head. The lies told, the exagerations, the poor me attitude flown around by he and his wife. I used to feel so sorry for her. I always

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I've been away a long time. The last couple of weeks have found me fighting multiple viruses on my old computer. I say old computer because it's just about dead and I am now sporting a cheap but very functional and upgradeable laptop. I kind of like it. It's growing on me, anyway.I blame Firefox for my desktop death. And, my sorry virus protection program that missed a few, obviously, and then

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Yeah! A New Year!I'm happy. I think...I have a lot to tackle in this first quarter. I can do it, get through it and move on to new and better times. It's been a busy start. I'm looking forward to taking some time off and catching up on emails (I'm sorry, Frenzied :() and just being, without having to worry about making it on time somewhere and getting those numbers in.So, here's to a new blog (

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It's kind of late...but still Christmas.Hope it was a Happy Christmas for you!I am now going to retire after many unsuccessful attempts at knitting a scarf, to read The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. Have a great night and amazing tomorrow!

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I'm over the pity party. It doesn't usually last long. Now, I make progress. I'm getting my ducks in a row. I'm fighting back.My pre-trial on Monday was interesting. He wanted to settle. However, he wanted to settle with paying less than he did before the state modified our order to raise his support to comply with State minimums. Yes...I said minimums. The judge looked at me and said it was my

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The itching is just about over. All that remains...are ugly pox. Luckily, because I've had it before, it didn't get as bad as it could have. Heh...as if it wasn't bad enough. I swear I couldn't stand it. I can't imagine the what if's of what it could have been.I'm getting ready to face a tough week. I have the court hearing on Wednesday and the pre-trial tomorrow. On Tuesday is the staff Holiday

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Life isn't good. I wish it were better. I wish things weren't so stacked against me.I didn't do anything to anyone. I live a good honest life. I help where I can, I give what I can. I just don't get it...Not to sound so "Whoa is me.." and all. But, seriously, is this some kind of bad joke?In the last few months...Rachel was diagnosed with Graves Disease. She has a reaction to the first medication

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I looked for a poem or rhyme, but couldn't find one that I really felt good about. It's been a hard year and it's only getting harder. For now, I have a home. For now, I am able to put food on the table and help others when I'm able. I have a job and I have a car to get there. Today, I am Thankful I still have these things.Most of all, I'm thankful for my daughter. She's my light, my sun and my

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Sometimes...I just can't flipping stand it. I think I'm ready to be done.As the song says...Next time you point a finger, I'll point you to the mirror.

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I've decided to go fully mobile. My resistance to technology (I love technology, don't get me wrong. In fact, I used to love everything about it. But, my mind has a way of pushing things that would otherwise be tragic out of my head in an effort to disconnect and anything techno was a casualty. I'm still trying to figure out how to make my modem wireless. Don't analyze it...just move along) has

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Rachel's a smart girl. She's not an Honor's student, but she gets straight A's. She friendly, she's nice, she's good natured and fun to be around. She's smart. Did I mention that?She's knows when she is being treated differently. She knows when she is left out, avoided and been forgotten. She won't say much about it. But don't take that for oblivion. She's smart. I think I've said that once or

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-34582376847064095272009-10-18T20:45:00.000-07:002009-10-19T00:14:35.007-07:00

Sometimes it's better not to say anything at all.

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Underneath all the ugly growths is, a flesh colored squash. Ick.Ok, I suppose I could have called it a 'Pretty Pink Pumpkin' or an 'Exotic Glorified Gourd'. It would have sounded much nicer but, it is what it is.Whatever label you put on something doesn't mean it changes what it is. A liar is a liar. A fake is a fake. And no matter the outcome of my court case, the truth is the truth.I was down

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I just don't know anymore. What do you do when everything seems so stacked against you? Bad people get away with bad things. Good people...well, don't get much. Sucker punch to the gut? Maybe.I think I'm a good people. Do my thoughts count? 'Cause, they aren't always so nice. Maybe, I'm being punished for my thoughts. I don't know.I always figured I'd at least have Hope. Hope for better, Hope for

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I miss taking pictures. I picked up my camera today and decided to find what I was missing. Sad, however, that when I arrived at my destination, my battery was going dead. I ended up with only a few...Life...is different. Just when you think things are going for the better. They don't and everything changes. I've decided that I'm not a big fan of change. I'm not a big fan of going with the flow,

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Her hair is sufficiently straightened. Her clothes are picked and her book bag is complete with sunglasses, iPod and hand sanitizer (Ha..she's a clean girl if anything).Rachel's a Sophomore tomorrow. Her Summer has been life changing. Not only with working to accept changes in her health, but with the ambitions of finding a job and saving for a car, saving to travel (this world has no boundaries

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-34598801485054255172009-08-26T23:11:00.000-07:002009-08-26T23:38:25.116-07:00

Flowers need fertilizer right? So, that would mean that I am going to have a whole freaking valley full of white Daisies popping up in my life at some point. 'Cause I've got barrels full of the smelly stuff dumped all over me right now.I go back to court on Monday for the Child Support issue. Supposedly, he has a lawyer. But the lawyer didn't come to the last Pre Trial Hearing, so it was

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An update. Sorry it took me so long Frenzied.Rachel's appointment went well. They did the ultrasound and all is clear as far lumps, bumps and the stuff those things could be, but it doesn't mean we are out of the woods just yet. We can't go any further until she has been on her meds for a few more weeks. When we get there, we can maybe move forward. If her meds are working well, then we'll just

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Thank you Tech and Crystal. I appreciate it. Really.So...the first Reconsideration Rachel's biological Father filed, was denied due to the fact that he was past the 60 days required to file an appeal to the modification of our child support agreement. That agreement was finalized on March 11th of this year. He didn't file an appeal until July 16th. It states clearly on the final judgement that he

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In a matter of 24 hours, my entire life shifted. The thought, or, rather, the confirmation, that your child has a life altering illness is, in a word, scary. I took Rachel in last week for an exam because she had a cold that was getting worse. And, not to sound funny, with all the swine flu stuff going around and such I wanted to make sure it wasn't something more. It turned out to be a sinus

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Happy 4th of July! (a couple days ago...sorry)I hope you had fun, I know I did.And now, I'm paying for it. Not only are the backs of my knees on fire (sunburn), but my body is yelling at me. I hate, hate, HATE having AS. Especially when my brain is saying Let's Go! But, inevitably my body, the next day, Slaps me down and says "Stupid! What the hell were you thinking!"I don't regret it, however.

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Rachel is 15. Fifteen! It blows me away a bit.This last year has been full of changes. It's odd to go from seeing the obvious physical changes in my daughter, to strictly the emotional and mental ones. Switching gears is easy in a stick shift, not so much in parenting. I'm proud and freaked out at the same time.She is still an amazing kid, however. And I couldn't be happier.Happy Birthday, my

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My blog! OH...how I've missed you...I'm a little caught up these days. With the girl having a boyfriend, my senses are on constant alert. She's also becoming a teenager. She is still a cool kid, but the changes? They are a happenin'. I knew they would come, but the problem seems to be in the way I am handling the "letting go a little" part. I've had to pull the Mom Card a few times and I'm

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My daughter had her first date this weekend. I'm not sure how I feel about it. My first thought was NO! No Way! Your not 16, it's not happening, get over it, etc...Then, I heard a lot of opinions, thoughts and considerations.Then...I had my own thoughts and considerations. *sigh*As much as I want my daughter to stay my baby, all happy and innocent and goofy, I can't stop her from growing up and

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There isn't much to write about these days. The shift key on my keyboard sticks. I'm going to go wireless on my internet. I raked the pine needles in my yard. I'm making tacos and Margaritas tonight in honor of Cinco de Mayo.That's about it. I do have a great story about my co-worker, however. But it has to do with some friends of hers, self tanning lotion and hands. It might not be appropriate.

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"Conversations with Rachel"(while watching The Sound of Music)SoM: "Perhaps I had a wicked childhood..."Me: *giggle laugh snort* "Yes. I know I would break out into song when the Captain Kissed me too. I think I'll do that at Easter dinner tomorrow."Her: "You're going to break out into song during dinner?"SoM: "For here you are, standing there, loving me, Whether or not you should."Me: "Well,

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*cough cough* *sniffle* Dust and cobwebs never did sit well with me. *achooo*Pardon me while I break out my feather duster...Ok then. I think I should catch a few things up. My trip!Vancouver, was fun. To say the least. The culture is different, of course. American, yet completely foreign. It's the city. It's fast, it's anonymous and I always feel so out of place. People don't look at you, they

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Tomorrow I leave to go on our road trip to Vancouver, BC. I can't tell you how excited I've been all week. Counting down...making last minute phone calls to the Border Crossing. I'm on a first name basis with the guy now. We'll be stopping for dinner with him and the wife on Saturday. I'm kidding!Seriously though, I have short timers bad. It's my last day at work for the next FIVE. I'm so stoked

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Gotta run!

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March is on the board! I've been spending time on Facebook. It's odd and it's sort of plain. I wish there was a way to make it more...creative. Instead of just telling stuff about myself as if my every move was pressing on peoples minds. I have to say though, it is a good way to keep in touch so people don't think you've fallen off the planet only to find out you've set up a discotech in your

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Ominous. This page.It's big and white and blank.I went to a stamping party the other night and as I sat there trying to come up with an idea of what to make, I came up with nothing. One of the other ladies there said I was trying too hard and making it like work. Maybe she was right or maybe I just had no thought of what to do. I wrote this whole post the other day about pain. About how tired I

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I wish I had a dollar for everytime I had to scream "Toby! Be quiet!"

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I'm liking this, Make your blog a different theme for the Holiday!, thing. It's so easy I feel compelled to do it. But, I have to say I am looking forward to Spring and Summer when I can just leave it for awhile, too.I have a compulsive personality, in case you haven't noticed. I don't think it's as far as obsessive, but definitely compulsive where certain things are concerned. I teeter on the

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I've been so negative about this holiday for a very long time. Even when I had one, I didn't like it. I always thought, why do you need a special day to tell someone how you feel about them? Shouldn't you tell that person each and every day? It's just a way for retailers to make another buck. 'Course, I love Thanksgiving and shouldn't we give Thanks each and every day? Isn't there a bunch of

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So...I bought a new car. It's a 2007 Dodge Caliber SXT. This sort of looks like it except that I have the SXT body style. Not much different really. Bigger tires and such. I got a good deal and my payments are only slightly higher. So, why do these kinds of purchases make me a bit queasy? My old car was 9 years old. Which, to some, isn't much and if I had someone that could work on it for me (as

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Since I have to wait until my daughter finishes the chapter she is on in her book before I am allowed (whatever!) to go to bed...I figured I'd post something er-other.Let's see...My dogs have personality disorders. Tootsie, is OCD when it comes to her toys. She will jam her snout under the couch until I get up and move the thing so she can see there is nothing under there. I think she does a head

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I really don't like my dreams sometimes. They mess with my head. At least, this one didn't have my boss in it. (thank you, Jesus) But it did have someone else. Someone, I would rather not be in my dream. I want that Tall, Dark haired guy back. He graced my dreams a few years back, repeatedly. It was awesome. Nothing bad, there was just...I don't know, chemistry? I suppose. Not that this other

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I'm not particulary happy with the recent snow fall, however, if we have to have it, then I like the kind we are having. That fine, powdery, glittery kind. The tiny crystals so well defined yet so fragile and beautiful, to touch them would be a crime.Pretty.I'm having to send Rachel's iPod off for service already. Apparently, from what I have read and searched, the earphone jack on the iTouch

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I was feelin' some serious love for Frenzied's Blog page. I mean, seriously? how cute is it? It figures the place she got it from is called The Cutest Blog on The Block dot com.So pretty and sooo easy. I am all for easy these days.Life has been hectic as the new year has started. After the drama at work, I began the new year with a new attitude. Only you can make you happy. Emotion, any emotion,

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Yep. This is me now. Please only focus on the glasses themselves and not the pudgy-ness that is my face. Nor, how my front tooth, for some reason, looks crooked. It's not. I actually like them. I wasn't sure I would once it was all said and done. It's a good thing too, that I now have them. In the week in waiting for them to be made, I fell twice and spilt coffee grounds all over my kitchen. I am

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Have you ever had your eyes dilated? I hadn't.I can't say that anymore, though. What a weird, yet oddly fun, experience. All the street lights looked like giant illuminated dandelions. Rachel thinks I look like a hungry vampire. My eyes took to the drops so well, I had no blue showing at all. Just black pupil. Kinda creepy.I picked out my glasses tonight. I won't have them for a few more days,

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Let's see how many posts' I can squeeze into the last of the year. Shall we?Rachel got an iTouch for Christmas. I covet the thing. Seriously. I neeeed one. It's not just a want thing, I really neeed (just in case you don't get the full effect of the mention of need) it.I'd have this..And, this...And some of this... 'cause I like to mix it up a little. How can you resist the fur, the shimmer-y

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I've been tagged! by Tech. It's ok. It's better than writing about my own Sh*t.Supposedly, if you've seen more than 85 of these films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, then put x's next to the films you've seen, and add them up. I tag uh... Sarah. :P(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show(x) Grease(x) Pirates of the Caribbean(x) Pirates of the

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I hope you had a good Christmas.I am not sure what to say yet. On Christmas Eve, because my boss has really good timing like that, he had a little "chat" with me. Apparently, I need to change my attitude. He caught me looking for work online. He couldn't remember when it happened only that he was told by corporate (they scan our computers for online usage), but I do. It's the day he walked out

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I would just like to say that Rachel made the elf video. I, myself, would have chosen a different picture. Happy Christmas!It feels different this year. Maybe it's because my folks aren't here. They, are in Sunny Florida enjoying the seventy degree weather. :P Maybe, it's because there were no holiday jobs available to make that extra gift money. Maybe, it's the negativity at my work. I now have

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Send your own ElfYourself eCards

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My brother in laws family could use some Prayer tonight. He lost his brother in a tragic car crash this morning. I didn't really know him other than a casual hello at a birthday party. But, what I have heard is that he was a great person and an amazing father. He has a 6 year old son that is now having to understand the loss of one the most important persons in his life. I can't imagine the grief

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I really empathize with my co-worker. I understand what she is going through and how that is making her feel. I really, really do.But, the girl is seriously bringing me down! She is on a negative rant. She hates and I mean HATES Christmas, now. Anything, at all, to do with the holiday and she goes off on how crappy it all is and how she wishes it was just over. If we get a greeting card in the

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Because this picture reminds me of Summer. This picture, reminds me of walking in flip flops along in the park by the river where we had to wait till late in the day when the weather was cooler. This picture, reminds how an ice cold bottle of water felt like heaven going down. The warm colors in this picture, remind me of the harsh Summer sun and how it would sting my fair skin leaving burns and

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I love hearing about Rachel's dreams. I don't dream, so hearing hers' makes me feel I'm a part of something I'm missing out on.Last night... She dreamed of the Chinese Communist Revolution. It was the years following 1949 and Me, Her Uncle Brian (my brother) and herself were on a photo shoot in China. We went to photograph a lake. (one of the filled in lakes they used for farming?) I had given my

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-24003004720433091402008-12-04T21:13:00.000-08:002008-12-04T21:37:28.513-08:00

I have this...list.It's a list of music. Music I have to have. Problem is I don't have hundreds of dollars to hand over to iTunes. So, when I am bored and have some extra change, I download.I've been told my taste in music is ecclectic, odd and completely random. Perhaps. I've been told that my music lacks personality. For some reason, a person is supposed to identify with a certain genre. I

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I was completely thrown off track yesterday.I talked to one of my clients. Not that, that, would be a problem. But, this particular one has an accent. An Irish accent.I about melted off my chair. As soon as he spoke, my heart fluttered, the breathe slowly leaked out of my chest, my face flashed hot and the dizziness set in. I think he realized my dilemma because he suddenly had a bit of a chuckle

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I'm trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. I haven't decided what I want to be yet. I know. I'm 40. (OUCH! Every time I say that...sharp knife stab to the gut. I swear. I also have images flash through my brain about how my skin is slowly melting off my body, changing the way I look and the way people view me. I'm washed up, my times up and I made too many bad uneducated

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This is so painful to watch.I want to tell her to stop, to let it go and let it be what it is. But, I understand her need for validation. I understand her need to know the truth when the other party, her husband, isn't talking. He isn't explaining the why's or what for's or how's. I understand the loss and the clear and absolute hurt that is now occupying the hole in her chest. (no, I'm not being

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I prefer the acoustic version, myself. I prefer acoustic versions of most anything really. I like to hear their talent minus the special effects. Besides, the video is a bit graphic for my taste. Or, at least, the type of graphic content doesn't interest me. Lots of nudie girlies running about. I can live without it. Now, if they wouldn't mind removing their shirts...That's another story. ;)

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It's simple. It's clean and I love the header. I don't think I'll change it for a while.We watched P.S I Love You, again, tonight. I love that movie. It has nothing to do with Gerard Butler's lips. I swear. Or, Jeffrey Dean Morgan's sparkling, magnetic eyes, gorgeous smile and dreamy, bury my head in shoulders. Not at all!No, it's the freaking spectacular Irish country side. It gives me chills to

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My day has been frustrating.My page is different. As you can see...I like it, though, it's not what I was going for. Stupid xml...whatever.*sigh*

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I had a great opportunity to work with some great parents for a great organization.We put on a small dinner to help raise money for Heifer.org. It was a freshman class project and I think the kids have done an awesome job. I was really impressed at how willing they were to help, to work and to plan.I am really impressed with Heifer, as well. It's not just an organization designed to help those in

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My books are proving to be an amazing form of escapism. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed it.But..I still have that nagging feeling that my life isn't what it is supposed to be. Does anyone else have those thoughts? Is it just wishing for more, or does anyone else feel the pull of something else? Somehow, I was thwarted from the path I was meant to take. A wrong turn, a deceptive fork in the

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I've been resisting the urge to post all night. It was helpful to get lost in the last few chapters of the series of books I'm reading. (it's over...I'm sad) My resistance comes from work. From the nasty, hateful, loathing feelings I'd accumulated all day. I wanted to scream them out on here. Put them some place that makes me feel validated, in my own mind at the very least. All day, now that my

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I really don't care that it's not in focus completely. Normally I would scrap such a photo. But, I like it anyway. :PSpeaking of focus, my eyes are so bad, that I am relying on my camera to focus for me. I kept thinking that there was something wrong with it. I'd take it apart, clean it and search online to see if this was something fixable. No, it was just me, going blind. I'm am not sure if my

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At the risk of being melodramatic and sappy and cheesy...Reading the Twilight series has left me feeling painfully aware of how shut down I have become emotionally. What I thought would be another welcomed distraction from my life and the lack I felt, has actually brought me back to the face of it. Face first into the wall, if you will. How funny that a fictional book with fictional characters

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I can't believe I stayed up till 3am to finish the book. Well, no...I can. I couldn't bring myself to not find out how it all worked out. I just couldn't. Not after my heart break in the beginning of the book, could I not see for myself that he came back. I knew he had to, 'cause, there is two other books to get through. But still...My day will be interesting today. lol

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I don't dream much, if at all. I know I've said this before. But, when I do dream, it is so vivid and realistic, that it throws me into a state of...well, varying emotions. Depending on the dream, I could be left feeling euphoric, strangely curious or disgusted and somewhat appalled that my mind made the vision.The dream I had Saturday, left me in the latter.I'm almost too embarrassed to write

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I Know! 11 days!I am just going to summarize. 'Cause, once again, I didn't post when it was in my head and now it's all sort of mushed together. What can I say?It's how I roll. Besides, how else can I hone my Mad Guitar Skillz on Rockband if I'm posting all the time?So...I got sick. Then, Rachel got sick. Rachel got better. I got better with drugs. Rachel went to Homecoming. Looked FaBUlous!

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Rachel Anne - Circa 1968HA!

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I think my Photo Subject today, formed a little bit of a crush on my daughter. He called my cell phone asking for Rachel. Umm.... Ok.Aside, I think this was my funnest photo shoot ever. He was such fun to work with once I got him to look at my camera versus my daughter holding the camera equipment.It was a short notice shoot as they need the photos by next week. I ran home, edited, burned and

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Painting isn't as much fun unless you make pictures all over the walls first.I had lots of ideas for posts but my head is full of snot, my lips are chapped to the tip of my nose and my throat feels like I swallowed sand paper. How that affects my fingers from typing, I'm not sure, but it does.I have senior portraits to do tomorrow, so I'd better feel better soon. Nothing like meeting with a

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Her: "My house is sure getting clean since I have all this homework to do..."Me: "Well, Hey, nothing like a little procrastination to get things done."Me: "Hey? That was funny!"Her: (Well, she didn't actually say anything, but I could sense the eye roll.)*giggle, giggle, SNORT*

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I'm not much of a Football fanatic. Or, fan, really. But, I LOVE me some school spirit! GO LAVA BEARS!Ohkay then...So, my folks are gone, moved on to new adventures and really the more I don't talk about it, the better. However, they sold thier house to this ex-police officer from New York. Nice person etc.. But, he called me the other day (my mom left him my phone number in case he needs

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I had this post in my head today. It was short, but poignant. (I can't believe I spelled that right) I can't remember it though. HA! I just remembered.I need new glasses. I've worn glasses for some time. Or, I should word to: I am supposed to wear glasses. I don't though. My glasses are outdated. The words "fly" and "eighties" come to mind. I'm nearsighted with astigmatism (so, no contacts). And,

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-54823521983914360302008-09-23T09:52:00.000-07:002008-09-23T11:36:36.227-07:00

Six Unspectacular Things About Me for Tech1. I rearrange my house to make things feel "new".2. I recently discovered how painting a wall can take number 1, to a new level.3. I plucked my eyebrows yesterday.4. I have a stack of books next to my bed that are partially or not even started.5. I fall alseep when I read.6. I can't remember what I wrote for this since blogger lost my original post >:/

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-69889366495786887622008-09-20T13:44:00.000-07:002008-09-20T14:09:21.791-07:00

I don't want to work anymore!*Hold on*I need music...Back to my thought -I don't want to work! Well, I don't want to work, where I work. I'm tired of an office! I am tired of my boss! I am tired, tired...freakin' exhausted of dealing with a public that feels everyone is out to screw them over, take advantage or victimize them in some way!*insert hysterical scream here then add a few of these !!!*

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-35116334303656967402008-09-15T21:55:00.001-07:002008-09-15T22:22:32.305-07:00

She's kind of a dork like that. I love it.We've made it through 2 weeks of High School. Woot! I suspect my daughter has a "Dean" from Gilmore Girls. He goes to the school she was supposed to go to until we switched. We felt the school she is attending would be a better experience and frankly, I wanted her to have a good footing in her high school career. It will launch her into her future,

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-49290785915371425502008-08-30T08:34:00.000-07:002008-08-30T08:42:14.972-07:00

Magic Jay Leno Liveby yardie4lifever2Yum. That's all I've got to say.

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-85409026858742284582008-08-29T10:36:00.001-07:002008-08-29T11:07:13.931-07:00

I don't want to post. There's too much and I'm trying to hold up the tears, doing quite well I might add, and writing about it would only make that much more in my face. Then, my face would explode and I would be red splotchy for a week. I will write about it. I will have to, eventually, to get it out of my head. My topics...1. My Parents are moving to Florida. In two weeks.2. I turned 40. *sigh*

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-6541574943859858692008-08-22T23:12:00.000-07:002008-08-22T23:13:59.012-07:00

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-88268328187578860812008-08-21T08:30:00.000-07:002008-08-21T08:37:17.843-07:00

I'd like to post some really great photos of the beach trip. But, I don't really have any. There's a few cute ones of the dogs and, of course, Rachel but otherwise I messed up and set my ISO too high and now they all look noisy. Sometimes noisy is OK. It lends an old fashioned or timely look. It didn't do that this time. They just look like they were taken with a bad camera. I didn't have much

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-69024037927836582232008-08-08T15:31:00.000-07:002008-08-08T15:40:43.355-07:00

Rachel comes home today! I am so going to have issues when she flees the nest. I am thinking about winning the lottery and buying a house that has an apartment over the garage so she can just move in there. I am sure the cord will reach...I'm kidding, I'm kidding. About the cord thing anyway.It's the weekend. I'm overjoyed, flabbergasted, excited, elated, and, you know, happy.What am I doing next

Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17232625926584399452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049506.post-8151661184627471702008-08-06T22:56:00.000-07:002008-08-06T23:08:33.895-07:00

Yep, I changed it. The old graphics weren't working for some reason so I just changed the template. I still have more content to add, but I am happy with it so far. I prefer a three column, but couldn't find one that didn't make your eye balls pop out of your head everytime you loaded the page.Rachel comes home in just 2 days. She's been at Camp for this last week and dang me if it isn't hard not

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