tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463957586927031672024-02-06T21:31:02.421-05:00The glass half fullRandom thoughts of a mom who is a college student, has three part time jobs, and manages 4 kids, 5 animals, a partner and a house....WHEW!!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-44570765956810797122011-02-21T19:55:00.000-05:002011-02-21T19:55:57.426-05:00Amber- my forever dog.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Have any of you ever had a "forever dog"?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have had the joy of having a forever dog. Some people are lucky and have more than one in their lifetime. I have not been blessed in that way. Now don't get me wrong, those of you who know me are aware that I currently have two dogs, and I do love them. But they are not like my Amber. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU22Qs4BNVPWFlrsbTSzqElddoDT4VrEz_ahxsFWeL7lJ375nQWG_zteITDP_q8HDrGflKuy3ItB1YovOOcaGRTlSr6daym07GOmKHBMXgvr5Ihq4V_lgY5hyphenhyphenyhVHtaym0zg7h6Loy6Vj0/s1600/scan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU22Qs4BNVPWFlrsbTSzqElddoDT4VrEz_ahxsFWeL7lJ375nQWG_zteITDP_q8HDrGflKuy3ItB1YovOOcaGRTlSr6daym07GOmKHBMXgvr5Ihq4V_lgY5hyphenhyphenyhVHtaym0zg7h6Loy6Vj0/s320/scan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Amber was a dog who found me. In 1992 I was stationed at a Reserve Center in Fayetteville, Arkansas. I was outside taking a smoke break.....don't judge....we were all young and dumb once...... , and this cute little puppy runs up to me trailing a rope around her neck and jumps on my white skirt with muddy paws. There were 4 of us outside. Why she chose me???? It was love at first sight. I had never even owned a dog in my life, but I decided that if nobody came to claim her by the end of the day I was going to take her home to care for her until her "real" owner showed up.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This was rural Arkansas folks....no chips...no tags...no collar. Just a rope. So I took her home, and within a week I decided she was mine. I named her Amber, and thus became a 15 year love affair. We did everything together. Ran errands, watched tv, went for walks, etc. I was young and single, and Amber totally filled my heart!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">During our time together I moved to 6 states with her, drove across the country with her, got married, had two kids, got divorced, and she was with me through it all. I knew I could always count on Amber for unconditional love and support. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She got out of the yard one day, and was struck by a car. She was about 9 or 10 years old at that time. The emergency vet was sure she was going to die that night, and gave her drugs to make her comfortable. He was shocked when Amber was making a strong recovery the next morning. I wasn't. I knew what she was made of. She did recover from that head injury, although she lost her right eye, and had ruptured her ear drum (she was struck in her head by the car). She also had a new bump on her skull that wasn't there before, but she was happy, and loving just as before the accident. She ran a bit crooked after that, but her injury never slowed her down.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Looking back on it, I do think it was that injury that eventually took her life, although I will never truly know. One day she started walking in circles and had nystagmus of her eyes. I called the vet, who promptly sedated her and thought maybe she had some vertigo going on that was a temporary thing. Amber was 14.5 years old. She recovered, but started walking in circles again within a couple of weeks. The vet decided she had a brain tumor and there wasn't anything we could do except make her comfortable. She was too old for surgery, so we made her comfortable, and did the most humane thing, which was to gently put her to sleep. We were all with her loving on her when she died. Her head was in my lap, being covered with kisses by myself, my partner K, and our children. She was covered in a blanket to be kept warm, and we all laid our hands on her to comfort her while she gently passed to the Rainbow Bridge.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Amber was the best dog EVER!!! She was an amazing friend and confidante! She was my best friend. She is missed tremendously, and I will never be able to love a dog quite the same way. I can only wish that everyone can have a love experience like mine. It was amazing! Amber was amazing!!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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Thank you so much for following my blog. I have collaborated with my friend Susan. I have moved to her blog. You can now find me at:<br />
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<a href="http://swimbeauswim.blogspot.com/">Please read my new blog</a>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-54743650164135938862011-01-19T19:33:00.000-05:002011-01-19T19:33:18.069-05:00<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A baby is born.....it is beautiful.....sweet....innocent...cuddly...endless possibilities are in the future for this tiny bundle of joy. Parents coo, and tickle, they love and hug and endure the crying and diapers because this is their progeny.....the future of their existence......they are in love with this sweet thing, and promise to do anything in their power to care for, protect, love and nurture their cherub......</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Have you looked at the faces of parents with a new baby? Sure, they look tired, but they also look happy. They have a glow. They have a sweet baby they can pin their future hopes on. That child can be anything...do anything...dream anything. Those hopes show in the eyes a new parent</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Fast forward 13 years................. you first need to look at the face of a parent with a teenager. Notice the gray hairs...the haggard look on their face.....the glassy stare of their eyes....the glow has been replaced by a dull ashen look. The creases around their mouths show you they can frown as much as they smile.</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is the face I see when I look in the mirror..... I live with three teenagers and a preteen....shoot me now....please</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Maybe I should go back to the days of pinning his homework to his shirt. Do you think that might work? It might however, since having something pinned to his shirt would reduce his "cool points", I am SURE that would never happen!!<br />
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I like to look at baby pictures of my Z. I like to look at pictures of me back then....yes I looked tired, but I also had a glow to my face. I can only hope that as Z gets older he will begin to become the man I envisioned the day I first laid eyes on him....but ONLY if he turns in his homework......sheesh......</div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-84592661123635340882010-11-25T00:13:00.003-05:002010-11-25T00:13:18.319-05:00Pre Holiday shopping!The stores were crazy today. The grocery stores I mean.<br />
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I tried to get all of my shopping done early, but inevitably there are always a few things we miss, so off to the grocery store we went. It was not too bad before noon, but man oh man, after 12:00 the roads and stores were getting wild. People not pay9ing attention while driving, in a hurry to get somewhere, etc. Road rage was rampant, and the grocery stores were packed.<br />
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I am very fortunate that I was able to stay home this afternoon, while my partner hunted for candy corn for our Turkeys to no avail. There was no candy corn to be found, so we will have to make featherless oreo turkeys tomorrow. I bet they all get eaten, even without feathers.<br />
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So it is bedtime for me, so I can get some rest before my 6 am wake up call to start baking yeast rolls and cinnamon rolls.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-38451370016391619682010-11-24T00:00:00.002-05:002010-11-24T00:00:26.621-05:00Will I continue?So we are winding down to the final days of NaBloPoMo. I have only missed two days of blogging this month. I have had lots of great feedback. AND I have really enjoyed blogging. It is "cheap therapy" as some of my friends put it.<br />
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The questions is, will I continue. They say if you do something continually for 30 days it becomes a habit. I don;t know if I will blog every day from now on, but I have noticed that during the day while doing my errands, or sitting at my computer or working when I have an interesting idea, the next thought is : "I should blog about that."<br />
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I guess we will have to wait and see if a habit was formed.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-69004722866093686052010-11-22T23:14:00.000-05:002010-11-22T23:14:48.178-05:00Turkey Day Treats!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQAr3fwsy_GP-gFuLODBpYWFyTklXblRONt47YvtNiCrV1AiCGRK19IPtsqH-9Yf6cJm96dGd9dT63ZydXJ6e3Y7G134ZE5UFy5YDz7bcGbku04GfIwRKashM8cLaaA48Go06_6FXJfixe/s1600/kimioreoturkeytreats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQAr3fwsy_GP-gFuLODBpYWFyTklXblRONt47YvtNiCrV1AiCGRK19IPtsqH-9Yf6cJm96dGd9dT63ZydXJ6e3Y7G134ZE5UFy5YDz7bcGbku04GfIwRKashM8cLaaA48Go06_6FXJfixe/s320/kimioreoturkeytreats.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>While the adults (some of us) are watching football, the other adults are going to help the kids make these yummy treats:<br />
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First place your peanut butter cups in the fridge. They will cut cleaner cold. Then take an Oreo and carefully separate one of the cookies from the frosting. Gently press the pointed tips of 6 candy corns around one half of the Oreo. Take some white frosting and cover the frosting and re-attach the cookie.<br />
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Now, take the second oreo and lay it flat on the table. Pick up your Oreo with the candy corn and put some icing on the bottom of the oreo opposite from the candy corn and attach the Oreo onto the flat oreo so that it is on the back half. Prop the stuck together Oreos against a book or a wall to hold it up while the icing dries. If it does not stand up well, add some more icing.<br />
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Now take a cold peanut butter cup and cut a small section off of it so that it will have a flat side. Place some frosting on the flat section and the top of the peanut butter cup and attach it to the Oreo with the candy corn so that it becomes the body of the turkey.<br />
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Take the Whopper and put icing on the back side of it. Attach it so that it is right on top of the peanut butter cup and iced to the Oreo and Whopper. Add two drops of white icing for the eyes and a smaller drop of the black for the pupil.<br />
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For the wings, I cut the very tip of a candy corn and glued a wing on both sides of the peanut butter cup. For the feet, you can use the same tip you cut off when making your wings. Let dry for about 20 minutes before handling.<br />
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These would be so cute to give to a friend, child or neighbor. They would also be really cute holding a name place card for your Thanksgiving Dinner. You could just put the name card behind the candy corn on the top of the turkey. So cute and easy!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-21536498671889533922010-11-21T23:09:00.001-05:002010-11-21T23:09:19.359-05:00RandomSo I like blogging. It is a way to get random things out of my mind. To write about mundane, ordinary things that I think many of us experience. I started blogging in earnest last November during NaBloPoMo when my friend Patti told me about it. My brother had died just a few months prior to that (April 14, 2009), and I was still in deep grief. Blogging helped me have a safe place I could write about what I was feeling. If anyone read it, that was fine, but it was for me, not for anyone else.<br />
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I have blogged about Brian a few times, my friends a few times, but mostly my blogging is just random. I sit in front of my computer and try to think about something to write. My wise friend Patti says I could try taking a shower or going for a drive. Usually random thoughts will come to you during those moments of solitude, and give you something to write about.<br />
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I have an ADHD brain, so there are always lots of thoughts in there, but sometimes I cannot latch onto just one. Even as I am typing now, I keep thinking of random things that pop into my mind. Maybe one day I will just type the thoughts that pop into my head. My brain can be a scary place, and the random things that float around in there may surprise you. Then again, maybe other people's brains work like that too. I can only inhabit mine, so I don't know how other brains work.<br />
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Last night when K was coming home from picking her daughter up from work, she said there was a bad one car accident on Respass beach road. She said the ambulance on the scene had put down flares in the Northern Shores Elementary School parking lot to mark a helipad for a life flight. Sure enough within 5 minutes we heard the helicopter approaching and watched it land in the school parking lot. About 10 minutes later it took off, and headed in the direction of Norfolk, I assume to Sentara Hospital. We didn't see anything about it in the news today, so I wonder what happened. If anyone knows anything, please let me know.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-24689308977396950322010-11-21T00:47:00.002-05:002010-11-21T00:47:51.692-05:00My chosen familySo my amazing friend Melissa H will have a birthday on Wednesday so we took her out for her birthday. By we I mean the wonderful people who have become like family to me. A.F., S.F., J.H., N.H., R.M., M.M., M.R., J.R., C.T., D.T. and of course the birthday girl and her man M.H. and N.H.<br />
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We moved into our neighborhood in June 2006. We did not know anybody in the neighborhood. We didn't know anyone in Suffolk for that matter. My partner K and I bought a house together and blended our families to make one family. We were the only two mom family that we knew, and we were definitely the only blended two mom family we knew of. We met S and A (with their two adorable twins) for dinner, and then we knew another two mom blended family. They were well established in our neighborhood and we have always felt indebted to them for "paving the way" in our neighborhood and local Elementary school.<br />
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S. and A. invited us oi a party at their house, and through them we met MR. and JR., and JH and NH. They accepted us without question, and we felt like we were immediately accepted into their fold. Through J&N we met MH and NH when they moved back to the neighborhood, and through MR and JR we met MM and RM. AF and SF 's son M was friends with CT and DT's son T and our son B became friends with those two boys.<br />
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Through the get togethers at A&S's house a family was made. There are 7 families in this tight knit group, with a total of 21 children ranging in age from 18 to 3. We see each other at least monthly, usually to celebrate birthdays!<br />
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It started out as family gatherings where we always had all the children with us. However, the children have gotten older over the past four years, (as children do), and now the older ones can babysit for the younger ones, and we have started having outings with adults only.<br />
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These are the people I choose to share my life with, my children with. We laugh together and cry together. We are helping each other raise our children. We complain about our spouses and toast their accomplishments. Some of the friendships within the group span decades, and some are more recent, but whenever we get together it is a wonderful time filled with love and joy.<br />
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We are born into a family, which we do not get to choose, and they are our family for life. Most of them we love, some we do not, but we are stuck with them like it or not.<br />
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However, sometimes in life we are blessed with amazing friends who become our family and this is the family we choose. We surround ourselves with their love, compassion, wisdom, and sorrows. We swap recipes, hand me down clothing and sometimes our kids. We support each other through good times and bad, and we love each other enough to be honest, even when it hurts.<br />
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I am the most blessed because I have these amazing men and women in my life. Thank you Melissa, Nelson, Angie, Sammy, Joell, Neil, Rikki, Merle, Charlene, David, Mindy and Jay for sharing the journey with me. You all are amazing people, and I love you all tremendously!! And especially thank you to my beautiful K for being the most amazing, loving, considerate, thoughtful, forgiving, and wonderful person I could ever hope to share my life with!!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-51712159509721728462010-11-18T22:49:00.001-05:002010-11-18T22:49:05.103-05:00Amish Friendship breadI was too tired to blog last night, and I am so tired tonight.<br />
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It would be easy to say, hey I missed last night, so why keep going> Why keep blogging,? I am running out of ideas anyway.<br />
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But I shall persevere and blog anyway.<br />
Tonight my friend Jenesci came over to help me bake Amish Friendship bread. I am baking bread to sell at a church Bazaar in December, and to give to teachers and friends for Holiday gifts. Tonight we made pumpkin cream cheese. It is a pumpkin bread with a cream cheese filling.<br />
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Tomorrow we need to finish the dough from today. I think we will make vanilla, vanilla with Chocolate chips and maybe some chocolate and double chocolate.<br />
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I used to make mini loaves and large loaves, but the large loaves never really sold, and the minis are the big seller, so we are going to make minis. I did make my partner a batch of pumpkin cream cheese muffins also. (that will save on the Starbucks bill). lol<br />
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If anyone is interested in purchasing any of the loaves, just let me know. I sell them for $3.00 each or 3 for $5.00. I can deliver locally to your home, or ship at your cost. The available flavors are:<br />
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Pumpkin<br />
Pumpkin with Cream cheese filling<br />
Chocolate<br />
Choc with choc chips<br />
Vanilla<br />
Vanilla with choc chips<br />
Banana<br />
Banana with choc chips<br />
Lemon<br />
Pistachio<br />
Cheesecake bread<br />
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I think that is all the kinds I usually make.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-65316558645590550602010-11-16T20:59:00.000-05:002010-11-16T20:59:16.107-05:00Do whales need sunscreen?I had to blog for my Biology 101 lab today. <br />
This is what I blogged:<br />
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Research published in the "Proceedings of the Royal Society B" this week shows that whales exhibit skin damage that is the same as acute sunburn in humans. The research also shows that this skin damage from the sun is getting worse over time.<br />
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Scientists from Britain have been studying the effects of the sun on blue whales, fin whales and sperm whales in the Gulf of California. They are trying to determine how rising levels of Ultraviolet Radiation (UVR) arer affecting the whales.<br />
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It is possible that the depletion of the ozone levels, or a change in cloud cover is to blame for the rising UVR index, and the blisters that are appearing on the skin of the whales.<br />
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The scientists also found that sun damage was worse in the paler skinned blue whales, compared to that of the darker skinned whales.<br />
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The next phase of their research will examine the genes, and see if the whales genetic makeup is evolving to respond to the sun damage by increasing their natural sun protection mechanisms.<br />
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I think this research is important because as with humans, sun damage can lead to skin cancer, most of which is not lethal, however it can be unsightly and painful. Melanoma of course is a deadly form of skin cancer caused by sun damage to the skin. Whales are an important part of the Earth's Ecosystem, and protecting them in all ways is important.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-72419415541177111782010-11-14T23:51:00.002-05:002010-11-14T23:51:47.074-05:00Bloggers BlockSo I have only missed one day of blogging. I am starting to have bloggers block. I am running out of things to blog about. I feel very boring today. I am very tired. If you are wondering why, read my blog from yesterday. I only had a few hours to myself this weekend. It seems like I spent more time in my car going from event to event, than I spent at home.<br />
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Guitar lessons, church events, working, C.A.R. meeting, church, bean soup sale, Mentor lunch.....I think that is it. No Boy Scout camping events this weekend. Oh I forgot school. How could I forget the Philosophy class I hate so much??? Maybe the hate moved me towards forgetfulness.<br />
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So I am hoping I have something more interesting to write about tomorrow.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-322049497091438762010-11-13T00:23:00.002-05:002010-11-13T00:23:37.682-05:00Sickly....I was really not feeling well today. I went to dinner at Olive Garden last night, and felt fine. About 3 hours after dinner, I felt bloated and queasy. When I went to bed I had heartburn all night, and felt like my stomach was full.<br />
I took a prilosec at about 4 am, but still had heartburn. I woke up feeling full and queasy, and felt that way almost all day.<br />
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I thought maybe it was the food, but came to realize I must have a bug of some kind. I took a long nap this afternoon, and woke up feeling as though I could sleep 4 more hours.<br />
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Not to be. I had lots of things to do for both of my jobs, and it couldn't wait, so I sucked it up and sent emails, called patients, worked on Excel spreadsheets etc.<br />
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Now that the work is done, I am feeling a bit better, but I am going to go back to bed because tomorrow is a VERY full day, and I don't have time for illness.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-36928994460552249412010-11-11T00:26:00.002-05:002010-11-11T00:26:20.845-05:00This makes me go "Hmmmmmmm"Not much to write about today. It was busy and boring. I worked, and worked, and took my kid to acting class, did some homework, ate dinner, played on the computer.<br />
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See nada exciting. Wait, there was one thing that piqued my curiosity...something that made me go "Hmmmmm"...<br />
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My 13 year old. He makes me go Hmmmm frequently. 13 is a tough age. Too old to be a baby, too young to get to do much, just right at the verge of major teenaged angst....a difficult tine for kids and their adults.<br />
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So my 8th grade 13 year old has this problem with his homework. Now before you go jumping to any conclusions, I will tell you that he DOES his homework. He does it on time, he does it well, and he writes so beautifully. So what is the problem you ask??? Well, the problem is my 13 year old 8th grader NEVER turns it in to the teachers!!!!!<br />
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I have had to threaten him on more than one occasion to show up at school, and help him clean out his locker to find his papers. That always does the trick. Can you imagine the horror and utter dread my kid has that his MOTHER might show up at school?? GOD FORBID!! I am like his teddy bear.... loved but best hidden in the public eye. (and for those of you who might read this and know my kid, he does not have a teddy bear). I will deny deny deny...<br />
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I am hoping that all of my yelling until I am hoarse will have a positive impact on something other than my doctr bill, and he will get his head screwed on straight and do better next semester at school. We shall see.<br />
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I may just show up at school just because. Do youthink I should show up in my slippers with curlers in my hair? Or nasty sweat oants and my makeup smeared? Which will mortify the kid the most??<br />
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Just sayin'......Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-2384191355590071932010-11-07T23:52:00.002-05:002010-11-07T23:52:51.231-05:00School DaysSo I decided to go back to college this past August. I tried to get into Old Dominion University, but I started the process late in the game, and could not get all of my transcripts there in time. Not to be defeated, I was able to enroll in Tidewater Community College, and get started in classes.<br />
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I decided to take Biology 101 with a lab and Philosophy 101. I thought to myself...Philosophy...how hard can that be...I should be able to ace that class.<br />
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Was I about to be surprised!! Philosophy is HARD!! It s kicking my butt!! I read the textbook, and listen to the recorded lecture done by my professor, but when I go to take my weekly online quiz I do horribly. I really think it is because the questions are in the double negative alot, and they confuse me. I understand the concepts, and sort of enjoy the class, but those quizzes do me in every week. I will be stoked if I get a "C" in the class. It will bring down my GPA, but at least I won't have to pay an money back to the VA.<br />
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Speaking of which I am using my Post 911 G.I. Bill money to go to school. That is an amazing program. I want to thank Senator Jim Webb for working so had to get that passed. I take online classes and the VA pays for my tuition and gives me a monthly stipend. I will get that for 36 months of school. That should be enough to finish my bachelor's degree.<br />
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I am doing well in my Biology class and my Biology Lab, but that darn Philosophy class is killing me. No more philosophy for me. I only have a few more weeks and I will be done with it thank goodness.<br />
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Next semester I think I will take Anatomy & Physiology, as well as a math class. Hopefully I can transfer to ODU in the fall of 2011, to complete my degree. Psychology Major and Women's Studies minor.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-39302077645397243972010-11-06T00:40:00.001-04:002010-11-06T00:40:41.741-04:00Does it count??So does it still count if it is not midnight in the central time zone yet? And what about tomorrow when we set back our clocks?<br />
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Can I blog one minute after we set back the clocks? Will the time fly back an hour so it will actually be 59 minutes before the deadline??<br />
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So many questions! So much confusion. Could I have blogged by 12:00 am tonight? Probably, but I had a date, and that took precedence. I guess I could have blogged earlier in the evening, but I had to make an unexpected trip to Norfolk Naval Base to help a friend, and then I wanted to spend some time with a fabulous young lady for some girl time. I don't have any daughters of my own, so I borrow one now and then from a friend. :-)<br />
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So the bottom line is I missed my 12:00 am deadline to blog on November 5th. I guess I am just going to ignore that failure and try to blog every day for the month of November regardless of this hiccup.<br />
I know you are all waiting with bated breath for my next blog, and are on the edge of your seat with anticipation about the question of the missing Halloween candy....<br />
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It really must have been Not Me, or I didn't do it that is the culprit because the candy has still not been found ANYWHERE. I wonder if my kids' school friends got to enjoy the candy. Was it passed out there? Who knows?? Oh I know who knows.....Not Me, that's who.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-39654603911978119802010-11-04T21:07:00.002-04:002010-11-04T21:07:35.324-04:00The case of the Missing Halloween candy.......So my 11 year old went trick-or treating on Halloween night. He is the youngest of 4 siblings, and the only one young enough to still go get candy. We actually have a law in our town that makes it illegal to trick-or treat after age 12.<br />
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So anyway, the boy put in his costume, and went around the neighborhood looking for some tasty treats.<br />
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He came home with his pillow case of candy, and started to evenly divide it in 5 groups, one for each of his sibs, himself, and me. :-)<br />
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Today I couldn't find my candy bag. All of the kids have finished their candy, and mine was not yet touched. It somehow mysteriously disappeared from my bedroom today.<br />
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Of course each one of my kids has denied taking the bag o' yummies, but I don't believe them. tomorrow a comprehensive exhausting search will ensue, and the jury of his or her peers will decide what happens to the one found guilty of the pilfering.<br />
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Stay tuned....this is not over yet.....Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-8253018721585534472010-11-02T16:55:00.002-04:002010-11-02T16:55:47.197-04:00Sick of drama<span style="font-size: medium;">So I live in a house with my partner, 4 kids, 5 animals and a <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">18 year old</span></span></span></span>. My 18 year old Step daughter thinks it is okay to treat us however she chooses (usually badly), and not do chores, or help out in any way. She is still in high school, so there is no option of helping her to move out on her own at this time <br />
Sometimes I think she thinks she is a fairy princess and we are her slaves. It is our duty to provide food, shelter, electricity, heat, air conditioning, cable and internet for her pleasure. We are to do all of the household chores for her, and let her come and go as she pleases. And because we are such loyal slaves, she will occasionally bestow a smile or a than you upon us which we are to eagerly and gratefully accept, much like a starving dog accepts a bone.<br />
She will usually speak to her mother in a snotty surly tone, but every now and then she will be kind and there is a glimpse of that sweet little girl with the sparkling eyes, quick laugh and happy smile. Those glimpses are few and far between these days, and we grow weary waiting for them.<br />
People say, "oh, that is just how teenagers are". I refuse to accept that. I have three other kids that live in my house. They don't act as if the world owes them something. They do chores and happily participate in our family.<br />
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So the bottom line is I have to wait until July 2011 to help her move out on her own, and then my partner will spend months holding her daughter's hand as she navigates the world on adult terms. We try to teach her now while she still lives in our home, but she refuses to learn anything. We are stupid, and don't know anything. so we have nothing of value to teach her.<br />
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I suppose this too shall come to be a distant memory, but while living with it, life is difficult at best. I take comfort in the fact that we are not the only parent that have ever had to deal with issues like this, and we will survive.</span>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-70347135755642309702010-11-01T22:57:00.001-04:002010-11-01T22:59:57.314-04:00NABLOPOMOOkay, so I attempted this last year. You know the National Blog Posting Month---which is what the rest of us refer to as November.<br />
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I tried this last year, but I missed a day or two, and then it was all she wrote, I was no longer eligible to win a prize. And I was done. After all, if you can't win a prize, what is the point of blogging every day?? <br />
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I blogged alot more last year. I blogged before the month of November, but not so much since then. I have had LOTS of interesting things happen to me, but I guess I haven't really felt like blogging much. So today begins my journey into the world of blog for a month. A world of trying to be witty, or funny, or interesting or informative. Hopefully. I guess some blogs will just be plain boring. Sorry.<br />
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Today is the first. Welcome to Carol's NABLOPOMO>>> :-)Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-72819569424353611262010-02-19T14:18:00.000-05:002010-02-19T14:18:53.443-05:00Words from my friend P.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px;">I SHALL PASS THROUGH THIS WORLD BUT ONCE. ANY GOOD THAT I CAN DO OR ANY KINDESS THAT I CAN SHOW TO ANY HUMAN BEING LET ME DO IT NOW. LET ME NOT DEFER OR NEGLECT IT, FOR I SHALL NOT PASS THIS WAY AGAIN. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 18px;">My friend P. sent that to me. I like it. I would like to live that way. I try. I am not always successful.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 18px;">More blogging soon. Now I am wiped out emotionally. My kids will be home from school soon. They deserve a mother who is available to them. Available physically. Available mentally. Available emotionally. Every kid deserves no less. I need to get ready to receive them with unconditional love.</span></span>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-30625778756767640772009-11-12T21:19:00.000-05:002009-11-12T21:19:17.241-05:00Nor'easterNot much to blog about today. Nothing exciting or interesting happened. The kids were out of school today.<br />
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We have a terrible Nor'Easter coming through town. Winds whipping at 50-60 mph, tons of rain, coastal flooding. Good times.<br />
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School is out tomorrow too. What am I going to do with these kids???<br />
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Maybe the kids being home for three days in a row will induce an interesting blog tomorrow. One can only hope.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-71879537927784680032009-11-11T21:23:00.000-05:002009-11-11T21:23:19.591-05:00Biscuits all the way, baby!So, I joined a gym. Again. K and I can't join the YMCA as a "family" even though we are in the same household. Now, before you cry "foul", you need to know that you can't join the YMCA (at least here in Southeastern Virginia) as a family if you are a man and a woman who live together but are not married. So they do not discriminate on the basis of same genderness, but on the basis of unmarriedness. So, we joined a local gym.<br />
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My boys want to start working out. They want to lift weights. They want to be macho. They want a "6 pack." They are 14, 12 and 10. The only 6 pack they need at their ages is a 6 pack of juicy juice. But they say "mooooom, we want to have big muscles." I assume it is for the benefit of the middle and high school girls they believe will fall over and swoon in their 6 pack presence.<br />
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I am perpetually chubby. Have been for decades. I am sure I will continue to be. However, to me there is a difference between being chubby and healthy and being chubby, and well, just chubby. So to that end, I try to work out, but something always gets in the way. Work, kids, dinner, life. Well, now my checkbook is holding me accountable. I pay, and I don't want to waste my money, so off to the gym I will go.<br />
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Tonight was the first night we went, (we just joined on Friday evening), and with Scouts on Monday and Tuesday, today was the day. Knowing this morning that we were going to the gym, and I had to work this afternoon, I put some chicken in the crockpot with low sodium, chicken pot pie soup, and a can of fat free cream of chicken soup. Veggies rounded out the meal.<br />
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So to the gym we went. I did 30 minutes on a cardio machine and 20 minutes on weights. the 14 year old and 12 year old worked with a trainer so they could be taught how much weight is appropriate for their age and physical maturity level. The 10 year old played with legos. We worked out, we sweated, we learned, we conquered.<br />
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On the way home, I asked the 12 year old if he wanted pasta (which is low fat, multigrain and healthy) with the crock pot chicken, or should we stop at the local grocery store and get some biscuits.<br />
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His answer was "Biscuits all the way, baby." Now that is a kid after my own heart. :-)Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-760135684013044902009-11-10T22:50:00.000-05:002009-11-10T22:50:19.334-05:00blog??So my friend Patti says to me, "Hey, since you blog, why don't you do NaBloPoMo?" "Sure", I say, "seems harmless enough." BAH!......FEH! Now I have to think of witty things to say every day for a month.....<br />
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I try to be entertaining in my blog, or at the very least interesting. But today, I just don't have it in me. Nothing interesting to say. Nothing interesting happening. Just the usual daily grind...kids having a busy social life and needing to be taken everywhere, (their social life is busier than mine), grocery shopping, (LOVE my Harris Teeter, I have saved over $1000.00 in 6 months), cooking dinner, (spaghetti for the kids, chicken primavera for me and Karol), taking the car to the shop, the cat to the vet, and washing dishes.<br />
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The life of a typical suburban mom....although I am not a housewife... HA!<br />
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So a typical day...boring......busy..full of life and love.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-81884309767176005502009-11-09T11:14:00.000-05:002009-11-09T11:14:59.341-05:00Waiting for the chimney sweepYes, they do still exist. :-) When we moved into our house three years ago, I was delighted that we had a fireplace. I prefer a gas fireplace, but wood burning was okay. I had visions of cozy fires and heat radiating through the room as the family gathered to watch a movie together or play a board game....<br />
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The first winter I started a fire, and calmly watched smoke fill the room. The flue was open, the wood was seasoned...what was the problem?? I opened the windows, got out the smoke, and promptly put furniture in front of the fireplace and vowed never to use it again.<br />
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Well, the kids are growing up, and as they become more independent and have fewer weekend nights home with mom, nostalgia moved me to call a chimney sweep to check out the fireplace in hopes of using it this winter.<br />
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So I am waiting for him to show up so I can try to live my dream of the family gathered around the fire cozily watching a movie or playing a game, or enjoying time together. If I can get them to stay home with mom.....Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-8189471804481551582009-11-08T23:24:00.000-05:002009-11-08T23:24:22.783-05:00It all begins with the children.I was hoping that when I sat down to write tonight that a blog would just pour out of me...unfortunately that was not to be. I sat and sat, and mulled and mulled. My mind kept going back to the Children's Worship I did at church today, and how meaningful it was to me and many others. <br />
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I have been a member of many different faith groups throughout my life. Jewish (by birth), Church of Christ (by marriage), and now I am a member of a Unitarian Universalist church (by choice). I hold strong to my Jewish heritage, and usually refer to myself as a "Jewnitarian".<br />
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Today in church we had a service to honor Veterans. This in and of itself it not so unusual, although many Unitarians are strong pacifists, the church I belong to has a great many military personnel who are members. We have members who are on Active Duty, Reservists, Veterans and Retirees. They cover all the branches. We have storekeepers, CB's, doctors, musicians, lawyers, mechanics, and many others. We live in Southeastern Virginia which has a strong military presence.<br />
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So today I was the one doing a 10 minute childrens worship prior to the kids going off to classes. I wanted to point out to them how our military personnel help children all over the world and that as soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines we take our Unitarian Principles with us as we deploy and use them for the betterment of mankind whenever we are able.<br />
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I read to them our 1st, 2nd and 6th Unitarian Universalist principles, which are:<br />
1. The inherent dignity and worth of every person.<br />
2. Justice, equity and compassion in human relations.<br />
6. The goal of world community with peace, justice, and liberty for all.<br />
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I told them that kids in other countries do the same things they do....drink water...eat dinner....go to the doctor....go to school....have stories read to them....eat candy...and enjoy hanging out with friends and loved ones. Then I showed them some of these pictures:<br />
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<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><img alt="iraqi_child_father_hospital.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://3DC2DA92-3831-4F70-A021-26D46D22D9BD/iraqi_child_father_hospital.jpg" /><br />
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So they could see military personnel doing things with children around the world just like the things they do here. </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It is important to remember all of the WONDERFUL things our troops do while deployed. That is a story not often told. Carnage is easy to write about and focus on. The quiet determination of our troops to do their jobs AND make the world a better place is seen less often.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246395758692703167.post-26400220371787827392009-11-07T14:37:00.000-05:002009-11-07T14:37:07.667-05:00Longing for peace.....I really don't have much to blog about today. Because this week my life was full of stress. Too many commitments....... too many kids' activities............ to many places to be at the same time................ sick animals............... sick kids............too many jobs...........too many dirty clothes, dishes, floors.<br />
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I stay at home part time. I no longer work full time outside the home, but I have replaced that with 4 part time jobs to equal the income. 2 of those jobs I work from home and 2 I have to leave the house. In addition I bake bread and sell it at craft fairs. Does that count as job 5??<br />
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I have a kid in Cub Scouts, a kid in Boy Scouts, and I volunteer in both. <br />
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It is such a joy when/if I ever get a day to myself. I like to sit in the house when everyone is gone and the animals are sleeping. It is so quiet in the house and I enjoy just listening to the quiet. When everyone is home, it is so hectic and busy...I long for the peace.<br />
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Peace is good.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06078554031843814206noreply@blogger.com1