tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62717258751825284002024-03-12T17:49:09.030-07:00The House of BlessingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-84931589766259793772012-03-07T09:18:00.000-08:002012-03-07T09:18:11.063-08:00<span style="font-size: large;">I have really narrowed my junk -hauln' down to two times a year {it is just to much for me physically} and in my ever so humble thoughts, this really is the best show out there. </span><br />
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YUP, its Glitterfest. <br />
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Its a super~fun day. My favorite parts {this might sound kinda silly} is everyone is happy to be there. Lots of laughing and smiles...just a great time!!! So come on over and say <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-57836971102281892582012-03-04T13:00:00.000-08:002012-03-07T09:08:32.835-08:00<span style="font-size: large;">I have so not been very BLOGGER-rific for a few months,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">things have been mad-cap crazy with the construction on the new house, moving, sick kids...</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Exibit ~A. The kitchen in is before and now current condition. Not to shabby ?</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">{We removed that little cabinet that jets out, along with the bulk head}</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">{not the best picture with my phone..but you get the idea}</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nothing is really finished. ..It is really more and a “well, it looks better than it did kind of stage. Which really, I am thrilled with.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-5975036404373137452011-12-31T11:35:00.000-08:002011-12-31T11:35:09.512-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Today as 2011 plays peek~ a~ boo with 2012 I have to be honest; <br />
I can’t wait for this year to be <strong>OVER</strong>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is something clean and refreshing about a fresh start…a new clean calendar. FABULOUS!! </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This past year, really, the past two years have been.... well,...GROSS .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I stared to list all the STUFF and deleted twice. Lets face it, really who what’s to read a list {big one at that} of YUCK. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Instead I’m going to I thank God for the mountains, and I thank Him for the valleys, and I thank Him for the storms He brought me through. For if I'd never had a problem, I wouldn't know God could solve them, I’d never know what faith in God could do. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Happy New Friends!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong> </strong></span><span style="font-size: large;">It’s my hope that when you face trial and devastation in the new year as we have this past year that you too “<strong>choose</strong>” {life is about choices… that is my mantra to the Blessings} to praise the Lord in those hard times . CHOOSING to not miss the glory of the Lord. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I've had many tears and sorrows,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I've had questions for tomorrow,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>there's been times I didn't know right from wrong.</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>But in every situation,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>God gave me blessed consultation,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>that my trials come to only make me strong.</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Chorus:</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Through it all,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>through it all,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I've learned to trust in Jesus,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I've learned to trust in God.</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Through it all,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>through it all,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I've learned to depend upon His Word.</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Verse 2:</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I've been to lots of places,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I've seen a lot of faces,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>there's been times I felt so all alone.</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>But in my lonely hours,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>yes, those precious lonely hours,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Jesus lets me know that I was His own</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Verse 3:</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I thank God for the mountains,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>and I thank Him for the valleys,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I thank Him for the storms He brought me through.</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>For if I'd never had a problem,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I wouldn't know God could solve them,</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><em></em></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I'd never know what faith in God could do. </em></span></div><em><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">After my last raw and heavy post, I thought I would lighten things up a bit and show you what has been consuming my days thoughts {thank you Jesus}. Our little<br />
{still needs to close escrow} </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Acorn Cottage"!</span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This little house was the forever home for one family for 45 years. <br />
That is just so precious to me! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Part of me feels guilty for pining to paint over their ledgers on the walls....<br />
{that will change as soon as I have the paint gun in hand }.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Out with the carpet and and tile {1966 original I might add} and in with dark wide plank wood flooring!</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So long fake wood panels....<br />
HELLO gobs of white paint!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-15548741267538299402011-12-12T10:29:00.000-08:002011-12-12T10:29:31.582-08:00<span style="font-size: large;">Merry Christmas Gals, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was in my quite place this morning; {aka the shower} thinking about how I have been hiding from my blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know that sounds ridicules…but, it’s the raw truth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jesus and I have been played tug-a- war. He tells me “<em>these things are part of the testimony I have given you.. so, I can be glorified.”</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and I tell Him but,… Lord….I don’t wanna! My life is already a fish bowl. And I’m okay talking about things if asked…but, no one is asking Lord!<br />
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<em>“No child, I am telling you”!</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last year I was diagnosed with Lupus: an Autoimmune Disease that truth be told… kicks my tail feathers!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When diagnosed, the Papa Blessings and I decided that we would not have any more blessing added to the Cottage as we had hoped.... s</span><span style="font-size: large;">ince stress is a big trigger to flair ups. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">8 months into my diagnoses we received a call for a 2 month old baby girl. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We declined {I cried}. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They called again. We declined {I cried}. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They called again…..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We prayed {I cried}. We prayed and prayed and prayed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We both had this overwhelming peace that this is what He wanted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We picked our precious Blessing girl and she immediately became OURS {just they all had}.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then 3 weeks ago while at the market my phone rang… with what felt like a sucker punch right to my gut. Our baby was going back to her birth mother. My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor right in the isle way. But, Lord she is MY baby! We have loved her, and raised her for a year!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em> "No, child. She is mine, and this is my will".</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course there are so many more threads to this, and as each day passes we feel Gods arm squeezing us tight.<br />
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I can honestly tell you without a shadow of a doubt our faith has not skipped a beat. <em>“For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is it painful? <br />
Yes. </span><br />
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Do I mourn the loss of my precious Jo-Jo? <br />
Absolutely!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I do not know WHY this is God’s plan for our lives {and hers} but, I know just as He took his time hanging each star just in the right place so He does with our lives and we CHOICE to thank Him. </span><br />
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I have my "regulars"you know, that I check in on and snoop around , I mean read...and quit honestly I get a little bugged~out when I plop myself down to do so and there have been no updates! <br />
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Well HELLooo pot...<br />
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Meet kettle!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I have not blogged in over two months, and trust me it is not because I have not had 1000000 things to say. I have not had three minutes to think to myself let alone try and type it out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">So heres the deal!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Come and see me Saturday at Glitterfest.....</span><br />
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Will talk.... <br />
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I'll tell you all about it!</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-38968827987109666732011-08-17T10:39:00.000-07:002011-08-17T10:41:57.270-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yCrRZ6SFlHtws3qYr71RCr92vU-LVMLR1XKn806Yod_ModRUGs8vvXym9WaTJN0I9AJXoCo8fXO5drZLWjFfQQQ2co8rxRPEcao2UajKOMr9IF0skK60cVTocoWSt4DMh-oB_yGyDddn/s1600/case+and+pillow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yCrRZ6SFlHtws3qYr71RCr92vU-LVMLR1XKn806Yod_ModRUGs8vvXym9WaTJN0I9AJXoCo8fXO5drZLWjFfQQQ2co8rxRPEcao2UajKOMr9IF0skK60cVTocoWSt4DMh-oB_yGyDddn/s640/case+and+pillow.jpg" width="476px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Like you, I have different girlfriends for different occasions.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: large;">The “road trip gal” that is up for anything.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Or the one that you can call at 2 am to go get a donut!<br />
<em> Don’t judge me...there good donuts!</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The one that sends you a birthday card when it’s not your birthday, but knows that you LOVE your birthday…. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">or</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The poor Sista’ that sits and listens to you pour out your soul over a pot of coffee! </span><span style="font-size: large;">{ G.G.G. you know who you are}</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Soooo at Taco Night I was with some friends that I L.O.V.E. and they were inquiring about ALL that stuff that the HOB staff and I have been going through the last 6 months, and “bless their hearts” they for some reason think I have super powers!!</span><br />
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<em>“ I don’t know how you do it..I couldn’t if it was me” </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em>“ I think you are the baby whisper; your kids never fight” <br />
{she clearly had too much wine!}</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I left the restaurant and got to my car I lost it…just starting crying like a baby. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em>“Lord, they don’t know that I come running home when I fall down. They don’t know who picks me up when no one is around. They are right; and I can’t do it either …if not for You. You are the rescuer of my soul. You have the kind of water that will quench my thirsty soul!” </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Girlfriends are precious gifts of goodness from the Lord, and I am SO thankful…but, I am more thankful that I have a Savior that loves me enough to know my weakness and gets me! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, YOU! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have some <em>oh~ so</em> juicy words for you…..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">{{{ STOP}}}! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No , there are no more blessings coming {well, right now anyway} and NO, David Beckham did not come over last week like he said he would}}}</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, what IS happening... and I am <em>oh so happy</em> about; is I will be joining forces with Jen</span><span style="font-size: large;"> and Dani</span><span style="font-size: large;"> for this super-fab sale .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have know Jen for a long while and {{{LOVE her eye for junk}}}and just had the pleasure of meeting Dani eye ball to eye just a smidge ago but, have been <strike>staking</strike> , I mean reading her blog for a while. So, any~ who...come out and say hey and buy lots of fun stuff!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-8037395015080467802011-07-11T11:05:00.000-07:002011-07-11T11:05:17.014-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAc4T_n7WzdQ5XZUlYHOrqE8Cy2QJxJeE-4uA1ukxgi_2MKmBNY2touejqUHAuQ3uCYT2_eHttXgCQMUxQu29doYQeL0NWTZM6o2QiXUMYoB60Swrz4DtCxnEGBQpmVTEqOY4ZgOkcixW/s1600/complete_kitchen_splash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAc4T_n7WzdQ5XZUlYHOrqE8Cy2QJxJeE-4uA1ukxgi_2MKmBNY2touejqUHAuQ3uCYT2_eHttXgCQMUxQu29doYQeL0NWTZM6o2QiXUMYoB60Swrz4DtCxnEGBQpmVTEqOY4ZgOkcixW/s640/complete_kitchen_splash.jpg" width="538px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Okay? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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How fabulous would this be in my backyard ...on the back porch..the blessings wouldn't have to come in the house with wet, grassy-gross feet! They could even make their own dinner..you know a mom thought of this for sure!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
I L.O.V.E this ...<br />
really I do!</div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-61440225309817801502011-06-29T12:02:00.000-07:002011-06-29T12:02:46.273-07:00<span style="font-size: large;">“Momaaaaa! He took my book”!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“MOM! Look what she did to my IPOD”!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Mommy” ! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Mommy” ! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Mommy” !</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have mercy!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I could not take one more Tattletale….. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I did what any good mom would do; and I started a division of Momma Services.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"><em>{insert really cute pic here...darn thing wont up load!}</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Complaint Department”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“All submissions are to be put in writing, and will be reviewed before the close of the business day”. {4:30pm} </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em>{really cute one here}</em></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">The line for submissions can resemble the DMV at times …but, it just might be our most successful department at Momma Services to date! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Even Papa Blessing is in on it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em>{cute one here too}</em></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-6870413433541949782011-06-15T11:34:00.000-07:002011-06-15T11:40:33.404-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The Blessings have been out <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>of school for 3 days. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Can I get a whoop ~whoop that Phineas and Ferb are wrong, and there is NOT<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>104 of Summer vacation…they are already saying ”<em>there is nothing to do</em>”! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So ….drum roll please…. </span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">our “<em>Oh Those Sweet Summer Days to Do List</em>”!</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do you see the one that says Grammie and Pa’s? </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do you ever look at some of your favorite blogs and do the “where’s waldo” seeing if you can find any dirty dishes in the sink behind the plates of “ <em>Oh this; I just whipped it up right before I made the kids 44 teacher gifts, reupholstered that old couch and shirred 158 sheep</em>”!?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You do too! </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Come on, admit it! </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I do!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">As much as I would like to say that my house is always <br />
“blog perfect.”</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It’s NOT. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And to go even further, and say that it is always holy…it is NOT! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We have what we call “Family Church” everyday. Yes, everyday. For the most part is always at 7:00a.m.… it is not always still or peaceful but it is imperative to the start of a Holy day. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">There is generally a three year blessing soaring from someplace, a crying baby, Papa Blessings cell phone ringing from the office. Our homes should be rich in many things, but none more than being Christ centered. It is not easy cultivating home in a society that says it is not desirable. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But God says so! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sweet time among “Blessings” is one that cannot be replicated anyplace. The time spent in worship, study and conversation are sacred and will build a Christ centered inheritance for our children and theirs. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So call me old fashioned …<br />
call me a square…<br />
but, my family will eat from the Lords table. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am OVER my brown leather couch that I swore to Poppa Blessing would be the best thing we ever did. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm just not that kind of girl. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need white slipcovers...its just who I am!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sooooo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
15+ yards of fabric @ $22 per yard = SHUT UP!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So, I did what any momma of four blessing would do...IKEA. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not just Ikea, but the "as is" section...you know that little whole in the wall in the back corner where you have to have 9 foot long arms {or a blessing you can drop in {wink~wink} in order to reach anything. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I found a white slipcover for are you ready for this.. $4.99 and some 1.99 cushions.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Got them home thinking I was the smartest chic ever and found out my cushions are sewing into my couch. I was all prepaired to cut them out when "HE" say's <br />
"What you cant do that" <br />
Why not? Im over this couch! <br />
NO. <br />
Okay, fine. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So back to Ikea I went {with one blessing in tow incase I needed a digger} for more cushion that I could cut up for fabric, and LOTS of ruffles of course. </span><br />
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This is the end result!</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you were a fly on the wall this weekend you heard this conversation...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Papa Blessing? <br />
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Can I write a check for $995,000 ? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why ?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You know that house that I have been in LOVE with for 10 years? <br />
Yea ???</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm standing in the middle of it!</span><br />
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I HEART it!!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can I have it???</span></span> </td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGZl-2J3Tnbml3GsdrzHpLjDjg9h4DrgYMdapJMBOpfCXKf7gu4jee_VpS4mLhu61pQc_bwfnLph5v0B8YhY_jMPdf7tsrsU9gj-pCxKogVq7fixzyKG4LM9SsxD-9Ya5gSemlJPYEsX8/s1600/IS1fq9sv8l3zpgj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGZl-2J3Tnbml3GsdrzHpLjDjg9h4DrgYMdapJMBOpfCXKf7gu4jee_VpS4mLhu61pQc_bwfnLph5v0B8YhY_jMPdf7tsrsU9gj-pCxKogVq7fixzyKG4LM9SsxD-9Ya5gSemlJPYEsX8/s640/IS1fq9sv8l3zpgj.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just look at all that fabulous waive glass!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAVNvT0zUxl5yK0k8cW53NneC3FjShLimxHWbH7CTBWNWbKm7hUdQWtR_KpAcniEebkiK9MgbyI0g4ecyOLB2mRqoVb1reFCJibKvuifxlwody3MU19oC_evlzTEqJgZBj2Wn4FOV5rON/s1600/IS1fq9svcj67ter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBAVNvT0zUxl5yK0k8cW53NneC3FjShLimxHWbH7CTBWNWbKm7hUdQWtR_KpAcniEebkiK9MgbyI0g4ecyOLB2mRqoVb1reFCJibKvuifxlwody3MU19oC_evlzTEqJgZBj2Wn4FOV5rON/s640/IS1fq9svcj67ter.jpg" width="640px" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, maybe not the grand kitchen you would expect to see for a million bucks...but, it is a old farm house after all. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1YCp98zm8dvX3e4_VdqZgtoahbUahne6O4au2Sy_8Yxli3VRE45nkJkb4_OyMOqUSFifdHQTE2AKFzShnS1OGCsF9AC_U4_ZWax6Ekn0l9ERZOrPp6517T-67qL5exmqLErTob8EUAFo/s1600/IS1fq9svkfao1b7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1YCp98zm8dvX3e4_VdqZgtoahbUahne6O4au2Sy_8Yxli3VRE45nkJkb4_OyMOqUSFifdHQTE2AKFzShnS1OGCsF9AC_U4_ZWax6Ekn0l9ERZOrPp6517T-67qL5exmqLErTob8EUAFo/s640/IS1fq9svkfao1b7.jpg" width="640px" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">Cant you just hear the Blessing running up and down these fabulous stairs!?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEM14gsImLZ1cSTk-3hCxvZ8Vr_1jIvOh8lo6CMLLXl9N2g8WqZYHPn8fUqw2t98xIUyNDt_-nbqNxbl8X7NIINqwOHnSr7AmwjweJbXHEdVycBBjPZWl2cUkv4BbCLtklE2VOApa3hIt/s1600/ISicf7moponqn7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEM14gsImLZ1cSTk-3hCxvZ8Vr_1jIvOh8lo6CMLLXl9N2g8WqZYHPn8fUqw2t98xIUyNDt_-nbqNxbl8X7NIINqwOHnSr7AmwjweJbXHEdVycBBjPZWl2cUkv4BbCLtklE2VOApa3hIt/s640/ISicf7moponqn7.jpg" width="640px" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">My new studio?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil890o8aIGdbo8eI_CUAlnGtzUXfp0lVerSGMCo4hfCAqLE4qf2dOnk1-GPnAhS-tjjVsByAbqOyS10ex1DafrOqKN9FyUivRPShwCjyZNi_YSI5TfLa_vveRC9jNd0jaH6azNGULC6aD1/s1600/IS1fq9svsbf497n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil890o8aIGdbo8eI_CUAlnGtzUXfp0lVerSGMCo4hfCAqLE4qf2dOnk1-GPnAhS-tjjVsByAbqOyS10ex1DafrOqKN9FyUivRPShwCjyZNi_YSI5TfLa_vveRC9jNd0jaH6azNGULC6aD1/s640/IS1fq9svsbf497n.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, and we could grow old together on this ol' porch !</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
I'll never ask for anything again! </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
{wink~wink}</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
{nudge~nudge}</div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-64284128922919610352011-05-04T15:30:00.001-07:002011-05-04T15:35:00.067-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ecCEFIGBUY8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I bet you 20~ bucks right now, that you have heard a zillion times more about "Kate and William" than any Kate and William that might be in Alabama! <br />
<em>The national media has moved on. You are the media now.</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-11951283958579255822011-05-02T10:24:00.000-07:002011-05-02T10:24:52.338-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZ2XyfIoUjF7hGQvGEpVi-bUXH_aOYEFmv37aMUtxEyy5BQBed-LzBxqgQZ1x75t4P2ndiCBoi8zEx6shOx6t-i_V0DNQ0IVTzgfNHXFp3t_lOltxwE8he61XRHB7ctUkdzG4g5M6fpPa/s1600/IMG_20110429_092030%255B2%255D3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="640px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZ2XyfIoUjF7hGQvGEpVi-bUXH_aOYEFmv37aMUtxEyy5BQBed-LzBxqgQZ1x75t4P2ndiCBoi8zEx6shOx6t-i_V0DNQ0IVTzgfNHXFp3t_lOltxwE8he61XRHB7ctUkdzG4g5M6fpPa/s640/IMG_20110429_092030%255B2%255D3.jpg" width="478px" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don’t drink …</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don’t smoke….</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I blog!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Oh, and drink a lot of Ice Tea and shop …but, whatever!</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It’s kind of cheap therapy …I can put thoughts, feelings, events <br />
out there in blog-land and release them. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Except</strong>…anything about Girl Blessing No.4! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nope, no pictures…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No details …</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nada~ </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Zip ~ </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Zilch~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Its like the mini~baby witness protection program until her adoption is final.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I will however release the above picture where her identity has been concealed,{thanks Blessings No.1 and No.3} protecting her former self.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-43553562570461636692011-04-18T11:36:00.000-07:002011-04-18T11:36:15.688-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqxlg3-_kLPZn9d-Znfz54OMcKPVzd5Zt4TOgCPvmq6YpG4npoWAx3i9XkQv6lYhm3R8U0PG0MJ_aC8-42pj6zfUn1SG2h0XpkpBWPhjkRLAFSnnQUAC22T519AIMCbUVnqhJ43Km4kyc/s1600/IMG_20110416_222427%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqxlg3-_kLPZn9d-Znfz54OMcKPVzd5Zt4TOgCPvmq6YpG4npoWAx3i9XkQv6lYhm3R8U0PG0MJ_aC8-42pj6zfUn1SG2h0XpkpBWPhjkRLAFSnnQUAC22T519AIMCbUVnqhJ43Km4kyc/s640/IMG_20110416_222427%255B1%255D.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My boy~blessing, No.3 does not sleep. </span><span style="font-size: large;">He requires very little.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some nights…late in the night… I can hear him rattling around in his bed..talking to himself, singing or revamping his bed to the floor in a effort to build a “furt” aka fort. {as seen above}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No.3 does not have an off button! He is always on the move!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>HAVE MERCY</strong>!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last night Lupus got the best of me, and I was in bed watching the new Judds show {<em>the Papa Blessing has no desire to watch it with me, and banished me to our room</em>} when down the hall I hear…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>“Mamma, it’s me.. {In a very loud whisper} you want me to come with you~ your bed”?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Come on Babe!</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>“Momma? Your Lupus hurt”? </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Yes, sweetie! Mammas okay. You want to come lay down with me?</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<em></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>“Ummmm, sure”!</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So I turned off the T.V. and we laid there in the dark, snuggled up together…just listening to him breath and giggle. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Smelling his sweet little head. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rubbing his chubby little fingers. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love this time with him. He is still and sweet and centered. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It got me thinking about my time with the Lord, and as Christ's child, He loves when I come to him and snuggle up....and turn off my "<em>off button"</em> and just lay there in His arm's. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"You who live in the shelter of the Most High, who abide in the shadow of the Almighty, will say to the Lord, "My refuge and my fortress; my God in whom I trust." (Psalm 91:1-2)</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">....takes me to a different place.... <br />
......like only music can...... <br />
.... haunting.. <br />
..... moving... <br />
..... raw.....</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-76235183554608329102011-04-06T10:32:00.000-07:002011-04-06T10:32:58.392-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5WMiCIPPkZD69XWIbErUR6G1j49Mdokp2zW1mblc4zyNM79WSPhP7cUqK8c39rHeRRqXHTEg58Da7Sn1X4uLp3034BOT0K4GNX8PUT2FskOnJvySrKxIvnJFUqTULX2h2AnXTXrrZAdj/s1600/sotc-farmhouse-drainboard-sink-p0814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="446" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5WMiCIPPkZD69XWIbErUR6G1j49Mdokp2zW1mblc4zyNM79WSPhP7cUqK8c39rHeRRqXHTEg58Da7Sn1X4uLp3034BOT0K4GNX8PUT2FskOnJvySrKxIvnJFUqTULX2h2AnXTXrrZAdj/s640/sotc-farmhouse-drainboard-sink-p0814.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It’s a good thing that for the most parts I have my wits about me…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I can become a little compulsive and obsessive. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">SHOCK~er!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, with that being said; here is my lasted</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> “<em>Holy Pickle…I have to have to this</em>”. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I mean come on, does this not screams, <br />
“<em>one bathroom shared by 4 blessings</em>”?! </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I KNOW!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And its only $3000.00.....</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m sure one will come in the thrift store?????</span></div><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-76404053001054913302011-03-23T10:14:00.000-07:002011-03-23T10:16:30.591-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">While all the other kids in school were paying attention, learning how to spell and multiply things others than in 5’s {I’m good at 5’s}…I was daydreaming, redesigning the classroom or making up songs in my head! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was NOT a good student. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ever! <br />
Well, in Choir. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So now that I am almost {cough, cough} 40, I have learned to surround myself with people that are good at what I am not. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Papa Blessing and my Bestie can rattle off numbers like they are on the stock market floor. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mar is my own personal Editor. <br />
She proofs anything that I make public. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">All this comes full circle when the Boy Blessing was writing a story <em>{just for fun}</em> and asked me how to spell things …I was rattling words off like I was …well, someone else. A few hours later my precious nephew, Carter came over…. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">“<em>Ah Dude, do you want me to fix what you spelled wrong…there are lot of mistakes</em>”?!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">He’s 9 what does he know about mistakes?!!!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Would the jury please review evidence No. 1?</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKSvIRqAvgF_FGgFu84PHLhmasgLNaMjjmqI1cjA9KMpFeCwgHx7EKgE_Cf7vly7W8LL-9PEKah-fUgSHuDCXIIE9O1clFmW0p_4lcrwhUdC4R3CmhaQZz-QhGXKhah1-B2m9QumNMxBAT/s1600/IMG_20110321_171130%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKSvIRqAvgF_FGgFu84PHLhmasgLNaMjjmqI1cjA9KMpFeCwgHx7EKgE_Cf7vly7W8LL-9PEKah-fUgSHuDCXIIE9O1clFmW0p_4lcrwhUdC4R3CmhaQZz-QhGXKhah1-B2m9QumNMxBAT/s640/IMG_20110321_171130%255B1%255D.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I am SO glad his dad, my brother was not there to witness this tragedy…I would have never heard the end of it!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The reason for Carters visit was to SO sweet! </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">He came to bring the girl blessings the sweetest gift EV-AH!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">He made them each hair bows {you know I have a mild obsession for bows} made out of duct-tape. Bright Yellow and Leopard duct tape. And they are cute too!! <br />
I love this boy! <br />
He has such a precious little guy. <br />
He is meek, and kind and compassionate. <br />
I have never heard a whisper of discouragement from his month. <br />
I am proud to be his “Auntie”, and look forward to seeing the Godly man that God is preparing him to be. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I often have a bad practice of allowing peoples “toxic” {<em>that’s my new buzz word...I have been using it so much that No. 2 girl blessing said it about someone the other day</em>} behaviors towards me, or my family to fester in my heart <br />
{<em>like mold on cheese…hairy and just gross</em>}. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This morning as I was doing just that, God spoke to my heart …with you He may speak with a whisper.Others, maybe a soft nudge. Me? It’s like a large “Fred Flintstone “hammer to the head! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">“<strong>Get over it”! I am God. I am bigger and great than this entire mess, and I have it all in the palm of my hand</strong>”! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Life is sticky and messy and YES people are too…but, you know what not everyone is!</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have been SO blessed to be surrounded by sunny,happy Godly woman that love and support me…in spite of myself! If you are one of those “peeps” {and you know who you are} … I love you and thank you for being you and allowing me to be me!</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-26380088425726675352011-03-14T14:46:00.000-07:002011-03-14T14:46:15.105-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOjIqtA767nhP5Xbc18BIRWsFX7d72yqU_rQUYLylHVpAkiJgUW_gAZcBgUrn370tlqHl-YxDSx39tlGrm413LgMV3eHHAbzrFXci8vVRWsX7dD2phcm9ZWI1GOytQ0_Jw4B02o-zxiAX/s1600/1270076_166160_a633b0924f_p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOjIqtA767nhP5Xbc18BIRWsFX7d72yqU_rQUYLylHVpAkiJgUW_gAZcBgUrn370tlqHl-YxDSx39tlGrm413LgMV3eHHAbzrFXci8vVRWsX7dD2phcm9ZWI1GOytQ0_Jw4B02o-zxiAX/s640/1270076_166160_a633b0924f_p.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have been thinking a lot this week about hands….</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A hand (med./lat.: manus, pl. manūs) is a prehensile, multi-fingered extremity located at the end of an arm or forelimb. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hands tell a story about a person’s life. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some are callused from years of hard work. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Others don’t “do dishes”. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My grandmas were sprinkled with “wisdom spots” . </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My hands have been busy. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They joyfully received our 4th Baby Blessing child</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They have cradled sick blessings till the wee hours of the morning </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They consoled the Papa Blessing at the sudden death of his sister</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They have been folded in prayer as I spent time with the Lord in grief over the mistrust of some relationships. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">What do your hands tell about you?</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-69699476659761708662011-03-02T11:51:00.000-08:002011-03-02T11:51:14.737-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZ0EVUMayxHV6WwjdFnNyPsColx2cbKR3aUmLvfb-ymRLePDgioSAE2Fhdr2EyT0wR6Nw1CalBu_H_9JQpGh2mMtVZSMqzxbmfbb-Bmv10MkKY-oSUlEETUlWqJ8tF2rax_a5t-j2vRdW/s1600/hello+march.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZ0EVUMayxHV6WwjdFnNyPsColx2cbKR3aUmLvfb-ymRLePDgioSAE2Fhdr2EyT0wR6Nw1CalBu_H_9JQpGh2mMtVZSMqzxbmfbb-Bmv10MkKY-oSUlEETUlWqJ8tF2rax_a5t-j2vRdW/s640/hello+march.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pickles! </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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*I'm a soooo ready for spring, and some sunshine. </div><span style="font-size: large;"><em><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* I have to clean out the hall closet</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* Starbucks!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">* My studio{<em>aka the junk drawer</em>} look like the sight of a nuclear attack!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You like how my brain is only processing in bullet point thoughts today?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div></em>* I have no pants that fit...I swear they fit yesterday</span> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Come on, we pay a super high price to live in So. Cali and I have not been getting my moneys worth!</em></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-20931512916344842012011-02-23T15:48:00.000-08:002011-02-23T15:48:02.705-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokRQmongr0iQ3m7E5GaeC_XUn5cG2g6S57m4Ufb7pn0icbfhuzbOPPx-h9SbaXmPQtdIa3oZcVR8zBr6RSYJCt9oKsvdnJV2ga0tOHgetUfR_6_lsiv4CZ3iGFf5JdtDZJTPv5tH0Bss7/s1600/Annie-Lennox12352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokRQmongr0iQ3m7E5GaeC_XUn5cG2g6S57m4Ufb7pn0icbfhuzbOPPx-h9SbaXmPQtdIa3oZcVR8zBr6RSYJCt9oKsvdnJV2ga0tOHgetUfR_6_lsiv4CZ3iGFf5JdtDZJTPv5tH0Bss7/s640/Annie-Lennox12352.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Its confession time…..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Are you ready? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It’s a humdinger baby, let me tell you. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m not a real blonde!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">There. I said it! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When we started welcoming little “Blessings” into the fold, and they all had glorious~ dark~ yummy hair I changed from blonde to dark brown. <br />
Truth be told, thinking they might kind of look like me when I did. {I know, I know}</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, it has only been 8 years for me to figure it out ..... They don’t look like me {they look like Papa Blessings Really, they do}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, yesterday I text my sweet –hair-do’er friend, <em>Little Wendy</em> {l.o.v.e. her} and I went for it. Not only am I blonde..I am “rock star blond” to quote one of the Blessings playmates. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271725875182528400.post-74431475056401848072011-02-14T10:25:00.000-08:002011-02-14T10:25:37.638-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRQ2I8B0dPuBveUhfU1FSVrKIbeiIc-of-5L2Ofr9wBHF8gZf6evMONz7Ou9LQdT6OzAJlZKT-JwFIY1r0Hv3Mibbmb79-Zb0vpmBOZ0qzAp52fSZfRm2dYFCdqrnVW7je_I2U9NwjRCSI/s1600/i+love+you+mommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRQ2I8B0dPuBveUhfU1FSVrKIbeiIc-of-5L2Ofr9wBHF8gZf6evMONz7Ou9LQdT6OzAJlZKT-JwFIY1r0Hv3Mibbmb79-Zb0vpmBOZ0qzAp52fSZfRm2dYFCdqrnVW7je_I2U9NwjRCSI/s640/i+love+you+mommy.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes love is thunderous and evident.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Other times it is still and low.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My heart is FULL!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0