tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56967703896004859092024-03-05T07:02:50.767-06:00Brend-a-MusesMom to three, thrift store manager, college student, daughter of God... My life, up close and personal!Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04568563273594321214noreply@blogger.comBlogger428125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696770389600485909.post-29167472942343627182014-05-03T15:40:00.001-05:002014-05-03T15:40:08.855-05:00A year has flown bySo, I thought I would blog again (at least this once) and see if anyone notices. :-) It's been almost a year since my last post and that's just a really long time. I really don't know if I've had anything worth saying, so you probably didn't miss out of anything. During the past year I moved to another (smaller and cheaper) house. And one of the fun things about buying a new house is watching the flowers bloom in the spring and discovery what kinds of stuff the previous owners planted. I've got some really pretty yellow roses by my front porch. That's fun. While I love the roses, I would never personally plant a rose bush because 1) they are hard to maintain with their sharp pointy thorns and 2) they bloom for such a short time out of the year and the rest of the year look stupid.<br />
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But for now, I like them.<br />
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And other than that, our year has consisted of me working a ton and the kids going to school, Sarah working at a restaurant and Libby started working there a couple months ago, too. And Jacob plays hockey year round- the travel season ended in March, but the clinics and 3-on-3 continues. And Libby still takes her art classes. And loves to shop at Hobby Lobby and make us cute things. And Sarah is involved in all kinds of school activities and getting ready to graduate from high school in a couple weeks and then off to college in the Fall. I do not know where the time has gone. We are going to miss her terribly, but I'm very excited for her to embark on this new phase of her life.<br />
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Rufus had to spend two months outside in my friend's kennel while we were in between houses and it was pretty cold outside, so he is just grateful to be living indoors again. <br />
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And that about sums things up.<br />
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Maybe I will make this a regular occurrence again. <br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/283917F27323709EA8B7D30F01854C6E.png" style="background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border: none;" /></a>Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04568563273594321214noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696770389600485909.post-35449683624486697222013-06-14T20:50:00.001-05:002013-06-14T20:50:18.617-05:00Weird Things <span style="font-family: Arial;">It's been fun getting to know Spike this week- every week day he has come to volunteer at the store. I drove him to and from church and home from M's graduation Thursday. He has a cute and likeable personality. All week he has been weighing his options , talking to his parents and trying to figure out where to go next. Today he came and told me, with a big smile on his face, that he will start at The Way on Monday! I'm glad he will be around a while so I can keep an eye on him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Then later today, my dear friend Tammy came by the store to say hello and when Spike walked by, I said, "Spike, come meet my friend Tammy". And guess what? They already knew each other! When he lived here last year for a couple months, she cut his hair. How strange, these twists and turns of fate!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">MmmHmm.... God is working in Spike's life. No question about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">And I LOVE when God uses me, even in a small way, in someone's story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">To be as succinct as possible, through my friend M, I met a kid named Spike. (Not his real name! :-)) A mere 18 years old, he showed up in town after being kicked out of the recovery program he was in and he had nowhere to go. As is his habit, M sent him to me to keep him busy (and off the streets) at the store. (Honesty: This sometimes bothers me).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He worked for a while at the store and then got ahold of his dad (in a different state), who was apparently practicing tough love and refused to pay for a hotel- instead telling the kid to go to a local homeless shelter. I was going out for lunch and offered to drive him and on the way, we chatted and I got him some lunch.... and he had good manners and a likeable disposition. He could be one of Sarah's friends, I thought.<br /><br />I had never been to this particular homeless shelter and when we pulled up, there was barbed wire and strange people lurking around and he said, "Oh no. This doesn't look good". (No, it didn't). He then assured me he could defend himself, if necessary, but he looked ready to cry. My maternal instincts went crazy (even though I had known him for all of two hours at this point) and when he left the car walking toward the building with his nice clothes and suitcase, I couldn't hold back the tears. It reminded me of the day I dropped Jacob off for his first day of preschool and watched him carry his big backpack and lunch box like a big boy into the church and the tears surprised me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So I called M for reassurance. He told me "paternal" things like, "Spike made his bed and he has to lie in it. Sometimes people have to hit rock bottom. He is just facing the consequences of his choices. He has to put on his big boy pants and suck it up". Also, I figured if his family was practicing tough love, there was probably a reason. I did feel somewhat better, but it nagged at me all afternoon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Three hours later, Spike called the store and told me that his dad had agreed to pay for a hotel for a week and was there any way someone could come get him and take him to the hotel. I told him I would be right there. We both laughed when he got back in the car. I said I was relieved he would be in a hotel instead of the homeless shelter. He said he was, as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">And I told him to call M when he got settled and we would pick him up for church Sunday and make sure he has food, which M has done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He is on the waiting list to get into the program I work for.... I will be glad for the day when they get the new building built and can house more residents. It is such a pressing need- I have seen that with my own eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As for my own introspection, I am wondering how it is that I came to be someone who offers random homeless people rides to the homeless shelter? I told M that it hit me that I don't know this kid from Adam and he could have done any number of harmful things to me. And I'm not stupid- I just didn't feel any real threat. I didn't give him any cash or my personal phone number. But, sometimes you just know when God wants you to act, I guess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">If I had picked my own ministry for this season of my life, I would have chosen to help babies or puppies or the elderly. Homeless and drug-addicted men would not have been my choice. But I guess sometimes God chooses for you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Please pray for Spike. He is a confused kid who has made some bad choices, but I have a good feeling about him.</span><br />
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Libby is a straight-A student, very artistically inclined, always working on some craft or home decorating project, has her wedding planned already (we're just waiting on a groom now), has a very tender heart, is very thoughtful, and by that I mean, she THINKS a lot. She thinks about things on a level that most people don't ever reach. She thinks so much, she often has a troubled soul when it comes to injustice, pain, suffering, etc. She likes to be at home and she likes to read. She takes an art class and gets better all the time. She is involved in the church youth group, loves Jesus, and, based on the number of boys that pursue her, very pretty. She got her drivers permit in January.</div>
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Jacob passes his classes. That is about what I can say about his grades. He is smart as can be, but just not yet very interested in academics. His passion is Hockey and Xbox. And, more recently, girls. He plays on the travel hockey team and is just a good sport and awesome team member, in my opinion. He has always stood up for the "under dog" and been a good friend to people who others shy away from. He is a mama's boy and still likes to put his head in my lap in church, but let me tell you- he generally won't pick a fight, but if someone else picks one, he won't back down from it. He is my baby and having two big sisters, has generally been spoiled too much.<br />
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Happy Belated Birthday to my second and third children. I am now done with birthday posts for my kids until January of 2014. Praise God my mother is now appeased.<br />
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It's this girl's 17th birthday today! :-) She has grown into such a beautiful young woman. She is a straight A student, has a part-time job as a hostess at a restaurant, plays soccer, is involved in her church youth group, various clubs at school, National Honor Society, plays the piano and guitar, lives life to the fullest, has a great sense of humor, is a little uppity and spoiled at times, is in the process of visiting colleges and I sit here and wonder where on earth has the time gone and how can I have a 17 year old child? I love you Sarah!<br />
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<br />Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04568563273594321214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696770389600485909.post-40615562352345752012013-04-28T12:35:00.001-05:002013-04-28T12:35:20.132-05:00How My Garden GrowsI planted my little garden about a week ago. Only green beans, sugar snap peas, cucumbers and green peppers in the raised bed this year.<br />
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And with some sunshine and plenty of water this past week... perhaps the most exciting part of gardening.... the seedlings have started to appear!</div>
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I also have a tomato plant and some sweet potatoes in containers. The tomatoes should be fine, but this is my first attempt at sweet potatoes. I read somewhere that potatoes are good things to plant in containers because you can just dump them out when you are ready to harvest. Thing is... I have no idea when I will know it's time to "harvest" since they grow underground. I will need to look that up.<br />
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When I did my couponing yesterday and I said that I irritated the ladies behind me with all my coupons... they actually made a rude comment that they thought I couldn't hear. One said, "Well, <em>sure</em>, if I had the time I might cut out all those coupons......" As if I must just have all sorts of time on my hands because I have nothing else to do.<br />
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It took a lot of self-control for me to not turn around and say, "I'm a single mama with limited resources and three kiddos in all sorts of activities and I work more than full-time and up until three months ago, I was also going to school part-time. If anyone can talk about not having time, it would be me....." I spent two hours clipping coupons and making my plans yesterday. In return, I saved $150 on my grocery bill. <br />
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So I was reading a book yesterday about raised-bed gardening and the author made the point that if everyone with even a small yard would plant a small vegetable garden and grow some of their own veggies, that would leave that much more food to go to the hungry. I'm not sure the logic plays out, because who is going to pay the farmers? But, he also said that growing some vegetables for your family is a lot cheaper and better for you than buying them at the store. And it really doesn't take a lot of time to do it, if you keep it small. And I agree with him on that.<br />
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Also, there is just something strangely psychologically rewarding about it. Just seeing my little seedlings the last couple days makes my heart happy. :-)<br />
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So, that is probably more than you wanted to know about my garden. But... I'm excited about it.<br />
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Recently my friend Misty got me re-interested in them AND watching sales at stores, etc. Neither of us really knows all the ins and outs... but she joined a little coupon club she knew of and each week, she gives me several of the coupon inserts from the paper. She also told me about a website called Southern Savers where you (if you live in the Southeast) can match up your coupons to the sale items at your favorite stores. Also, now in this age of technology, you can load coupons electronically at some stores, like Kroger and Publix.<br />
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Here's my bed covered in my coupons as I attempt to organize and clip them. Rufus is a big help.<br />
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Here's my little coupon box that fills up quickly these days due to the sheer number of coupons I am stuffing in.</div>
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And today I achieved my biggest couponing feat of my life time (to date)! 41 FREE toothbrushes! :-) Generally, I don't have 41 of ANY one coupon.... that was something that happened because we got some newspapers at the store I work at for wrapping breakables and most of them were old papers, but 36 of them contained a coupon insert that had not expired, yet!!! The toothbrushes were on sale for $1.00 and my coupon was for 50 cents off... which gets doubled at Kroger! :-) Go me!!!! (And Misty.... because I am sharing them with her!)</div>
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Here's my life over the past few months in pictures.... Lots of crocheting (made a scarf!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6A5VyyYJHCRdW6mXHllCs0nA58UCJ-sn0R4Xku4oTwfc38Nx6m0STFmioPYt3w64GfRSBtUd6J5sGIIQM9BYLkNeMHeg50PBMkGMEqekVeP1K3TfnET26DTsCHsgy1YPQdHXYzfia-gw/s1600/20121225_204642+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6A5VyyYJHCRdW6mXHllCs0nA58UCJ-sn0R4Xku4oTwfc38Nx6m0STFmioPYt3w64GfRSBtUd6J5sGIIQM9BYLkNeMHeg50PBMkGMEqekVeP1K3TfnET26DTsCHsgy1YPQdHXYzfia-gw/s320/20121225_204642+(1).jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
Libby turned 15 amid very little fanfare (but she did get her learner's permit):<br />
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Jacob on Libby's birthday.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_n_5RyPGkzBVGXjKSmOTNLtufX5Supl_6emEIP_KgrEGYLfe1y5LkrI6We7hh8bNmO2zoH75r0ec7RwzNjUWUDprcVCBMrrUi7Z7TnysHgFp070Y_wMDGArxw-deS3Po0goVMfUybVc/s1600/20130113_125456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_n_5RyPGkzBVGXjKSmOTNLtufX5Supl_6emEIP_KgrEGYLfe1y5LkrI6We7hh8bNmO2zoH75r0ec7RwzNjUWUDprcVCBMrrUi7Z7TnysHgFp070Y_wMDGArxw-deS3Po0goVMfUybVc/s320/20130113_125456.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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Sarah on Libby's birthday.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxAckiodP0SuVWhTRs8EKOXrMKhMYPr7fXG6RByNhfQnspTLRO7KjfakjB1eBUGUGLFpseVPsgAZZxBzTvtF4qnFiorH1pz0PokjOVBpJTGSR62YXs0WbFZO_PzE52D-fwBuW-wlsVdU/s1600/20130113_125451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxAckiodP0SuVWhTRs8EKOXrMKhMYPr7fXG6RByNhfQnspTLRO7KjfakjB1eBUGUGLFpseVPsgAZZxBzTvtF4qnFiorH1pz0PokjOVBpJTGSR62YXs0WbFZO_PzE52D-fwBuW-wlsVdU/s320/20130113_125451.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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Kaitlyn is out of the hospital.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQtJ6_yNOwOvbKENHVKw-oESzBAhj0_hWCsj6aMNuLRJYtvwYQYkfIG2XS-n0V2icYqzZqnnGWxxgxd2OUA7gSqafKDSiohjd8LPHfBqYkr9GNPfMBiClXCvllL30UxaWWL3_wJPTttE/s1600/20130216_184726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQtJ6_yNOwOvbKENHVKw-oESzBAhj0_hWCsj6aMNuLRJYtvwYQYkfIG2XS-n0V2icYqzZqnnGWxxgxd2OUA7gSqafKDSiohjd8LPHfBqYkr9GNPfMBiClXCvllL30UxaWWL3_wJPTttE/s320/20130216_184726.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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I've lost 7 pounds since giving up Dr. Pepper (although I doubt it is very noticeable to anyone but me). My new drink of choice is iced green tea... I also save money because I make it at home and carry it with me.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mFWWxtpieJckAYqVlnAnUEMoVRjDl0Ik8YqIG4AFLOtqjlWYgqNPrRgqlCobCSQTr9lRRthRmc8piT_p9kcQvKEHS7khFfXhPUGTNXQ1tU5xQEDmwDj3U57kOChSSYFblB5KdP3u7z0/s1600/20130217_124754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mFWWxtpieJckAYqVlnAnUEMoVRjDl0Ik8YqIG4AFLOtqjlWYgqNPrRgqlCobCSQTr9lRRthRmc8piT_p9kcQvKEHS7khFfXhPUGTNXQ1tU5xQEDmwDj3U57kOChSSYFblB5KdP3u7z0/s320/20130217_124754.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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We had the excitement of chasing down the neighbor's three dogs who had escaped and appeared to be on a mission to get as far from home as fast as possible. It was raining and they were muddy, but we put them in our car. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtA2FYUV7Jk1mmRiNd8ZNLoXozLczKr7-quEh8Hn93r6U-zejOv-LYzXLAzIoWJnATlOBVajKbzx7Z94PvuB3QrOC_jPTPOFIKdihGtdGlC5auboUXnb-vXDf-_5HOhy5LXgXNK4By58/s1600/20130226_154642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtA2FYUV7Jk1mmRiNd8ZNLoXozLczKr7-quEh8Hn93r6U-zejOv-LYzXLAzIoWJnATlOBVajKbzx7Z94PvuB3QrOC_jPTPOFIKdihGtdGlC5auboUXnb-vXDf-_5HOhy5LXgXNK4By58/s320/20130226_154642.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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This little one was just following the lead of the big ones.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUSCAbsixNQDWQOVNAXUYr3AGKOHxdMNuK0Bg-YP8l88OiMDavHtCLBCf83JiaW8jkrVatu0tlSYFAg6wIejcWITq6Gt6VifgM-sPy77NZho5d6Fe1eJYzUWkTv6f8a1-HpVJGu8M8j6Y/s1600/20130226_154931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUSCAbsixNQDWQOVNAXUYr3AGKOHxdMNuK0Bg-YP8l88OiMDavHtCLBCf83JiaW8jkrVatu0tlSYFAg6wIejcWITq6Gt6VifgM-sPy77NZho5d6Fe1eJYzUWkTv6f8a1-HpVJGu8M8j6Y/s320/20130226_154931.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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Sarah did a number on my car. :-(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNaspLw_lg38YHBSFSiuyMHvHSiJZN3CJhnM5Y3T-51mTYLXruMXceHSIze8lISaqVIhFzW8lUjUshKX9fua-Ld3uE_o7Jyv6FiOXYBBf1C1F1woT1zPycpThmIPTSnmNJmvsvP1Ksyvo/s1600/20130221_075042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNaspLw_lg38YHBSFSiuyMHvHSiJZN3CJhnM5Y3T-51mTYLXruMXceHSIze8lISaqVIhFzW8lUjUshKX9fua-Ld3uE_o7Jyv6FiOXYBBf1C1F1woT1zPycpThmIPTSnmNJmvsvP1Ksyvo/s320/20130221_075042.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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And that about sums up things from here. <br />
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Libby's hand as she drew it when she started art three years ago:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-R_Nr402mlkI_2ysUcqbt6ReCpE2zHoCV_QO2wIyJX536197pfmJt03WR34Per9UKLxzjbwNqUUx93KrByM4a8sMykbuZO3MYxTPqCDDQnXPz5tmp1a9SZ1FjCVr9Vgbrq3qtp6G2xg4/s1600/20130227_155759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-R_Nr402mlkI_2ysUcqbt6ReCpE2zHoCV_QO2wIyJX536197pfmJt03WR34Per9UKLxzjbwNqUUx93KrByM4a8sMykbuZO3MYxTPqCDDQnXPz5tmp1a9SZ1FjCVr9Vgbrq3qtp6G2xg4/s320/20130227_155759.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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Libby's hand that she drew recently:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrF2drApdCmxrNBqA4ARHBve0_uLMBshL8zi43nKSbje7eQq9MFAw-0yyKiDq7i_UV_IN2YpxJEIqSuokTG_DD4a04lT88TClmglYtNIEH-WYfn4_i6OhEYbmcOSk428Gl2JGmqmAqkoI/s1600/20130227_155740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrF2drApdCmxrNBqA4ARHBve0_uLMBshL8zi43nKSbje7eQq9MFAw-0yyKiDq7i_UV_IN2YpxJEIqSuokTG_DD4a04lT88TClmglYtNIEH-WYfn4_i6OhEYbmcOSk428Gl2JGmqmAqkoI/s320/20130227_155740.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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Since I was privvy to the plan, I watched Bailey intently. Sure enough, Bailey got the puck and started out down the boards to carry the puck around the net. He tried, but was soon challenged by our team and the plan was derailed momentarily. But just as soon as he got the puck back again, he went straight back to the boards and proceeded to try and carry the puck around the net. I watched with interest as Bailey continued to try and implement the coach's plan, while our players did their best to get the puck away from him. At least four times in those two minutes, someone passed to Bailey and Bailey got the puck and went wide, straight up the boards. Finally he got around the net and passed the puck, but no luck on a goal. <br />
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People who play (and care about) sports probably wouldn't be as intrigued by this scene as I was, but I found it kind-of beautiful. It kind-of reminded me of my relationship with God. Though I don't feel much like writing out the reasons why. It's probably self-explanatory right?<br />
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- one of three children belonging to my parents<br />
- one of six grandchildren belonging to my mom's parents<br />
- one of like 22 grandchildren belong to my dad's parents<br />
- one of four members of the family living in my house today (five if you count Rufus)<br />
- one of a certain number of people employed by my employer<br />
- one of 12 students in a class<br />
- one of 144,000 saved people in God's kingdom (144,000 is figurative, of course)<br />
- one of four people invited to dinner<br />
- one of X number of members of a church (oh, how I wish)<br />
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Well, I could go on forever and ever. But you can see how some groups are of a more permanent nature and some are more temporary, but isn't it kind-of cool?<br />
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Why am I writing about this? I have no idea. This is the kind of thing I would say in real life and people would stare at me and say, "Nice". But, that's the beauty of the internet... I can't see your faces. :-P<br />
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He and his wife are those kind of people who make you feel really good every time you see them- a hug, a kiss on the temple, a huge smile..... It's apparent they have a genuine love and concern for people. <br />
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I overheard someone say yesterday that once a week, Mr. Pastor drives a church van down to the same location where we serve the homeless and picks up anyone that wishes to go to Celebrate Recovery. After a meal, they have the CR meeting, and then he drives them back and drops them off.<br />
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I have to tell you that if I decided to go to a CR meeting at this particular church location, I would be expecting a certain kind of people working on their "recovery". (CR is for all kinds of recovery, not just drug and alcohol addiction). They would be people that look alot like me... having bathed in the last 24 hours, mostly my ethnicity, with a job, etc. This is not an inner city church, after all. Quite the opposite. I wouldn't be expecting such "raw-ness". I wouldn't be expecting people fresh from the streets and probably high and/or drunk right at that very moment.<br />
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I have no problem with the existence of a nice church in the midst of a wealthy community. Rich people need church, too. :-) But, the church simply HAS to get outside of itself. The poor and oppressed and needy, who the church LIVES to serve, are seldom going to look or behave like we wish they would. And it's one (good) thing to go and meet the needy on their turf and serve them, but it's quite another to go and get the needy and welcome them to YOUR turf once a week with a hot meal and a lesson about Jesus. So much so, that when I heard about Mr. Pastor driving down to pick up the homeless for CR, my eyes welled up with tears and I had to go and tell he and Mrs. Pastor how great I thought that was. You know people like them are always baffled when they get praise for being the hands and feet of Jesus. They don't even realize it's a big deal. But it is. When I grow up, I want to be like Mr. and Mrs. Pastor.<br />
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It reminds me of part of a Sara Groves song, "Kingdom Comes", which I hadn't heard in forever....<br />
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<em><span style="color: #0b5394;">When fear engulfs your mind<br />Says you protect your own<br />You still extend your hand<br />You open up your home</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #0b5394;">That's a little stone that's a little mortar<br />That's a little seed that's a little water<br />In the hearts of the sons and the daughters<br />The kingdom's coming</span></em><br />
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I needed a hobby. Something I could do easily while sitting in my recliner watching TV. Something to help me relax. That's when it hit me.... I should crochet an afghan this winter!</div>
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And here is my first completed dishcloth. Go me!!!</div>
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Unfortunately, it was while I was at breakfast that I got the call from Sarah about her friend Kaitlyn being in a horrific car accident the night before... so I gave my bill and money to M, asked him to pray, and left in tears... anxious to get to Sarah and to Kaitlyn. Spiritual highs are often fragile things.<br />
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Kaitlyn's head injuries are severe and she is still in a coma two weeks later, but is responsive to commands and is holding her own despite initial reports that she would not survive. I pray every day for this girl who is like a child of my own. During our last visit to the hospital in Nashville to see her, I could not go in to visit due to bronchitis, but the girls who visited her came out all smiles. Which made me happy.</div>
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Many are praying. Her friends have raised a tremendous amount of money to help the family with expenses. One teenage boy at Sarah's church gave $50 out of his own pocket. I see God at work in this situation. In his kingdom. Using his people to reach out to this family. And to heal Kaitlyn.<br />
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But it has been so hard. A visit from my parents was so nice, but then they had to leave and I got bronchitis (again) and, well... life is getting me down. I'm just going to be honest. It's a rough time.<br />
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It wasn't such a spiritual high this time, more just like a kick in the pants to get over my self-pity. Thank you God for all the blessings you have given me. Please be with Kaitlyn and bring about a miraculous healing in her life! Thank you for letting me work in your Kingdom and keeping me safe there. It is a pleasure to serve you.<br />
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If I had that moment back, I would kiss her forehead, tell her I love her and THEN tell her to get the crap out of my bed. :-)<br />
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The time before that when I saw her, I was eating at the restaurant where she is a hostess and she came over to me and said, "Mom, can you give me $5 to buy a new tie for my uniform?" I grumbled and handed her a twenty and told her to bring me my change.<br />
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Kaitlyn lives life to the fullest. She is funny and smart and caring and rowdy and annoying and beautiful!<br />
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She is like a member of our family. Over Spring Break, she went to the beach with us.<br />
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Twice now I have taken her with me when I went to Michigan without my own kids and dropped her off at her grandparents house, because they live in Michigan. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaitlyn and Rufus on the way to Michigan</td></tr>
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We spent the hours together laughing hysterically. She made signs to hang in the window. We took videos of us acting silly. The most recent time over this past summer, we sang Taylor Swift's "Last Kiss" over and over and over. Now when I hear that song, I think only of Kaitlyn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaitlyn letting the world know Hell Is Real</td></tr>
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She is Sarah's "Forever Friend". <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaitlyn and Sarah.... Forever Friends</td></tr>
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And Jacob's first "girlfriend".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaitlyn and Jacob at church a couple years ago</td></tr>
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And Libby's second older sister.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Libby and Kaitlyn</td></tr>
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We love you Kaitlyn!!!! Get well soon and come make us laugh again!!!!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/283917F27323709EA8B7D30F01854C6E.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04568563273594321214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696770389600485909.post-65577054824740432612012-10-19T08:35:00.003-05:002012-10-19T08:35:54.057-05:00Seeking the KingdomSo, since my last post, I have been seeking God's kingdom and righteousness. Being a straight-forward kind of girl, I thought about how one typically goes about "seeking" something and one thing I think I would do is just to ask someone where it is. One night in (boring) Legal Research class, I was thinking about it and just decided to ask. I even wrote the question in the margin of my notebook. (I'm a doodler).<br />
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One thing I know about God is that if you ask him an honest question about his kingdom, He will answer. He will never leave you to wonder. And you won't have to wait long.<br />
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Recently, my friend M, who...<br />
- was once homeless himself<br />- is now in the recovery program for which I work<br />
- who now has a passion for the homeless in our city<br />
- and who works for the man next door to my store<br />
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.... asked if we could start setting aside the winter coat at my thrift store that we are going to salvage, so he can take them to the homeless. I agreed (and the boss agreed) and my only stipulation to him was that he collect them regularly because I don't have alot of storage space.<br />
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Late in the day yesterday, he came into the clothing room and asked me what I was doing after work. "Nothing. Going home. Watching TV", I replied.<br />
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"Do you want to drive me to tent city [homeless "community" under a bridge] after work so I can distribute some of those coats and then you can take me home?"<br />
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What?! Don't we need to sign up through an agency with the city to do that kind of thing? Clear it with the elders? Plan it at least a month in advance and get a big group together? Sell candy bars to pay for the trip? Pray about it? Order matching T-shirts? Something???<br />
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We can't just show up under a bridge and hand out coats. We'll get shot. Mugged. Raped. Eaten.<br />
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"Tonight?! Right now? Just like that?" I asked.<br />
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"Yeah, it won't take long. I know who needs what."<br />
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"Okay....."<br />
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So after work, we gathered the coats, and my friend L came along with us once she heard where we were going and I drove us to tent city. I didn't even know where "tent city" is. Turns out, it is under an expressway that I have driven over 1,000's of times (often on my way to church) and I had no idea it was down there. There were perhaps 20 tents at the most. Little "households" set up. And M used to live there. <br />
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L prayed in the back seat for God to protect us. I felt surprisingly at peace. I think it's because M used to live there so I know he wouldn't take me some place too unsafe.<br />
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And we got out of the car and M said to the huddled people, "Hey, we've got some coats" and they came and took coats and were grateful and chatted and hugged us and we left. Changed.<br />
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I ask and ask and ask God what he wants me to do about "church". Which one to go to? Where do I fit in? And I haven't heard any clear answers- I admit I am quite frustrated by the whole thing. I am perplexed, because one thing I know about God is that if you ask a question about his kingdom, He will answer and never leave you to wonder. So why do I wonder which church to go to?"<br />
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And last night I realized that "church" is not the kingdom. It is something all people in the kingdom should do. And I believe I will find the right one eventually, but I believe more strongly that God has me where He wants me right now... "churchless".... so He can teach me about the Kingdom. The kingdom that lives in the hearts of his people... the ones who know the homeless, even though they are all strung out on drugs and drunk on alcohol.... need basic necessities. They are cold and hungry. And that means tonight. That means, put the coats in the car and let's go now.<br />
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It is in the heart of the nephew of my best childhood friend who received a death sentence from cancer at 13 years old and knew that only left him a few years to preach about Jesus and share the Good News... and so he did. And as he lays dying, thousands of people are hearing his story on Facebook and being encouraged.<br />
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It is in the hearts of the ones who welcome foster children into their home.<br />
It is in the hearts of the ones who smile at the sad-faced, grumpy cashier at Walmart.<br />
It is in the hearts of the ones who are on the college campuses sharing the good news that changed their life.<br />
It is in the hearts of the ones who work in recovery programs where the rewards are few and the work is hard.<br />
It is in the heart of the hockey coach, who, a couple years ago, prayed with my son who was crying in the penalty box.<br />
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It is in the small things, usually. In the "Here's a coat and a hug".<br />
It is a perspective.<br />
It is action.<br />
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It is time for me to go to work.<br />
Ha ha.<br />
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Sorry this is so long, but when you get a taste of the Kingdom, you want to tell about it.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/283917F27323709EA8B7D30F01854C6E.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04568563273594321214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696770389600485909.post-7938412288731951352012-10-17T01:28:00.002-05:002012-10-17T01:28:29.141-05:00Seek Ye First<span style="color: #b45f06;">Most recent conversation between me and my very patient therapist who has put up with me for over three years and knows more about me than anyone should:</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Me:</span> "I am so overwhelmed by life right now. I have no peace. I want to lose weight. I need to handle my money better. I can't even afford to pay for this visit today. My job is stressing me out. I don't have a church family anymore. I don't have any friends. I don't have time for any friends even if I had them. My house is a mess. My physical family is 600 miles away. I am struggling spiritually. My bff in Kentucky is sad. My bff in Huntsville is sad. I am tired of being alone. I hate having to pay bills. I hate making decisions by myself all the time. I am lonely. Did I mention I am fat? How did I get fat? Why can't I lose weight? I can't stick to anything. I don't know what to do with my life. I don't want a career, but I am forced to make one. I don't know what career to pursue. I need to spend more time in meaningful conversation with my kids. I spend my days running all over the place. I have college classes, homework, many things at my job to think about, many things at my job I am not good at and I question whether I should even spend the time to be. I am tired all the time. I am not exercising. I'm too tired to exercise. So-and-so made me mad. Then this other so-and-so made me mad. And I am SOOOOOOO tired of dealing with <em>so-and-so</em>, you have no idea. I keep making bad relationship choices. I am not close to God right now. I don't even have time for God. I miss my mom. I miss my dad. I miss my sister and brother and aunts and uncles and cousins and nieces and nephews and my best friend from college. I hate eating out so much, but I am too tired to cook..... blah blah blah. Yada yada yada". <br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">My patient therapist, nodding sympathetically</span>: "Well, where do you think you could start to get this stuff under control?"<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Me</span>: "START????? Are you crazy?! There is no place to start. Everything is a mess. I am completely overwhelmed... I wouldn't even know where to start!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just want to go to bed and pull the covers over my head. This is what I am trying to tell you... I have no idea where to start!"<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">My patient therapist, gaze fixed on me</span>: "I'd start with Matthew 6:33".<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Me</span>: [crickets chirping]<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">My patient therapist</span>: "Seek ye FIRST the kingdom of God...."<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Sometimes we just need a reminder and I'm thankful I got one.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/341/283917F27323709EA8B7D30F01854C6E.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a>Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04568563273594321214noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696770389600485909.post-46042916901527442252012-10-05T12:27:00.000-05:002012-10-05T12:27:02.478-05:00Quick Update<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Travel Hockey is in full swing and Jacob spends alot of time in the car going to and from the ice rink and to games and tournaments. He amuses himself by taking his own picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Libby and her friend, Brianna, ready to go to homecoming.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Libbinardo Newvinci is back in art class and I feel she has real talent.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a><br />Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04568563273594321214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696770389600485909.post-21772904956849366912012-09-12T17:04:00.001-05:002012-09-12T17:04:38.613-05:00The Law<br />
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I was sitting in my class on Monday night... "Research and Writing for Paralegals" and I was listening to my (sortof boring) teacher talk about the law... and I was thinking, "You know, regardless of how boring they try to make it, I love the law". If Huntsville had a law school, I would enroll. As it is, there is no way I can commute an hour and a half to the closest one, let alone fit the enormous amount of studying into my schedule, even though I have toyed with the idea. Maybe I will go when my kids grow up.<br />
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Until then, I keep studying to be a Legal Assistant and I am coming to love the law. And here are the reasons I think that is:<br />
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1) I love what law is. Law is "enforceable rules that govern individual and group conduct in a society".<br />
2) Without law, we have anarchy. I hate anarchy.<br />
3) Though not perfect, U.S. law mostly makes sense and is mostly good. I like things that make sense.<br />
4) It needs people who can analyze it and apply it to issues. I like to analyze and apply.<br />
5) It needs people who can write about it. I like to write.<br />
6) The law has its own vocabulary and uses lots of Latin words. I like being privvy to an exclusive vocabulary.<br />
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Some day I will be a great Legal Assistant, unless I decide to remain a Thrift Store Manager. There are reasons I like thrift stores, too. Maybe I will tell them to you next time.<br />
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If you have known me long, you have seen this piece of furniture before. :-) Originally purchased at a thrift store and repainted for my bathroom.... when we moved into the new house, I gave it a fresh coat of white paint and replaced the fabric on the back to match Libby's new room. <br />
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Early one morning I was on my way to get my nails done before work and I needed gas. The closest gas station to my house is a Texaco station that also doubles as a Dairy Queen and the gas is always the most expensive in town. I never get gas there. Not ever. But I was tempted this particular morning because I wasn't sure if there was another one between my house and Tammy's and I needed gas THAT bad. Just a couple gallons, I reasoned. Then I remembered it... yes, there was another gas station- about a mile or so up the road as you go further out into the "country". An old mom-and-pop type gas station I had never been to. I wasn't even sure if you could use a credit card at the pump. But, I figured I would give it a try. Which turned out to be a good decision that morning. For one, the gas was 14 cents cheaper per gallon- and yes, they took cards at the pump. It was busy that morning with people on their way to work, but there was a spot for me, so I filled up. And then I took this silly little picture on my phone because the morning sunlight at the country gas station was very soothing and I weird things give me warm fuzzies.</div>
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Other than that, I have been sick and cranky and spending alot of time sleeping. :-) Which, if you know me, I like to sleep a good bit, too!</div>
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Jacob on the first day of sixth grade.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkrbvWyvs7gc1c1LnBF-gtSwCpcOPoAQWozDP4pMILP7z0V2L7vZmg3YPTuzdYMhr_DoUjZeBM0g1GHb15Hpsv2K7g6z0LX3PfywGxoJll342iuxILxSdSyE-NbqdEBfWH-WsaJxeuOg/s1600/IMG_20120820_063901+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkrbvWyvs7gc1c1LnBF-gtSwCpcOPoAQWozDP4pMILP7z0V2L7vZmg3YPTuzdYMhr_DoUjZeBM0g1GHb15Hpsv2K7g6z0LX3PfywGxoJll342iuxILxSdSyE-NbqdEBfWH-WsaJxeuOg/s320/IMG_20120820_063901+(1).jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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And, last but not least, it was also MY first day of school. I have one class this semester... Research and Writing. And since no one took a picture of me :-) here is a picture of my stylish book bag that my BFF Misty gave me for my birthday. LOVE this bag! <br />
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So, my kids are getting older and it's bittersweet. But, a funny thing happened that put things into perspective for me. On the second day of school, Libby forgot her math book at home and texted me asking me to bring it to her. Since I was half way to work, I was less than excited about this. Being the second day of school, though, I growled and took pity and turned around. I stuck a sticky note on the front cover with her name and took the book to the office of the school. The sweet receptionist with a "kindergarten teacher" voice told me to hand it to an office assistant and she said to him, "Take this book from her, please. It already has the<em> baby's</em> name on it". That made me smile all day. The receptionist must be a mother because she knows that my high school student is still my baby. They will all three always be my babies. That is something that will never change.<br />
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Libby loves Pinterest. And she is always finding neat ideas there. A while back, she made these flower ball thingies to hang from the ceiling of her room. She took styrofoam balls and stuck silk flowers in them. Then tacked a ribbon to them and hung them from the ceiling. They are very cute.<img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeWuH95fiC_iedV9QCqwhRXviFescSl7g-ClamEhzBxMRKQGBgXmJb3YVc82vQ1w2dPT08pkVvtEJBkuF02n-XcI_ciPeZgv35tuhEHPb-eAI87bO2UYpwlyIwnOcsYWUlx1uP0e7UpuI/s320/IMG_20120815_203725.jpg" width="240" /> </div>
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She's always thinking of some neat little idea to make her room and our house super cute!</div>
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<strong>In the kitchen</strong>...Libby baked a carrot cake. And I made Hamburger Helper for dinner. And the dishwasher is running. All is at peace.<br />
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<strong>I am thinking</strong>...about my job. And the people I get to meet. And the disappointment I feel when they leave.<br />
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<strong>I am grateful</strong>...for my home (because someone I know was happy to move from the Rescue Mission into a hotel room this week) and for freedom (because someone I know is looking at jail time) and for a job (because I have met many this week who don't have one).<br />
<strong>I am praying</strong>... and praying and praying and praying.....<br />
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<strong>I am wondering</strong>...if my mom and sister are having fun together without me. :-P<br />
<br /><strong>I am studying</strong>...<em> </em>nothing! I am now on a two-week break before Fall semester starts and then I will be doing nothing but studying. :-) Civil Law, Wills & Estates and Legal Writing. Exciting.<br />
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<strong>I am resolving</strong>...nothing! I am not resolving to do anything because I am sick of resolving and failing.<br />
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<strong>I am wearing</strong>...a "Navy Mom" t-shirt I got at my store and a pair of Minnie Mouse pajama pants. <br />
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<strong>Around the house</strong>...laundry is needing doing.<br />
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<strong>I am reading</strong>...<em>a Chicken Soup </em>book with real-life stories of God answering prayers in amazing ways!<br />
<br /><strong>I am going</strong>...crazy. Want to come?<br />
<strong>I am looking forward to</strong>...Christmas Break! :-)<br />
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<br /><strong>A picture (Libby got the idea from Pinterest for my birthday last month)....</strong>Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04568563273594321214noreply@blogger.com0