tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12218819337124549092024-03-13T20:04:23.156-07:00Miss FitDisturbingly different and failing to fit in.Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-2594212442638693332010-05-20T23:53:00.000-07:002010-05-20T23:53:14.588-07:00Death: Goodbye Dad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85dJLoUsfiplT7iyHo7ib0QEWqxkpNEe2jqoUas9dlhvPTVNPaiYhsCUMQtH_X4GejA-pBvYkqEUkRshnpRrDwtjsmdw6dEW5ygC_eyf2mXwMYOQV4AY8ny4tbhzui7xwrRy7aCwd3Cw/s1600/dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85dJLoUsfiplT7iyHo7ib0QEWqxkpNEe2jqoUas9dlhvPTVNPaiYhsCUMQtH_X4GejA-pBvYkqEUkRshnpRrDwtjsmdw6dEW5ygC_eyf2mXwMYOQV4AY8ny4tbhzui7xwrRy7aCwd3Cw/s320/dad.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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My Father passed away last night. Mom found him in his chair and unresponsive. I'm not sure what happened but I think his body was just done. He recently had a liver transplant and was on all kinds of drugs. He was having some issues with his blood pressure and was always in pain.<br />
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I'm in shock and my head hurts from crying. This seems so surreal. I'm thankful my brother and I live close and can be here for my mom. I'm thankful I could see him and say good bye. I'm thankful he's no longer in pain. It was super hard to tell our kids. The youngest, who is 5, doesn't really understand. The oldest 2 are heart broken. We will miss him but know he is in a better place. We love you dad and see you in Heaven.<br />
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I won't be on here for awhile due to funeral arrangements and family coming in. So, maybe in a week, I will come around to finish my story. <br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/134/4D86A25AB467351AC9E2FA06A2C40A4C.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0px none;" /></a>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-148291471863755872010-05-20T02:53:00.000-07:002010-05-20T23:54:22.555-07:00Big Island of Hawaii, I Thank You. My Story - Part 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_BIwLTl3u_nBICR09JfwAikZaKBXNoMYnf0lQlCjkI78i8DWyHMYNp7_vBli07uARYdZc4PxH06gwwY410njCSqK2bpCGjbNMjecj2wZUTO18_jlLYI1_P1Jh2YDKM1NLjIvPPen758/s1600/100_1672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_BIwLTl3u_nBICR09JfwAikZaKBXNoMYnf0lQlCjkI78i8DWyHMYNp7_vBli07uARYdZc4PxH06gwwY410njCSqK2bpCGjbNMjecj2wZUTO18_jlLYI1_P1Jh2YDKM1NLjIvPPen758/s320/100_1672.jpg" /></a></div> <i>This was our first home. All 1050 sf. of it. Ours. Where my oldest 2 lost their first teeth. All the kids caught frogs and lizards. Not to mention lice and pin worms. Middle kiddo learned to ride a bike. On a dirt road. The dryer ate our towels and died. Therefore causing us to make use of air drying. </i><br />
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<i>Ah, the memories.</i> <br />
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I've been to Maui, Oahu and Kauai. None of them compare to the Big Island. The moment we are picked up by my parents and drive, all my visions of "Paradise" are so not what I am experiencing. Yes, there are the palm trees, warm tropical wind and dark skinned natives. What there is not is, well, Hawaii. The Hawaii that I had experienced was not dry, lava laden, or desert like.<br />
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All I can think, when we get to the house my parents rented, was my kids are going to be torn up and get staph infection from all the lava rock laying around! It could happen. Hubs signed up for the Carpenters union and I applied to take the test to get licensed in HI for Massage. Such was our plan. Build. Massage. Make money. Make a new life.<br />
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We stayed on the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">Kona</span> side of the island in a area know as Ocean View. Our Pastor connected us with a older couple that he knew and we went to church with them a few times. Then, the arrangement my dad had with his brother, that lived there changed. The deal was that Dad and his bro were going to build a house and sell it. Well that happened and my uncle moved with his girl friend off island, for family related issues. I'm still not sure if he got any thing from the sale.<br />
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New plan. Move to the other side of the island. Where property cost is lower. After a month or two of living in Ocean View, we moved to <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">Keau'u</span> and we stayed with the parents for a while, paid rent, Hubs got a job offer and decided dad was better suited for the job. Dad became project manager and Hubs hired on as a carpenter. Some where in the midst the parents bought a house and we occupied 2 of the 3 rooms. Yup. Cozy.<br />
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I was miserable. Me and the dad would clash at times. He has control issues. I had confrontation issues. I cried in bed at night. I hated being dependent yet again on my parents for my future. I've always been pretty independent and having put myself in this situation was killing me. I think my cries included, "I don't even want to be here!!! Why did we think this was a good idea!? and We need to rent a house!"<br />
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I did become apart of a home school co-op, after deciding I didn't want my kids to experience any racial prejudice within the public school system there. I made some friends and the kids loved making new friends too. I even taught a music appreciation class for K-3rd graders. Fun. Then we meet one of my friends hubby, who was a mortgage broker. He taught me how to paint. Anyway, Dad and Broker get hubs and I hooked on the idea of buying a house.<br />
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Things were going pretty good. Hubs got paid well. I passed the exam, got my license, found a job and we found a wonderful church. We dreamed big. We could find a place to fix up and flip. This was our mission. We didn't walk into this decision blind. We had taken classes on home buying, understood some lingo and deep down knew we shouldn't be buying a home. We even talked to the minister over finance at our new awesome church and he advised that, in his exact words, "You should wait a year and the market will come down. Then it will be a buyers market and you'll have the ball in your court."<br />
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Sure. Sounds good. We didn't listen. Yikes. Big mistake. We got into a house at twice its value, with twice the amount of interest, which means twice the amount of a payment. Uh oh. In x amount of years if we didn't refinance by then the payments would continue to increase. Man. We are toast.<br />
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Yes, it was a fixer upper and if we could get a construction loan we could finish the first level but the kicker is we didn't want the type of loan we got. The hubs was not aware of either the doctoring of the wages until the day we went to go sign. How you say? Not sure on that but I think he just wanted to make me happy and truly believed we could pull this off. Buying, after all is always a good investment. Right?<br />
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BTW, in the interim we joined a small group that met in our neighbor hood and miracle number one happened. God sent my hubs an accountability partner. Not only was he experienced in SA counseling/group therapy but also, believed the hubs to be sent by God to him as a person who could speak truth into his life as well. What an incredible blessing! This eased one of my many fears. That he would become an island and have no accountability. We became fast friends with this couple and shared our burdens with one another. I miss them. They have moved back to the pacific northwest, however and we hope to reconnect with them, soon.<br />
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Also, I need to back up. While we lived in AK, my mentor delivered a box full of resources. Books. Books on healing, restoration, deliverance, and hope. We attacked this deal together. Prayed fiercely. Claimed our marriage, our children and our children's children for God's kingdom. I never want to see my offspring ever experience this kind of heart ache, ever. I believe this to be key, on top of the support we already had, to our relationship finding health again. I love her. Dearly. She is a gift and prayer warrior.<br />
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Our time on the island, did in fact become a very treasured time. Two years of solace. I did share our story and hubs did as well. We did so carefully and a few honored us with their friendships. It was easy, as it could be, to share when it felt right. We continued counseling in our new church as well. I loved our time at this church. I experienced worship and community on another level. They incorporated the culture in service, dance, music, drama and art. I miss this at times, too.<br />
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I hate to do this but there's going to be a part four. Long posts aren't good. It tends to lose the reader(s)?<br />
Hope to "see" you here, Friday. <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;">Mahalo</span>.<br />
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The church that we were apart of, at the time, was tremendously helpful in our journey to healing. We both went to counseling for the year, paid for by the church. We received 2 months severance, from the church. I went back to work a month later. Great Job by the way! My women's group brought meals, mom's from playgroup would watch our kids while we went to counseling and later, when I would visit hubs in jail.<br />
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We did come to a agreement outside of court and decided not to go to trial. During the weeks that his lawyer met with hubs. Sharing 3rd party with his bro and my ex bro-in-law (EBIL) became my solace. I had to be around him 24/7. It was very nerve racking. He got to work with my EBIL and that saved us financially. He would have bro dates when his bro wasn't working. So grateful.<br />
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I remember thinking I have to be in the same room with him. He can't be out of my sight. If he's peeing I need to be close enough to hear him pee. Freaked me out if he took out the garbage. To this day I don't know how I got through 6 months of this. I think I checked out most of the time. The mind was numb.<br />
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The day came to hear the sentence and face the young woman's family. Convicted of a misdemeanor, he was to serve 3 months in jail. 30 days knocked of for good behavior, he served 2 months. After wards he would be on a semi-probation. Basically, no contact with 'her' but no probation officer or mandatory check ins. Also, the biggest of all, registering. If we stayed in AK, since it was his first offense, he would have to register 15 years.<br />
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I wish he didn't. I know I can't defend him in any way but this just sucks on so many levels. Warning: All sexually related acts are consider sex offenses. So, if you pee and some one sees your junk and reports you. Yup. You'll have to register. If convicted. So, despite that this act was consensual, the law sees hubs as a predator. This is why I hate fear. <br />
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I visited him every week, stress helped me lose weight, prayed A LOT and when release time came we decided we needed a new start. Even though he was attending a SA group, we were in counseling and had tons of support, we decided to go to Hawaii. Where my dad wanted to build houses. On the Big Island. It's a lot like Alaska. Mostly uninhabited and remote.<br />
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I was against it. Hell-a scared. Did some research. No support groups or SA counselors. We would be walking into the unknown. I had a really good job and he was working. We would have been OK. Despite the ever present sting every time we stepped out into the community. So we willingly traded that for No jobs. No friends. No Support. Did I mention NO support? I <strike>gave in</strike> stepped up and said OK. It's Hawaii after all, paradise and I love Hawaii.<br />
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We sold all our stuff and we had some nice stuff. Due to the oil revenue. Dividends paid for our nice furniture. This year they paid for shipping. Our family and the parents shipped trailers over with beds and belongings. Shipped our van. We left AK the night of winters first snow fall. Whew. That was close. I'd never been to the Big Island. Boy was I in for a shock.<br />
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I should have listened to my first gut instinct. This said in hind sight but I don't regret going. Funny. I think I'm going to stop there. This could get long. Saving more for Thursday.<br />
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Just for Tuesday. Something a little more light. New thingy to find friends and be <strike>Stalked</strike> followed. If your here from FMBT I have a separate post for today. Just scroll down or <a href="http://wearemissfits.blogspot.com/2010/05/infidelity-story-i-wish-i-didnt-have.html">go here</a>. If you want to participate link up at <a href="http://boobiesbabiesblog.blogspot.com/"> Boobies, Babies & Blog</a>, <a href="http://boobiesbabiesblog.blogspot.com/">Survey Junkie </a>, <a href="http://littleyayasandblessed.blogspot.com/">Little Yayas</a>, or <a href="http://www.reviewretreat.com/">Review Retreat</a>.<br />
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They've got the down low on how to participate. Happy Follow Me Back Tuesday Everyone!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/134/4D86A25AB467351AC9E2FA06A2C40A4C.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0px none;" /></a>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-5748178322960393462010-05-18T00:00:00.000-07:002010-05-20T23:55:33.654-07:00Infidelity: A story I wish I didn't have<div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="308" mce_src="http://ericmchicago.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" src="http://ericmchicago.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" width="418" /></div><b>This is an old post, from Word press, that I wrote before using Blogger. It is my background story. For those of you who are getting to know me and want to know where I'm coming from. </b><br />
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<b>Here's part One.</b><br />
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I am thinking about writing a brief memoir on the topic of Infidelity and only because I have experienced it myself. Not that I am an expert or have the greatest advice either but more out of therapy. Now the fearful side of me says, "No, stop, don't do it!" It's so personal and close to my heart that I am tempted not to go there but the other side of me says, "What if something you share touches some one?" I won't get into all the nitty gritty details but highlight areas of my past and present journey. I will change names to protect the innocent of course.<br />
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<b>As a disclaimer, <i>if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all</i> or in this case don't comment at all</b>. <b>It has been almost 4 years (5 years now) since the initial disclosure and I don't need anyone telling me what to do or giving advice. Thanks!</b><br />
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February 14th, 2005. Valentines Day. My husband (of 7 years) and I had just celebrated the holiday over the weekend, so no big plans were in the mix this day. We had enjoyed this time together and treated the day like any other day. I dropped him off at work, dropped the kids of at a friends and went to work. On my break I tried to call him but no answer.<br />
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After several tries I went back to work and thought he would return the calls later or I would just see him at home. I had been feeling somewhat off/odd all day but pushed that to the side to focus on my job. At the time we lived next door to my parents and so after picking up the kids, after work, we went home. My dad asked to talk with me and now that I think about it, I have no idea where my children were in all this. I think they were downstairs watching a movie?<br />
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My dad and mom, as well as some family friends were there and they sat me down to lay on the news. "_____, has been arrested," my dad tells me. He goes on to tell me the charges and that my husband was now sitting in the city jail for a sexual offense. I sat there very dumbfounded, replaying the last 5 years over in my mind and mentally kicking myself for not "seeing" it before. I actually asked them if they were kidding! Like ha ha, not April fools day!<br />
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I was heart broken. In complete shock and then came denial. During the shock phase, I felt better thinking about not staying with him. I was completely justified in leaving this man and wanted him to rot in jail. I no longer would have the burden of dealing with him or feeling like I was the one to blame for all the dysfunction in our relationship. I usually would act first then think later but for some reason chose to sleep on it.<br />
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So what little sleep I could get, after crying most of the night, I woke up in a haze the next morning. Some where between reality and dreaming I had landed in a altered reality. I can only describe it like an out of body experience. I had called some close friends over and shared with them the news. I am so thankful that my Friends and family were there to support me at this time. Something that shocked them and myself was my desire to pray, not just for me but for him and pretty much the human race as a whole.<br />
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It had become clear to me at that moment, that <b>no one is above making bad decisions</b> and every wrong choice we make is still sin. Its all the same in God's eyes. Sin is Sin, no matter how you dice it. My thought was this. We should all mourn our sin because the effects of sin do the same thing-separate us from God and those around us.<br />
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I say there were signs prior, so let me elaborate. College days, I would warn him about girls in youth ministry and to handle with care. The first year of our marriage, there was some sexual dysfunction and I thought this was due to performance jitters but never thought he was still struggling with an addiction to porn. The 3rd year we were married, at a marriage conference he admits to a problem with pornography that he has been dealing with since early adolescence. I was quite naive and this was my response, "Well, talk to someone that can help and take care of that. It hurts me that you would look at such things and makes me feel so inadequate."<br />
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During his time as a merchandiser after child 2, he would comment on women hitting on him and giving him their numbers but thought he would throw the numbers away. I would find porn sites on our history on line periodically. His sex drive was hit and miss. He started using work as an excuse to be away from home more. He started caring about his hair and clothing more, which I thought was a sort of pre-mid life crisis.<br />
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He played video games in order to escape reality in a out of control way, neglecting me and our children on a regular basis. I thought he had dealt with this so many years prior and had no idea of the struggle going on in his mind. The confusing part is he never once belittled me, he always told me how beautiful I am-even while pregnant and kept up his facade really well.<br />
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Two days later I go to visit _____ and the night prior, prayed for God to help me face this man I thought I had known so well. That night I wrestled with God and the only message I received was <b>Forgiveness</b>. God whispered to my shattered and betrayed heart, <i>"Forgive Him"</i>. I knew that this wasn't going to be easy and it wasn't going to be a one time thing but something, that even now as I type this, I would have to do over and over again.<br />
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The third day comes, Wednesday, and I arrive frightened and foolish to the City Jail. I sign in, check out a locker, put my belongings away and wait with other visitors in the waiting room. I am cold and shiver slightly. My stomach is in knots and I can feel my heart beat in my throat. It feels as if I could stop breathing at any moment and finally, the guards let us go upstairs to our prospective visitation areas. The jail is a bright, slightly grey white and all the visitation areas have hard metal stools and the viewing glass partitions to add to the cold, hardness of it all. I feel like I am walking the line to death row and can't seem to walk fast enough to where I need to be.<br />
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After what seems like an eternity I see his face around the corner. He is wearing prison garbs that look like someone washed something red with it on accident but know this is intentional after seeing many others dressed the same way. Later I find out its just another humiliation tactic the jail has for the inmates. I never in my entire life thought I would be on any side of the glass in a jail talking to someone that I loved so dearly. I barely got to the stool and before I could renege, I mouthed the words "I forgive you".<br />
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The message had gotten through and we shed a lot of tears. I wasn't sure how I was going to face him or even if he wanted to stay in the marriage. This man had just experienced what forgiveness was really about and could not even embrace me or cry too much for fear of repercussion in jail. It was very hard not to touch him but then again I was glad because even though I had forgiven him, I still wanted to punch him. We could not discuss things too much, due to the nature of his crime and I wanted to reserve story time for when he got out on bail. I could see his sorrow and regret but wanted to wait until he was home to get a real sense of his heart. I wanted to be sure he was sorry and not just because he got caught.<br />
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I arranged for a private attorney to handle his case because a trial had been set and made a bail hearing for Friday. I came up with bail and he is only released on the contingency of having third party at all times. Thankfully, his brother and I were allowed this "honor" and he was released on a 1500.00 bail bond. I pick him up the next morning, Saturday, and feel so angry. I didn't speak to him, hardly and after being home awhile I gave him the opportunity to come clean. I told him to lay it all out and that I would not interrupt or judge him.<br />
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I wish I could have given him this same safety prior but know it may not have changed any future decisions. So he starts from the beginning and confesses to other affairs. I can hardly stand it but keep my word and just listen. This was one of those moments I am grateful for because it could have turned out so much different and healing would have been that much more delayed. He finishes and we go to bed together. I didn't think it necessary to kick him out or make him sleep on the couch. I wanted to extend grace and mercy to this man because I had received these very things in my own life. It was not forgive and forget but a step toward restoration of our marriage.<br />
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The whole week I remember feeling so jilted. Why did this happen? Why didn't God stop him? I don't want to go through this! Is this some kind of cruel cosmic joke? Some generational sin prank? My thought was, my mom went through this pain and I remember being thankful that I didn't have to but now I get to walk in her shoes, feel her pain and experience this world shaking reality. This was a group of women I did not want to be apart of and thought I had done everything to avoid it. I still struggle with being int his camp. To this day I go back and forth. Resenting going to support groups or even sharing "my story" with others but know its necessary to bring this to the light and that there has been so much growth and healing because of the ongoing efforts. Individually and as a couple.<br />
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This was only week one. More to come. <i><b>Why we moved to Hawaii</b></i>. Tomorrow.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Need a quick snip it for Monday? Here ya be. <a href="http://thedailydoseofreality.blogspot.com/">The Daily Dose of Reality with Ian</a>. Check it.</span><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Have you ever peed in the shower/bath/pool?</span></b><br />
Can I plead the 5th? Does that give me away?!<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;">What is your biggest pet peeve?</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;"></span>Injustice<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;">What's the story behind your blog title?</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;"></span><i>It's not that I think I'm uber fit. Aspiring but aside from that, most of the time I feel as though my family and I just don't "fit" in. We are different. Blog post TBA. ;)</i> <br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;">What is your definition of success?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;"><i>When hard work pays off</i></span><b><span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b><i><span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;">and feels good!</span></i><b><span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;">If you were famous, what would you want to be famous for?</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: "Teen Light";">Well, cure for cancer has its competition. Best parent has been alluded to. Making bricks out of sand, pee and urea is also out. Dang. Following my dreams. What ever they may be.</span><b><span style="font-family: "Teen Light"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This may look offensive. For that I'm sorry. OK, not really. I feel like the Grinch today! Shouting ove Who-ville, "I HATE YOU! LOATHE YOU ENTIRELY!" I may even look green too. I ate too many No-bake cookies last night. Feeling a little guilty.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am a good christian lady but sometimes I just gotta drop the F Bomb! Also, had a weird week. Haven't blogged at all! Some one un-followed me. Boo. Oh well. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">First, off for <a href="http://www.mypixiedreams.com/">Mission Monkey</a>, Please go read her story!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fawk you <i><b>Cancer</b></i>. You will be defeated. I hate how you steal life and respect neither age or gender.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fawk you to <i>people who judge</i> first and let fear control your lives and others. So Fawk <b><i>fears </i></b>too. </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
Fawk you <i>Salvation Army</i> for discriminating. I may get a lawyer.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.mypixiedreams.com/2010/05/04/the-stuff-nightmares-are-made-out-of/">Michelle</a> got some really terrible news. Her little one, aka. Monkey has ganglioneuroblastoma, a form of cancer. She's 16 month's old. So <a href="http://thingsicantsay-shell.blogspot.com/2010/05/pour-your-heart-out_12.html">Shell</a> and <a href="http://thedailydoseofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-your-help.html">Ian</a> are rallying support for this family and little one. Ian is setting up fund raising. So, please click. Donate. We can make a difference! Follow Michelle's blog and share her burden!<br />
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This is what I have to do: I have to share 10 random things about me then pass the award along to 10 other bloggers! <br />
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<strong>10 Random Things about me</strong>: <br />
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10. I'm a wee-bit anal retentive, OCD, and any other synonym for both. <br />
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9. Never kissed a girl...that I wasn't related to. Missed my experimental phase, I guess?! <br />
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8. I don't drink caffeinated sodas but do love me some dark chocolate and drink mochas occassionally. <em>Such a hypocrite</em>. <br />
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7. I've digressed to wearing the same clothes,recently, 2 days in a row. Yesterday and today. Don't judge. I changed my underoos. <br />
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6. I have some of the same clothes I wore in college. Which has only been like 10 years ago. Why does that sound bad? Most of them are dresses. Pshh.. <br />
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5. I can be a bit of an air head. I'm not blonde but I have "the" moments. Be nice. <br />
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4. I've fallen off of 2 out of the 3 porches on our house. I still hold to my story that The Hubs pushed me, on the 2nd occassion. <br />
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3. I have an obsession with red hair, freckles, british accents and foreign countries. Bugger off. <br />
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2. I'm not so much into weight training. Yoga is helping me become stronger. Thank you. <strong>My goal</strong> is to be able to do a hand stand. <br />
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1. My favorite, or one of my fav. things to say is "I will cut you". <br />
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<strong>The lucky 10 I will bestow upon are</strong>:<br />
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Dee at <a href="http://barefootbathandbody.blogspot.com/">Barefoot Bath and Body</a><br />
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Winn at <a href="http://www.wendiwinn.com/">WendiWinn</a><br />
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Vanessa at <a href="http://www.baptistness.com/">Much More Than Mommy</a><br />
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Insanity Kim at <a href="http://www.kimnfam.com/">A Parent's Life To Behold, Through The Eyes of Insanity Bliss</a><br />
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Alison at <a href="http://butimnotdone.blogspot.com/">Blessed With Three</a><br />
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<a href="http://boobiesbabiesblog.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple;">Boobies, Babies & A Blog</span></a><br />
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Kimberly at <a href="http://prettypinkmomma.blogspot.com/">Pretty Pink Momma</a><br />
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The Princess at <a href="http://www.princessofsarcasm.com/">Princess of Sarcasm</a><br />
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Cara at <a href="http://thegoneagainsmiths.blogspot.com/">The Gone Again Smiths</a><br />
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<a href="http://purseblogger.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: purple;">Purse Blogger</span></a><br />
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Aren't Blog lists fun!? Can't wait to read every one's randomosity.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/134/4D86A25AB467351AC9E2FA06A2C40A4C.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-87033880971469585222010-05-07T10:03:00.000-07:002010-05-07T10:09:15.314-07:00Yeppers, Geting Freaky with it and Shakin' it<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></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;"><a href="http://www.thetransientpod.net/?tag=get-your-freak-on" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_self"><img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4402478592_944f014929.jpg" /></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 />
</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: left;">There is no more Just Dance competitions. *sad face* That will not, however, swade me from further posts of me, my children, or mayhaps the hubs shakin' it. Nope. So in lue of no more "dancing" with the Wii I will share with you, now, my pick for freak friday. </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: left;"><br />
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</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: left;">We were driving along, jamming to the tunes, windows down and cue song change. I love old school. I do admit I don't know-eth all the words to the song but understand its message. It wants me to "shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake my boot-eh, shake my boot-eh". Which is challenging in the car, sitting.</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: left;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/134/4D86A25AB467351AC9E2FA06A2C40A4C.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-69614654186655230422010-05-06T01:47:00.000-07:002010-05-06T01:47:35.267-07:00Many ThanksThrough the day, on wednesday, my thoughts kept bringing me back to "be thankful". Today, that's what I'm going to do. I want to share just a few things that I am thankful for.<br />
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I am thankful for a God who is so much bigger and loving than I can ever imagine or comprehend.<br />
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I am thankful for a husband who loves me. Loves our family. He continues to strive to be the person God created him to be.<br />
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I am thankful for children that bless me with their intelligence, concern for my happiness, passion and devotion.<br />
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I am thankful for a home. A place that we can foster growth, learning and many happy memories.<br />
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I am thankful for the blessings and our sufferings. We gain strength and character from both.<br />
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These are the things that keep me centered and focused. With out them, I am undone. <br />
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Thank you!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/134/4D86A25AB467351AC9E2FA06A2C40A4C.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-51639986037978111572010-05-05T10:59:00.000-07:002010-05-05T11:13:29.481-07:00Pour Out Your Heart: Bitter Sweet<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://thingsicantsay-shell.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i904.photobucket.com/albums/ac246/shellthings/pouryourheartout.jpg" /></a></div><div align="left" 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 />
</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: left;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Honor those that share their hearts. Show Respect and respect is reciprocated. These are the rules. Abide there in.</strong></span></div><div align="left" 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 />
</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: left;">This year has started off with a bang. The hubs got a raise. I decided to start my own massage office. Good things. Good thoughts. Amiable aspirations. Our kids are healthy. We have our health. Rainbow and Blue skies are coming our way.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">Then the thunder rolls and lightning strikes. Friendships fade. Ok, sorry. Why do I feel like singing a sad country song? I am about to pour my heart out and cannot pass up a good cliche'. I need help. *sigh*</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">Let's see. Monday I get a phone call from our gym. It goes something like this. </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: left;"><br />
</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: left;"><em>Me: Hello?</em></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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">Voice: Is J there?</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;"><em>Me: No, He's at work. Can I help you?</em></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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">Voice: This is Harry from the _____ Center. Can you tell him I need to speak with him. Here's my number.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;"><em>Me: Can I tell him what this is about?</em></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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">Voice: Um..I'd rather speak with him.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;"><em>Me: OK? He may not be in until later this afternoon. When will it be a good time to call before you aren't in?</em></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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">Voice: I'll be here til 5pm and if he can call me asap, I would appreciate it.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;"><em>Me: I will tell him</em>.</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: left;"><br />
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</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: left;">Now, I have a sneaking suspicion what this call is about but let my mind believe it could be about our bank account but know I am only deceiving my brilliant mind and putting off a dark cloud of oncoming misery. J gets home and unfolds the unpleasantries that spanned about a five minute conversation with Harry. Due to my hubs conviction, 5 years ago, this gym has asked him (no, informed him) that he can no longer be a member.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">This news hit my already broken heart into a million shards of fragmented glass. This was the one thing. No, the one place we felt like we could do family activities together and feel "normal". Alas, normal has eluded us and our kids once again. I'm trying hard to understand a society that shuns even the lowest on a totem pole, that encompasses such a wide array of offenses. </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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">The hubs made a wrong choice almost 5 years ago. He paid the price 5 years ago. Why does he continue to be punished now? Actually, why as his family are we being punished for aligning ourselves with him? It would be different if he were a predator, unchanged by his consequences or unrepentant. I am not a door mat that he walks all over. I'm not so blinded by my love for him, that I don't see his faults and that he was wrong for what he chose to do.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">What I don't appreciate is that political gain and fear are a controlling factor not only on our family but thousands of families around the U.S. We can't speak out because this all encompassing offense is so horrible and to do so would be to some how condone wrong. I don't think it's right and if our legal system is going to categorize and label it, it should be consistant. No Blankets. No Umbrelllas.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">Even as I write this it is some what coded and unnamed because I want to protect myself and my children. The hubs takes all this like a champ and knows he deserves worse but is thankful everyday for the grace that was shown to him by God through me. I'm in no way patting myself on the back here. I wanted to leave but God told me no. Forgive. Now I can't help but feel like I'm being punished, continually, for staying. That our children are being punished and limited due to a society wrought with distrust and fear.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">The hubs compared it to segregation of whites and blacks. This is our modern day "black". We live in shame, fear, humility and distrust on a daily basis. Not with each other but with the world around us. Even the church that claims all are welcome. J can't even be a member of the church we are currently attending. WE are mearly tolerated and not accepted.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">Tell me if you wouldn't struggle. Or become slightly bitter. At the world. At God. At the hubs. What would my life be without these things? </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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">I know most people won't believe what I'm about to say but that's ok. It's my belief and I respect those of others. I believe in marriage and that it's very foundation is enveloped in God. IT's the ultimate expression of who God is and what he desires for 2 people to share. Unconditional Love. That being said, Marriage has an enemy. Satan. He will do every thing he can to tear it apart. Even use our own mistakes to seperate us.</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: left;"><br />
</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: left;">It's J hope to one day stand up for the injustice our family faces. Until then, we wait. We pray. We hope.</div><div align="left" 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 />
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<div></div>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-23792609028509377022010-05-04T22:02:00.000-07:002010-05-04T22:02:48.966-07:00Wordless Wednesday:Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxcqz2gu9Cksr7IwcdNoH3d7u579Ct3SoDLv3tkK9D8KjElNa77iqrvlL1NXkmSbPFqD62N084BFkjtFQTXwR7Q9dv45WyLnjWFSJSeUd2ZFzaPtjn7tmViWjq25sN4RXn9pm85EuUeY/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxcqz2gu9Cksr7IwcdNoH3d7u579Ct3SoDLv3tkK9D8KjElNa77iqrvlL1NXkmSbPFqD62N084BFkjtFQTXwR7Q9dv45WyLnjWFSJSeUd2ZFzaPtjn7tmViWjq25sN4RXn9pm85EuUeY/s320/018.JPG" tt="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Week 2, my Great Nephew is making a guest appearance for Wordless Wednesday. He is got to be the cutest great-nephew ev-ah! Ok, he's my only great-nephew but <em>DANG</em> this kid is the cuteness!</div><br />
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<div></div>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-46820749685556902442010-05-04T00:00:00.000-07:002010-05-04T00:00:00.777-07:00Post it Note Tuesday: I'm sick<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-it-note-tuesday-what-will-you-say.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s27/dperry_2007/superstickies-413-1.png" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></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;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/134/4D86A25AB467351AC9E2FA06A2C40A4C.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-55295278192815064232010-05-03T01:47:00.000-07:002010-05-03T01:47:49.670-07:00Bloomsday Race 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRrFL9oig7iTcnAPGcbhNssajDcr2XNlMqZJJsaeDAb1ranvrxREbWzaS43QoBhd7eHHJGyEQyB-FIdXo8eyMw6UgHci7W2f-u3zTDefrSbd86NwyJKYCrH23TpZb8rLuJMMskjMqNIw/s1600/me+and+lisa+bloomsday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRrFL9oig7iTcnAPGcbhNssajDcr2XNlMqZJJsaeDAb1ranvrxREbWzaS43QoBhd7eHHJGyEQyB-FIdXo8eyMw6UgHci7W2f-u3zTDefrSbd86NwyJKYCrH23TpZb8rLuJMMskjMqNIw/s320/me+and+lisa+bloomsday.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div align="center">My friend, Lisa and I about to start the Race! Where is my chin?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I entered this race a couple months ago. Started training. I walked 3 times a week, religiously. Gradually, increasing my milage until the week before the race. Ok, well, 2 weeks prior. Ok. You see I was doing some yoga and went to guitar class afterwards. I went to sit down and "ouch". Chiropractor says my sacrum was out. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Why does this sort of thing happen when one gets older? I don't mean like 50 or 60. I mean now. When I'm 32!? I went from Tuesday to Friday with taut backstrap muscles and no desire to pick up any thing heavier than 5 pounds. I should mention that I've fallen, twice in 2 years. Of the porch. Not just the back one but the side one as well. It's a conspiracy.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm at the Chirpractor on Friday and he puts my bones back where they need to be. All is well and I decide, if a week is good then I'm taking off from training another week. Probably, not the best idea but it was rainy and the idea of walking 6 or 7 miles around a track, was not in the least bit interesting to me. *snoring*</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We checked in the day before. Got our race #'s and D-Tag. I made sure I was hydrated and peed like crazy the next morning! Drank and peed some more, at the race. Sooo glad they thought of port-a-potty's. Also, appreciate that some of these were in the sunlight. Thumbs up from Me.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The sun came out just for the race I tell ya! The days prior, were non-stop rain and clouds! Bleh! It was a little brisk and windy too. I didn't care though. The only thing I wish I had on my lovely, new, pink v-neck shirt, that wicks away sweat and keeps me cool, was something that said "Love your Boobies." I saw some women sporting these T's. I want one. Or Two. I should have Two.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Our group started at or around 9:30am and I finished around 11:20am. For my first race, I am pretty dang proud and excited to say that I finished a 12K race! My friend is pretty excited too and wants to do more!! She wants to do a half marathon! I guess races are like tatoos. Once you get one you can't stop. I hope to add my second race soon. Like this summer. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Woo hoo! <strong>Here are my fantastic stats.</strong> If you notice, I placed 1st...in people with the same last name. <em>*pops collar*</em> Yep, I'm cool. I saw a girl in a super woman costume. Got my "wheels a turning". Next race will be a real pic of Miss Fit in full costume. There will be pictures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finish Time: 1:47:26 </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Overall Place: 22,604 out of 49,674 </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ran with a pace of 14:24 per mile </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The average pace for 32-year-olds was 14:15 </div><br />
Placed 442nd among 832 people the same age<br />
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Placed 466th among 1,004 people from Coeur D Alene, ID<br />
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Placed 2,234th among 5,163 people from Idaho<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Placed 1st among 1 people with the same last name</span><br />
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Placed 11,515th among 29,854 females<br />
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Placed 243rd out of 538 among 32-year-old females<br />
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Placed 1,360th out of 2,885 people in your age group<br />
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My goal was to finish in 2 hours and I came in under! I am so thrilled! I'm also quite tired and rendered completely useless the rest of the day. I also ate and ate and ate. I ate an apple and a snack bar. I ate a 6 inch meatball sub with apple juice. I ate like 1/4 bag of (costco size) tortilla chips and a bunch of cookies when I got home. It totally spoiled my dinner. <br />
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I don't know if this is the best way to top off my night but the hubs made me a margaritta. I Love that Man!<br />
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1 - How much would you have to be paid to eat a human cadaver's finger?<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">1 Million Dollars *pinky to corner of mouth*</span><br />
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2 - Describe the worst physical fight you've ever been in.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Freshman year a girl dragged me doen the hall, out the door and started hitting me on the top of my head, well the book that was on top of my head.</span><br />
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3 - Name one song that if you never heard it ever again, you'd be thrilled.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Hmmm....I can't hate at the moment. Maybe Barney? "I love you...you love me.." *puke*</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I did things early in life, so "drunkest" is relative to how much a young me could hold. Passed out. No wait. We used to take a deep breathe while bending over, stand up real quick and hold our breathe until we passed out. I think.</span><br />
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5 - What's your biggest regret?<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Buying a house. Seriously, real estate ownership is NOT as great as it sounds.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Go link up over at <a href="http://thedailydoseofreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/monday-minute-for-532010.html">Daily Dose of Reality</a> to play along with this madness.</span><br />
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1. Are you superstitious?<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Not really. *squeeks* "What was that?" </span><br />
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2. If you were an animal..what kind would you be?<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">A Chimpunk 'cause they can sing.</span><br />
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3. You would never catch me wearing.........?<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Pasties.</span><br />
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4. If someone posts a VLOG..do you watch it?<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Yup. Sometimes.</span><br />
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5. Have you ever waxed your girlie/manly parts..or any other part of your body?<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Nope. Just my uni-brows.</span><br />
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6. Are you a spender or a saver?<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Some times I spend some times I save. Mostly I spend.</span><br />
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7. If you were starring in a movie..who would you want to play your leading man/woman?<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Ryan Reynolds. Funny and Nice Eye Candy. No Brainer.</span><br />
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8. Smoker..never smoked..social smoker..or smoked back in the day?<br />
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<span style="color: #660000;">Tried Smoking at a very early age. Dad found out and made me eat a cigarette. That pretty much did it for me, after puking. Thanks Dad.</span><br />
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I posted this late cause I'm really tired from the race today. Will post about that Monday. Go over to <a href="http://www.mannland5.com/2010/05/getting-to-know-you.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Mannland5+%28MannLand5%29"><span style="color: #990000;">MannLand5</span></a> to play along!<br />
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Who? Who? Who? *Crickets chirping* What? Why? When? How? Nope. Just The Who.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNGBw3cDgxo/S9m_yldvyzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lC1X2-HI77A/s1600/coyote+ugly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KNGBw3cDgxo/S9m_yldvyzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lC1X2-HI77A/s200/coyote+ugly.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /></a><span style="color: black;">3. <strong> Violet Sanford from</strong> Coyote Ugly. Aspiring Singer/Song Writer who overcomes her stage fright by becoming a <strong><em>Slam Dancing Bartender</em></strong>. Sounds awesome to me! I really just want to dance and sing but be good. Ya Know!?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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*Chanting* Embrace the inner nerd. Embrace. Embrace. Embrace.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNGBw3cDgxo/S9m_b8l5z8I/AAAAAAAAASs/LNhRSBc87D8/s1600/buffy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KNGBw3cDgxo/S9m_b8l5z8I/AAAAAAAAASs/LNhRSBc87D8/s200/buffy.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /></a>1. <strong>Buffy.</strong> Yep. The Vampire Slayer. She has Mad Vamp Ninja Skills. Falls in Love with "Angel". Forbidden Love. Hooks up with Spike, The Bad Boy. Every girl has done this right? Has Awesome Bff's. They rock. I loved that show! <br />
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Also, I wouldn't kill the Cullens. There's a Treaty.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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If there's a movie with a Artistic, Nerdy, Vamp Slayer let me know 'cause I'd want to be her. Too.<br />
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Hop on ov-ah to <a href="http://www.confessionsfromaworkingmom.com/">Confessions of a Working Mom</a> to read how to join in!<br />
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1 - What drugs have you done in your life?<br />
<span style="color: red;">Pot and pot laced with acid once</span><br />
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2 - A/S/L?<br />
<span style="color: red;">American Sign Language? Lol</span><br />
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3 - Do you pick your nose?<br />
<span style="color: red;">Yep. I like to breathe. Just being honest. Some times I netti too.</span><br />
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4 - What's your favorite childhood cartoon<br />
<span style="color: red;">Fragle Rock, not really a cartoon...ummm..Tie between Chip and Dale's Rescue Rangers and Tale Spin.</span><br />
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5 - List the URL, of what you believe to be the best blog post you've ever done<br />
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<span style="color: red;">Ehh..still working on that. Just bieng honest. </span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I threw my back out...umm...just sitting down to play my guitar, on Tuesday. I did yoga prior and still training for the race on the first of May. So my body may just have rejected all this getting "fit" business. Well, It's doing better now. Thanks for asking. Well, kind of. I'm going to the Chiropractor today.<br />
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Also, it's my mom's birthday today. Happy Birthday Mom! My kids asked her how old she was going to be and her reply was "21". I'm not telling you how old she is cause women don't do that sort of thing. After a "certain" age. Not sure when that is though. I'm thinking 35. Ohh...I'm almost there! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Ok, So I cleaned up and got dressed. Needed it. No pj vid this time. Oh and practised twice. I'm such a lier. *chimpmunk voice* Muah ah ah...<br />
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Also, any tips on vid quality are appreciated. I look like a digital mess. Look at my hair. Its afro-liscious.<br />
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just post 5 things that have made you..<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Happy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Giddy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Grateful</span></div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Joyful</span></div><span style="color: #e06666;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Gleeful</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">or all of the above..</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">My Top 5 are:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sc6O-Xmb3fo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sc6O-Xmb3fo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">#1 Giddy. This kid makes me laugh! Finally got Mr Giggles on vid. It only took me a day!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
#2 Joyful due to the wonderful sun that brings out the life and inspires a newness in me.</div><br />
#3 Grateful to God, for the "earth" He has provided. Looking forward to a rich harvest!<br />
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#4 Happy to have family visiting. Sharing laughs, good food and making memories.<br />
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#5 Gleeful because I, too, watched Glee this Tuesday and am competing with every other addict for the first episodes on Netflix! Also, the Cheerio Coach was in my dream 2 nights ago. WTF?!<br />
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Have a Gleeful Day!!<br />
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<div></div>Miss Fithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05865267300727217423noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1221881933712454909.post-12345465966933158192010-04-20T19:55:00.000-07:002010-04-20T19:55:02.964-07:00Wordless Wednesday:My Great-Nephew<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kBmIuCm-XZkomm1C_3VjFiokv6jPXAfKVdR4h0tOVoSAAtkl86OGHyyUz9lpL26HVmxAlk5uwFpWr73nZ3kEViBG4pG3A7ERU8a1iTBLQZXaLCd1zDLds8V9uHycTlFvyJ7V7jcHUIM/s1600/26771_1403299011364_1499030435_1005106_3752066_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kBmIuCm-XZkomm1C_3VjFiokv6jPXAfKVdR4h0tOVoSAAtkl86OGHyyUz9lpL26HVmxAlk5uwFpWr73nZ3kEViBG4pG3A7ERU8a1iTBLQZXaLCd1zDLds8V9uHycTlFvyJ7V7jcHUIM/s320/26771_1403299011364_1499030435_1005106_3752066_n.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Great-Nephew, Grayson. He's been here with us all week. I love this kid!! He has the best little giggle.</div><div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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