tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34103745855951186482011-08-17T17:16:56.761-07:00I think therefore I blog.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00226639553583530932noreply@blogger.comBlogger1161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410374585595118648.post-31640027733818423162011-08-17T17:16:00.001-07:002011-08-17T17:16:56.773-07:00

Taking a break from this blog for now. Check out my new one at www.traveltotstakeout.blogspot.com

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I think that I have been spoiled with regard to medical care. I have never had so many great providers at one time, and I couldn't be more thankful to the staff at our primary care physician's office or at the midwifery office. I have truly come to feel like they are family. I couldn't be more thankful for the care provided by both Karen and Isabelle throughout my pregnancy, labor, birth, and

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Last week was a whirlwind of activity that began with Jeremy headed out of town for a conference for work. This was a day that I had dreaded and feared the last few weeks of pregnancy, as I'd already been having contractions. He left on Sunday as planned, and I spent the day terrified that I was going to go into labor and he was not going to make it back in time. Sunday was uneventful, and labor

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So I ended up in L&D last week with contractions like crazy. First they thought I was dehydrated, an insistent nurse implying that once she finished giving me my IV, I would be on my way home. Well, her IV didn't work, so next they gave me shots of some terrible drug that makes your heart race and gives you the shakes. The headache the next day was worth it to keep little Margot in for just a

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I am swiftly approaching B-day, possibly swifter than I had imagined it would approach. As I get closer to the birth of my third child, I am filled with fear, awe, and a twinge of sadness. Most know this has not been the easiest pregnancy for me, but it is my last. That in itself is bittersweet. I am 35 weeks tomorrow, but have been having contractions off and on throughout the week,

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Over the course of time I have recently tried and am continuing to try to get into the whole super couponing process. So far this has gone well. It has increased my junk mail in my email by a ton, but in doing so has provided me with extra deals that I would normally miss. I am signed up for Jewel's shopper program, and I have to question this particular promotion. See the ad below and tell

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I love Thanksgiving. I love the promise of turkey, mashed potatoes covered in gravy, sweet potatoes, and all the other sides that threaten to touch each other on my plate. (That part I don't like). Which brings me to one thing, and one thing only. Cranberry sauce. I have seen a million recipes for homemeade cranberry sauce lately. I am all about making things from scratch, but I have NO, count it

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With all the discussion of bullying taking place, and the attention focusing on gay/lesbian teens and their struggle in the world today, I feel as though I must say something.As a parent, I feel that I am predisposed to LOVE my children. There are many things they do that might annoy me in my weakest moments. How they yell and demand, as I'm hunched over the toilet praying for the end of

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Ok, I'm not generally a sentimental woman, but there are 2 things that get the sentiment flowing in this lady's heart. 1. Fall2. Being pregnantI am not sure why it is, but fall stirs something inside me. It makes me reminiscent. Being pregnant makes me weepy and sappy, so this fall in particular, I am a sentimental mess. In my current state you will find me missing many things:1. Cherry Cola

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I may not be a smart woman, but I know what exhaustion is. I am beginning to question my own sanity, and this post will be one that allows me to vent. I am sure I will look back on it and say, "Oh Sam, it wasn't THAT bad."Let me begin by saying that I love my children dearly! I really do. This combination of head cold, pregnancy sickness and hormones, exhaustion due to sick children not

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Today is what Jeremy and I like to call our fake anniversary. For those who don't know, we got married twice. Shortly after my mom died, living arrangements had to change suddenly, and with Jeremy living in the church parsonage, my choices were somewhat limited. We consulted with the pastor, and all agreed that it would be totally fine for us to marry 2 months early. And so our adventure

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Yesterday marked the 6th year anniversary of my mother's tragic death, and I can hardly believe all that time has past. To say that the past 6 years have been eventful is an understatement. They have been packed to the gills with change, love, friends, and family. I truly couldn't be more blessed in that respect. I have such an appreciation of all that I have gained in these 6 years.

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There are those few times, far between, when God makes things abundantly clear. Where He shows you without a doubt exactly what you should be doing, and he directs your path by providing exactly what you need to get where you are going. I haven't had many of those moments of clarity in my own life, but I am always inspired to see those around me blessed by such opportunities. I got to watch one

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I've got peace like a river. Peace like a river. Peace like a river in my soul.While my heart has been a tumultuous mess lately, trying to figure out the who, what, when and wheres of my life, I've been slowing down, or speeding up, not sure which, to appreciate the people in my life. Letting the kids stay up a bit later to enjoy the friends around us, and I've been loving it. Maggie is

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I am doing a whole lot of soul searching lately. I've found myself in a distressing place of transition. I think with all the drama that has plagued my life since I was small, I've gone out of my way to create an environment of stability and comfort for myself and for my family. I try to keep us financially a step above where I was growing up, all the while allowing myself enough time at home

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So I have come to enjoy the 30-60 minutes I would like to spend each day exercising. But now I have a problem. BUM FEET! Ugh. I started working out about 6 weeks ago. It sucked to start, but now I want to run everyday. Its an awesome way to begin the day. Until. . .PLANTERS FACIAITIS. Its painful. It hurts your foot, and all you can do to make it feel better is ice and stretch, but that

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When I don't measure up to much in this life, I'm a treasure in the arms of Christ. - Sanctus RealI've been struggling with issues of character and trying to figure out and define myself. Who am I in Christ? How do I keep those around me from crushing my spirit, or demeaning my character? The truth is, I don't know. Though some may not realize it, and though I may not always present myself as

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It really was. It started off nice enough. There was a slow rumble of thunder and smidge of rain, but then it cleared up. And when I looked at the clock, expecting it to be 6:40, it was 7:40. 7:40 is when I usually arrive to work. I didn't sweat it though, because I knew I was working late. So I arrived closer t0 8:30. But then the sheer craziness began. Meetings, phone calls, running

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I watched Precious based on the Novel Push by Sapphire. It was dark and disturbing. It made me thankful for the life I have. But it made my stomach turn for what some people have to endure. Its relentless. I want to go wake up my babies and snuggle them. So sad.

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How often do you stop to take a moment to ponder the impact others have made on your life? Who has helped you fulfill your destiny? Who has pointed you the direction you should go, to bring you to where you are? We all have those people. I remember one particularly well, as I mourn his loss this morning. There was a moment in my life, where I was young, insecure, and searching for my place in

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I know I shared a couple posts back that I had recently come upon the blog http://www.laylagrace.org/. Someone shared it with me. It is probably one of the saddest and most uplifting things you will ever read. Layla Grace is a little girl who was diagnosed with neuroblastoma just after turning 15 months old. Her blog was an avenue for her family to share their journey with many people, and her

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I haven't blogged in awhile. Time for a quick catch up.One thing that has been keeping me from blogging is that I don't have anything uplifting or encouraging to say right now. I have always been one of those people that is affected by the things that I read and see. Lately, all that I read and see is sad news and hard times. I'm very discouraged by it all, and am desparately searching for

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Ok, so everyone has commented on my facebook about wanting the recipe for cowboy casserole. Here you are. It is easy PEASY.First step, dust off your crock pot!Ingredients:1 Medium Onion (peeled and diced)7 Medium Potatoes (peeled and sliced, i usually cut the potatoe in half lengthwise and then slice them into half inch thick disks, if you cut it too thin all the potatoes will turn into mush)2

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2 Quick tips for those savvy savers out there. First of all, if you don't mind using generic over the counter meds, Walgreens has all of their store brand meds buy1 get1 free. You can stock up now and not have to buy for awhile. I saved about 25 bucks by buying 1 each of the children's Wal-Dryl, grown up Ibuprofen, baby Ibuprofen, and kids Acetemetaphin. Also, if any of you use Advair Diskus,

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So I think I would call my first big couponing adventure a success. I saved $19.31 at Jewel alone. Check out what I got.First of all they had select Kellog's cereals for $1.88 per box. Luckily I had a manufacturer coupon for $1.00 off 2 boxes. Walking away with 2 boxes of cereal for $1.38 per box. For those of you who buy cereal, you know thats super duper cheap. Cereal usually runs about $3

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So, here I go being the suburban housewife/mom, but I'm going to make a new challenge for myself. I recently attended the Community Christian Church Generosity Conference, where I learned some basics on couponing, stockpiling, and just generally saving money at the store. I am going to give couponing a real shot for 6 months. If in 6 months, my savings are significant, I will carry it forward.

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I've come to realize in recent days that my life is filled with things I never thought I'd do. Though embaressing, to keep myself accountable, I thought I'd share a few.I thought I'd never drive a minvan. (I bought a Freestyle because its a wagon, but according to the state of IL its a van.)I thought I would never let my kids sleep in my bed. (It doesn't happen frequently, but Miles was a bit

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I am often plagued with self doubt. I try my best to fight it off, and for the most part it is very much self inflicted, and self-induced. It is hardest to deal with though, when you let something someone else said make you feel that way. I won't go into details about the situation that pushed me there this morning, but I feel completely discouraged. Why is it, that you can be so confident with

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Picture by Juan Barreto, AFP, Getty Images c/o The Canadian National Post.With everything going on in Haiti, and all the work that God has given us to do there, I struggle deeply with the people here in America, so against helping. The thing that saddens me to the core is that the people I know that are the most against helping the Hatian people are Christians?! They are CHRISTIANS?!?! Their

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Actually it isn't. It isn't hard at all in certain cases. For me, saying goodbye to Tivo and HELLO LOVELY, to ATT Uverse was not hard at all. For the most part it wasn't hard. What was hard, was continuing to pay for Tivo service despite having rid ourselves of the Tivo box 7 months ago. I called today, because I couldn't remember when the contract ended, turns out not until April. Don't

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By now everyone is aware of the devestating situation in Haiti. I myself, have a special place in my heart for the people there. While I have never been there to see the poverty myself, a dear friend of mine was so in love with the people and the culture there, that she gave her life helping those less fortunate. Five years ago, Mironda Heston contracted Dengue fever while working withe the

Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00226639553583530932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410374585595118648.post-65160201273291081752009-11-20T11:13:00.001-08:002009-11-20T16:47:23.037-08:00

I'm going to be honest. My mouth sometimes gets me into trouble. I have the tendency to say what I am thinking or crack a joke without actually working through the consequences of my vebal outpour. Most of the time it is well-received and clearly said with the best of intentions. Most people I know, know my heart and understand where I am coming from. Here is the punch to the gut though.

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As I am rounding the bend to a 3rd birthday for my wonderful daughter, I can't help but worry about time going by way too fast. It wasn't long ago that she was a helpless infant lying in my arms. Now she is this strong-willed, creative, imaginative little imp that exudes a strange confidence I have never seen in a little girl before. I wonder where she came from? Truly, I wonder who she will

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Ok, so I'm trying to work through some mentally trying things the past few weeks. There is just so much going on lately, and its really begun to affect my mood. Normally, I think its fair to describe me as perky, optimistic, obnoxiously hilarious, etc. But lately I've been flat out crabby, irritable, and at times, I can admit, pretty unpleasant to be around. Try as I might, I just can't seem

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God knows. He holds us. When everything is falling apart. He holds us.

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And the whole world is on your case, I would recommend NOT trying to go to East Aurora High School to get the H1N1 vaccine at the free Kane County Health Department clinics. A friend at work warned me before I left, suggested what I will be getting into by trying to get one. She followed up the comment by letting me know it would be nothing compared to government run health care. I laugh now

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Round my parts is pretty much common knowledge at this point, that one of my brothers, has made some poor choices. Choices which led their ex-girlfriend to immaculate conception. I'm not sure how he did it. But that is the only explanation, as it is beyond my comprehension for it to have happened any other way. Nonetheless, I am uber-disappointed, and really trying to work through my feelings

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Its got a whole heck of a lot to do with it, thats what. So I'm about to go there on post-baby weight. If you aren't interested, look away. Besides, thats what I do every day as I get dressed. I look away. I cringe, and look away. Whoever, said that to lose weight after the second baby was harder, was dead right, and I think I might despise them a little for it.After Maggie, I was back into

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A friend and fellow blogger posted recently about her feelings of mom guilt. With a new baby and a career, these feelings are par for the course. I too struggle with mom guilt and balancing a career. I think these feelings are totally normal and expected.Lately though, I feel like I'm struggling with friend, Christian, family guilt. I feel like I need to figure out where I went wrong in each

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Sometimes I feel like life is a semi-truck that has just lain me flat. While I am laid out on the pavement I struggle with even attempting to get back up, or whether I should stay put. If I stay put, there is a good chance that the next semi will roll right over me without so much as a bump or a bruise. I can avoid the pain that will come with the next rumble of tragedy, as those wheels come

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I have never been the most patient person I know. I don't really like to wait, especially on other people. The thing that brings me to my very lowest threshold for tolerance or patience of any kind is my dog. She is not a bad dog. Everyone tells me how great she is all the time. Nothing incites pure rage in my like my animail. For example, today, after she peed and pooped on the carpet, I

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This week has been a tough week for me. I have alot going on between work and children. I totally missed a dentist appointment. I never miss those. I have a cute dentist. I try to make all of my appointments. ;)Aside from that, I have several friends going through some tough times. I have to say that I am blown away by the way God is moving in and through these situations. Something sad or

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Inevitably life is hard at times. Everyone goes through tough and trying circumstances. Often times they feel unbearable, but when you look back you are suprised by your own strength. You never realized you could make it through something like that.I look back at my life and there are many of these times, but clearly one that sticks out more than others. Five years ago on July 21st, I woke at

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His loss is hard to put into to words. Perhaps "too high to get over" and "too low to get under." Another little piece of my childhood died yesterday when we lost Michael Jackson. Yes, I can acknowledge all the weirdness and terrible accusations, but we lost an artist. One that takes me back to watching Thriller on my talking viewmaster. One that takes me back to my shared bedroom listening

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I began this entry last week, after hearing some interesting news. This entry spans a week of pondering and wondering. Bear with its jumpiness, but I feel like I need to share this strange thing that is my life.Last Monday,I can't really find words to describe how I feel at this current moment. As most know, almost 5 years ago I experienced a betrayal beyond anything I could imagine. I lost my

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If you had asked me years ago what being a parent would be like, I probably would have had some calculated answer about everything to come. The truth is, I never could have imagined what it would REALLY be like. This truth holds the same for watching my friends become parents. There is something breathtaking in the way each of my different friends parents their children. There is so much I

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Ok, someone shared this on facebook and I couldn't help but have to share it on my blog. For those of you that grew up the ET, you may feel as these guys do. No matter what you will always call it home. Check out this rap video. J-town love!Beware, this post is rated R.

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I love my children. I adore them really. But seriously, if someone had told me it was possible for my daughter, who in her first two years of life was the epitome of health, to come down with every single virus known to man over a period of 2-3 months, I might have reconsidered this whole parenthood thing. Whats worse is the fact that, not only does she endure these terrible virus with a whining

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Hey everyone who regularly checks out my blog. Someone recommended a site to me where you can earn free "swagbucks" by doing certain things on the internet. Check it out because I get free bucks for referrals. Its free, so it can't hurt.http://swagbucks.com/?cmd=sb-register&rb=415192

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So I've finished reading this book called The Shack. Overall it was a really intriguing look at the three aspects of God. I found it to be emotional, inspiring, and at first I just could not put it down. I started reading it at 10 o'clock the other night and looked up to see that it was 12:30am. That says alot about the book, as I am still getting up with my 3 month old twice a night for

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So, those of you who know me, know that I work part time. Partly because it is best for our family financially and partly because I really enjoy the adult interaction. However, I have to admit that I have thoroughly enjoyed my time home as I only worked 2 days a week for the past 6 weeks. I really enjoy the domestic side of life. I like cooking and keeping house. I have enjoyed the extra

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Hey all. Here is a great recipe, that just happens to also be a crockpot recipe. Its very simple and very good! Throw some garlic bread in the oven during the last ten minutes of cooking, toss a salad and bam you are set.This recipe is courtesy of my Aunt Karen, where she got it I don't know.Ingredients:1 pound ground beef, browned32 ounce jar of your choice of spaghetti sauce8 ounces of curly

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Well, for those of you who don't know. I really enjoy cooking. Its something that has always been fun for me, but more and more as I grow older. I've decided since it is something I enjoy so much, that I am going to share the recipes that I try as I try them. For tonight, as the dreaded snow flakes fall again, I share with you a simple crock pot recipe of yumminess. This recipe comes from

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Rocky crags crush spiritsHearts brokenMouths emptyBut where?Sugary drinks provideSuccor but tragedy persistsFresh fruits and vegetablesNowhere to be foundDrugs drag down mothersKids ache but numbThemselves with the same drugsBut why?We watch on tvNarrators guide us to pityWe watch, mouths agapeWe call ourselves hungry And fill a plate or bowlWhile images on screen appall usBut where?Sick cycles

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Feeling like the aforementioned crap. There is a wicked virus going around. We had been lucky enough to avoid it until this point. Maggie started this barking cough yesterday. It sounds miserable. By the evening she had a fever of 99.5. By 4:30am she had a fever of 103. We used motrin to bring it down and it worked. By this point my ears are plugged and my throat is throbbing. Yeah for

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I am all for people pursing dreams and goals, finding new jobs, moving, and making big life decisions, as long as it doesn't affect my life. As long as their choices only change things for them, then I am ok. I don't want close friends to move away. I don't want new careers to affect the amount of time I get to hang out with them. I don't want them to marry people I don't like. They can have

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I know that I have pretty much reached the limit of times I'm allowed to say that I am not ready to go back to work. I know that I have Twittered it many times. I've probably said something about it in my Facebook status several times. This is the last time I am going to complain about it. I won't really have any more opportunites as its 8:04pm the evening prior to returning. I am planning

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Below you will find a list of things I like.Foods I really enjoy:My homemade Chicken ChiliAlmost anything with Marinara sauceMy special meatloaf recipeGeorgia chopped pork from Famous Dave'sAranda's Mexican food Chan's Gourmet in AuroraLinda's Pizza in JolietAurelio's Pizza in Joliet (now called Cemeno's)Books I like:See those listed on my blog. You will find them on the right side of the

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I have had wonderful English and Speech teachers over the years who were adamant that one never begin a paper or speech with the following, but bare with me as it has a purpose. A blizzard is defined as: a. a storm with dry, driving snow, strong winds, and intense cold. b. a heavy and prolonged snowstorm covering a wide area. To quote dictionary.com.I ask you then, when is this blizzard coming to

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***May contain information not appropriate for children's or husband's eyes. I have never understood the big deal about boobs. I've never had them. I've always wanted them, but never could afford to purchase my very own pair. I just assumed I would never have them. Then I had kids. And bam! There they are. The unfortunate thing about it is, they aren't really mine. There is a baby

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For years I have struggled with a serious addiction. An addiction to Dr. Pepper. Some of you may read this and laugh, but its true. Those of you addicted to Diet Coke may be able to relate, and I know you are out there because I hear it all the time. I rarely go a day without drinking at least one Dr. Pepper. Whenever I am in Texas, I try to stock up on the Dr. Pepper made with pure cane

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Ok, I, like every other blogger out there, will make short commentary on the passing of 2008 and the entrance of 2009.This year has been a challenge for me professionally and personally. Work was harder this year than it has been in a long time, and I'm not sure that there is a specific solution to make it better. So, I just truck on and hope. Personally, the addition of another child to our

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So I've been thinking, Miles is 3 weeks old already. Its hard to believe that he is almost a month old. This of course, led me to the realization that I only have 3 weeks left at home with the kids. This makes me sad. I know that my schedule is great when it comes to the kids, and that my work is something I enjoy, but I am seriously sad again when I think about leaving him home. Initially

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I would just like to take a moment to update those of you praying for Kaiya. She went home from the hospital, which is a blessing. Continue praying for her as she still has some recovery ahead of her.

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I am taking a minute to reflect on the blessings that I have been given. I am so blessed to have such a beautiful, healthy family. It has struck me even more so in the past couple of days. Recently a friend of a friend's baby was struck with bacterial meningitis. This baby is 10 weeks old, and it has been a terrible time for them. While I don't know them personally, I ache for them, and pray

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Okay, so I know I am a bit of a germaphobe. I like anyone else, hate to be sick. But I think I'm beginning to pass the acceptable level of germaphobia and cross into an unhealthy obssesion. I realize that having a newborn in the house makes it worse, because I worry for him as well as myself. However, I am struggling very much right now. I think that I honestly worry so much about getting

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Miles Jay KeenDecember 6, 20087lb3oz 18 inchesPerfectly perfect and totally natural. Thats right. I'm a rock star. So I guess I wasn't totally crazy.

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So yesterday's contractions turned out to be nothing. Then of course around 1 am today, they come back with a vengance. They are a bit more intense, and I'm actually considering waking Jeremy up and making him get up with me just in case. I don't want to be dumb though and over think every thing. I never went into the hospital with false labor with Maggie, so I feel sort of silly getting so

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So I am not sure I remember what labor feels like. I'm afraid I'll miss it somehow. Like I'll just be so busy that I won't realize its happening. Until I woke up at like 3am this morning with some definite contraction action going on. Now, I'm not sure that I'm actually in labor, but the contractions are strong enough that they are waking me up in the middle of the night, and that says

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So I am really proud of myself. I made my first Thanksgiving meal here in my home. I cooked a turkey. Made stuffing, corn pudding, green bean casserole, jello, rolls, sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie. My mother in law made the mashed potatoes, and it turned out great! We stuffed ourselves and have plenty of leftovers, as it should be! Yeah for me, all of this being about 9 months pregnant. I

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I can't help but keep thinking about the fact that we have an African-American president for the very first time. I am so excited! I am thrilled with the choice for president. I did vote for Obama, and though I knew he was going to be elected, I couldn't have fathomed the real sense of accomplishment until it happened. I know that some people are not happy about the results of the election,

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For those of you that have ever had a migraine headache, you can throw up your hands and give me props now. I had one of my worst EVER yesterday! It left me feeling dead even a day later. Lets not forget the fact that all I can take for the throbbing and wretching mass of tissue that is my brain, is TYLENOL! TYLENOL! Who even invented that stuff, and does it really even do anything? I totally

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My friend shared this on his blog, and it touched me. I felt compelled to share it as well. Enjoy.

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I am all for freedom of speech. I am so thankful that our country allows each individual the right to say and think what they truly want to, with the exception of a couple restrictions by the freedom of information act or whatever. I am glad that people feel so passionately about the election this year. I am hopeful that whomever ends up being president will really try to do the best for the

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So today is my birthday. It has been fairly uneventful. I figured that the best part of the day would be my nap. What nap!? Of all the days for Maggie to not want to take a nap, it had to be today. But anyway, I appreciate all of the love and well wishes from everyone. One of my best friends is bringing carry out Olive Garden to my house so we can watch Grey's and enjoy good food. Jeremy,

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When you are pregnant a second time, it just completely flies by. Currently my count down puts me with 9 weeks left. I'm starting to feel that burst of nesting energy that makes me want to clean and clean and sort and organize and arrange. Then of course, by the time I get halfway into a project, the tiredness gets to me and I need a nap. However, I've much to do before Baby 2 arrives, and if

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So, I've lately had to come to terms with the fact that all of the classic TV shows have to end sometime. How many seasons did 7th Heaven last before they made their final farewell? 11 Seasons. Not the most well-written or acted show, but one that had a special place in my heart. Was I sad to see it end? Yes, I was. Even sadder that they tried to resurrect it after they did the series

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I have to admit that the upcoming election has pushed me through a range of emotions. I have been discouraged by the prospects for our country. I have been hopeful that some sort of change in leadership will be positive for our country. I have been angry at the bashing that passes back and forth from party to party. I have debated in my own mind, and heard others share for whom and why they are

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I am thoroughly frustrated. I have had a sore throat for about 3-4 weeks now. I've been to the doctor and had 2 strep tests. Both were negative. I went back again to the doctor, because this sore throat has been keeping me up at night. So after going back again, what do they tell me? They tell me that it could be a sinus infection, or a virus. The option is to either take an antibiotic or

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I guess I got tagged. Is that the same as punked? I hope not. I am posting the rules as Molly as requested. http://bloggingmollyr.blogspot.com/Here are the rules:1. Link to the person who tagged you.2. Post the rules on your blog.3. Write six random things about yourself.4. Tag six people at the end of your post. (I don't know HOW I will do this!).5. Let each person know that they have been

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So the much anticpated wedding took place yesterday evening. It was a day of mishaps that ended with a beautiful ceremony, a gorgeous bride, and a really fun reception. So now we are halfway through our weekend marathon. Through this trying weekend, what else is going on but a hurricane right smack where our family is in Houston. So say a prayer for Houston, and for the rest of this weekend.

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I spent last night with a bunch of girls in the city doing a bachelorette party old school style. We all met up at the bride's house to park and then went together to Cesar's, home of the killer margaritas. Let's not fail to mention that the Guiness Oyster fest was going on about 2 blocks from her house. Also, I passed by about 3 or 4 different block partys. Suffice it to say, finding parking

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I have to touch on a topic that I have already discussed previously. I have already voiced a major complaint about House of Brides, but I must revisit the topic once again. First let me say that the customer service at House of Brides is far from service. We ordered dresses from them in April, for a wedding scheduled on September 12th. Just before we ordered them, we found out I was pregnant.

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I'm trying to figure out where God is leading me. I think of the words from the song Hosanna:Heal my heart and make it cleanOpen up my eyes to the things unseenShow me how to love like you have loved meBreak my heart from what breaks yoursEverything I am for your kingdoms causeAs I go from earth inEternityI don't know what God wants me to do, but I know he wants me to get more involved. Its a

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So, I am taking a moment to vent on the horrible, terrible, no good service at House of Brides. I begin with the fact that I am in a wedding in September. The 12th to be exact. We ordered the dresses about a month before we found out I was pregnant with number two. So we called them in the nick of time. They told us we had two options, which were both easy. Either come in and try on the

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So something about being pregnant, and something about fall, always makes me nostalgic. Here are some things I keep thinking about that take me back to being a kid, and are comforting. I thought all would be food related, but I found a few that weren't.1. Fall makes me want to bake. Being pregnant makes me want to eat. These two things go hand in hand, and they make me happy. I can't wait

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I can't help it. This is one area where my patriotism shines through, and I cheer for the USA. The OLYMPICS! They are finally here, and I am pumped! I've only been able to watch a little bit so far, but I can't wait to watch Phelps win his gold medals in swimming. I am hopeful for women's basketball. There is so much to be excited about. The opening ceremonies were seriously a ceremonies

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So last night was a rough night for weather. We had some friends over for dinner, and the electricty went out just as we finished eating. It was fun spending some time electronics free with good friends. We had candles lit and just talked and laughed and goofed around. There is nothing like neighbor to neighbor morse code, or disco flashlight dance parties. Granted the electricty was off

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Ok, so I honestly feel that this topic is already getting overdone, but is summer really almost over already? I mean the past couple of nights the weather has been very cool. Almost chilly. I walked through target and had to avoid the school supplies because I'm a junkie when it comes to that stuff. I really wanted to make home-made soup the other day. All I could think about was October and

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I forgot the date. I don't know what that means. The month of July befuddles me. I spend the beginning, dreading the end, but then can't remember the actual date of my mom's death. Her murder. Its terrible to forget, but I don't know if its worse to remember. I had to dig. I had to know in that moment that I forgot. I had to make myself remember. I had to pull out the police report and

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So, we're coming up on the anniversary of my mom's death. I thought that each year it would get easier, but generally speaking, it just doesn't. At least now, more of the memories and thoughts are happy moments that I reflect on, instead of pure sadness. I miss her as much as ever, though I obviously don't let it rule my life. Something about July makes me anxious and sad. Yesterday a young

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Today we went and bought some vegetable plants from a local nursery. The lady was so glad they were wanted in time to plant, that she gave them to us for free. She said that she was just happy to see them get a home, because if they weren't planted soon they were going to go to waste. I'm not sure if they will take, but if they do, we'll have some heirloom tomatoes, butternut squash, zucchini,

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Ok, so this could be a touchy topic for people, and I encourage you to comment if you wish, but also recommend that you not read the following entry if you are either vehemently feminist or extreme on the opposite end of the spectrum. That forewarning being said, we delve into touchy issues that may upset anyone that might read this post.So, I was driving home from work, and happened to be

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So I am considering the strange idea of indoor vermicomposting. I know it may sound weird, but basically you can build an indoor composting system using redworms. It may gross some people out, but it sounds really easy. You just use two smallish rubbermaid bins, drill some holes, add some newspaper and a handful of dirt, and then add vegetable and fruit kitchen scraps as you make them. The

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So I have a bad habit of starting things and never finishing them. Ok, maybe not necessarily finishing them, per say, but I have a bad habit of starting hobbies, and then getting bored with them. I have a sewing machine in my garage that I was never really able to learn to sew on, because no one I knew, knew how to show me and was available at my whim to show me whenever I needed them to. I

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Ok, so I am extremely aware that it has been ages since my last post. I have also been extremely aware of many other such unenjoyable things in my life. However, I spent my last post complaining about all my pregnancy symptoms, so I will spend this post trying to focus on something else. I'm not sure there is anything else. . . Needless to say, when I was pregnant with Maggie, I thoroughly

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So, I really don't want to turn into one of those complainy pregnant women, no offense to anyone out there that may be, may have been, or may have been labeled one at some point in their lives. I have to say though, that I really really enjoyed my first pregnancy. I was not throwing up, which is a thumbs up in my book. I do recall being very tired, but not as emotional as I am this time either

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The picture says it all. I feel yucky, but I hope that it will be worth it.

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I am tired. I don't want to cook. I don't want to eat. I don't want to go to the grocery store. I don't want to do laundry. I don't want to do the dishes. I don't want to sweep the floor. I don't want to go outside and play. I want to rest.

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