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Well it's that time of year again.I was looking through some pages on the Internet trying to find some fun family traditions and thought that I would share a few that I found. The first one below is one that our family did when our girls were little. It varied from year to year depending on what we could find around the house or in the refrigerator.1. At our house on Christmas Eve, we like to

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How many times have you tried to make a deal with God?....If I only had...a better house, a better job, lived somewhere else? Won the lottery? Why aren't we content with what we have?I suppose if we were content with what we have we would feel somehow stuck. I think as I get older I'm beginning to feel OK with being stuck. Years ago I felt like I needed to compete with someone. I'm not sure who

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Ok..This is a from a past newsletter also....5 years ago. So I've moved and moved back...and now have been married twenty years. I'm no longer making toothpick art projects with my kids...just writing checks!....enjoy young moms.I'm at that point in my life where I am having a hard time defining myself. I can easily say that I am a mother, I have the stretch marks to prove it. I can also say that

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This is something I wrote a couple of years ago but would like to re post in honor of my sister. Kimber Le Hurt, the best sister a girl could ever have, passed away one year ago today from breast cancer.October is National Breast Cancer awareness month. I didn't know this fact until I found myself writing up a flyer for a fundraiser to help my sister with her own battle with breast cancer. It's

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Ok, So I think I'm starting to piss my mother off (big surprise there!) She called yesterday while I was talking with a friend on the deck and I noticed from the caller ID that it was her. I was tempted not to pick it up......No! this is not going to be a SAD story....please continue....(Let me give you a little bit of background here..fast... When my sister got sick and put in the hospital, I

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The high school girls were just here.They all came into my life many years ago, at different times and in some way changed my world. We tried make-up for the first time together, shared secrets about crushes and shared details about first kisses. We fought like crazy at certain times over the years, but luckily I cant remember any of them.We came together as if no time had passed. And it was

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Just a little look and you knew what my mother was thinking. Most of the knowledge I have about motherhood came to me from visual clues that I received through my life. A little wink, a glare across a room full of people, a smile that lights up her eyes.A feeling of love warmed me as I glanced at mother from the front of the church on my wedding day. The wet tears which swelled in her eyes as

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Do you ever find yourself standing in the middle of a room with a list of things to do rattling around in your brain? I do, all the time. For some reason you just cant get yourself to start moving. Should you fold the laundry? do the dishes? Clean the floor? I think the cat litter box needs to be cleaned....are dust bunnies real?...bed sure looks cozy...I think this time of year is when that

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Many people go on journeys. You can set out to the Grand Canyon or climb your way to the top of a mountain. Your scariest journey may just be walking down the isle on your wedding day...lolI feel like I have been on a journey for a number of years, one that I have yet to find the end of. My journey is in faith.I know that this journey is never ending. I realize the path has numerous twists

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Last nights Nebraska game against Missouri got me thinking....What makes a good fan? Not just a "Oh the games on tonight..." fan, but a die hard, chew your nails...decked out in your teams colors..ignore your children fan?I grew up in Nebraska. If your from Nebraska then you know that's all it takes to be a "Cornhusker Fan." If your out on a game day anywhere in the state you can hear the game

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Life goes on. It seems like there is no possible way that a month has passed since my sister passed away. It seems like yesterday or at least last week that the entire family was sleeping by her bedside and scattered around the waiting room into the wee hours of the night (or nights)Life has continued.Her beautiful youngest daughter is continuing to blossom with pregnancy, her oldest just got

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As the breezes blowlife shiversit settlesthe leaves lay scatteredlifeIce Pellets fall like needleslife hidesit meltsa new seasonlifeThe sun shineslife blossomsit growsfruit emerges newlifeThe sun shines from the heavenslife is newlandscapes changethe pain is now memorieslife

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Ok, So its been awhile...a long while....It seems sometimes that life decides to throw everything at you at once. Happiness, sadness, death and change. Sometimes you just want to kick life in the ass but its to busy kicking yours. Im sure Im not the only one who has had moments in life like this and Im sure others have had worse...Moving to a different state, not knowing anyone, kids pissed at

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Oh...What a month its been...to bad I cant go into the details. Somethings you just cant put into words.So...I'm back. I'm still waiting for spring to emerge..its seems like its taking forever. I think I spend have of my time waiting for something. Waiting for the alarm clock to go off even though I have been up for an hour staring at the blinking numbers. Waiting for the dog to slowly make

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You know when you wake up and you can feel that the day is just not going to go as planned? I had one of those mornings and I was right! It feels so good to be validated sometimes...I woke up to one pissed of teenager and another refusing to go to school...again. I proceeded to argue and fight and lower myself to there level for a short time and then just gave up. Some days you just have to give

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OK, so 39 isn't that bad so far. I only have one child who refuses to go to school this morning, there was no hot water to take a early shower and the dog just tried to bite off my hand while I was trying to remove a sanitary napkin from his mouth. Yeah, its going good so far. ( do other peoples dogs do this? Its a very common occurrence here, very disgusting I might add)Its so nice that

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I was sitting here the other day and was watching one of the now infamous "What Not To Wear" shows. (First I looked around to make sure that there wasn't a hidden camera somewhere up in my plants, hidden amongst the dust bunnies) I retied my over sized sweats, rolled up my husbands sleeves on his old sweatshirt, and settled down to watch them slam some more people on their fashion choices.As I

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We, meaning my husband and myself, started our latest project this weekend. We ripped out the entire entry floor and bathroom......ceramic tiles suck. It wasnt near as bad as we thought it was going to be..and very theraputic.After a few trips to the local Home Depot store Tim began ripping up the tile. I have to say its pretty cool watching your husband get all grimy and dirty doing manual

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I just went yesterday and put in the order for my oldest daughters Senior pictures..Ugh.I have a Senior. When did she grow up? When people tell you that your kids grow up fast and to enjoy every moment, believe them. It doesn't seem like she has been on this earth for almost eighteen years. It just seems like yesterday.... (I wont go there, don't worry)It has been a adventure watching her grow up

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I suffer from depression. Yes, and I'm not afraid to say that I take medication also. I also get panic attacks if I am not on medication. But taking medication makes me depressed, because I don't like to think that I am living a medicated life. It is a crazy situation.Its funny that over the years it has become more common for people to talk about depression, anxiety, low self esteem and

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Ok, Shon you got it...The roller rink....oh what sweet memories. I would think that about everyone I knew growing up would remember Skateland. And if you didn't have a Skateland, I'm sure you had a Skate Palace or Skate World or something...I think my friends and I spent most of our pre-teen years plus...skating. Panda party's, the dreaded couple skate, the slimy bathroom floors, the greenish

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Ok, just so we get this straight..I am a work in progress.I told my husband today that I would start going to the gym tommorrow and start getting on the treadmill or the elliptical. We need to find a common interest so when he comes home on the weekends we have something that we can do together. Its really sad that we both dont like to shop.He has been running for about six months now and has

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I was talking to a friend of mine last night who had read my last blog entry about NOT turning forty. She said the funniest thing that was so true....She said that she feels twenty-five all day until she gets out of the shower naked and looks in the mirror! How true is that?! Why is it so hard for woman to accept their bodies? Im supposed to be teaching my daughters to love theirs, to respect

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I was looking in the mirror the other day and I noticed that I'm not twenty five anymore. Why didn't someone tell me?I had my mom on the phone last night and she started laughing telling me that shewas in the store trying to find me a birthday card and was looking at the "Forty!" cards...I'm NOT turning FORTY! She said she started laughing in the aisle when she also realized that I'm NOT turning

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Old friends can be great, new friends can be great, but sometimes there is that one friend who steps into our lives and changes it forever. I think everyone needs a friend like this in their lives. One who blows in and changes sometimes the way you dress, you talk and how you think about yourself. This is only a good thing of course if your life needs a change.Quite a few years ago I made my

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I was lying in bed last night and thought of something that I really thought would be neat to share with you today. I was going to get up and make sure I put all my thoughts directly on paper. It was such a great idea that when I told myself that I should really get up and write it down so I wouldn't forget, I thought to myself " you wont forget this, its just to damn good!"I forgot. But, I swear

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I love February! It's not just because I get mushy cards from my kids and if I'm lucky a romantic surprise from my husband either. Its because I consider this month the biggest "teaser" month of the calendar. By "teaser" I mean, one day its -10 degrees and the next day its 40. You might ask, "Why then would she love this?" Well I haven't quite figured that out either. I think its because it

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Let me start out by saying that I live in a great neighborhood. I have great neighbors and I have met a lot of great friends. Everybody is just great!Now, for that famous little word, "but..."But, have you ever noticed that a neighborhood is like a time warp back to high school? You get sucked into all the gossip whether it's good or bad. You have grown women and men complaining about the

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I am not an ENGLISH major, so please forgive my bad grammar...and typo'sI'm a mother of three girls. I have a problem.Trial and error is the direction I am going in at the moment. I have picked up many books (most of them half read) to try to give me some kind of insight into the complexities of raising three girls who are so totally different. I know that what works with one will not necessarily

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