tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91134151056214413702024-03-13T15:02:47.702-07:00Life~Love~Laughter~LoriApostate Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10084127250008331678noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-13572440383939617842012-06-17T10:27:00.000-07:002012-06-17T10:27:15.241-07:00This Man. Take Two.<h3>I wrote this for my dad in 2009 for his birthday. I thought that being that today is Father's Day, it was a great post to "recycle" :) </h3><br />
<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410769697131249810" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswQAkSNhV3jIz3lqspirejwFI0LLiL2xWDf0BypW9Vl3a1an-d1ImMIZ1ZFgFJL9tTXF2MZKZM-OqAJR4PLMLd9EaWBmEkzC8rlMd4tUPs0hG663ut7FtD2UXW8rQDMGYyr6yh-DbvgA/s400/img078+%283%29.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 390px;" />This man. . .<br />
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He (with the help of my mother) gave me life.<br />
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He changed my diaper.<br />
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He watched me learn.<br />
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He watched me grow.<br />
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He watched me succeed.<br />
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He watched me fail.<br />
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He spent countless hours worrying about me and probably many more hours being frustrated with me.<br />
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He made me ice cream shakes when I was sick, scrambled eggs with salsa when I was hungry, wiped my tears when I sad.<br />
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He tickled me until it made me cry. </div><br />
<div align="left">He sang songs to me.</div><div align="left"><br />
He was there when I graduated from high school.<br />
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He was there when I got married.<br />
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He was there to welcome each of my five children, his grandchildren, with open arms.<br />
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He is a role model.<br />
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He loves me for me.<br />
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He is my dad.<br />
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<b>Happy Father's Day, Dad! May you have all the happiness you deserve and then some!</b><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><b><span style="font-size: 180%;">I love you!!!</span> </b><span style="color: black;">Thanks for always being there.</span></span></div>L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-65425336392315190612012-02-14T21:14:00.000-08:002012-02-14T21:14:19.598-08:00Just Not the Same. . .I just don't feel like myself when I don't write. There is something so therapeutic about writing, at least for me. It is a way to take all of the thoughts and feelings that I have and put them down where I can read them in black and white. A place where I can examine the words and understand a little bit more about what they mean and how I feel. <br />
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I have had a lot of changes in my life the last several months. So what else is new, right? But some of the changes have really made me stop and think about who I really am and what path my life is supposed to take. Even at the age of 42, I still don't feel like I have life figured out. Maybe I never will.<br />
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Over the past 6 months, I have had to learn how to be a full-time working mom again. This transition has not been easy. The guilt I have felt about not being here for my kids has been powerful. Sometimes all consuming. I feel like even though they are not little kids that I am still abandoning them in some way. I am no longer here when they come home. I am no longer available for them during the day. If they forget lunch money, oh well. If they forgot their homework, too bad. The worst part is knowing that my youngest is home every single day for several hours after school until someone else gets home. I realize that he is not a baby, but I just hate that I am not here. The other side to the guilt is the fact that even when I am here, I am so emotionally and physically drained that I am no good as their mother even when I am home. I hate it. I really need to find some kind of balance in my life. I long for it.<br />
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It is kind of funny because I remember having such a struggle 19 years ago when I quit working to stay at home and raise my kids. I REALLY struggled the first several months. I had been working full time since I was 16 years old and to all of a sudden be a stay-at-home mom was a shock to my system. There were times when I would sit and cry because I just wanted to get out of the house and have a break so bad I couldn't stand it. There were months when I really wanted to go back to work. After a while I settled in and realized that being home was where I wanted and more importantly needed to be. I always figured I would go back to school at some point and start working again, but that seemed so far away. Now here I am working again and wishing I could go back to staying home. Why is it the grass always seems to be greener on the other side?<br />
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I am hoping that I will settle into a working routine again soon and that the guilt will subside. I know we need the extra income and I know I have student loans that need to be paid off, so I will somehow make it work. I think that it won't be so bad if I could just figure out how to work less hours each week. Work has consumed my life to the point where I have no life besides my work. It is all encompassing and I miss having a life outside of my job. I have literally worked 6-7 days a week since August. I am frustrated. I am burned out.<br />
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The other part of the changes in my life is what I like to refer to as "family drama". I won't mince words here: family drama sucks! Besides the fact that work is consuming me, I have had to deal with this roller coaster of emotions on the family drama train and I really need off the ride. As horrible as it sounds, I just don't have it in me to play the games and to be sucked into the drama that has been created by a really stupid situation. Life is too short to be in a constant state of upheaval and drama. I just don't want any part of it. I would rather wash my hands of the situation and move on then to play into the drama and the games. It may sound harsh, but I just cannot continue to be hurt over and over again. At some point enough is enough. The lies have to stop. The talking about each other behind each others backs needs to end. Holding onto the past and bringing it up over and over needs to quit. Oh, and by the way, just for the record, I am not the person I was at age 12, or 15, or even age 30. None of you have gotten to know me in many, many years, so please do not make assumptions about who I am or what I may or may not feel or be thinking. You really don't even know me, and you have chosen NOT to know the real me. You know a person who you think I was many years ago, not the person I am today. <br />
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Whew! That was a lot of unloading! I guess that is what happens when you keep so much bottled up inside for such a long period of time.<br />
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I realize that everything I wrote is just for me. It won't benefit anyone else, but boy does it feel good to let it out.L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-75358443443891764332012-01-01T22:14:00.000-08:002012-01-01T22:14:20.954-08:00Hello? Anybody There?Wow! How is it even possible that I haven't uttered a single word on my blog since July? There have been so many times that I wanted to write. Honest! I have had so many thoughts and feelings running through this brain of mine and sometimes the only way to get them out and to make sense of it all is to write it down. It just seems that no matter how hard I tried to find a minute or two to write, I just didn't have the time. Finishing up my ELED degree and starting a new job kind of kicked my butt the last few months.<br />
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2012 is here! I can hardly believe it. The whole holiday season went by and it never felt like the holiday season one bit. I wish it had. I miss the days of getting so excited to pull out the decorations, set up the tree, and wrap all of the gifts to put underneath it. This year I didn't even want to set up a tree at all! In the end, my middle son made sure that the tree and a few decorations were put up.<br />
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Christmas was fun. My kiddos were spoiled much more this year than in the past few. Things financially have been so difficult for us since our horrible, horrible 2009-2010 experiences. Honestly, I would just like to forget that those two years ever took place. Unfortunately for us, we will have a constant reminder of those years while we continue to put the pieces back together. Sigh. Oh well, things are definitely looking up for 2012!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Highlights of 2011</span></b><br />
<ul><li>I lost 36 lbs. WAHOO! Stress and watching what I eat played a large role in that. In 2012, I want to lose 4 more pounds and start running again :)</li>
<li>No major surgeries or injuries to report from anyone in my household! It's a MIRACLE!</li>
<li> I FINALLY, yes, FINALLY graduated with my Bachelors in Elementary Education with an ESL endorsement!!! It seems surreal, but I did it!!! And, can I brag for just a minute? I will be graduating with a 3.9 cumulative GPA. It was a lot of hard work, but worth it.</li>
<li>I got my first teaching job. I get to teach 25 fifth graders each and every weekday :) Sometimes I think that they teach me more than I will ever teach them.</li>
<li>My hubby got a new job assignment that puts him home more. Which is great because with the hours I am working right now, I could use all the help I can get around the house and with the kiddos!</li>
<li>My oldest son started college! HOORAY! I have been hoping for 2 years that he would start and he finally did!</li>
<li>We didn't move! You would have to understand how many moves we have had over the years to know how fabulous that truly is! It was so nice to stay put! We will actually celebrate 2 years in our home in March. Gotta love that! If we can make it passed 3 years and 4 months here, that will be the longest I have EVER lived anywhere in my ENTIRE life! Yes. True.</li>
</ul>Those are just a few of the highlights that I can think of. I am sure that there are many, many more. 2011 was definitely an improvement over the two prior years and so here is hoping 2012 will be even better!!!<br />
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Watch for 2012 resolutions to be posted soon! :)L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-46244745731183024782011-07-31T23:38:00.000-07:002011-07-31T23:38:13.063-07:00Service.Wow! It has been a while since I have updated. It isn't because I don't want to, or because I don't have anything to say. Believe me, I always have something to say. I have just been so busy with school and with getting ready for the school year to start, that I haven't actually taken the time to sit down and write.<br />
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Today in my Sunday School class, the lesson was on Service. The feeling you get from helping someone else with no expectations in return is pretty great. As I pondered the lesson, I thought of a feeling that is even greater than serving others. What is it? Well, I think the most satisfaction I have ever had from the gift of service is when I witness my own children doing it. Watching them give freely of their time and helping others is a feeling like no other.<br />
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A couple of weeks ago my son was driving by a girl who was stranded on the side of the road. She had her hood up and was standing there looking lost. He stopped and asked her if she needed help. At first she said she didn't. He asked her if she was sure that she didn't need help. Well, come to find out this girl had just moved here from out of state. She is getting ready to start college and doesn't know anyone in town. She had run out of gas and did not have anyone she could call for help. She also did not have any money to put gas in her tank. My son took her and used his own money to fill her tank. As they were standing there filling the tank, the girl started to cry. She said that the following day was her birthday and that this was the best birthday gift that she could ever hope for. She was touched by my son's generosity and by the fact that he was willing to help a stranger.<br />
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My son has no expectations for repayment of the gas. He just sincerely wanted to help someone who was in a bind and needed help. This isn't the first time he has done something like this. As a mom, when you see your children do unselfish things and give the gift of service whether it be to someone they know and love, or to a complete stranger, it makes you stop and think that maybe, just maybe somewhere along the way you have done something right as their mother.L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-12451994103225606842011-06-20T16:22:00.000-07:002011-06-20T16:22:59.764-07:00Will You???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34iL3aL2wJasx_nlG0hgvilYXNZW-ToSt6I34i3ovoQZYZT-FOBKHUhEbkey7KFmpGhbHL9NIEy0W661n2D-c9ULxUYIZ46KOOqA0k_LWy88WJg0ANsmz6Z7dH92VLPlS0WMGMjknUQA/s1600/Will+You%253F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34iL3aL2wJasx_nlG0hgvilYXNZW-ToSt6I34i3ovoQZYZT-FOBKHUhEbkey7KFmpGhbHL9NIEy0W661n2D-c9ULxUYIZ46KOOqA0k_LWy88WJg0ANsmz6Z7dH92VLPlS0WMGMjknUQA/s640/Will+You%253F.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br />
Why does a body like <i><b>that</b></i> have to be SO hard to have after the age of 40? *SIGH*<br />
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Okay, so I may never look like that, but at least I can get my body into shape, right? Diet, exercise, and discipline. <br />
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All I want is to feel good and to be able to run again! I have been dealing with plantar fasciitis for a while now and so there has been NO running for me :( I think I am FINALLY ready to start up again though. As long as I take it slow and don't over train, hopefully I will be able to run my favorite 10K race again this Fall!!! That is the plan :) :) :)L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-55376035979453136532011-06-12T18:36:00.000-07:002011-06-12T18:36:28.824-07:00Childhood Memories of 1400 N.At first I thought I was going to write a poem. Then I decided that I would just write all the memories I could think of that were tied to this childhood home. Maybe someday I will take the list and make a poem, or write a story. For now the random list will do. They are in no particular order. I just wrote down what came to mind as it came to mind.<br />
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<b><u>901 W 1400 N</u></b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Light Blue Ford<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Gold Mustang<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Ericksen's</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jay</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bell</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jennie</div><div class="MsoNormal">Matt</div><div class="MsoNormal">Baby Bryan</div><div class="MsoNormal">Barefeet</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Hones<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Picking dandelions<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Finding ladybugs by the stream<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Searching for four leaf clovers</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sledding down derby hill<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Biking down derby hill<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Gene Elliot Dance Studio<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Lions Park<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Miniature Golf Course<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Candy from the Golf Shack<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Nortons<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Hawkins<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Grandview Hill<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Grandview Elementary<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Week Day Primary<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Getting my first bike</div><div class="MsoNormal">Learning to ride a bike without training wheels<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Riding Bikes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Getting stitches<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Bandit<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Scruffy<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Tiger<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Big Blue Station Wagon<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Blue Toyota Corolla Wagon<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Orange Truck<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Running through the sprinklers<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Calling on the phone to find out the outside temperature</div><div class="MsoNormal">Playing dress up<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The red lace dress</div><div class="MsoNormal">The light blue lace dress</div><div class="MsoNormal">Playhouse<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Birthday parties<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Clothes hanging on the line to dry<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Camping at Deer Creek<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Fishing<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Heber Creeper</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sandbox<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Geneva Park<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Geneva Steel</div><div class="MsoNormal">Starting Kindergarten</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mrs. Hawkins</div><div class="MsoNormal">Starting 1st Grade</div><div class="MsoNormal">Miss Webb</div><div class="MsoNormal">Starting 2nd Grade</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shag carpet<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Deer Jerky<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Big Wheels<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Riding inchworm<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Hippity Hops<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Homemade wood stilts<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Dr. Nance<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Dr. John<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Christmas House<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Nanette’s Beetle<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Donny Osmond<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Purple socks<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">GI Joe<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Lone Ranger<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Tonto<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Sunshine Family<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Climbing the lattice arch on the patio<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Dunns<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Olsens<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Clarks<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Hotel Balderdash<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Santa Clause delivering gifts</div><div class="MsoNormal">Perfection</div><div class="MsoNormal">Superfection</div><div class="MsoNormal">White fireplace</div><div class="MsoNormal">Crystal Swag Lamps</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Rubber Boots</div><div class="MsoNormal">Polaroids</div><div class="MsoNormal">Turquoise Jumpsuit with Red Zipper</div><div class="MsoNormal">Baby Sister</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dad's Guitar</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pleather Furniture</div><div class="MsoNormal">July 4th Parade at BIC Building</div><div class="MsoNormal">The "Limp"</div><div class="MsoNormal">Grandma moving from Colorado</div><div class="MsoNormal">Downtown JC Penney</div><div class="MsoNormal">New Kitchen Window</div><div class="MsoNormal">Losing my best friend to Orem</div><div class="MsoNormal">New neighbors</div><div class="MsoNormal">St. Bernards</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I realize this list means nothing to anyone else but me. It was pretty fun to see how many things I could think of from SO LONG ago :) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><!--EndFragment-->L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-65549220409841554342011-06-06T21:55:00.000-07:002011-06-06T21:55:33.007-07:00Summer?Is it Summer? Really? I think I have forgotten what the FUN days of Summer are supposed to be! Last Summer was spent dealing with Jake's head injury. Time in Primary Children's. Back and forth for check ups after he was released from the hospital, and trying to get settled in our new home. There was no vacation. No down time. No fun.<br />
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This Summer isn't much different. I have been so busy getting ready to teach 5th grade next year that I haven't had time to do anything fun. Nada. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. <br />
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To top it off, I only have 12 short days of freedom left before I am back attending another class at the college. Then I will be trying to get ready for next school year while doing homework and attending class. What kind of a Summer is that? Not much of one!<br />
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I find life a bit funny right now. You see, my FAVORITE thing to do is travel. I love leaving town and exploring other places. . .wanna know something sad? I haven't been on any kind of vacation (short or otherwise) since January 2009. What is up with that? HECK, I haven't even left the city I live in for an overnight trip of any kind since I went to the scrapbook expo in March! What the? Man, my life is BORING!<br />
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I think I am feeling a bit antsy. I wish I had the time and the resources to take off and do something fun. We used to try and take a family vacation of some sort every year. We haven't done that in so long that I think my kids have forgotten what a family vacation is!!! <br />
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Oh well, enough of the pity party. I must remember to be thankful for what I have and not worry about what I don't have. Right? Right!<br />
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I think I must be getting a little stir crazy. Too much time working and not enough time playing. It will all be worth it after I graduate in December. Right???L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-6298268423181974412011-05-18T08:09:00.000-07:002011-05-18T08:09:32.076-07:00One Step Closer. . .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOlUlkAjniOHiA9jjWt-WMZHXlNFYuU_2oxQCCzK9N55Gt83H6Th6fB6_2vzbkQ4kbaHSwY9_B8EiIJmYaUE5qPm0txRCYsa_uTHAywRI3HnFeyBz0tVXPGBNa5bnislhhqygYq5V2yY/s1600/A-step-forward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOlUlkAjniOHiA9jjWt-WMZHXlNFYuU_2oxQCCzK9N55Gt83H6Th6fB6_2vzbkQ4kbaHSwY9_B8EiIJmYaUE5qPm0txRCYsa_uTHAywRI3HnFeyBz0tVXPGBNa5bnislhhqygYq5V2yY/s320/A-step-forward.jpg" width="201" /></a></div>One step closer to being done with my journey to my bachelors degree. It is exciting and strange all at the same time. It has been a long process with a lot of starts and stops along the way. At times I wondered if I would ever be done, now there is finally light at the end of the tunnel.<br />
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I officially have 2 classes and student teaching until I am finished with my degree. My degree will be a Bachelors in K-6 Elementary Education with an ESL (English as a Second Language) Endorsement. It almost doesn't seem real that I am so close to being done.<br />
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The crazy part about all of this? Well, I won't ever student teach. How? The school district had 3 internship positions open up for next school year. I decided to go ahead and apply (even though I felt the odds were against me getting a position). I applied, and I was awarded one of the 3 positions. I will officially be teaching a 5th grade class next school year. I was in shock for about a week. Even though I am extremely nervous, I think it will be a great opportunity to learn and grow in the teaching profession.<br />
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Because of my internship, I have to take one of my two remaining classes this summer. Between that and getting ready for next school year, I won't have much of a summer break, but it should all be worth it in the end.<br />
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It is hard to believe that I am so close to actually having a real diploma in my hands. . .L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-32040461213135479332011-05-16T23:00:00.000-07:002011-05-16T23:00:30.839-07:00YES, Indeed!Sometimes I just see a quote or something that catches my eye and have an "Ahhh, ha, moment". They just seem to fit so well for that time in my life. When they do, I just have to share them :)<br />
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So, I was going through my blog, and I realized that I haven't even blogged about all the changes going on for me this Fall! What? Well, watch for a post about my exciting news coming up soon :)L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-56513387870150747692011-05-01T06:47:00.000-07:002011-05-01T06:47:47.882-07:00This Girl. Take Two.Quite some time ago I did a post called, "This Girl" that was inspired by another post I had read on another blog. For my LA class, we had to write a personal narrative, my mind immediately thought of that blog post. I decided to give the original post an overhaul and turn it in for my assignment. Here is what I came up with. . .<br />
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</style> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">This girl.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">She is as <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">complicated</span></strong> as an algebraic equation, as faceted as a diamond, and as <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">colorful</span></strong> as a rainbow peeking through the clouds after a summer rainstorm.<br />
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A Wonderer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A Silent Musician. A Creator of what she considers <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">art</span></strong>. Her eyes see things others do not. Books fuel her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her husband and children complete her. She is who she is without apologies.<br />
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She has <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">hopes</span></strong><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">, </b><strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">dreams</span></strong>, and <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ambitions</span></strong>. . .never told to others, because of the fear that if they are spoken, they may never come true.<br />
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She learns. She grows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She makes mistakes, and then she tries again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, oh how she hates making mistakes! <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Perfection</span></strong> is unattainable; yet, still something she strives for. Perfection frustrates her, complicates her life, and makes her wish that sometimes she could just be free from its bonds. She knows that no one is perfect and is harder on herself than anyone else would ever be. Perfection is her greatest fault, yet one of her driving forces, and one of her greatest assets. Perfection is her <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">double-edged sword</span></strong><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">.</b><br />
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She is a <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">friend</span></strong>. A <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">confidant</span></strong>. A <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">great listener</span></strong>. People come to her with problems, and she sincerely cares and wants to help. A loyal friend is one she will cherish for a lifetime. A friend she can <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">laugh</span></strong> with, or cry with, will capture her heart forever.<br />
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Alone time <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">rejuvenates</span></strong> her, and gives her time to sort out life’s complications; lets her remember who she is and what she believes. <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Reflections</span></strong> on the past, <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ambitions</span></strong> for the future, being happy with the here and now; they all make up who she is when she stands in front of the mirror and looks at herself staring back at her.<br />
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She <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">loves</span></strong> to photograph, but <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">despises</span></strong> being photographed. She finds <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">comfort</span></strong> behind the camera and<strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">apprehension</span></strong> in front of it. She has constant <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">dreams</span></strong> of traveling the world, meeting people from all cultures, learning from them, learning about them, and calling them her friends.<br />
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Wrinkles, age spots, and an occasional gray hair, remind her that <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">40</span></strong> came far too quickly, and she cannot run or hide from it. She still feels 20 something, no matter what her driver’s license says. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">She never wants to feel old. She has seen what time can do. . .forgotten memories lost to Alzheimer’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The confusion and frustration in the eyes of her grandmother, as her only son became a stranger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Time can be brutal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knows age can erase a lifetime of celebrations, and leave you wondering who you are. <br />
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She smiles often, sometimes even when she doesn’t want to, and sometimes to mask the pain she feels inside. Cherished moments fill her thoughts: the miracle of birth, unconditional love, <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">and hope</span></strong> for the future. Seeing the glass half-full, even when it isn’t always easy.<br />
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She is a person who genuinely loves life; l<strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">aughs</span></strong> as often as possible; tries to find the good when there only seems to be bad. She knows that when life hands you lemons, you make<strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">lemonade</span></strong>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">She is layered. Layers that are hidden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Layers that are shared. Some simple, some serene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some deep, some complex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some that she understands, some that she wishes she could peel away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Layers she has yet to uncover, even to herself.<br />
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This girl?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This girl is <strong><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-weight: normal; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">me</span></strong>: hoping, laughing, dreaming, living. A voyage of self-discovering; an awakening as to who I am, and who I want to be. </span><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"></span></div>L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-16297144985877177032011-04-18T11:36:00.000-07:002011-04-18T11:37:55.690-07:00Coupon Mania!Yep. I have jumped on the coupon bandwagon. I know. I know. I really do know how some people feel about "couponers". I was the same way myself. I thought it wasn't worth the effort and I thought that only "poor" people used coupons. Boy was I wrong on both accounts!<br />
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I have only been using coupons since the first of March. So, it is all pretty new to me. However, I have to say that I am AMAZED at how much money I save. Actually, I am pretty darn mad that I have EVER paid full price for some of the items I have paid full price for over the years!<br />
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Today was pretty fun. I ended up scoring 8 FREE bottles of body wash and some other screaming deals!<br />
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Here is my loot from today:<br />
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The retail price of the items I purchased to day was, are you ready for it? It was, $131.72. Yep. In years past, that is exactly what I would have paid for it too.<br />
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Today? Well, today, I paid a total of $23.64. Yes indeed! I saved just over 83% on my purchases today. I am pretty happy about it too :) Especially since none of the stores in my area double coupons. If they did, my total would have been MUCH less than that!<br />
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So, basically I got all of the items above for only $3.69 more than what I would have just paid for the Connect-4 game alone! <br />
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It is definitely the thrill of the hunt when I go shopping now. I try and see how low I can get that total to go before I walk out the door.<br />
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The cashier was pretty impressed today. He gave me my first total, and then when I handed him my coupons and he finished the final total he said, "Holy cow! That's crazy!" I just smiled and left the store thinking about how much money I saved and how my stash at home is growing by the minute at relatively little or no cost to my family. Gotta love that!!!L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-24596510511817146842011-04-07T17:26:00.000-07:002011-04-07T17:29:32.143-07:00Burned Out.The end of this semester is almost here. If I can just hang on for a few more weeks, I will have some FREEDOM (well at least from homework/school)! I am setting my sights on the first week of May, and looking forward to it :)<br />
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Next week is going to be brutal. A week from today will be a small celebration along the road to finals week. I have several large assignments, two large presentations, a professor observing and evaluating me teaching in practicum, some quizzes, and a TON of reading, oh, and let's not forget internship interviews. That list is just what I have to get done for school.<br />
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None of that includes cleaning my house, doing the laundry, fixing meals, grocery shopping, running errands, church calling/responsibilities, and being a wife and mom.<br />
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Just keeping my fingers crossed that May 5th gets here sooner rather than later!!!L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-72088137176731151052011-03-27T19:17:00.000-07:002011-03-27T19:24:07.260-07:00Memories.So, I have a commercial to share. Funny story behind this one. Every time I see it, I cry. I think of my daughter and wonder how it is she grew up so quickly. Now, in a sweet email from my dad, he told me that he thinks of me when he sees it. GREAT! Now I will cry twice as hard when I watch it! I will cry about the thoughts of my own daughter, and then at the thoughts of my own father thinking of me. I guess I will just have to keep a box of tissues handy when I watch TV just in case this commercial comes on! :) <br />
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It is official! This morning marks the one year anniversary of the first morning we woke up in our new home! We closed on the home on March 4, 2010 and slept here that night. Well, more like "camped" here that night! The kids all slept on the floor in sleeping bags, but they loved every second of it!<br />
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It really doesn't feel like it is possible that it has been an entire year since we moved in. I remember the day VERY clearly. The new house smell. The brand new paint. The new carpet. No scuff marks on the walls. Perfection!<br />
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My middle son and I did most of the moving. It was Spring Break, and I worked his tail off helping me get stuff moved in the house. My hubby was out of town working, and we didn't want to wait for him to get home before we started moving. We were WAY too excited to wait!!! My dad also was a huge help getting us moved in. He and "Bones" moved a lot of the big items. All that was left to move in when my hubby got home was the refrigerator, piano, a large armoire, and a few larger garage items :) <br />
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We LOVE it here! There is still a lot of stuff we need to do, like putting in the backyard! But, we have the rest of our lives to get the home just the way we want it!!!L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-63867458073234242662011-02-25T11:46:00.000-08:002011-02-25T11:46:42.287-08:00Happiness.Happiness is a funny thing. I have been thinking about it a lot. There have been so many times in my life when I have attached my happiness to "things". Bigger houses, nicer furniture, newer cars, nice clothes. The funny thing about attaching your happiness to those items is the fact that the happiness they bring is so fleeting. It is new and exciting at first, then that feeling leaves, and it is time to move onto the next "thing" to fulfill the feeling of being happy. <br />
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I remember when we were on the hunt for our home up north, and all I could think about was the home we currently lived in. The home we were living in was a home that in my opinion was pretty homely. Don't get me wrong, we had gutted the entire home and remodeled it. The inside was nice. It wasn't as big as I thought we needed, but I liked it.<br />
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Every time I drove up to the house, I wondered what we could do to make it look more attractive. We covered the ugly wood with nice vinyl, we tore off the old roof and put on a new one, we gutted the entire front yard and added a circular driveway, we painted the front door, we painted the stucco, we tiled the front steps. You name it, we did it. I just could never feel satisfied with how the house appeared on the outside. So, when we were looking for our new house, I had determined in my mind that I would be SO much happier to have a large home with curb appeal. That is what I thought would make us happy. <br />
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So, that is what we found. A 4600 square foot 7 bedroom, 4 bathroom home, with enough curb appeal to satisfy that need I felt for a pretty home. The home had been completely remodeled and was "perfect", or so I thought. We moved in and I loved the house. Well, I loved it at first. Because at first it was filling me with what I thought was the ability to make me happy.<br />
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We ended up disliking the area the home was in. So, I thought, well, "if we could just move this house someplace else, well, then I can be happy". After a few months of living in the home and trying to keep it clean, well, then I thought, "If only this house didn't have a basement, then it would be easier to clean, then I would be happy." The list could go on and on and on of what I thought needed to change about the house and where we lived in order to be happy.<br />
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Things didn't go well with my husband's new job. The entire reason we were buying the new house in the first place was because of his job transfer. He was miserable at work. We were miserable at home. Nothing seemed right. And it wasn't. Why??? Because we were trying to make ourselves believe that our happiness was tied to our "things". New jobs, new homes, new cars. But, those things weren't making us happy. If your "things" aren't bringing you happiness, how do you find a way to be happy?<br />
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I have finally come to a point where I understand that happiness is a choice. A real, honest-to-goodness, choice. Maybe it is getting older and more mature that brought me to this realization, or maybe it is from everything that I have been through the past 3 years that has brought me to this place. I truly believe that I can be happy living in any house, driving any car, wearing any clothes: IF I CHOOSE TO BE! That is the key. No matter what life throws my way, I can still be happy. I don't need material possessions to fill me with happiness, because that is not what true happiness is. I can have a crappy day, and I can still choose to be happy. I can loose most of my material possessions, and I can still choose to be happy. Isn't that great? It certainly makes life so much easier when you start each and everyday choosing how you are going to face it :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">"Often people attempt to live their lives backwards; they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want, so they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want." ~Margaret Young</span> <br />
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"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have." ~Frederick Keonig</span><span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"> </span>L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-31730832624193953042011-02-20T18:51:00.000-08:002011-02-20T18:51:46.729-08:00Just Wondering.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLt2kCgPYpOG7Wxes-I_SqsGTCwh8WnUqmTpCpoDB0_lh73I5PPhuGB1wAZz3EExK7L5h9V6_mtJzJg9i-UlAioU4BiAbLQki_xBMwehMhOxsLwaiEufru6SmE4hByM1m1VJ8E29uwQJc/s1600/exploding+head.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLt2kCgPYpOG7Wxes-I_SqsGTCwh8WnUqmTpCpoDB0_lh73I5PPhuGB1wAZz3EExK7L5h9V6_mtJzJg9i-UlAioU4BiAbLQki_xBMwehMhOxsLwaiEufru6SmE4hByM1m1VJ8E29uwQJc/s400/exploding+head.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Can a brain explode from thinking too long or too hard? Because I think mine is about ready to!<br />
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Midterms are this week. It has taken me most of the day just to finish filling out the information on all of the study guides. This does not include the actually studying part of the study guides. I still need to sit down and see if I can get all of the information on the study guides to actually stick inside this brain of mine. Oh, and it also doesn't include the rest of the homework that is due this week. <br />
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On the bright side. . .midterms means the semester is HALF OVER! Woot, woot! Yay for that!L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-75796781874943428022011-02-19T13:06:00.000-08:002011-02-19T13:06:04.679-08:00Ain't That The Truth?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCx3iyEsnB3PlaadrAdD4SkkCEXkSXEnXxVFnH3RkNyukb5cNe4ZCWJsoc4eoLYuXSJxqGL0-uk1pmiuvyQaxO2oC1OUx40nRnmb4i0bOhJq7BJQJAPLuIfqIj41dVEvEmzw7ccNoqlxY/s1600/Focus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCx3iyEsnB3PlaadrAdD4SkkCEXkSXEnXxVFnH3RkNyukb5cNe4ZCWJsoc4eoLYuXSJxqGL0-uk1pmiuvyQaxO2oC1OUx40nRnmb4i0bOhJq7BJQJAPLuIfqIj41dVEvEmzw7ccNoqlxY/s400/Focus.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I saw this today, it struck me hard. How true is that? The great thing about focus is that it can be for the good or the bad.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I feel like I have been stuck in a rut, and my entire focus is on how stressed out I am with school and life. The more I focus on it, the more stressed I seem to get. So, I have decided that maybe I should shift my focus from how stressed I am with life, to how grateful I am that I am almost done with my degree. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have midterms this week, do you know what that means??? That means that I am HALFWAY through this semester!!! That means that I only have ONE and a HALF semesters left until I graduate!!! :) YAY! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I do after that remains to be seen, but regardless of whether or not there is a job waiting out there for me, I will still have my bachelors degree. No one can take that away from me! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think that I am going to shift my focus from my stress, and instead focus on my diploma that is waiting for me in December. </div>L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-48629054320594907352011-02-13T17:05:00.000-08:002011-02-13T17:05:56.855-08:00I.N.A.V.<div style="text-align: center;">INAV. I just made up my own acronym. What does it stand for?</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I NEED A VACATION! </span></div><br />
Week after week of the same old thing makes me feel like I am going crazy! I feel more and more like I can relate to this:<br />
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Want to know what a day in my life is like? Well, here is a sampling. . .<br />
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<b>Monday</b>- Homework day. This day usually entails about 12 solid hours of homework.<br />
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<b>Tuesday</b>- 7am-2pm college classes. 2pm-4pm preparations for weekly youth activity at my church. 4pm-5pm dinner preparations. 6pm Presidency meeting. 7pm-9pm youth activity. 9pm-11pm homework. Yes, Tuesdays are CRAZY!<br />
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<b>Wednesday</b>- 7am-2pm practicum. 3pm-6pm homework. 6pm-7pm dinner. After dinner- homework (as needed) and catch up on the housework a little bit.<br />
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<b>Thursday</b>- 7am-2pm college classes. 2pm-bed: run the kids where they need to be, start to clean up the mess in the house from the week of craziness. Laundry is usually pretty out of control at this point.<br />
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<b>Friday</b>- Clean house and do laundry all day! It takes me ALL day to get caught back up! Then I pretty much crash and burn after a week of insanity.<br />
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<b>Saturday</b>- Run errands and get ready for the new week.<br />
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<b>Sunday</b>- Church meetings. Homework. Prepare to start the week all over again.<br />
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This has pretty much been my life the past year and a half. Last week I told someone that I feel like my life is like the movie "Groundhog Day", except instead of living the same day over and over, I am living the same week over and over and over and over. . . I am getting burned out. I need a break. I guess that I will have one as soon as Summer gets here.<br />
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Too bad I won't have any money to go and do something fun! Oh well, at least having a break from the monotony of school will be nice.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T_yDWQsrajA" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe>L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-63858539440194608932011-01-23T19:29:00.000-08:002011-01-23T19:29:45.436-08:00Thanks for Your Emails.<div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">My dad forwarded this email to me. Thought I would share. A germ-a-phobe, slighlty OCD person like myself can relate OH SO WELL to this :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">Thanks for your e-mails</span><span style="color: black;"></span></div><div></div><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">As we approach the end of another year, I want to thank you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><b><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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I no longer open a bathroom door</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">without using a paper towel, or have the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I can't use the remote in a hotel room</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed..hmmmm </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I have trouble shaking hands</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><b><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I can't touch any woman's purse</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"></span><b><span style="color: green; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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I MUST ALSO SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">to whoever sent me the one about rat crap in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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ALSO, </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I no longer have any savings</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die for the 1,387,258th time. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I no longer have any money, </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that <b>Bill Gates/Microsoft</b> and <b>AOL</b> are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I no longer worry about my soul </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and <b>St. Theresa's</b> <b>Novena</b> has granted my every wish. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I can't have a drink in a bar</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"> because I'll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><b><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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I can't eat at KFC</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><b><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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I can't use cancer-causing deodorants</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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THANKS TO ALL OF YOU </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><b><span style="color: green; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN,</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I no longer buy </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">gas</span><b><span style="color: navy; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">without taking somone along to watch the car so a serial killer doesn't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up. <br />
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I no longer drink Pepsi or Fanta </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put <b>'Under God' </b>on their cans. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I no longer use Cling Wrap</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face.. disfiguring me for life. <br />
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I no longer go to the movies </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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I no longer go to shopping malls </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">since they are actually Al Qaeda agents in disguise. </span><span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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And </span><b><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 18pt;">I no longer answer the phone</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.</span><span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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I no longer buy cookies from Neiman-Marcus </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">since I now have their recipe. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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THANKS TO YOU </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my ass. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">I can't ever pick up a Quarter dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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I no longer drive my car</span></b><b><span style="color: navy; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because buying gas from some companies supports Al Qaeda, and buying gas from all the others supports South American dictators.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><b><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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I can't do any gardening</span></b><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the </span><span style="color: navy; font-size: 18pt;">Violin Spider </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">and my hand will fall off. </span><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's best friend's beautician . . .. </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><b><span style="color: red; font-size: 18pt;"><br />
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Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #004080; font-size: 18pt;">PS: </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 18pt;">I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.</span></b>L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-35141705530793549712011-01-21T07:18:00.000-08:002011-01-21T07:18:32.123-08:00Life.I really should be given "The Worlds Worst Blogger" award. I have been so bad at updating. I think that there have been so many things going on in my life that I have just felt overwhelmed. <br />
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In November, I went into the doctor for my annual exam. During the exam he told me that I had, "some lumps growing in my uterus". I was promptly sent to a lab to have an ultrasound done. After the ultrasound, my doctor told me that I had one large growth and several small growths in my uterus. I was then referred to another doctor.<br />
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After meeting with the other doctor, he told me that I had one growth that was the size of my uterus, and then others that quarter sized and pea sized. Seriously not words that anyone likes to hear. The "what if's" can drive you crazy. <br />
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They determined that I would need to have surgery to have my uterus removed, and that they would need to biopsy the results. Tumors, biopsies. Again, not words that I ever wanted to have to describe anything going on in my body.<br />
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During all of these doctors appointments, blood work ups, exams, ultrasounds, etc. I was in school. Six classes, 18 credits, plus practicum. We were at the end of the semester. Case studies, observations, research papers, lesson plans, and reading assignments were filling my time, not to mention the fact that finals were just around the corner.<br />
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With the craziness of school, it gave me something other than the tumors to focus on. However, there were time late at night, or when I would first wake up in the morning, the "what if's" would creep in. Some days they would leave as quickly as they came in. Other days the "what if's" would linger just a little bit longer. <br />
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Every now and then I would wonder what I would do if I actually heard the "C" word mentioned after the biopsy. Would I break down? Would I be strong? Would I be able to handle cancer like so many others who I know and love who have had to deal with it? How would it change my life? Would I be here to see my kids graduate from high school? Would I get to see them get married? Would I this? Would I that? Sometimes not knowing was worse than actually knowing.<br />
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My surgery was scheduled for 4 days after I finished finals week and two days before Christmas. Not the best timing, but after 2 months of doctors and tests, I was ready for some answers. <br />
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The day of my surgery came and I was ready to get it behind me. I am not going to lie, I was nervous, but I wanted answers. I needed to know what the next step was.<br />
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The surgery went well. I lost a little bit more blood than they would have liked, which meant I couldn't get out of bed as soon as most people could after surgery. The doctor informed me that I would be a little more tired than normal as my body worked to replenish the excess blood loss. <br />
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I was sent home the night before Christmas Eve. I spent the holidays recovering from surgery, yet still waiting for biopsy results. Two weeks went by and I finally got my results. I did not have cancer. I was relieved. It was really like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I could breath easily again. . .then I thought about other people who don't get the same results as I did. Others who had to deal with hearing they do have cancer. Others who have their entire lives changed upon hearing the "C" word.<br />
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This whole process taught me to laugh a little bit more, focus on the positive, be thankful for what you have, and just enjoy life to the fullest. You just NEVER know what life will throw at you: good, bad, and ugly. If you don't enjoy the process of it all, you will never have to opportunity to live life to its fullest. Life is a special gift. Live it well.<br />
<h3 align="center" class="Subheading">Life</h3><br />
LIFE, believe, is not a dream<br />
So dark as sages say;<br />
Oft a little morning rain<br />
Foretells a pleasant day. <br />
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,<br />
But these are transient all;<br />
If the shower will make the roses bloom,<br />
O why lament its fall ? <br />
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Rapidly, merrily,<br />
Life's sunny hours flit by,<br />
Gratefully, cheerily,<br />
Enjoy them as they fly ! <br />
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What though Death at times steps in<br />
And calls our Best away ?<br />
What though sorrow seems to win,<br />
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?<br />
Yet hope again elastic springs,<br />
Unconquered, though she fell;<br />
Still buoyant are her golden wings,<br />
Still strong to bear us well.<br />
Manfully, fearlessly,<br />
The day of trial bear,<br />
For gloriously, victoriously,<br />
Can courage quell despair !<br />
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-Charlotte BronteL Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-59920147271134780512011-01-02T19:04:00.000-08:002011-01-02T19:04:50.890-08:00GIVEAWAY!I don't normally promote stuff from my <a href="http://www.paisleypassions.blogspot.com/"><b>Paisley Passions blog</b></a> here on my personal blog. . .but, I just wanted to spread the word about a giveaway I am hosting over there.<br />
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It is for a FREE 3 month subscription to E-Mealz.com I have used E-Mealz the past month and LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!!! It will save you time and money! Who doesn't like to save both of those??? You have nothing to lose, so go on over and enter!!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">You'll be glad you did! :)</div>L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-27978648652813046142011-01-01T08:46:00.000-08:002011-01-01T08:46:15.013-08:00Not Gonna Lie.I am not going to lie, 2010 was not the greatest. It was a year of hospitals, surgeries, traumatic brain injury, biopsies, financial hardships, hospital bills and more hospital bills, stress, highs and lows, ups and downs. <br />
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When we survived the trials of 2009, I thought for sure that 2010 just had to be better. . .it really wasn't. However, that being said, it was the year that we were able to build our "forever" home, and for that I will be forever grateful. <br />
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</tbody></table>Why do we call it our "Forever" Home? Well, because this is it. We are done feeling transient. We have moved more than anyone should ever have to move in a lifetime. This home will be our home base from now until we are no longer alive. The sacrifices we made to get this home and the humbling circumstances that occurred in order to build it, have helped us realize that no matter what life throws at us, this will always be home. <br />
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My kids will finish growing up with this as their home. My grandkids will visit me here. Memories will be made here, and soon the trials and tribulations of 2009-2010 will all be a distant memory. In hindsight, perhaps we will be able to see how 2009-2010 helped us to become better, stronger, more humble people. Maybe, just maybe, at some point we will even be grateful for the things we have endured. Trials help to soften us, make our edges smooth, and help us realize what is truly important.<br />
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Here is looking forward to a great 2011. Full of humility, thankfulness, love, and happiness!<br />
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HAPPY NEW YEAR! L Simonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683889308447415870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9113415105621441370.post-63792579401316255512010-12-18T22:37:00.000-08:002010-12-18T22:37:19.857-08:00The True Meaning of ChrismasI needed this. A little perspective is always good. <br />
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ENJOY!<br />
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