tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158471392012-01-28T10:33:12.968-06:00Winter Wonderland!janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.comBlogger14631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-52168088410345126042012-01-23T12:29:00.000-06:002012-01-23T12:29:19.756-06:00

It's funny, how popular Facebook is. (So popular, in fact, that most of my blogs of late seem to involve the word.)  In fact, it has made me rethink an idea that I used to have.  I used to think that you could never have too many friends.  I was wrong.  Facebook clients have too many friends.  Even if you were amazingly selective and limited yourself to 10 Facebook friends...it would still be too

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-41042455335262637372012-01-11T12:50:00.000-06:002012-01-11T12:50:56.068-06:00

This week, I am finally back to part-time at my part-time job.  For three weeks I was so much closer to full time.  I don't have time for full-time.  Someday, but for now, that is not part of the plan for our family.  In fact, it was quite a strain.  And Erik...knocked my socks off.  Why?  Because he has been so wonderful and helpful.  He always has been, of course.  But during this time, he

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-9646955547188945922012-01-01T21:05:00.000-06:002012-01-01T21:05:14.515-06:00

If Facebook did not exist, I would not only keep up with my blog more...I would also read blogs more.  The allure of facebook is not its depth, it is a very shallow form of communicating.  It is the fact that I can keep up with family in Ohio, Florida, California, Chicago and many other places with one comment.  Not to mention all the local folks.  So, that makes me love it.  I know when someone

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Of the past 48 hours, I have worked 25.5.  That is all.  My job is not nearly as part-time as I want after a holiday.

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-47308128252468433662011-12-20T09:31:00.000-06:002011-12-20T09:31:20.320-06:00

Since I have not planned well enough to include Christmas cards in my holiday festivities this year, enjoy our family newsletter here in my little corner of cyberspace.  This Christmas is bittersweet. On August 27th, Erik’s father, Jerry, passed away. No one loved Christmas more than Jerry, so his absence during this time of the year is especially heavy on our hearts. I hope this letter finds

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-28734667154612399012011-12-17T18:34:00.002-06:002011-12-17T18:34:48.790-06:00

While listening to Elvis's Greatest Christmas Hit, the following conversation took place: Child: How old would Elvis be if he were still alive? Me: Old. Hubby: Early 70's. Me: But with his lifestyle he would not still have 'it'. Child: What do you mean by 'it'? Me: His giftedness from God. Child: The pelvic thrust? Me:  I do not believe the pelvic thrust is a gift from God. Hubby:  I do! We

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-56393542172766732652011-12-11T14:43:00.000-06:002011-12-11T14:43:16.795-06:00

I spent a few years of my marriage lamenting what a horrible choice I had made in my husband.  I went from thinking he was Mr. Wonderful to wanting out.  OUT!  I was done.  I was pretty vocal about what a terrible person he was.  Then one day, while we counseled with two other couples from church(trying to fix our horrible marriage-AKA, my horrible husband), one of them loved me enough to tell me

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-69623161800318814292011-12-08T22:42:00.000-06:002011-12-08T22:42:39.130-06:00

It is funny.  We think that our life is ours to choose.  We often forget how intertwined everyone is, whether we want to admit it or not.  But my oh my how we are intertwined.  Even our thoughts and attitudes have an impact on those around us.  It's like something deep within us can pick up on someone else's bad mood and we respond with a matching one.  Infectious.  Fortunately, the same can be

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-24290289406947550252011-12-06T09:00:00.000-06:002011-12-06T09:00:37.956-06:00

My kitty cat loves the Christmas tree.  She has decided the play is worth the occasional 'spray bottle episode' to bat at the ornaments. I've been sending out Christmas cards complete with a newsletter for as long as I can remember.  Not sure either is going to happen this year...so much on the to-do list! David Baldacci is the best author ever.  I haven't read a dud book yet.  They are all good.

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-54371320639463649102011-11-28T15:03:00.000-06:002011-11-28T15:03:01.306-06:00

I am a blogger slacker.  I apologize.  Now we shall just move on and I will try to do better.  I know all three of my readers wish I posted more often. ( : I am in the midst of a spiritual dilemma.  One of my very dear friends is busted in sin.  One of my other very dear friends is puffed up in righteous anger.  AND, the way I see it, they are both sinning.  I love them both.   I forgive them

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-20859220654914613312011-11-10T22:18:00.000-06:002011-11-10T22:18:35.016-06:00

Oh Blogger, you are still my very best friend.  Sometimes something shiny (Facebook...words with friends) distracts me from you, but I never forget you.  You have helped me grow into a woman that knows herself.  A woman that is much more thoughtful and polite.  You have given me a level of introspection that I never dreamed was possible.  AND, all while you were helping me know me better, you

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-72535063566260240242011-11-09T13:15:00.001-06:002011-11-09T13:32:17.648-06:00

We re-elected one of the slickest governors ever in Kentucky yesterday.  We, as in my state...not we as in me.  I did not vote for the man.  I would stay home and trim my nose hair first.  And that would be a job because I don't have THAT kind of nose hair. (Yet, I have seen the aging process and it affects everyone eventually.)  BUT, I will have to live with the consequences of the election.  He

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-48142830167213964982011-11-07T23:59:00.000-06:002011-11-07T23:59:01.128-06:00

I think it is funny how our brains work.  The things we forget.  That other people remember, sometimes for a long time.  Recently, one of my very good friends lost her husband very unexpectedly.  As I tried to be there through the experience as often as I could and as usefully as I could, we laughed at the things people say and do to be helpful...like the older woman who told her, 'at least your

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-25464988420054657202011-11-04T07:10:00.000-05:002011-11-04T07:10:18.923-05:00

Well, you can imagine the brain overload I have been experiencing.  I have written 75 blog posts in my head.  They are just bump around in there because I have not let any of them come out.  It makes me just a tad crazy...so today I MUST get some of the words out.  Don't expect anything grand though.  Obviously at some point quantity wrings quality's scrawny neck. I met a friend (and her lovely

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-21637539858734255672011-10-12T10:28:00.000-05:002011-10-12T10:28:34.643-05:00

"The enemy of our souls first tempted Eve by asking her a question, “Did God really say…” It was a question meant to challenge the goodness of God. It was evil and cynical in nature. A cynic is a faultfinding captious critic; especially one who believes that human conduct is motivated wholly by self-interest. (source – Miriam Webster.com)  (Oh my goodness, most of the time I truly believe this

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-77502929727752298232011-10-09T23:40:00.000-05:002011-10-09T23:40:44.995-05:00

I am loving every minute of fall.  The weather is going from cool days/cool nights to hot days/cool nights...LOVE it.  I savor the moments of hot and cool.  Light jackets, sweatshirts, flip flops and sandals all make fall so unique.  It is sort of a combo of the best of summer and the best of winter. Pumpkins, apples, butternut squash, halloween candy(lol)...autumn harvest is so fun.  Today

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-70060104165487249452011-10-05T23:47:00.000-05:002011-10-05T23:47:00.216-05:00

Went to the dentist and got my teeth cleaned today.  Laughing gas, how I love you...thank you for helping me escape the pain of dentistry! Spent the day with my kids doing all the things they requested today. Have most of Lilly's costume for a school project finished thanks to Erika and thrift store finds. Supper made and kitchen mostly clean thanks to husband. Closet cleaned out and mostly

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-45970721462977116692011-09-27T11:29:00.000-05:002011-09-27T11:29:35.109-05:00

That is just a reminder to myself.  I have been using all spare time to play the most addictive game ever: Words With Friends.  On Facebook.  Very detrimental to the blog.  DETRIMENTAL...hmmm, in the right location...oh, sorry.  I drifted.  It is a very invasive game.  You start building words into your vocabulary that you will never use in polite conversation.  QI.  CLAVIC. CHORINE.  These don't

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-74791623462136782372011-09-14T22:36:00.000-05:002011-09-14T22:36:27.789-05:00

I'll try to keep 'em brief! When the ham in the bottom of a deep-freeze is thawed, it is safe to assume all food is ruined. The night the PTO has a spaghetti fund raiser supper will be the day the cafeteria serves spaghetti for lunch.  (Communication anyone?) Kids are most enjoyable one-on-one. Invisible fences require ALOT of work. AND they are real expensive.  BUT, they ARE invisible and that

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-79538195388350693522011-09-10T23:04:00.000-05:002011-09-10T23:04:42.524-05:00

Well, haven't I heard this phrase all of my life?  What does it mean?  It means something changes in your life so significant that there is no returning to normal.  What must develop then is a new normal.  We are in the process of developing that new normal.  Like so many of you out there (are going through with us, or before us, or will sometime after us), we have alot of  'firsts' to go through

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-70994206481463739762011-09-01T23:48:00.000-05:002011-09-01T23:48:54.128-05:00

Since my last post, the bottom fell out of our life and it is slow in rising back up to meet us.  Erik's dad was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis a couple of years ago and at that time the doctor told him not to do ANY research, wear his oxygen and enjoy his life.  He obeyed on the latter two.  I can't say I would have done any better.  He has had to increase the level of oxygen and also the

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-24796163837701929142011-08-22T10:39:00.000-05:002011-08-22T10:39:36.024-05:00

This is going to start off with a joke shamelessly stolen from one of those funny lists that someone very funny writes and gets no credit for: "I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay." I'll wait for you to stop laughing.  Unless you don't think it is funny...but then, if you don't laugh at stuff like that, how

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-54962378634734378002011-08-21T22:54:00.000-05:002011-08-21T22:54:56.529-05:00

Sometimes things come along and they refresh us like rain falling in the desert.  That is what this weekend did for me.  I went with one of my favorite people in the world to the Women of Faith conference in Indianapolis this past Friday and Saturday.  Between the bonding with Kimberly(and by bonding I mean hysterical laughing to the point of having sore abs) and the actual conference, I am

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-39417769846007443742011-08-14T23:21:00.001-05:002011-08-14T23:22:12.531-05:00

What a weekend.  We knew two of our children would be gone this whole weekend.  Erik spent Friday night on a date with Lilly to the races while I decluttered round this old house.  Saturday, Erik and I set out to spoil Lilly with a trip to Toys R Us (where she was allowed to spend a $3 coupon plus $5 of mom's dollars)  (hey big spenders!).  TWO toys were purchased from the clearance rack.  One is

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-84102795044428746052011-08-12T15:09:00.000-05:002011-08-12T15:09:22.163-05:00

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heath_High_School_shooting  I am crying as I write this blog, but probably not for the reason most people do.  This kid shooting up kids in his school was beyond tragic...words cannot even describe how devastating this event was on the school staff, students, members of the community and quite frankly, this whole end of the state.  I don't know anyone who doesn't know

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-52577767167951462892011-08-04T08:40:00.000-05:002011-08-04T08:40:36.442-05:00

The little ducklings are all at school today.  Nervous and excited and loving every minute of it.  Oh, they claim to hate school just like every other child in America.  But, I know they love it.  How do I know?  No one could sleep due to the nervous energy in the house...mom and dad included.  Everyone was up at the crack of dawn.  Clothes carefully laid out last night were donned and then

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-80926496673241951782011-07-31T23:07:00.000-05:002011-07-31T23:07:23.027-05:00

I am highly emotional these days.  It is very annoying.  I know I am in the stage of peri-menopause.  Whatever!!... it is very annoying to not only cry often but to need to cry to feel better.  It's not sad all the time but it is becoming about a once a week catharsis-the sad, unhappy cry.  The good news is that the other 3 or four times a week I am tearing up because I feel so lucky and blessed.

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-82338845900983267342011-07-29T22:22:00.002-05:002011-07-31T22:25:49.485-05:00

I truly have a love/hate relationship with people.  On one hand, I JUST LOVE them.  They are interesting to watch.  They are uplifting, encouraging.  People are an excellent example of God's sense of humor.  I love to meet couples because they are so often the last two people you would put together if you were playing 'match'.  I love to visit churches and realize that although the faces are

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-31751739802180054752011-07-26T22:22:00.000-05:002011-07-26T22:22:59.528-05:00

Sometimes I look back over my journey of becoming a mother and see that it goes hand in hand with my Christian walk.  I had drifted so far from God that it definitely took having children to bump me back on course.  One of the things that happened to me along the way to really deepen my faith was a friend inviting me to an event.  Her church was taking a church bus to the Music City Nashville for

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-69861761957985202912011-07-20T12:21:00.000-05:002011-07-20T12:21:18.778-05:00

So, in the interest of true confession, one of my new focuses, I am writing a bit about my time management.  I am not feeling guilty, I have agreed to not feel guilt anymore.  It is a truly worthless emotion.  What I am feeling is the pain of poor planning.  Poor planning costs money, productivity and time with my children that AIN'T COMING BACK.  Time and words can never be recalled.  (

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-65779151101333804682011-07-10T23:28:00.000-05:002011-07-10T23:28:09.053-05:00

I am soft right now.  Really almost delicately fragile.  My life has been broken in so many places and glued back together-sometimes very well, sometimes haphazardly.  I feel like even my broken places have broken places.  I am not very good at this whole church thing.  Don't get me wrong-I LOVE my church.  It is my family and like any family, it has its ups and downs.  I am not limiting myself

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-8220138307159697262011-07-08T23:19:00.000-05:002011-07-08T23:19:19.095-05:00

I have noticed something about myself through this whole diet process.  When I am good, I am able to be very good.  Turning my nose up at sugary goodness and declining like a wholesome food guru.  Weight falls off, I feel good-the energy level obtained by exercising and abstaining from sugar is AMAZING.  I sleep better, accomplish more.  It is crazy not to keep this up all the time, BUT.  It

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-60318760151748268432011-07-06T23:12:00.000-05:002011-07-06T23:12:26.354-05:00

It's the new catch phrase...do you know your mission statement?  Everybody's doing it.  Workplaces have them, families, churches, even factories have them.  What are they exactly?  How are they arrived at?  Aww, there-in lies their rub with me.  How ARE they arrived at?  HOW are THEY arrived at?  They are arrived at by a team of people known as a committee.  (COMMITTEES-defined as the place where

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-14239318557282278622011-07-05T10:51:00.001-05:002011-07-05T10:54:12.320-05:00

This title is also a book title.  To a book I happen to own and have read one time to completion, other times just hitting the highlights.  I have decided this needs to be a subject that I set some finite goals about.  Like my food issues, this is a vice that has been with me pretty much my whole life.  Like the food issues, it started off as inherited.  While I would love to pull a victim card

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-87604162244418330662011-07-04T16:51:00.001-05:002011-07-04T16:53:53.921-05:00

The sibling fights that happen in our house drive me crazy.  There is constant squabbling when all I crave is peace and quiet.  AND unity and love.  A hippie festival of love in our home.  That is my request.  So, I know that it is not abnormal and also that it is not my fault...it is the nature of three very different girl personalities co-existing in a household.  I should be thankful that

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-78851540348887279382011-07-03T23:38:00.000-05:002011-07-03T23:38:35.404-05:00

The name sounds terrible, really bad...like something to be avoided at any cost.  However, in Churches of Christ, this is what several days of classes/sessions are called.  In some churches, the lectureship speakers are hard line old fashioned preaching.  It would not be possible for me to attend one of those.  However, the lectureship at Lipscomb University every year is one my family and I plan

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-3981906634855655032011-06-26T16:05:00.000-05:002011-06-26T16:05:37.462-05:00

Disclaimer...I know some of you non-believers have no interest in reading a Bible quoting post...please read it anyway, this is such a sensitive topic among women today and the other side of this is often screamed for all to hear. Of course, submission is not exactly a character trait I am known for.  People who know me well are amen'ing that.  With that said, I am much improved in this area. 

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-24746646191375162772011-06-21T01:09:00.000-05:002011-06-21T01:09:26.024-05:00

So, now comes the camp post.  Camp is such an awesome and special place that I am a wee bit reluctant to blog about it.  This year it became even more special as my middle daughter was baptized in the lake there.  Now camp is engraved on the hearts in my family even more than it already was.  Camp is not perfect, but then again, it kind of is.  There are always difficulties when groups of

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-27235252595034807462011-06-19T23:11:00.000-05:002011-06-19T23:11:21.025-05:00

Wow!  Am I ever off-track for blogging!  It started with my job kicking my hours up a notch.  It was a good thing, but learning how to manage my time more efficiently has been a process!  When you have lots of large blocks of time, wasting it is not a big deal.  When you lose some of those blocks of time, you either step up to organization or you find yourself missing out on pretty much

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-43668141766681820452011-06-07T23:46:00.001-05:002011-06-07T23:48:35.980-05:00

A Billion Reasons Why by Kristin Billerbeck is an easy read.  Christian romances often leave alot to be desired as far as plot and character development go.  This book is not an exception.  Shallow characters and a thin plot line make this book a very quick read.  However, I did not hate, nor did I consider it a waste of my time.  I believe most fiction books are read purely for enjoyment and not

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-69141179996971221722011-05-30T09:10:00.000-05:002011-05-30T09:10:53.124-05:00

I love how sometimes when God reveals a truth to me, He sends along some reinforcements to make sure I get it.  My reinforcements have come in the form of 4 people, a Bible verse written on a piece of paper, an inspirational calendar and a peace in my soul.  That is awesome.  If he didn't, I might not claim it for my very own. I am claiming it though-blessed living, not guilt living.  My life is

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-5993142267736695812011-05-28T22:50:00.000-05:002011-05-28T22:50:04.618-05:00

...up and call her blessed.  Yes, they will.  Because I am blessed.  Very blessed.  If I took the time to compile a list, it would reach to the moon and back.  I don't walk around feeling blessed though.  I walk around feeling GUILT.  It is my current dominant emotion.  It is my default emotion.  So for you today, I have compiled a TOP TEN list of all the things that make me feel guilty. 10.  We

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-30013912683610210322011-05-22T23:38:00.000-05:002011-05-22T23:38:34.081-05:00

These are a few of my experiences this week... Regarding work...I went from 25 hours one week down to 15 the next and then hit rock bottom at 5 again.  This week, I am somewhere between 12 and 15.  This job gives me whiplash.  Actually, it was all good because Erik was on vacation-it would have been terrible to get alot of hours on his vacation week. The flood waters receded off of all the roads

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-50760817321258385882011-05-17T23:08:00.000-05:002011-05-17T23:08:43.707-05:00

ain't on my side.  No it ain't.  I am having a hard time making time to blog.  I want to do it.  I need to express my thoughts or they clog up and make me crazy.  And yet, blogging has not been happening on a regular basis for some time now.  This week, my job has eased up enough that I can breathe...and yet my mom has 4 doctor's appointments, Erik is off work and the kiddos had a day off from

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-88657181283571121982011-05-11T17:26:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:37:15.058-05:00

When I had reluctantly, finally and then excitedly made the decision to put all three kids in school, there was another issue that came up immediately.  Would I continue to be a stay-at-home mom or would I re-enter the work force?  Hmmm...I did have some new found time.  Hmmm...I don't love to clean enough to do it all day long on school days.  Hmmm...we could use the money, free education is so

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-22846620595622613802011-05-10T19:14:00.001-05:002011-05-10T19:14:50.549-05:00

I have much time to think this evening.  Too much time, in fact.  The youth group at church, which my angels  devils  teens are a part of, is fasting from TV this week.  I love TV.  I love it too much and I am OK with that.  It is mindless drivel and a complete waste of time.  Fine.  Whatever.  I do so many other things which are not mindless, not wastes of time, and so kicking back for some

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-2304027089605212202011-05-10T00:23:00.000-05:002011-05-10T00:23:51.700-05:00

...to overshare.  Erik and I are in round 572 of counseling.  Hee hee, not really that many.  Why are we going?  Because things are good between us right now and we like it and want to maintain it.  Because our kids are making us crazy and we need some new tools for our toolbox.  Because we are just a few short years away from the empty nest...which is also the time of life when many couples move

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-3384379742408668452011-05-03T23:58:00.000-05:002011-05-03T23:58:16.985-05:00

Once upon a time, I was the perfect parent. I was about 8 weeks pregnant.  I had goals and dreams and techniques all mapped out.  The rules of engagement were in place.  Then I actually gave birth.  Erika was a very easy baby once we got past 4 months of screaming colic.  As a young toddler, she was very easily occupied and corrected-thank goodness because we had another before she even reached

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-7396744279367923962011-04-24T22:35:00.001-05:002011-04-24T22:36:04.299-05:00

That is who the weather we are having is pleasing.  Ducks.  Seems there are lakes and ponds cropping up all over the place.  Also, my water-loving lab is very content.  She loves nothing more than swimming in, sitting in and taking in large amounts of water.  She is a happy camper, let me tell you.  Today, she was even licking water off of the very tall grass.  Why is the grass very tall?  The

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-10641299689646766952011-04-21T10:37:00.000-05:002011-04-21T10:37:31.770-05:00

I am challenged in so many areas right now.  The part of me that feels like I've never done enough always haunts me.  I never know if the Spirit of God is prompting me into action or if the perfectionist in me is trying desperately to feel 'good'.  The result is often a poor momma giving it up and choosing inaction...which benfits none.  How I long to be one of those free-wheeling people that

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-69214181881398066552011-04-19T08:49:00.000-05:002011-04-19T08:49:15.465-05:00

I wish I could get McDonald's to sponsor this post.  They prolly don't do that stuff.  I will just focus on the good works they do through Ronald McDonald houses and not worry over it.  I have a bit of an obsession over something.  Not too long ago (translation, could have been last summer or 3 years ago), Mickey D's had a Friday promotion...Free Frappe' Friday.  I thought they were crazy as I

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-56383578888664289722011-04-18T22:01:00.000-05:002011-04-18T22:01:37.185-05:00

...but I can't change time.  Oh my stars, I am learning to prioritize.  Because you know what, you can't do it all.  I am juggling more schedules than Carter's got pills.  Seems like, during my down time, I sort of sit stunned and paralyzed...surely I have something to do today?  No, a free day?  I guess I'll just do a couple loads of laundry and watch Bones.  4 hours later realizing I just

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-47358109590598474032011-04-17T22:38:00.000-05:002011-04-17T22:38:06.526-05:00

We have an unusual Sunday School class.  It is a blend of middle schoolers, high schoolers and the parents of those aged kids.  It makes for a very intimidating class, but we follow our fearless leader.  The goal is to be more intentional about our faith as a family.  It is named D6 after Deuteronomy 6 which commands us as parents to teach our children about God as we go along in our day to day

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-53546939958565212092011-04-13T11:57:00.002-05:002011-04-13T12:02:20.191-05:00

Erik and I are doing some 'emotional budgeting'.  This means we are purposefully making time for one another and also our kids.  We are looking to be more intentional with our time.  This is a very new concept for us...we are used to just vegging in front of the tube during all 'free' time. We are also going to try regular budgeting.  We've done the whole Dave Ramsey plan.  It was awesome and it

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-53273576146455589572011-04-11T10:21:00.000-05:002011-04-11T10:21:40.698-05:00

I like to think that I am very extraverted because I am loud and love to talk, visit and socialize.  However, in the past 16 years but mostly since having children , I am very in tune with my inner introvert.  After a fun filled week of SPRING BREAK, today I just want to be in my cave, my alone cone if you will.  Tomorrow, there is much required of me...lots of stuff for me to do all day long.

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-84478395946474168832011-04-09T23:06:00.000-05:002011-04-09T23:06:37.836-05:00

Ah yes, ye old buyer's remorse.  The regret of making a purchase.  The price may be high or low, the remorse usually varies in intensity according to that price.  However, today I am not feeling buyer's remorse.  Not one little bit.  You see, we purchased Netflix quite some time ago.  We enjoyed it and tried to be quick about watching our DVD and getting it back in the mail for the next one to

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-32138773008894074002011-04-05T11:12:00.000-05:002011-04-05T11:12:33.305-05:00

I will let it go that my mom does not follow doctor instructions and remind myself that it is HER body, her life and her decision. I will enjoy my children instead of acting as though every decision they make will make or break the rest of their life. I will accept the fact that housework is totally postpone-able. I will allow myself to stuff some emotions, stuff 'em way down instead of being a

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-6995850459828757472011-03-30T15:10:00.000-05:002011-03-30T15:10:34.139-05:00

...from my former bad mood/injury of feelings/pity party.  Isn't it amazing how hurt feelings can run so deep and impact so many days worth of my life???  I am trying to rectify that and not allow someone that kind of power over me.  On one hand, I want to feel my feelings-not repress them.  On the other hand, I don't want to allow those feelings to get carried away and take over my life!  GOSH!

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-64044693836581561962011-03-28T12:56:00.000-05:002011-03-28T12:56:01.171-05:00

Is it weak to admit life has kicked you pretty hard in the teeth and you need some time to process it?  Is it weak to be in a bit of a fog trying to do so?  I keep thinking of the saying, "I try to take one day at a time, but lately several days have attacked at once".  Yeah, that is where I am. Luckily, I was able to read, "What Difference Do It Make"-the sequel(squeakwel-LOL) to "Same Kind of

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-33806843981926614672011-03-27T15:45:00.000-05:002011-03-27T15:45:34.909-05:00

It was planned to be a way different sort of week-end than it ended up being.  I got dumped.  I had some wonderful fun plans in place and found myself dumped.  I did not even know how to react other than to be overly emotional and hurt.  Those are my standard reactions...I then usually follow-up with a nice heaping helping of anger and retaliation.  However, I have a certain friend in my life

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-131091289731358242011-03-20T19:29:00.000-05:002011-03-20T19:29:48.586-05:00

In a flash...things can change in ways you never imagined.  One of my good friends lost her husband this weekend.  He had a massive heart attack.  He was 46.  FORTY-SIX!!  I can't even believe it.  I cannot wrap my brain around it.  Needless to say, neither can she.  They just celebrated heir 25th wedding anniversary.  Both of their girls are grown and it was 'their time'.  They were so cute,

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-17210812003601138352011-03-16T00:12:00.000-05:002011-03-16T00:12:55.631-05:00

Some days I wonder what it would take to make me happy.  I feel so ungrateful while being amazingly blessed.  Nothing goes right, everything just adds to my bad mood.  The loved ones in my life make me want to scream.  I get depressed over the things on my 'to do list' that remain undone.  I resent that I can't get big tasks accomplished because of all the little ones that have to be done over

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-33356923184110497912011-03-13T11:01:00.001-05:002011-03-14T09:29:56.367-05:00

Children do not learn what you teach them.  Children mirror EXACTLY what they are shown.  There is nothing so humbling as watching my children behave the same way I do.  Where can I go to fix it QUICK!!??  They are driving me crazy and I have to accept responsibility for it because I taught them soooooooo well!!  I really wish I had gotten my act together before I had kids.  I really wish I

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-61545464008508026792011-03-06T22:31:00.000-06:002011-03-06T22:31:16.836-06:00

Public school and home school, that is.  It is nearly impossible not to constantly compare the two and then second guess myself to death.  On one hand, I KNOW we are where we are supposed to be.  I have observed many signs to let me know the decision to go back to school was the correct one for our family.  I still worry though.  I worry about bullies, school work, drugs, sex and the lack of God

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-52959243674598167522011-03-05T23:17:00.000-06:002011-03-05T23:17:34.845-06:00

Not only am I back, but I'm wireless!!  I know it is so last year for most people, but we are just now experiencing it, so think back to how cool it was and try to relate.  It is awesome. We went to Nashville today for a drum run...Fork's Drum Closet is a frequent destination for darling hubby.  He always makes sure to do something fun with us after he wraps up his drummer business.  Today we

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-67814513809967184122011-03-02T14:56:00.000-06:002011-03-02T14:56:28.549-06:00

...not me, silly.  Our computer.  It has a virus.  It is old.  We have decided to take the plunge into a new computer.  We knew this day was coming and even tried to buy used for a while.  Nothing ever panned out, so here we are, on the verge of a new 'pooter.  Anyone have any recommendations?  We are leaning toward laptop but we are not abandoning the idea of ye old desktop either. So if you

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-37544569637524426652011-02-20T21:28:00.000-06:002011-02-20T21:28:56.392-06:00

I have discovered that Thin Mints do not make one thin.  Nor do Samoas, Dosidos, or Tagalongs.  Lemon Chalets could definitely keep me thin though.  It is that time of year and we are knee deep in cookies.  Our family bought 8 boxes and we are down to half a sleeve of Trefoils.  I have a love/hate relationship with Girl Scout cookies.  It is the simplest fundraiser ever-people actually love

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-22880237308615384352011-02-16T16:53:00.000-06:002011-02-16T16:53:36.853-06:00

The weather is so gorgeous, I never want it to change! Girl Scout cookies are here...my sanity shall depart soon. I am processing a wrong done to me and how I should deal with it. I am thankful for friends and family. I am not loving our new insurance...not hating it, just not loving it.  (I realize I should just be thankful because there are those who have none.) I am blessed to have three

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-39332866022669217362011-02-13T23:36:00.000-06:002011-02-13T23:36:32.876-06:00

Where to begin?  I have many thoughts on friendship today.  I used to think being a friend meant loving people no matter what and letting them treat you however they were able to: nice people treated you nicely, mean people treated you not as nicely.  Now, even though I was a very tolerant friend, I did prefer the company of those who treated me well. As I have grown and changed in maturity and

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-83608882104595463962011-02-12T00:37:00.000-06:002011-02-12T00:37:17.547-06:00

My kids were out of school the whole week...maybe an hour on Monday and then no more.  WOW.  Summer just got alot shorter. We went to the library today.  And felt like guests.  Lilly even said, "Since it isn't OUR library any more, I need to wait and go upstairs with you."  Also, we left with 7 movies and 3 books.  That is not a proper homeschooling ratio. (I felt like Heather F.!) Sorting

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-9374478985360901012011-02-10T15:13:00.000-06:002011-02-10T15:13:27.892-06:00

Dear Snow, I have loved you for so long.  We have dashed out even in the night to sled down our hill that you made slippy.  We have rolled you up into snowballs and snowmen.  You have given us delightful memories and yes, even snow cream from time to time.  My heart has sped up at the prospect of your arrival.  I have stayed up late to watch your beautiful flakes begin to fall.  I have spent

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-10314403967121449222011-02-08T23:09:00.000-06:002011-02-08T23:09:48.756-06:00

Today, I have to share this excerpt from a series at one of the blogs I regularly read, Sandy at God Speaks Today: And finally, according to Dr. Flett, here are The Top 10 Signs that Your a Perfectionist: -You cannot stop thinking about a mistake that you made. -You are intensely competitive and cannot stand doing worse than others. -You either want to do something 'just right'

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-32681881659531343702011-02-03T14:13:00.001-06:002011-02-03T14:23:08.771-06:00

...and holding.  I have officially reached the last age.  The one everyone quits on.  I have had an amazing day and it isn't over yet.  Plus, there is more to come tomorrow. I have to tell this fabulous story about my amazing husband.  With all the techies in the world, smart phones have become a way of life.  Most people can and do access the internet with their phones.  I have played with

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-38519195262535685842011-02-01T09:37:00.001-06:002011-02-01T09:43:42.782-06:00

Today, I am thankful for: Snow that is NOT going to hit here.  My snow dance card is still full from the last few.  I am prayerful for the Midwest...that it isn't as bad as they say it is gonna be. Three wonderful (MUCH older) sisters that help bear the load of being in the sandwich generation.  It is really nice how we all have different giftings to bring to the table.  It sure isn't easy, but

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-46382524968489029142011-01-29T22:36:00.001-06:002011-01-29T22:42:52.151-06:00

I have slept in a little, but do not consider 8:30 truly sleeping in.  I wake my kids up Monday thru Friday.  They return the favor on the weekend.  It is wrong. I made my all time high score on word search on Facebook.  I thought I was immune to Facebook gimmicks...oh but I love love love a good word search.  Add a timer, points and competition and I am hooked. I listened to Lilly sing her heart

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-61983707574679388412011-01-22T23:13:00.001-06:002011-01-22T23:18:31.552-06:00

...you have to be blind, deaf, and extremely distracted not to hear Him.  I used to think that I had to have morning quiet time and be surrounded by silence to hear God speak to me.  Quite frankly, in a house of early risers-3 of which are mouthy girls(like their momma), 2 big dogs and a cat that is the model of 'curious cat', I have given up on morning quiet time.  For a few years of my life I

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-16181922655569385162011-01-16T19:13:00.000-06:002011-01-16T19:13:33.830-06:00

Okay...this is one of those stories that Lilly will kill me for one day.  The good news is that she does not read my blog and NO ONE will tell her about this post because they do NOT want to hear all about her puberty live which she would immediately launch into if told about this post.  I'm raising a very transparent daughter and I am beginning to understand why Erik walked around shell-shocked

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-28887873528301213172011-01-14T09:23:00.001-06:002011-01-14T09:23:56.483-06:00

I am blogging to keep from lying down to take a 3 hour nap.  Soooo tempting.  I keep telling myself that I should be productive and a nap that long will just make me feel terrible.  I went to bed at 10 and got up at 6:30...I have had plenty of sleep.  It is just that constant nudge to hibernate, because Baby, it's cold outside.  Plus, I need to blog to catch up on life and not just facebook, or

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-55420632736536170292011-01-05T11:36:00.000-06:002011-01-05T11:36:39.716-06:00

I started reading this book about a year ago.  I read through the first chapter and was instantly annoyed.  She went on and on about how hard it was to be a star and have friends.  WAH!  Poor pitiful star, I thought.  I tried to get through the next few pages, but honestly, my spirit was closed to her.  Months passed and I felt guilt every time I looked at the book on the shelf.  After all, I

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-51411363881270146622011-01-02T23:22:00.001-06:002011-01-02T23:26:30.608-06:00

I haven't blogged at all this year.  I don't know where the time went.  heehee.  I love this joke, we continue to overuse it about almost everything for about a week and then we let it go until next year.  I haven't had chocolate all year... Tomorrow, I will enroll Kayla in school and then all three of my kids will be back in public school.  Part of me really wanted to honor Kayla's very sincere

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-81795246189639126222010-12-30T22:20:00.001-06:002010-12-30T22:29:59.539-06:00

Hibernation is a state of inactivity and metabolic depression in animals.  Wikipedia Hibernation is a time when animals ‘sleep’ through cold weather...We are going to use the word 'sleep' sometimes but hibernation is different from regular sleep...With true hibernation...There is no movement and it takes a long time for it to wake up enough to even walk around.  Thinkquest Some hibernating

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-86830861074190516302010-12-27T16:03:00.000-06:002010-12-27T16:03:19.023-06:00

The kids got a new gaming system.  I am really enjoying the ability to make an avatar.  She is a little bit chubby, her hair is a beehive with a side curl and her wardrobe rocks. The wonderful smell of potpourri permeates my house right now...my friend gives me a bag of this every year and I LOVE it.  Cinnamon sticks, bay leaves, whole cloves, a lemon, an orange.  Cut up the lemon and orange, put

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-82267840323677080902010-12-24T00:18:00.000-06:002010-12-24T00:18:01.927-06:00

          The Eicholtz Family 2010 Christmas Letter! So, has this year’s gas pedal been stuck on accelerate for you too? I am now a mom to two teenagers, (Erika and Kayla) and one (Lilly) that wishes with all her heart that she was too. With each passing day, I am reminded to make it count, take the extra time to savor the sweet joys of life and take nothing for granted. Now, here is some of

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-58314420647475110902010-12-23T14:31:00.001-06:002010-12-23T14:32:13.362-06:00

This day started out happy, with plans in place to have relatives join us for lunch.  Much excitement and anticipation.  Then Erika found MY cat and best friend, Gray Gray, dead.  We all cried much because she was the best cat ever.  Seriously, we have not ever had any problems with her AND she was lovable.  She was an amazing mouser and she was a great mom to too many litters of kittens.  (She

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-52636123967892226292010-12-21T08:53:00.000-06:002010-12-21T08:53:02.127-06:00

Sorry to keep you in suspense, Mia gets bragging rights, it is Vera Bradley that makes Erika swoon.  She LOVES it.  Neither of us love the prices though.  They border on ridiculous.  We did find one, and it is one she really likes that was in my price requirement.  This is not a Christmas present, not truly.  More of a school supply.  Kayla got a Pokemon one.  Lilly has a really nice one from the

janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-40549747282698325982010-12-17T19:03:00.000-06:002010-12-17T19:03:21.252-06:00

Night and Day Picadilly Plum Puccini Totally Turquoise Paprika Mediterranean Blue Java Blue Apple Green My new obsession on ebay.  I am trying to find one of those colors in a backpack for my daughter.  Don't get me wrong, I have found thousands of them.  I am trying to find one that can be bought for less than $30 INCLUDING shipping.  So far, I am having no luck.  However, while I was away from

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It is from yesterday.  We were taking my mom to do a tiny bit of Christmas shopping after the 100th doctor appointment this month.  As we pulled into Toys R Us, we passed about 7 cars exiting. "Why do all the people leaving Toys R Us look so angry?", says Kayla.  "They just left a giant toy store, shouldn't they be happier?" Indeed.  Shouldn't we all be happier at Christmas time?  Our Toys R Us

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...in bullets. I hate school. (Not really) Erika had a hard day today.  Apparently her group of friends 'dumped' her because some boy told them she said something that she did not say.  So hard to watch her have to learn these things about life, people and friends that are not really friends.  BLECH! My Christmas letter is written (Steph R.-my tongue is sticking out at you and I am not sending

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The weather outside was frightful, But the day has been delightful. All since we had no place to go, We didn't go, didn't go, didn't go. It has been a really good day.  Even the bickering has been at an all-time low.  I went to breakfast with a friend at the start of the day.  When I called to check in on everyone, I learned that Erika wasn't feeling well.  She ended up feeling much better

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I asked the other day for you to tell me what your Isaac is; as in, what one thing do you value in life more than the blessings of God?  What do you hold on to tightly despite the fact that he asks you to put HIM first?  Abraham COULD have done that with Isaac.  In fact, I expected him to.  After all, he had been promised a son for 25 years before the promise came true.  He and Sarah had already

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I am a safe person.  Because of that character trait, I OFTEN assume everyone is safe.  It is a ghastly mistake.  What is a safe person?  A safe person is someone who can listen to your problems, your 'dirt', and still love you just the same.  In fact, they may even love you more because they feel a special bond to you.  They don't judge you or decide they need to 'help' you manage your life. 

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It is so stinking cold that I don't even want to leave the house.  The cold breath of winter reaches right through to my bone marrow.  This morning, the snow flurrying around was kind of pretty.  Then the sun came out all nice and pretty and warmed things up...NOT AT ALL.  Deceptive sun!  Making it look warm and cozy but in reality, the temperature continues to fall. I am in a really hard place

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The best thing about a pie is the filling.  The crust is just necessary to hold all the filling in.  Everyone comes with a crust that is predetermined...but the filling is up to us.  The crust is my physical make-up, my intelligence, my personality, and my gifts.  The filling is all the delicious relationships and wonderful people in my life.  The vacations I take.  All of my memories, even a

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True Confession:  I had a major cheatfest over Thanksgiving.  It started with a little dab here, a spoon full of this and a spoon full of that.  It became whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it.  To great extremes...as in, I, who never buy movie concessions, bought a large popcorn to enjoy during Harry Potter movie(LOVED it!) and got a REFILL.  Granted, it was for all of our family, but I still

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I don't stay up late anymore.  Every day my alarm goes off at 6:30 and I arise and try to remember that I am blessed.  When I make a rare exception and stay up late, I pay for it for many days in a row as I fight the urge for an all-day nap. I don't really watch much TV anymore because someone usually needs help with her homework...or at least nagging.  I'm basically living the changes I tried

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FOR TODAY...Monday November 22, 2010 Outside my window...a beautiful day.  Warm and breezy with a chance for much needed rain later. I am thinking...I am thankful to not have to go anywhere today, like a doctor appointment...tomorrow though... From the learning rooms...Oh Public School, you have some flaws but overall I love you right now. From the kitchen...Making a turkey today and

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***I've had this in my drafts for about two weeks and yesterday my preacher preached a sermon on almost the same thing.*** I am in Community Bible Study, abbreviated CBS.  This is a non-denominational group that studies the word of God very in-depth.  As in, we are studying Genesis for a whole school year.  It is very encouraging.  I've never really thought very much about Genesis being

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Thanks dAAve, you make me smile almost every day!

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****disclaimer*** This isn't a post about actual starvation anywhere in the world. I have been on my diet/lifestyle change journey for about a year now.  I've learned some interesting things like: Exercise WILL make you lose weight and also get tone and fit...until your body gets used to it.  Make sure to vary your exercise routines when your weight loss ceases.  Just simply running 5 miles a

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Dear Blog, It has always been my intention to keep you in the manner that you are accustomed.  This means that I might neglect you from time to time, but I don't just leave you hanging...without even an explanation.  For this type of behavior worries my friends who are also my readers and my readers who are also my friends.  Especially when my last post was about voting and IT SEEMED LIKE I

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