tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45663342297708044092024-03-21T06:59:55.370-07:00Time Flies In Mommy WorldGod, my son and I navigating this crazy worldSavannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-88791879387828882042011-04-19T19:01:00.000-07:002011-04-19T19:03:14.157-07:00Wonder Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;"><a href=”http://www.adayinmotherhood.com/” _mce_href=”http://www.adayinmotherhood.com/” target=”_blank”><img src=”http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i122/lomargie/WonderWednesday2.png” _mce_src=”http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i122/lomargie/WonderWednesday2.png” border=”0″ alt=”Samantha’s Day” width=”150″ height=”150″ /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well I'm linking this blog to it's first blog hop ever! </div><div style="text-align: center;">A little about me:</div><div style="text-align: center;">*I've had a few other blogs but with each chapter in my life I've found I need a new one!</div><div style="text-align: center;">*I work at a school in the infant room and currently am going to school to get my AA in Early Childhood Ed</div><div style="text-align: center;">*My son [Wee Man] and my boyfriend [My Love] are what my life revolve around.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*I love love love photo editing and try and display some of my work here.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*I proudly support the military.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*I love to read.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*God is my homeboy :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">*My son has three parents. My boyfriend and I co-parent with Wee Man's father.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Take a look around, there is plenty more of me everywhere you look! </div>Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-7329298123764513962011-04-16T06:25:00.000-07:002011-04-16T06:25:09.735-07:00WhewWell here I am again finally. Wee Man and I made our big move. Life is amazing with only a few stresses here and there. Money is still something I can't seem to get a handle on. But in two weeks I should know exactly what my income will be every two weeks. It's tough to do job changes because the income is so up and down. But once we make it through this month life should be at it's new normal. <br />
We are still in boxes around here but slowly I am getting unpacked. I look forward to actually decorating!! Wee Man had a bit of a tough time adjusting and he's still out of sorts because of all the boxes I think. So tonight I have to work hard at getting fully unpacked. <br />
School started! I'm actually enjoying it. It's a lot to take on but so far I think I'm handling it. My Love has been my biggest supporter. I truly don't know where this little family would be without him. I'm sure I frustrate him to no end at times but he sticks it out and helps in so many ways. Wee Man has been a mommy's boy since we moved but slowly I think he's coming around. I look forward to one month from now when this is all just second nature to us. <br />
Well that's all for now, I hope to have something more witty or profound soon :)Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-48061805245981438882011-03-29T19:33:00.000-07:002011-03-29T19:33:52.704-07:00The Good NewsI never posted about the really big amazing good news! I have a full time, Monday-Friday 9-5 job! I am a teacher's aid at a school/daycare center. No words will ever explain how amazing this is. I drop off Wee Man at the SAME TIME every day and pick him up at the same time EVERY DAY! I have EVERY weekend off, I have EVERY major holiday off, I will have PTO AND VACATION time!!!! I don't make a million dollars, I make the same as my last job but the benefits are amazing. Just thinking about how much I love my job makes me tear up. I ENJOY going to work everyday. I love all of the babies (10 weeks to 9 months)however, I do wish Wee Man could come with. I hold out hope that someday he may be able to!! <br />
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I start school April 4th and I will be moving (cross my fingers) the second weekend in April to New Brighton! I will be a city girl (okay okay, a country girl living in the city). <br />
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So today I count my blessing; *One perfectly amazing son*One handsome amazing boyfriend*One perfect job*One (half alive) car*A BIG wonderful family*A new beginning*A bestie that no words can explain <3*Amazing friends*(almost)Guilt free adult time=<span style="font-size: large;">PRICELESS!! </span><br />
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God has taught me that sometimes icky things happen so that AMAZING things can come of it. Some icky things teach us lessons while others are there to open a new door in life. I see the road ahead will be full of bumps and bruises but I have the strength to take it all on; with my amazing God and my amazing support group.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-24370906892158710242011-03-21T21:35:00.000-07:002011-03-21T21:35:04.406-07:00Half a Step Forward......and ten steps back. That is how I feel my life is. I feel like I can be great one second and sitting back in my black hole the next. I just had a whole arm load of amazing things dropped into my lap recently, you'd think I'd be on cloud nine! I have the best family in the world, Wee Man and My Love are my entire world. Add in a TERRIFIC job, school starting soon, a roof over my head (possibly a move in the near future) and a car (knock on wood, is still running)....what more could a person ask for? I think I'm finding things to have drama about. I feel like once my life gets calm and happy I find things to be angry and freak over. That isn't right. I'm just unsure how to change it. The issue tonight is an issue, however I think I'm allowing myself to be more overtaken by it than is called for. Same with my tiffs with My Love. Yes, what I'm upset about is an issue but is it THAT big of an issue? Probably not to normal people, no. I guess I need to get back on a regular schedule with K and possibly look into a little bit extra help. Bah. I thought maybe this was just seasonal.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-80816376329975758802011-03-21T15:29:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:29:14.878-07:00Not Good Enough?Today I am blogging because something was brought to my attention and it has me irrate! <br />
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I have two baby sisters; A soon-to-be 9 year old and a soon-to-be 6 year old. The nine year old is like looking in a mirror. She's a bit bossy, believes everything is either black or white and she will tell you if something isn't fair. She tends to be an over achiever and catches on quickly. <br />
The six year old is a world all her own. No words can describe her. She is our giggle in the midst of tears. Our rainbow after a storm. One glance over her glasses at you and she'll melt your heart. She always wants happiness and peace. <br />
These girls are attending the same school I grew up in and something has disturbed me deeply. At six years old my sister is building her foundation for growing up. The things she is told and taught now will mold how she perceives herself and the world around her. My sweet little sister is already building a foundation on "I'm not good enough". I refuse to sit back and allow another generation of my family to feel 'not good enough'. <br />
There is a board in my sister's kindergarten class that holds papers. These papers are written neat enough to get on the board as well as get a piece of candy. My sister sits and writes and rewrites her papers to the point that she is missing out on play time because she wants nothing more than to get on the board; She has yet to make it up there. In turn that teacher is telling that sweet little girl that she is not good enough to be on the board. She is doing her best and working very hard, yet it is still not good enough. Please someone, tell how that is teaching this girl?! The anger this brings up in me is beyond words. I have many other gripes about this school and this one takes the cake. Instead of rewarding hard work or giving extra help, they are building a bad foundation. Each and every person writes differently. Nothing can change that. My handwriting sometimes isn't the best either but guess what......we use a computer for EVERYTHING! So, who cares? <br />
I begin my teaching career tomorrow as a teachers aide. I pray to God I never do this to any other child. And I ask God for strength to keep my cool but find a solution to this problem for my sister.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-35205442129271179172011-03-18T19:24:00.000-07:002011-03-18T19:24:42.635-07:00GraceI'm full of serious things I'd love to blog about but I'm just unsure how to go about it. This blog has been much more serious than any of my last ones. I try to keep complaining out as well as focusing on other people hurt me. In fact this blog has been a lot about Faith and God. So today I guess I'm here to blog about Grace. K has me researching Grace and what it means in my life and frankly I feel a bit...stuck. From what I can tell Grace is not something we have earned, God has simply given it to us. Hmmmm. Most of my findings are very over my head. I am still new to this "religious world". I have always believed in God and have always had Faith. Yet, no one has ever really explained the basics to me. I have a vague idea of Adam and Eve, I believe Noah built the Ark....beyond that I'm a bit "in the dark". Go into the whole 'God', 'Jesus' and 'Holy Spirit' all being one and well frankly......you'll have me so kurbobbled I'll feel ill. To me, my Faith is quite simple, God is The Creator. Jesus was His son and died on the cross for our sins. God loves us all and wants the very best for us even if he can't prevent all bad from ever happening. Good people go to Heaven, bad people go to Hell. God is my friend, quite honestly. I talk to him. I don't pray in the 'normal' sense. I drive in my car and I talk to him (sometimes it may be a bit more on the yelling side). So you throw words at me like Grace and well....I feel that kurbobbled feeling coming on! So in my simple world, Grace means; An unearned love and well wishing from God. God has shown me so very very much Grace, even when I felt my world was crumbling. God has been great to me. I'm not saying my life went along with no trials or tribulations; I'm saying God has shown me after I have overcome them....why I had to deal with them. So in my world Grace is prevalent and an amazing thing!Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-2761543893048589182011-03-14T10:00:00.000-07:002011-03-14T10:00:07.265-07:00So many things...I have been gone awhile due to my mood being a bit blue. Slowly I am beginning to feel better as the sun starts to shine and the days are getting longer. I am so thankful to have My Love and Wee Man to stick by me when I'm not at my best. We are the perfect little family. Wee Man and I met My Love's mom about a week ago. It was a nice lunch and it seemed to go well. I'm glad we finally got together with her. <br />
Today what got me blogging wasn't to chit chat about my life or how I've been feeling. I read a little story today that reminded me that someday, My Love and I may have to explain deployment to Wee Man. Wow. I'm not really worried about it as it's all just thoughts, there are no plans for a deployment soon that I know of. I just never thought about exactly how difficult explaining that to a child must be. Wee Man is crazy about My Love. They are two peas in a pod. And how difficult it must be for parents to leave knowing how much kids change in the course of 9-14 months. I just never really truly sat and thought about that before reading that story. <br />
But anyway, life here is changing and hopefully settling down by April. School starts soon, hopefully moving soon and then life can settle into a new normal.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-22837470680337446032011-02-26T19:45:00.001-08:002011-02-26T19:45:14.692-08:00gahI'm trying to find the strength and energy to post a very deep meaningful blog for ya'll but frankly....I'm just too exhausted. Soon. I promise. Stay tuned....this ride is never calm.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-23891249167185950602011-02-21T00:00:00.000-08:002011-02-21T00:00:12.874-08:00Photo Of The Week<div style="text-align: center;">Oh how the time flies, it's Monday Photo Mania again already! Today I've got one that's was hard to edit; not only for the sheer beauty of the person but also for the emotions it brought up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">Isn't she gorgeous? This is the most amazing, strong, caring, loving, happy, selfless, giving, kind, beautful woman I've ever met in my life. She is my best friend. My counselor. My heart and soul. This beauty is my grandmother. I lost her in September of 2010 and life will never be the same. But she is with me every step of the way. I feel her with us as we grow and learn each day. Life hasn't been perfect but I know she'd be damn proud of the woman I've become.</div>Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-35841933259517000922011-02-16T19:38:00.000-08:002011-02-16T19:38:10.121-08:00Judgement DaySo today I am another bundle of mixed emotions....ha go figure. Well first I should tell you some great big news: I GOT A NEW JOB! Yes I'm so proud of myself for finally making the steps to change my life. And yet truly, honestly I still feel like one big huge jumbo failure. Goodness I hate that word. K has told me that by letting myself feel like a failure I am telling God He failed. I realize in my logical mind that is not true, God created us all to be us and He loves us. But in the choices I've made in my life I've opened myself up to a lot of judgement from people other than my Heavenly Father. I realize I need to "shake it off" as Joyce Meyer told me tonight. However these judgements make me so angry; not just at the people making them but at myself for opening myself to them by making some big mistakes. Important note here: I LOVE my son. I am crazy about him and I wouldn't trade him for the world. HE is NOT a mistake. However, in having him when I did I set myself up to be labeled. I'm just another: single mom, whore, tramp, sinner, welfare case, baby momma, failure, uneducated young mom. Take your pick. I see the looks; they start at my son, then travel to me, then down to my ring finger and then a quick look of disgust. "Yep another one of Those Girls". I'm wrestling with this more right now due to a few things going on in my personal life but I don't want this blog to be me airing my dirty laundry. But the choices I made are hindering some very important things in my life and I'm unsure which way to turn. I have My Bestie to help me out but she's so far away. Tonight I simply want to get on a plane and fly to her. Tonight I just want the best of all worlds; I want my perfect son but I also want my life. I don't regret giving it all up for him, I just feel a big lonely tonight.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-10947314215927944512011-02-14T00:00:00.000-08:002011-02-14T00:00:07.664-08:00Photo Of The Week<div style="text-align: center;">Yep it's already that time again, Monday Photo Mania! So I'm coming at you with a new edit, don't forget to leave some feedback :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">We aren't in Kansas anymore....</div><div align="center">But I'll visit the Flint Hills as often as possible. I love it there!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This one is huge for me; learning how to balance work and enjoyment. I'm getting better; when My Love is here I simply leave the dishes and cleaning for another time. Now however I must remember to go back and do the work once he is gone. I've gotten lazy to say the least. I feel tired and sluggish all the time. I need to find this balancing act in my life and Joyce says He will do it if I let Him. So tomorrow, no more energy drinks or caffeine, I will let Him begin to take control back. YIKES! Time to find the balance again!!!</div>Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-34533091108980302232011-02-07T19:54:00.000-08:002011-02-07T19:54:07.583-08:00Daily Reading<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhP1kEEpCMgZaA8o8PhhutGav6X1-FIC_9UP04j8-685dnTFRcMEG5sH682AI2lZOiIPYE_TJj7hWdMX6DcbgISKTtSyULRbrCUUyiFBLb9nsUowouIkBk4pcOUu0U211pUg6RuWlfAs/s1600/BK76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhP1kEEpCMgZaA8o8PhhutGav6X1-FIC_9UP04j8-685dnTFRcMEG5sH682AI2lZOiIPYE_TJj7hWdMX6DcbgISKTtSyULRbrCUUyiFBLb9nsUowouIkBk4pcOUu0U211pUg6RuWlfAs/s1600/BK76.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">February 7th</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u><span style="font-size: large;">God's Favor to Be Yourself:</span></u></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">When a man's way pleases the Lord, He makes even his enemies to be at peace with him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">~Proverbs 16:7</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today the reading really struck a cord with me. Joyce talks about having to be a different person with the people in your life. Having to "wear masks" so to speak. I have always felt the need to change who I am and be what others expect of me. I'm one person with my mother, another with my father, another at work, and on and on. And then I met My Love; and I didn't have to be anyone else. Truly that is when my wake up call began. I have been going to therapy with the ever amazing K also and in time I have started to learn who <strong><em>I </em></strong>really am. God guided me to two very amazing people to help show me this message first hand. I know I have a lot of people angry with me over me not conforming the way I used to, but it's worth it. With more time and guidance I will find a happy balance in my life...but this message is where it started for me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">February 7th Evening</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><u><span style="font-size: large;">The Paraclete:</span></u></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But when He, the Spirit of Truth (the Truth-giving Spirit) comes, He will guide you into all the Truth (the whole, full Truth). For He will not speak His own message [on His own authority]; but He will tell whatever He hears [ from the Father; He will give the message given to Him], and He will announce and declare to you the things that are to come [that will happen in the future]. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">~John 16:13</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In starting this week long adventure I knew I was needing to refocus. And as I sit here and read these with tears in my eyes I remember why. I had begun to give up hope. My faith was wavering. But tonight Joyce reminds me that God put the Holy Spirit in me to guide me; to remind me that God has a plan for me. I may not know the plan exactly right now but there is one. I have to listen to my "Paraclete (counselor, advocate, intercessor)". I must trust and have faith, undying, undeterred faith. The line that brought the tears, "...in Him you are becoming everything God planned you to be." I really needed to hear that today. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">February 6th Evening</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Thoughts of the Heart:</u></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Either make the tree sound (healthy and good), and it's fruit sound (healthy and good), or make the tree rotten (diseased and bad), and it's fruit rotten (diseased and bad); for the tree is known and recognized and judged by it's fruit.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">~Matthew 12:33</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The reading tonight was teaching good thoughts=a good person. When reading this bit of scripture I take it as; show it like it is. Don't put on a false front; Don't show off "good fruit" but harbor truly "bad fruit". Have good thoughts and intentions and the rest of your life will follow. However, one thing I am learning on my way it that you can not pick and choose whom you are nice to. If you are striving to be a good person you must be good to those that you feel may not deserve it. In fact you must be even more genuinely kind to those people. </div>Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-57672742123909188382011-02-07T00:00:00.000-08:002011-02-07T00:00:18.455-08:00Photo Of The Week<div style="text-align: center;">Here we are again, Monday Photo Mania, with a new photo edit. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This has me thinking of warmer weather...mmmmm! Some sun, sand and a good book=a perfect summer day!</div>Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-4443801648303694612011-02-06T08:40:00.000-08:002011-02-06T08:40:31.149-08:00Seven Days With Joyce MeyerSo I have been not only slacking in blog world but I have been slacking in my spiritual life as well. So I have found a cure! Seven full days, one whole week, of keeping up on my morning AND night reading. To hold myself accountable I have you along for the ride! I will post two times a day with my reading and what I feel it means to me. My reading comes from my morning book, "New Day, New You" and my night book, "Ending Your Day Right" both by Joyce Meyer.<br />
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">February 6th</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-size: large;">Let your mess become your message:</span></u></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>All of us...are constantly being transfigured into His very own image in ever increasing splendor and from one degree of glory to another; [for this comes] from the Lord [Who is] the Spirit.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>~2 Corinthians 3:18</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">In letting your mess become your message Joyce is trying to tell us to let go of our past but not forget it. In remembering our past we are preparing for God's gifts later on in life. We also are able to tell others our lessons and lend wisdom and guidance. She also wants us to remember we can not experience victory without trials and pain. Life wasn't promised to be easy but our "mess" can teach us some very valuable things. Learn from the "mess", gain knowledge from the "mess" and share the lessons learned. So when you're sitting in a great big heap of pain and you are wondering 'why is this happening', have peace in knowing that it is all for a reason. If the road from Point A to Point B were easy, you may not feel pain but would you ever truly know accomplishment, victory or happiness? God isn't torturing us, He is teaching us. Let the mess that is become the message for your future.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div>Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-5771907704118404862011-02-03T22:05:00.000-08:002011-02-03T22:05:53.424-08:00Just a NumberToday I'm feeling so very many emotions. I'd love to explain the happy ones since they are truly amazing, but right now the angry ones are taking over. <br />
I've worked in the same place now for three years in March. I have seriously put my all into my job. I loved my job. I worked whatever shifts they asked of me. I showed up to work no matter what. At work I put in my full effort and truly enjoyed my job. I don't mean to try and make myself sound perfect but in three years I've grown and learned and I believe done a lot of good while employed there. I show up. I do my job. I don't gossip. I don't backstab. I have two very great friends. And I get along with everyone else. I no longer am loud and young. I keep to myself. I smile. I chit chat when appropriate. I engage my guests. I provide good service, sometimes really good service. I have regulars. I clean. In the long and short, I do what is expected of me and try and do a bit more on top of that. <br />
But here I sit three years later and I am simply 23350. That's all. I'm a number to them. Nothing good has happened. I have not been rewarded. In fact no one notices. No one cares if I get a break or if I even pee in a day. If I have the lounge to myself I may as well bet I'll be holding it all day. So slowly but surely I've given up hope. I see people walk in the door and get more out of those people than I do, so frankly I'm tired. I'm tired of being taken advantage of. I don't go above and beyond any more. I do my job. I still enjoy my guests and giving them good service. But cleaning...what's that? Break, sure I'll be gone a bit longer than normal when I get one. You want me to pick up a shift...? Huh, I think I'm busy. <br />
I hate being this way. I feel awful. But in reality I've put up with so much and I've done so much that I'm exhausted. They've taken all I have to give to them without so much as a thank you. So all in all, I'm angry. I''m so very angry and hurt.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-54974407286038612712011-02-03T20:54:00.000-08:002011-02-03T20:55:05.390-08:00Photo Of The WeekWell since I've been terrible about keeping up with my Photo Of The Week, here is one for ya! I know it's not Monday but I promise I'll be better about it from now on! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I found this picture and just HAD to edit it. The colors are amazing and the look on my little sister's face is priceless. These girls are such a huge part of my world, I'm crazy about them. They can drive me nuts (hey, they are still my sisters!) but I can't imagine a life without them. <3</div><div align="center"></div>Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-13418128364141415912011-01-31T21:43:00.000-08:002011-01-31T21:43:26.931-08:00God Is GreatThere truly are no words to describe my life; It's such a bundle of opposite end of the spectrum emotions. God has blessed me in so many ways and is still teaching me things in other parts of my life. <br />
Wee Man is the most amazing baby ever. He's the most handsome little man ever. He's got these big gorgeous blue eyes that have so much expression and wonder in them. He's got the biggest smile you've ever seen and he gives them away freely to whomever will look his way. And he smiles and giggles so much more than he cries. Don't get me wrong, it's still trying at times. Getting teeth has been a nightmare with the long nights and diaper rash but in reality it's a small blip on the radar. Being a single parent is no walk in the park but God made the job much easier when he blessed me with Wee Man. And our little family wouldn't be complete without My Love. There truly aren't any words to describe that man. It hasn't been easy for us, there have been bumps in the road. But I am so proud that we put in the work and are now truly enjoying the reward for the work we put in. Wee Man totally lights up when My Love comes for his visits. They are two peas in a pod, they love each other so very much. Seeing my little family finally complete brings tears to my eyes. It's truly amazing. I could go on and on about how amazing My Love is, making you sick with stories about how much he helps out and shows his love for us....but I can hear you gagging now ;) <br />
So in all of that wonderful how can I find something that is still not quite right? Well God is teaching me a lot right now. I'm learning how to figure out my financial life as well as re-evaluate my career choices. I am learning to let go and let Him show me what is supposed to be. It's not easy, it's difficult not to stress over things I have no control over right now. But I am making steps. I return to school in April of this year and I'm actually looking forward to it! So all in all life is amazing and I'm truly blessed, but I'm still learning and being tested each day. God is great!!Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-11006058989120501902011-01-24T22:02:00.000-08:002011-01-24T22:02:11.356-08:00A Trip To Wal-MartA good story in my world always starts out "So I went to Wal-Mart today and...". Hey I'll even admit to sometimes thinking 'I sure hope I don't end up on Peopleofwalmart today' when I don't feel like getting out of my PJs. But as I was struggling my way through Wal-Mart today I realized just how much has taken place for me there. <br />
When I first moved into town friends and I would go there at all hours of the night, simply because there was nothing else to do. We'd try on silly hats, play with toys and wonder around aimlessly. Yeah, we were <em>those </em>hooligans (although much better behaved than most). In high school we went to Wal-Mart in our Prom attire. Went there way too many times a week just because there was nothing else to do. And I even recall sitting in Wal-Mart in the middle of the night in my PJs and watching a movie on the big screen TV. The cops even stopped to chit chat with us and catch some of the movie! When Wee Man's father began lying to me, I spent nearly an entire night at Wal-Mart with friends to help stop the tears and hurt. And now as I struggle my way through Wal-Mart I find myself running into everyone I know stopping to coo at my handsome little man. His big blue eyes and captivating smile make it impossible to go anywhere without getting stopped. When I'm trying to push a cart, shop and carry a baby I find myself so filled with emotions; I get angry at his father for leaving me with all of this on my own, proud of myself for doing it on my own and just plain drained. I feel like that good ole Wal-Mart has watched me grow up....Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-44955527091383365022011-01-21T20:31:00.000-08:002011-01-21T20:36:01.753-08:00My Bestie And Her Blog<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">My Bestie is hosting a giveaway </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">and it's just as awesome as she is!</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She's giving away not one but </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>two </strong></span><span style="font-size: large;">super cool, really awesome things!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Stop on in to her blog and check it out! Don't forget to look around and leave her some love...she is pretty awesome :) </span></div>Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-59680603562453909732011-01-21T20:22:00.000-08:002011-01-21T20:36:26.821-08:00PatienceThe lesson God is teaching me right now is patience. I truly am working hard at this but man is He testing me! Right now my life is all about waiting; waiting for court, school, job stuff, taxes and hardest of all, My Love. We have both been busy with work and he with drill. It's all understandable and I'm not angry, I just miss him. I miss having another adult around to keep me sane. My bed seems huge while he is away. I realize we live apart and that is perfectly fine with me, but this house is much more of a home when he is around. The three of us have become such a little family that it feels like he's just away for work when he goes to his own home. Wee Man misses him just as much and I see him looking around for My Love when he is gone. I know, I know he'll be back in a week or so and if I'm lucky for a few hours at the end of the week. But when your life is all about waiting, and patience isn't your strong point....it begins to feel like everything takes an eternity.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-33972397847354004292011-01-18T20:23:00.000-08:002011-01-18T20:23:58.099-08:00Random thoughts....from yours truly<br />
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Random thought #1:<br />
I am so truly blessed. Everyday I look at my life and how imperfectly perfect it is, I can't help but be in awe. Everyday I find myself thanking God over and over for the life He lead me to even if the path was full of bumps and sharp turns. I know I did things out of order and probably not exactly how He would have liked. But together we got here. And here is a great place to be. There isn't a thing I can't do any more. I'm a fantastic mother. I try my hardest at being a great daughter and a fantabulous girlfriend. I work hard at being a good friend and stranger. I don't just want to be kind to those people I know, but also those I simply pass on the street. Even if it's just a smile or a hello, I strive to spread a little happiness in a day. Not everyone has been as blessed as I have, I think those people could use an extra smile in a day. <br />
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Random thought #2:<br />
I am not perfect. I have made mistakes. I have done things I'm not entirely proud of. But I'd like to think in the grand scheme of life, I'm a fairly good person. I can be judgemental, I am working on changing that. I find myself noticing my judgemental thoughts and challenging them. So as I work on myself I find that I'm noticing other people's judgements of me and I'm attempting to finally accept that I can not change their perception. Only they can do that. So just know; I know I am not perfect however maybe the things you think of me aren't entirely true. Challenge your thoughts. <br />
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Random thought #3:<br />
My work environment is toxic. 100%. I know God has a plan for me. I also believe I need to put in work on my end of the deal. So I'm going to keep looking and sending my resume anywhere possible. Between the smoke and the people that place is eating away at my health in every way. I'm tired in every form of the word when it comes to that place. I'm tired of always showing up for my shift when people are constantly calling in. I'm tired of cleaning up after inconsiderate people. I'm tired of doing things when it's never acknowledged. I'm tired of coming home smelling like I chimney and being unable to hold my son until I've changed all of my clothes and scrubbed myself raw. I'm tired of spending my day listening to men degrade woman all. day. long. I'm tired of being watched like I'm a child instead of getting a helping hand. I'm tired of the whispers. I'm tired of the drama. I'm tired of the constant judgements. I'm tired of jokes that aren't funny, they are hurtful. And I'm tired of keeping my mouth shut. I learned long ago it's best to just not talk to them; Not let myself get down to their level. But it is exhausting. <br />
So no matter what happens I'm going to keep trying to better my life and my son's life by finding a new job. I will not be discouraged. I will not give up hope. <br />
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I'm full of random thoughts but this is what I've got for you tonight. Drop a line or a smile.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-39679993526245233002011-01-18T07:13:00.000-08:002011-01-18T07:13:21.059-08:00Hey EveryoneHey guys! I've noticed my blog is getting a lot of traffic but I haven't heard from you! Stop by, leave a comment and follow along. This year is going to be an epic ride :)<br />
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Stay tuned, tonight I have some things rattling around to get out and on 'paper'!Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4566334229770804409.post-25236024147887730382011-01-13T21:12:00.000-08:002011-01-21T20:37:38.195-08:00FaithI know I've been gone a while. I went through a lot of emotions from my birthday on. I want my blog to stay as upbeat as possible and I just needed some time to sort through all of the things I had on my plate. And I am doing well. I have had ginormous amounts of help of course and that is what this post is about!<br />
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My faith in God is becoming stronger than ever. I still stumble now and again but as each day passes I am seeing I must put all my faith in Him. He has provided amazing things for me and He has been with me through the hardest times in my life. What I'm facing now is not life or death. It is not something I can't get through. He is simply asking me to put some hard work, determination and a whole lot of faith into my life. Money is just money. And money is the ONLY thing in my life that I don't seem to have enough of. I can feed my son and I. Wee Man has the things babies need. So then, we are doing just fine. The debt will be there when I have the money to pay it. What we don't have in money we make up for in love. This house is so full of love it's utterly ridiculous in an amazing way. God blessed us with a man no words can truly explain. <br />
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My Love and Wee Man are two peas in a pod. I am a<strike>n overprotective</strike> cautious mother and trust very few with the task of taking care of my son. In fact I believe I could count on one hand the number of people I've left him with...but My Love has taken to it all like a duck to water. He's fan-frickin-tabulous with Wee Man. The other night as we were all playing together before bed, I saw something I had never experienced before. In six months I have never had to share Wee Man with another parent. Yes, he sees his father but Wee Man has never once looked at him like he looks at me. Wee Man knows me as The Parent and The Caregiver. His father is more like a babysitter to him (no harm intended, he just honestly isn't old enough to understand that eight hours a week means he is "dad"). But that night I saw Wee Man look at another like he looks at me. I feared it would bother me, make me jealous or make me sad. Instead I felt like if I have done nothing else right as a mother, this one I did get right. I didn't pick My Love because I wanted a Daddy for Wee Man, I simply wanted a man who would love my son the way I love him. I could go on and on and on about My Love and all of the amazing things he has done for us. He is the most patient, loving, kind, helpful, understanding, stubborn and gorgeous man I have ever had the pleasure of getting to know. He has added so much to this family. God had a plan when he brought My Love into our lives. <br />
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I've also attended counseling since the loss of my beloved grandmother. K has pushed me and done some hard work with me. I'm proud to say I've graduated to counseling every other week! I have learned and grown so much from K and the work she's done with me. Each day I put all of her guidance into practice and each day I find myself changing a bit more; in such a very very good way!<br />
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And of course my wonderful mommy, stepdad, father and baby sisters have been keeping me in line as well. Without them, life wouldn't have much meaning. <br />
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You see this life is all about faith. I have faith that God has a plan for me and my son. I have faith in the wonderful support system He has given me. I have faith that someday, this will all seem like a small bump in the road to an amazing life.Savannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051308194109013230noreply@blogger.com0