tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52110868150568903622023-11-16T07:06:14.736-06:00Before You Tuck Me InAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14419893366627602484noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211086815056890362.post-50252584765332960512015-07-21T13:16:00.001-05:002015-07-21T13:16:46.656-05:00"Every Hero Has a Story" Summer reading Fun!<br />
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We are so excited ! Summer reading has started everywhere! The kids have signed up with the local library in our town, . The program, titled "Every Hero Has a Story", encourages the children to spend time reading at least 30 minutes a day. They reward the children at the end of the program, with pizza gift cards, Itune gift cards, movie gift cards, a chance to win mini comic notebook and drawing kits. This library is also hosting a Read to attend Lock In for the middle kid readers!<br />
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The little ones cant wait to dig into these books! In fact they have already read a few of them. The kiddos are learning to read and they get so excited when they recognize words in the book that they know. Take turns, and let them read to you. My three year old she is not reading yet, but its always interesting to her the story's she makes up by looking at the pictures.<br />
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<span style="text-align: start;">If you have not signed up for any summer reading programs, find one in your local area. If you are real creative you can make up a summer reading program for your own kiddos at home. Creating a summer reading calendar is a great place to start!</span></div>
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My older son loves books about horses, and any comical story. I try to have him step out of his comfort reading zone and read something new, maybe a classic, mystery or something nonfiction. We usually end up negotiating, for every book I choose for him to read then he can pick one that him and I can read together. It works!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggb0rDcF2fSFSDT1bjRgw54VCSLsgfjCxwOmc-nqJfd6FQ6L-qD088xMyfxGew9mORoYZTvyi-UDJghGkMuQHal2fZxU-KDRE0gM7QUSM5Jfs6Nus1j8LRt77KkajWx-thQDwy-Vm2nQ/s1600/PicCollage+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggb0rDcF2fSFSDT1bjRgw54VCSLsgfjCxwOmc-nqJfd6FQ6L-qD088xMyfxGew9mORoYZTvyi-UDJghGkMuQHal2fZxU-KDRE0gM7QUSM5Jfs6Nus1j8LRt77KkajWx-thQDwy-Vm2nQ/s200/PicCollage+%25284%2529.jpg" width="131" /></a><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14419893366627602484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211086815056890362.post-29812962956420141692014-04-30T22:12:00.000-05:002014-04-30T22:12:10.005-05:00Skulls and Cross Bones, A Fad That Needs to Fade!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBPEY4tXznUx12GwgWoudimfx040dq_9RL1-qvUaKWnO_ZKAjNqPdzjZthSSlm9ToUSy2OrfA_JozXaFZ5AUlnHXgUksVmV5l0PgrGFuosPskYV0uE0pdzASXlt4glzTAC1Ox08OBTLw/s1600/skull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a>
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I am sure you have seen this symbol on almost everything; shoes, shorts, toys, games, dishes, and the most popular t-shirt. Did the fashion industry just run out of good ideas or something? Why is this fad so popular anyway? Have you ever stopped and wondered why would I every purchase skull and cross bones for anyone in my family? Now don't get me wrong I love fashion just as much as the next person, especially when it comes to out of the box ideas. But come on, couldn't they come up with something better than this?<br />
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Lets stop and think for a moment, what does the skull and cross bones represent? According to journalist Richard Cassaro, "The Skull & Cross Bones is an ancient symbol with a powerful, hidden meaning. Today the Skull & Cross Bones signifies “poison” and we’re warned to “stay away.” But this is an intentional deception by the elite to hide the symbol’s true meaning. In fact, the Skull & Cross Bones is an ancient instrument used by sorcerers to gain spiritual power". The Skull and Cross Bones is "the symbol placed on a person or object signifying death, finality, or one who is marked for death".<br />
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Do you feel comfortable marking yourself and kid for death? That's right Death! Are we allowing society to find their way into our homes with their beliefs of whats cool? We are families that set morals, make traditions, set expectations and exhibit love. Parenting is not for cowards, we must examine the things that we bring in our homes. Just like we take the time to monitor our children's social media paths, we should do the same in this fad and let this one FADE!<br />
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For more information on the history of skull and cross bones check out this site:<br />
<a href="http://www.richardcassaro.com/the-arcane-meaning-of-the-skull-cross-bones-symbo">http://www.richardcassaro.com/the-arcane-meaning-of-the-skull-cross-bones-symbo</a>l<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14419893366627602484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211086815056890362.post-38853537814262573782013-11-01T16:20:00.002-05:002013-11-01T21:34:25.656-05:00Daddy's HandsOne Father is Worth more than A Hundred Schoolmasters.....George Herbert<br />
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Its not hard for me to say "No"!. However I often find myself taking on more things than I really need to be involved in. The other problem that I have, well, I am pretty good at everything I take on. That may sound a little cocky, but that's not my intention. You see, I have started so many things and at some point enjoyed them all, but then I get bored, or ....wait for it, wait for it,...I realize that most of my activities don't involve my family! my Husband keep telling me,"Donna, your hands are in to many pots!" Sigh! Maybe he is Right! </div>
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Now that might sound really bad! But, sometimes I just want to do my own thing. But my own thing is distracting me at times from what is important. The days, weeks and months are going by so fast and I don't want to miss out on the fun my family might be having around me, because I am always trying to meet deadlines or help someone else out.<br />
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Now I do believe in ministries or giving back so I don't want to confuse anyone. I just want more tickles and cuddles with my children. I need more silly moments, and ''remember when we use to ... '', with my Hubbie! I think God has given me all these gifts, desires, and talents, But right now I need him to show me how to use them with the special people he has placed in my life. <br />
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"So glad to see you again, I have not seen you since I don't know when, we are the marching bulldog band, and we are the best band, best band, best band in the land! Oh Oh!" This was a song we sang when I was on the dance team in college to the other bands at the start of a football game..good times!<br />
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I have created some good times with you as well, and sorry I have been out of the loop for a while. But It was not due to anything terrible. I took time to start something for myself! Yes for me! I started a new business! This is a big deal for me. You see, I have been beating my self up with trying to meet all the needs of my family, that I have forgotten about me. I wanted something that I could say was strictly my own, not my hubbies or the kiddos!<br />
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So with a lot of help I launched <span id="goog_2006597092"></span><a href="http://thesequel525.wix.com/thesequel" target="_blank">The Sequel Online Consignment Boutique</a>!<span id="goog_2006597093"></span><br />
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So Please stop by and check out what I have been up to!<br />
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Lately I have been so wrapped up with trying to make my household perfect! Even though I know this is not possible, but in my own little world I seek to try to make it this way. When I started my family, I dreamed of being the perfect mom! I wanted to be Clair Huxtable from the Cosby Show, Harriett Winslow from Family Matters. Maggie Seaver from Growing Pains or Vivian Banks, from Fresh Prince of Bel Air. I am an 80's child, so all these women I watched as a young girl. My husband laughs at all of the women I chose to compare myself with as the perfect mother! He says Clare did not run her house Cliff did, Ha ,Ha!</div>
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I do understand these women are just characters, but they seemed to always have it together when dealing with there children, careers, and husbands. I guess that's what fascinates me. I wonder is there a woman who can manage all of these things in the real world? The cooking, cleaning, medicine, teaching, ironing , washing, uplifting, appointments, healthy body, cuddling, kiss the boo boos, love making, church, ministries, career, friends, ... Oh I could go on and on! BUT , According to the <strong>Bible</strong> , there was one, <strong>The Proverbs 31 Woman</strong>. She got up early in the morning, she worked with willing hands, planted a vineyard, takes care of the poor, brings good to her husband, children call her blessed, <strong>oh and my personal favorite, she laughs at the days to come?!</strong> And there is still so much more.</div>
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I have to stick to the schedule, and there will be <strike>NO</strike> dishes in the sink, or dirty floors, or unfolded clothes, I hate to say it but if there is, I am a unhappy wife or mommy!<strong> Wow how I wish it did not bother me, in fact I will do one better, how my husband, and children wished it did not bother me either!</strong> Ha! <strong>I mean really, am I the only one who see's the sock on the floor!</strong><br />
See as a homeschooling, business owner, stay at home mom of three, and wife of a hottie :) , things have to stay in order or I can't wrap my brain around things. <strong>If the house is out of control so is mommy!</strong> That's why I love sites like <a href="http://iheartorganizing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://iheartorganizing.<wbr></wbr>blogspot.com/</a>, and <a href="http://simplemom.net/">http://simplemom.net/</a>. </div>
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So my goal is to continue to study the Proverbs 31 woman with Courtney at <a href="http://womenlivingwell.org/">http://womenlivingwell.org</a>. She has a free ebook<img alt="" src="http://womenlivingwell.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Proverbs31-3D-fixed.jpg" height="178" width="153" />so go down load it today!</div>
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certainly had an enjoyable time in my home. But you know what; this Easter has
been an eye opener for me. Have you
noticed that Easter has become more like Christmas; nothing but Clothes, Gifts,
Toys and Sales! As I walked through department
and grocery stores, I see baskets filled with toys, candy, games, toy eggs, you
name it. But nothing about our Savior! Just
like Xmas, Christ has been removed. I
see parents trying to make their children happy by buying baskets filled with
wants that have nothing to do with the meaning of Easter. It seems as though families
have forgotten how to spend time with one another. It’s like we forgotten the wonderful
things we did as children on Easter Day. I remember the week leading up to Easter;
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;"><a href="http://liveandlearnfarm.com/children-should-know-about-passover/" target="_blank">http://liveandlearnfarm.com/children-should-know-about-passover/ </a> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Shared
5 scriptural facts your children should
know about Passover! </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">And
who can forget about those</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Resurrection Rolls, not <a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/104245989284110497994" target="_blank">+Tricia Hodges</a> , visit her blog and get a yummy recipe for next Easter. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Want
your family to learn something poetic about our Savior , well stop by <a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/116577636018879813161" target="_blank">+Christy Willis</a> at </span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://branyact.blogspot.com/2013/03/homeschool-praises.html" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;" target="_blank">http://branyact.blogspot.com/2013/03/homeschool-praises.html</a></td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14419893366627602484noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211086815056890362.post-57450022889129584962013-03-21T23:32:00.000-05:002013-03-21T23:32:34.222-05:00 Labor Pains<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Recently the Women's Ministry at my church was having a
night for the women in the surrounding communities to get together and hang
out, something much needed! As I entered the building, I noticed the décor, we
were surrounded by picture frames with questions inside them and candles all
around, along with tables filled with fruit, veggies, punch, tea, and water for
refreshments. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The night began with beautiful lyrics sang by all the women
that were attending. The lights were dimmed and souls were just singing to their
heavenly Father. " I give myself away so you can use me, I give myself
away, so you can use me, my life is not my own to you I belong, I give myself,
I give self to you! " the song was by William McDowell and it was
beautiful! I just closed my eyes and sang from my heart as the other women did
as well. After we sang a few songs the speaker came up and shared her story of
Labor Pains.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She shared how with her first child she was overly excited
and wanted to be prepared. She shared how she wanted a Douala, even though her
mother was a nurse who delivered babies for many years. She explained that as
she entered in the delivery room, and labored, she was having some
complications. The baby's heart rate had dropped, nurses were turning her and
doing all the things that it took for her heart rate to get back up. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This of course was a scary time for her, even though her Douala
was there she did not have a relationship with her, she was coaching her
through this time, but it just was not working. However it was her mother that
got up in her face and held her hand, looked her in the eye and reassured her
that she was strong and could do this! It was her mother that reassured her
that whatever happened, everything was going to be just fine!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew that no one could have gotten her
through that moment but someone who loved her and cared for her, someone who
knew who she was! She was thankful for her mother who helped her give birth to
her dream and was there to see her through her labor pains. As she closed, she
asked us if we were pregnant with a dream or an idea. This dream or idea we may
have been pregnant with for a long time and we need someone to help us through
the labor pains. She asked if we had someone in our life that could see us
through our labor Pains<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So I am going to ask you the same questions she asked that
night, the questions that were in the picture frames:<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What pains are you having a hard time letting go?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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When was the last time you poured into someone's life?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What makes you beautiful?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Are you happy with your life? Why or Why not?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What's your biggest regret in life?</span></div>
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Do you have a midwife, someone who will labor with you as
you birth your dream?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What dream has God put inside you right now?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Is it growing well?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Who was the last person that let you down?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What do feel God owes you and explanation for?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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If there were no limits where would you be right now?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Currently I am reading a book called <span itemprop="name">Desperate: Hope for the Mom Who Needs to Breathe </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Why don't you join me, So far so good will let you know my thoughts!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well signing off, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Just reporting the things I see!</span><br />
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Saturday night was date night for my hubbie and me. We went to the Olive Garden with a couple of close friends. We had been socializing for a while, when this beautiful family came in and were seated at a table across from us. The family was comprised of 8 individuals, but my attention was caught by the young married couple who had a beautiful baby girl who appeared to b</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14419893366627602484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211086815056890362.post-24540625163002081282013-01-14T00:28:00.000-06:002013-01-14T01:24:20.756-06:00Are Children Rude or Just Inquisitive?Just the other day I took my children to their pediatrician, for a follow up appointment. While sitting in the lobby waiting on the nurse to call us back, we watch a boy and his mother walk in for their appointment. Immediately you could see that there was something different about both the parent and child ears. The child wore a hearing aid like gadget in both of his ears.<br />
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In the office there were several other parents and children who saw them walk in and they all put there heads down trying not to stare! But there was one child who was bold, she had to be around 8 years old. She approach the two of them immediately. She asked several questions and did not bother to introduce herself. "Whats that on his ears?", she asked. Its a device that helps him hear." Oh, so he cant hear?", she says. "Yes, but he needs a little help.", his mother replies. The young girls does not believe her so she had to test things out for herself. " Hello! Hey! Hello!" she says. He just sits there ignoring her, he is about 10 years old and very handsome. As the young girl continues with her antics to get him to recognize her speaking to him, I sit and watch wondering a couple of things. Well if he can hear why wont he answer her? This is too much where is this child's mother? Why am I so bothered?<br />
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Finally the boy's mother says to him. "Just go ahead and speak to her". You can tell that he is really annoyed as he begins to communicate in sign language to his mother. I have no idea what they are saying, but I did have a home school moment ..hmm this would be a great subject to learn! Moving on, finally he says "Hi." Then the little girl walks beside the mother who at this time is sitting and texting on her IPhone. "You have little ears too!", "Yes" she says with a smile, "we were born this way". As the little girl goes on with her questions and the nice lady continues answering, I had to say this lady handled the situation very well. I started to question was this little girl rude or just curious? <br />
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