tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59115320085311029042012-02-16T01:28:47.466-08:00To every thing there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. Eccl. 3:1InvisibleWomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04587654816134276776noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911532008531102904.post-20533265839069632192007-09-27T14:16:00.000-07:002007-09-27T14:19:22.548-07:00

Well, it's been nearly a year since I've posted anything at all on this blog. So, I guess I'll bring it up to date, short and quick. We moved to Oregon, made nice friends, didn't find a good job, then moved to California for the good job, still working on the friends.Thats the story in a nutshell. Things are looking up and life is getting better everyday!

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Well, I know it's been forever since I last posted. It seems like life is this big whirlwind and I'm just so busy. We went on vacation, came back, had to get ready for Christmas, I figured out finally what I want to be when I grow up! My life has changed and now, more changes, we are finally moving!I feel so blessed. We've been praying for an opportunity to move for over a year now. And it seems

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Why are shoes so uncomfortable? I don't much like shoes. Mostly I walk around barefoot whenever possible. If I'm not barefoot I like to cuddle up with a nice pair of cozy slippers. Slippers are so wonderful. They cuddle and gently hug my feet. They are nice and warm and soft. Shoes however are the anti-slipper. Shoes are hard and mean and hurt my feet. Doesn't matter which shoes I'm wearing. I

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So, once again I'm getting over being sick. Three weeks I could barely talk so far. I had a three day break and came down with the Flu. Then the rest of my family came down with the flu. Anyway, this time instead of letting it bring me down and getting depressed I managed to stay optimistic. Knowing that God was with me, knowing that I was going to get over it soon, and knowing that my life still

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Last month I went to the women's brunch at my church. While I was there a few of us got to talking about books, and I mentioned that I like to read and wanted to start a book club. One of the women, says "Have you read 'Blue Like Jazz'?" Well, no I'd never heard of it. "You have to read it, I'll bring it to you tomorrow". Um, okay, you don't know me but you have a book you think I'll like, cool

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The birds are singing, the sun is shining, flowers are falling from the heavens. Yay, I can talk again! Who knew that not talking for two weeks could make a person go insane! Man, I was freaking out!Hopefully that's the worst of it for now and I'll get to take the few months off from being sick that I so look forward to each year. I love that the weather has cooled down. I love that it actually

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It's been ten days now. Ten days of being sick. Ten days I cannot speak, and am in constant pain. I see myself falling down. The longer I'm sick the more angry I get. The more depressed I get, and the more down I get. I'm angry that I'm still sick. I'm angry that I'm tired, I'm angry that I can't do anything. I can't teach, because talking is extremely painful. I can't do much housework, because

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My dear friend in California has recently informed me that we women have two parts. The Nurturer, and the Temptress. The nurturer, naturally, is the mother and wife who takes care of the family. The Temptress, is the confident, beautiful, playful woman who is comfortable in her skin and knows she is desirable. The Nurturer in me is full on and very strong. I love being a mom, I love taking care

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What is up with people calling and not leaving their company name or why they called on the message? For some reason we get calls from "toll free number" . They don't always leave a message and when they do they will not say who they are, what company they represent or why they are calling. Do these people really think I will call them back?I love caller id. We rarely pick up the phone anymore if

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I must like my schedule, because here it is Monday morning and I feel like I'm recovering from the weekend.I spent all of Friday running errands with a friend, by the end of the day I was tired again. Still I stayed up late and watched re-runs of Bananas with my daughter. For anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about, Bananas is an improv comedy show that uses only clean family type comedy,

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Well the headache has gone for now. Yay!Yesterday was a much better day. No headaches. School went well, no tirades from the daughter. Hubby was happy, and the dog didn't piddle on the floor. All in all, a very good day.I found a turkey at the grocery for not too much $$. That was dinner last night, and probably tonight, maybe tomorrow. Why is it that turkeys are only sold around Thanksgiving and

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Once again the headache is back. With it I get to have my throat swell up so it hurts to move and to talk. Damn it! I like talking! It's my favorite pass-time. This is not fun.Don't you hate it when people say "How are you today?" but they don't really care how you are. Why do you ask? Do you want to really know? And this opens a huge can of worms. Do you want to know how my crazy mood is today?

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I find myself wondering if all women go through the crazy mood swings that I experience. I remember when I was a child that my mom definitely did. Only somehow when it was my mom, it seemed worse. I hope I'm not that crazy.I find that some days I am up, happy, appreciating every aspect of my life. Other days, I'm down in the pit. What amazes me is the times when I up, I can't figure out why I

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I find that mostly I feel like I’m very out of touch with the world I live in. I spend most of my time focused on our family and our corner of the world seems to be quite small. The only contact I have with most of the world is through the television. I’ve been watching the news more lately, just to know what’s happening.I don’t mind being disconnected, because overall I really don’t like the

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So, here’s the thing. No one seems to be able to agree on what a Christian is these days. I’ve heard people who call themselves Christians, say that other Christians are not Christians because they go to the wrong church. I’ve heard Christians tell me that I’m not a Christian if I believe that the earth is over 6000 years old. I’ve had Christians tell me that it’s their job to save the world and

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Well, last time I talked all about how much I love working at home. What I didn't talk about was the lack of separate special interests in my life which I think are important. So, by things, I mean something special in a person's life which is a part of who they are and it is special to them. Most of the people I know have a thing. At least one thing. Sometimes it's that they are a Star Wars fan

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I have had many jobs in my life. I remember when I was in school preparing for life in the real world I was told that I should decide on a career and pursue it. The problem is that as a student, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I had thoughts about what might me nice, but having no experience, how was I supposed to know what thing I would find lifelong satisfaction doing? So, I

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