tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48884563376546714702024-03-05T07:25:31.957-08:00More Than MeOpinions, Short Stories, Poetry, Journaling, and Various WritingsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-47404354331487874342016-04-18T13:48:00.001-07:002016-04-18T13:50:54.020-07:00My Old Blog and My New Interests<h2>
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Congratulations! You have found my completely dated, old, antique Blogspot blog. Everyone has to start somewhere, right?<br />
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I began blogging here to write a little bit about my life. It's a bit personal.<br />
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Since then, life became a bit more animated (kiddos tend to do that) and I have varied my interests in many ways. Probably too many ways. I am a bit all over the place!<br />
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Please visit me at my new websites, blogs, and ventures to continue to follow my life, interests, hobbies, and hair-brained ideas.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-20269726344276015062009-09-01T09:51:00.000-07:002009-09-03T05:44:38.567-07:00Following A DreamSo many people have things to say about dreams. "Follow your dreams" "I have a dream . . ." "Give up your dreams" "Dreams are a gift from God". With all these messages, it's hard to know what to think. Pursuing dreams can mean sacrificing some day to day joys, but yet if the dream came to fruition then it would all be worth it. If I wait for my dreams to come to me, they may never come. If I give up my dreams I feel like I'll be an empty person, without goals or purpose.<br /><br />I've been told to give up my dreams. They aren't rational and definitely not attainable with a family. I'm not that good. I can't really live the life with the path I have chosen. I've been told be satisfied with where I am at. Find satisfaction in the day to day, and stop being such a dreamer. But doesn't that sound all too negative?<br /><br />Sometimes I feel it is wrong to pursue my dreams. You know, when you feel like they are supposed to happen then God will plop them in your lap. Like the more you try the farther the dreams travel away, so it seem so much happier to just keep the dreams on a shelf and think of how pretty they look. As if the realization of failure and the inability to obtain the dreams is much harder to bear, so then not pursuing them seems like a much better option.<br /><br />However, actually actively pursuing my dreams seems impossible. At my point of life I've made choices that seem to be complete roadblocks to what I dream. Then the path seem so arduous, that I get caught up and the complexity and grandiose nature of my dream. I fear each step that I could make towards it, even though I could take each step one at a time. I would so rather fall into a whirlwind of the dream, than to take each step purposefully at a time. It seems so daunting. But if God truly gives us our dreams for a reason, then I should stop trying to trust in myself and rather trust in Him. If He reveals to us our dreams, then He can make them happen. So strange how people say that God wants to give us dreams bigger than ones we have. They haven't seen my dreams. Against all odds I dream bigger than most, and still keep a seed of hope in my heart that they will happen. I will keep the seed, I will take my steps, and I will trust my Father. Hey, who knows?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-89288460474094161602009-04-07T16:07:00.000-07:002009-04-07T17:09:01.322-07:00God's Big PlansJeremiah 29: 11-13 <br />"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."<br /><br />He knows the plans He has for me. Then I call upon God and pray to Him, and He will listen to me. I will find Him when I seek Him with all of my heart. So to find any answers to all the big questions I have, I must accept that God knows what He has planned. He has good plans. Then I have to call upon God, not upon the plans, not going forward into my own ways, not getting lost in the future, but really calling upon God because He is God. Then He will hear me. I will seek God and find Him, when I seek Him with all of my heart. So as an empty vessel, saying "God, fill my heart", and I will find Him.<br /><br />How many things that I have filling the void. How many things that keep my vessel from being anything but empty. An empty vessel is able to be filled, when I come empty I can receive. When I come full up with other things, I receive nothing. I so often receive nothing from the Lord because I do not have an empty vessel.<br /><br />To find God and to really seek after Him, I must first ask Him to turn me into a truly empty vessel. I need to be so eager after God that I have no other concerns hindering, no frustrations that I haven't let go, no bitterness that I want to hold onto so bad. To really be free for God's outpouring, I have to let go of everything else that I'm holding onto.<br /><br />I am filled with distractions. They fill my vessel. Online networks, online gaming, DVD's, computer games, Wii, and all that sort. Aren't they a sort of addiction too? They take up my time, and that is a lot of time that I could be dedicating to following and seeking after God. Part of being a vessel is opening up my time to God. If I don't have time to seek Him, how can I receive all that He has for me?<br /><br />I've got myself into a major case of being root bound. I'm so content with my little pot, my little life, my little house, that I've gotten so very unconcerned with growing. I've formed my little tiny root system around my little life, that I'm completely unconcerned that if I was planted in fruitful soil that God would have a chance to give me more water, more nutrients, and more sunlight. God's plans are so much bigger than my own. I have my little pot, and He has provided an entire acre. He is asking me now to relinquish my pot for his rich soil, to let go of my little tiny pot, for a chance to feel his sunlight and to be watered fully so my roots can run deep. Though, my first thought is how hard that sounds. It is hard work to grow. I have to first be released from my comfortable pot. That's not too fun. Then my roots that are so run together and unhealthy have to be loosened and broken apart. It never feels good to be broken, but it's God's way of helping me to grow. Then I have to leave my comfortable pot and be planted into deep soil. It's scary out there! I don't know what kind of bugs might be out there, what type of obstacles that might want to eat at me. <br /><br />Though, God is a master Gardener. He's there throughout all of the seasons. He knows exactly what I need and when, He's got just the right amount of fertilizer and just the right amount of water. The deep soil means depending on God fully. Fully relinquishing the pot of comfort, to being vulnerable and open and letting God use me and grow me. Fruitfulness. No root bound, unhealthy plant has ever bore fruit. Now I have to make the decision to grow, it's not just something that happens. Something has to change to make the roots go deep. God has to change me. I cannot pull up my skirt of roots and dance over to the rich soil and plow my way into the ground. I've never seen a plant do that by itself. I have to ask the master gardener to have his way with me. He has to remove the pot. He has to break my roots apart. He has to dig a new hole and plant me in where He wants me. If I try sticking myself in just anywhere I might get overtaken by weeds, or by another bigger plant. God knows exactly where to plant me.<br /><br />Then comes the water of life, and the sunlight. He can then grow me according to his plans. All I have to do is be willing and be patient.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-30830933547786304362009-01-22T06:25:00.000-08:002009-01-22T06:33:27.299-08:00VentingYou'd think that after four months without James that I could easily acclimate to having an extra pair of hands, a back massager, an extra cook, and someone to talk to when I'm at home. Yet, routine does not come easy when there is an extra person with their own ideas coexisting with you. I plan on cleaning up when I get home from work, but then it's just so easy to just play the Wii with James or work on crosswords together. I think how good it would be to eat at home more, but it is so easy to say "want to go out to eat?" and you have a collaborator saying "Sure!" It's so funny how I can talk myself out of being "naughty" but when it James is my coconspirator, man, are we bad! Fortunately, we both realize that we are being lazy, and we both are trying to do little bits to improve our messy surroundings, and I think we both want to feel some sense of routine. Only some days, however much we want to do the right thing, we both pal up and do something besides the productive task. I guess at some point some sense of normality will return and we'll both get set into a better way of life, but I guess until then, I am seriously going to go batty.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-83815786432990240862008-11-18T14:24:00.000-08:002008-11-18T14:27:33.483-08:00Mary Baldwin and VWILHere's proof that I actually did march in a platoon. I feel like I'm going to need more and more proof as I get older. I'm so much more the girly type these days. I'm marching in the platoon holding the flag at the 3:33 mark.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wmw6KCrLFJA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wmw6KCrLFJA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-44883499895865094682008-11-01T06:53:00.000-07:002008-11-01T07:02:01.209-07:00Face Painting in the Chilled Mississippi NightLast night I helped out at my churches Trunk or Treat. I showed up way early because the girl who called me told me that people were meeting at around 5 to start setting up, only she didn't get there until 6:30 p.m.. How very nice! I ended up face painting from 6-9. Fortunately, I brought my jacket because it ended up getting down to 55 last night. Another girl doing face painting had shorts and tights on, I felt really sorry for her. It is a lot of fun. The kids normally already know exactly what they want or pick something simple that I suggest. When I show it to them in the mirror it is so rewarding to see their smile or their exclamation of "cool", "sweet", or "awesome". The parents normally try to get them to say thank you to me for doing the design, but to me the excitement in their voices and the smile on their face already tells me the thanks that I need.<br /><br />How I ended up being involved with it all was: I volunteered about a month ago but somehow my name was lost until the night before, when they called me and asked me if I could still come. I almost thought I had escaped ;-) I love face painting but this was the third time this month. November normally is the month to get a little weary of the task. I'm sure next November I'll be reminding everyone "remember, I can do face painting!". Just I'll maybe wait until next November to do my reminding.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-73267157815790298442008-10-30T07:29:00.000-07:002008-10-30T07:34:27.728-07:00Everything for TwoIt is so hard to remember to do everything for two. For instance, eating the proper amount of food each day, and the proper types of food so that I can get nutrients for two. Also yesterday, I decided to mow the grass and after finishing the front half, I decided to go ahead and finish the back. I was not operating for two but for one. I ended up getting ridiculously tired, overheated, and had a bad headache for the next 6 or so hours and even woke up in the middle of the night still with a headache. Fortunately this morning I woke up headache free. That's when I wanted to bang my head (if it hadn't been hurting so bad already) against a wall. Sometimes I think a headache is God hitting our head against the wall for us, so we get a good ole headache teaching us we over did it. Genius. I'm such a go getter and have always played it hard, so I'm really not used to just taking it easy. I guess I need to get used to it. Doing everything for two!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-29191769153967148792008-10-22T16:40:00.000-07:002008-10-22T17:08:58.241-07:00The Video Says It All<OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-ce005c49933038fb height=266 width=320 contentId="ce005c49933038fb"></OBJECT>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-6296180115475049432008-10-17T20:35:00.000-07:002008-10-17T20:37:55.102-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR61wubuhLAeXGdCLkdy8Gl8AjJuqD_4Oj7R3aI9A2mYDrhy_E_iQkF8cu7WG7CyVfBlo0c3P6mBq8haYsd2-gMyinhhOBoeYlAN8Bfjx1c0Ettqd86T54boXjl8DDPQWshvqGmoi8RdE/s1600-h/On+the+Water.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR61wubuhLAeXGdCLkdy8Gl8AjJuqD_4Oj7R3aI9A2mYDrhy_E_iQkF8cu7WG7CyVfBlo0c3P6mBq8haYsd2-gMyinhhOBoeYlAN8Bfjx1c0Ettqd86T54boXjl8DDPQWshvqGmoi8RdE/s320/On+the+Water.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258332670680147490" /></a><br /><br />I painted this just thinking about the ocean, and how the oceans used to be ridden. Rustic were the days of old, and now you can scarcely see the natural beauty of plant life on beaches.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-92137757956177222502008-10-03T17:31:00.000-07:002008-10-03T17:39:49.653-07:00Days Carry OnIt's positive that days continue without our consent. Even when I do not feel them pass they go. Really, that is a good thing. If I got stuck in a rut and so did the days then I don't think time would ever continue on. Thank goodness none of that depends upon me and my disposition. One day, I have a plan and energy and I get a lot done. The next, I'm completely helpess and the day passes like I was not a member of it. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with my moods resulting in either a listless me or a very odd scatterbrained me. I certainly wish I could predict my outlook a few days ahead of time. That way I could plan around the days I know that I can't seem to accomplish anything and then I could do all sorts of things on the days that I feel like I can do anything. This too shall pass, right? I read somewhere that some people don't get their energy or regular self back until after the wee one starts sleeping through the night. That's a long time! I will claim it to be not true. So today passes and that would be fine . . . if I could only remember the day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-62826748483436799922008-09-16T20:55:00.000-07:002008-09-16T21:03:58.889-07:00What Can I Say?The first day was fine. I found things around the house that needed doing and I washed the car that desperately needed it. That was a nice day. Sunday, I went to a new church, met some new people, and was invited over someone's house for lunch. After that, I went to a spouses get together. That was fun as well. So Sunday went buy fast and was painless. I found out from another spouse that James had made it overseas okay. Then Monday, I was planning to barricade myself in the house but another girl who lives down the street invited me out for a walk. I accepted because I needed to get a little exercise and get out of the house. That got my day started okay. I found the energy to get some more work done around the house. The living room doesn't have all the papers and clothes that it did before. The kitchen looks pretty good. Now it's Tuesday. James still hasn't called. I could bear it Sunday and Monday. I cannot bear it today. I don't know why he can't get a chance to call. For him it's almost Wednesday. Are they such narrow minded people that they cannot understand that a wife is sitting at home waiting for her husband to call her? Could they not give him one moment's time to pick up a phone and say hello, I love you, and goodbye? Shame on them for not thinking that through. Today was not a good day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-47308374485539779992008-09-04T14:23:00.000-07:002008-09-04T14:29:35.357-07:00A New LightI responded to a blog comment today on another page that reminded me of how I need to daily put my life in new light. My light gets stale even after one day. Even though I intend to be positive, I end up thinking the worst time and time again. Not only that, just tweeking your thoughts can change your situation so completely. When we look at things and think of them as curses or mess ups, we will hate our situations and our actions. However, sometimes situations in the right light can be blessings and opportunities. Also, if you are painting a painting, and you mess up, then you have created an opportunity to experiment or elaborate. On the canvas, a mistake is never truly a mistake. So it is with life. Our lives are canvases. If we look at them as random splotches of paint that seem to be splattered on a meaningless surface, we can loose focus on the big pictures. The big picture is that there is a painting being formed! Each splatter, each splot is a beautiful collage of life. Enjoy your splotches today!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-69805484457450329242008-09-02T08:48:00.000-07:002008-09-02T09:26:45.415-07:00Butterfly BeautyI saw Vicki's picture of a butterfly so I felt inspired to put a few pictures that I took as well. If I can figure out how to get them on here . . .<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50vc1JQVyOWBEnX9x1vcwXlYfZOmL0OOMEah61c00oE6GkeO5plEGU9YMpSktLq8kaYbK4ZGsSnzXU7t-5rPJiqQS0WEMnJGSn91x0hXkzjGArdX5o2rdFKvFze_8k0vwl98mtBFvLTw/s1600-h/Butterfly12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50vc1JQVyOWBEnX9x1vcwXlYfZOmL0OOMEah61c00oE6GkeO5plEGU9YMpSktLq8kaYbK4ZGsSnzXU7t-5rPJiqQS0WEMnJGSn91x0hXkzjGArdX5o2rdFKvFze_8k0vwl98mtBFvLTw/s320/Butterfly12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241458528427213666" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPGUeaCZqzmOuledPQtC2jhTw41Jc2EOqtc55z261R3J-sPpYlceo7mNW9uQ4aecd3_8PhFEMsuYiLXic1DkgnnFfHxGAhVNBugP0eWaBAMvUOwJEFLbWCqHuoIxQFeMIawgNHiZL69g/s1600-h/Butterfly2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPGUeaCZqzmOuledPQtC2jhTw41Jc2EOqtc55z261R3J-sPpYlceo7mNW9uQ4aecd3_8PhFEMsuYiLXic1DkgnnFfHxGAhVNBugP0eWaBAMvUOwJEFLbWCqHuoIxQFeMIawgNHiZL69g/s320/Butterfly2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241458144086236034" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExpquiSiEap1lJ446Pua9F4kTej8BEaPn0Xu6pOk1MafaSa6Z7o4kIog3EJ02rZHWW7qLYId66wDZPv7WA4Mdy6kWvZmdKhEexE9vx0cgfiNzh9Td3jJRIYOUp211vqUpURfHv6PsHW8/s1600-h/Butterfly1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExpquiSiEap1lJ446Pua9F4kTej8BEaPn0Xu6pOk1MafaSa6Z7o4kIog3EJ02rZHWW7qLYId66wDZPv7WA4Mdy6kWvZmdKhEexE9vx0cgfiNzh9Td3jJRIYOUp211vqUpURfHv6PsHW8/s320/Butterfly1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241457326684654306" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-59582362778757052542008-09-01T05:51:00.000-07:002008-09-01T06:02:42.350-07:00The Little SpiderI was cleaning one night after my husband went to bed and I encountered a spider. Of course, this spider was not of the normal size, it was quite a large spider when considered in the general context of our small abode. Then again, it was just over an inch body wise and its legs were just less than two inches. But I was so scared and discombobulated, that I knew I must put the problem on hold and consult my spider expert, my husband. Though he was in a deep sleep, I awoke him and spoke to him of my problem, the “little” spider. He took a few moments, pulled together his strength, and went to relieve me of my problem. He removed the lid that I had used to cover up the spider in my escape and then whapped the spider with his sandal. I was relieved. I saw the spider was a large spider indeed, but I knew that I could have handled it, but I had wanted to rely on my husband to get me out of harm’s way.<br /> <br />We do the same thing with life. We encounter problems and circumstances that are just beyond our own reach and we sometimes think we can handle them. Then we realize that though we could face these problems on our own, we decide that we are not quite as “fierce” as we wanted to be in that situation. So we cower down, and we wait. What if we didn’t just cower, what if we asked for help? I know that God is waiting just like a husband would. He’s waiting just by our side, waiting for us to ask for his help. He doesn’t care that it’s just a “little spider”; He sincerely cares about our littlest dilemma. How amazing! I’m so ready to ask my husband for help, but I delay when it comes to our deliverer who wants to save me on a regular basis. I realize now that when I reach this situation that is just beyond my reach, and just farther than my comfort zone, Jesus is right there with sandal in hand ready to squish my little spider.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-3041250681454193082008-08-29T11:57:00.000-07:002008-08-29T12:08:30.631-07:00DeliveryFor once in your life<br />Admit it<br />You’re not Mr. Hot,<br />Mr. Sly.<br />You slink and slither<br />Down a path all of glitter<br />But it’s not<br />As it seems<br />Isn’t that so?<br />You make silver seem like platinum<br />And brass seem like gold<br />It’s getting old<br />And the tarnish<br />Killed the shine<br />Find a corner<br />And go dwell there<br />For your work<br />It is done here<br />Because I know<br />And you know<br />That you’re a phony<br />An authentic<br />Bona fide<br />Fraud<br />I will write an expose<br />On you another day<br />But for now<br />This letter<br />Does the trick<br />It makes me feel on high<br />And I hope it makes you cry<br />So long<br />And if you don’t mind<br />I’ll watch you slink away <br /><br /><p> © 2003 Brooke S. </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-80160536229524834272008-08-25T19:40:00.000-07:002008-08-25T20:16:41.659-07:00Five Quotes . . .<a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06571535105212711055" rel="nofollow">Terrie</a> said...<br />ok a new tagThe TagJot down 5 of your favorite quotes from the various books you’ve read. If you don’t have the books with you now, Googling (Wikiquotes and the like) can be used to find them. Tag five people and acknowledge the person who tagged you.<br /><br />Quote number one:<br />"Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?" Anne of Green Gables<br /><br />Quote number two:<br />"I may be strong-minded, but no one can say I'm out of my sphere now, for woman's special mission is supposed to be drying tears and bearing burdens." Little Women<br /><br />Quote number three:<br />"Where, you tend a rose, my lad,A thistle cannot grow." The Secret Garden<br /><br />Quote number four:<br />"You have plenty of courage, I am sure," answered Oz. "All you need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. The true courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty." The Wonderful Wizard of Oz<br /><br />Quote number five:<br />" . . . I could easily forgive HIS pride, if he had not mortified MINE." Pride and PrejudiceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-70687138697442729272008-08-25T12:57:00.000-07:002008-08-25T10:58:11.613-07:00Sugar and Spice<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Sugar And Spice And Everything Nice</strong></span></span><br /><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">by Brooke S.</span></em></strong></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">(this recipe is for husband everywhere in order to help them love their wives better)</span><br /></span></span><br />1 cup of smiles in the morning<br />2 tablespoons of thoughtfulness during the day<br />2 cups of time in the evening<br />2 drops of doing what needs doing<br />1½ teaspoons of listening<br />4 hugs<br />2 kisses<br />1 ½ boxes of presents<br />Sprinkle of encouragement<br /><br />Mix the teaspoons of listening with one tablespoon of thoughtfulness. Then take the other tablespoon of thoughtfulness and the cups of time, and mix it with the boxes of presents. Take the smiles, hugs, and kisses and knead them together (especially on her shoulders). Mix the listening and thoughtfulness and time and presents, with the smiles, hugs, and kisses (drop in the doing what needs doing too). Heat mixture with the fire of God, for 30 minutes each day (devotionals and the Bible will do). Do not leave sitting to cool down, serve while fresh and renewed. Make sure to sprinkle with a bit of encouragement and you’ll have the best Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice!<br /><br />Substitutes:<br />Encouragement: Verbal praise; Verbal acknowledgment; Verbal discussion of activities; Written notes; Written praise; Surprise written notes; Interest in Sugar and Spice</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />Thoughtfulness: concern; comfort; caring; putting aside the me and accentuating the us; Never substitute a bad attitude for the thoughtfulness.<br /><br />Time: Reading together; Playing board games; Walking together; Cleaning together; Cooking together; Holding each other; Poking each other; Occasionally chasing each other<br /><br />Presents: Any little thing to do with Sugar and Spice; Not hard to find a substitute; Must be willing to mix with thoughtfulness and time<br /><br />Listening: Means remembering all the ingredients that mix with Sugar and Spice; also means leaving out a few snails and puppy dog tails<br /><br />Doing what needs doing: Boxes, Dishes, Sweeping, Participating in the fixing of lunch with the<br />Sugar and Spice; Includes daily requests<br /><br />No substitute for smiles, hugs, and kisses.<br /></span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-63105922551716558052008-08-24T21:30:00.000-07:002008-08-24T21:37:16.844-07:00Why not? Six quirks.<div align="left">1. I cannot stand to have any hair in my bath water. Which is obviously really hard because when you wash your hair, your hair ends up in the water . . .</div><div align="left">2. I can honestly say that I have way too many interests and therefore I hardly move forward in any of the things that I care about.</div><div align="left">3. I'm lactose intolerant. If you give me a bowl of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">icecream</span>, you may want to stand at a safe distance.</div><div align="left">4. I am immobilized by clutter. I will literally become depressed and mope about if my house gets in too bad of shape.</div><div align="left">5. I want to be a Country Music Singer. No, really.</div><div align="left">6. I love seafood, and I hate scallops. I really want to like them, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everytime</span> I try them I hate them. It's really rotten to want to like something and not.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-89881734177238310792008-08-24T20:53:00.000-07:002008-08-24T21:17:01.320-07:00How I Met My HusbandI am doing this at the suggestion of <a href="http://www.sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribblings</a>. I haven't quite figured this whole blogspot thing out yet.<br /><a href="http://www.sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/"></a><br />I was a freshman in college and I began to attend the Officer Christian Fellowship (OCF) meetings. They were a great influence on my life at the time because as most freshman in college I had so many different influences pulling me this way and that. For the first semester, I attended about every other meeting. Also, I started dating a sophomore from VMI. He was a spunky guy who really made me question a lot of things about my life. Of course, I was pretty happy to be dating a sophomore when I was only a freshman. But really my life was a rollercoaster during this time. I questioned my faith, my beliefs, and I really let down myself and a whole lot of other people. However, the one good things this guy ended up doing was that he introduced me to future husband.<br /><br />One other VMI guy helped me out and paid for me to go on the OCF retreat in February. My boyfriend at the time wouldn't go. He waited outside with me as I waited to get on the bus to leave for the retreat. A rat (at VMI that's the freshmen) walked up and my boyfriend introduced me to him. He said this guy James was tutoring him in math. Of course, I was confused because I couldn't figure out why the freshman was tutoring my sophomore boyfriend. I brushed it off and said goodbye to my boyfriend and got on the bus. <br /><br />I ended up sitting next to another friend of mine who was a senior at VMI. He was actually the student in charge of the OCF that year. We talked for a while and then he wanted to talk to a friend who was sitting a few rows ahead next to the window. So he switched with the guy next to him and so guess who ended up next to me? James. We talked the entire ride to Salt Water Springs. I figured I was okay hanging out with him because he knew I was dating the sophomore. The retreat began and we still ended up seeing a lot of each other. We played board games, talked, walked, and ended up seating near each other the entire retreat. By this time, I definitely thought he might have missed the fact that I was dating the sophomore. So I ended up getting one of my friends to give him the scoop later on, but he still wanted to be my friend. We exchanged IM screen names and talked all the time.<br /><br />As you might guess, the sophomore and me didn't work out. He told me he was going to take some other girl to his Junior Ring Figure. So I told him he'd have to find another girlfriend. It took a while but James and I ended up beginning to date the following OCF retreat, and then we were engaged a few months before we graduated college. I guess in the end, I have the sophomore to thank for introducing me to my husband!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888456337654671470.post-57067758979333064142008-08-22T21:04:00.000-07:002008-08-22T21:07:33.888-07:00First EntrySo everyone has been trying to get me onto blogspot, so I figured I really ought to give in after so much prodding. Of course, this only applies to writing, I'm not so easily influenced in other things. I suppose on blogspot I can share my thoughts, some of my poetry, some of my writings, and also I am guessing that I'll be sharing a lot of the trials I will soon be facing with my husband going overseas soon. Thanks for reading the first of many blogs.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11123512330991547999noreply@blogger.com1