tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066147344199709272024-02-02T01:53:03.910-06:00Girled CheeseThe goooey gooey goodness in the middlePryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-6771372970748365102011-05-28T11:48:00.000-05:002011-05-28T11:48:49.377-05:00The Age Old Battle<div style="text-align: center;">Two Wolves</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a<br />
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The battle is between two 'wolves' inside us all.<br />
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One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret,<br />
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Inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.<br />
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The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope,<br />
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The grandson thought about it for a minute<br />
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The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-3103786796996804792011-04-07T21:51:00.002-05:002011-04-07T21:51:29.166-05:00Your inner voice, will find it's way out<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F4XMlhCfp3Q" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe>Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-78466796859099888922011-04-04T19:20:00.000-05:002011-04-04T19:20:30.317-05:00A Perfect Moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvS2VSmjqi8Zq3l_gXdzFGXPs06RRGd4oMZzX5TK8bNWbSsGnYjawW1j3maPRiHluK2XrBbF48E6NLSh6pTd9pFrQYqYpYlg_5y7fptNAJzsiNv_2CmlZuZ1Ep_wq3-ffBGpB1rfoFaYi/s1600/4626130873_4547041f0a_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvS2VSmjqi8Zq3l_gXdzFGXPs06RRGd4oMZzX5TK8bNWbSsGnYjawW1j3maPRiHluK2XrBbF48E6NLSh6pTd9pFrQYqYpYlg_5y7fptNAJzsiNv_2CmlZuZ1Ep_wq3-ffBGpB1rfoFaYi/s320/4626130873_4547041f0a_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I was having one of 'those' days. You know...the kind of day where, by no fault of your own, it feels like there must be some malicious force at work that gets it's kicks at causing you grief. <br />
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My divorce lawyer had informed me that things we going to take longer, as my ex was not agreeable to my terms, and in fact thinks himself entitled to more money. Sigh! I had gotten my paycheck a few days prior, and it was far less than normal due to the short month of February, meaning I was in for some penny pinching days ahead. My stomach was aching, I was exhausted from working strange hours, and even the weather...nice the day before, now matched my dark and stormy mood. <br />
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I had checked my account online as I had deposited via ATM, and was a bit wary of this. I needed to get gas desperately, so I was glad to see everything had gone smoothly with my deposit. I asked for $20 in gas and went inside to pay, picking up a soda for my evening shift. When I went to pay....the teller told me that my bank card was coming up saying there was an issue, and I was to call the bank. This had actually happened twice before (the bank clerk had made a mistake...x2!) so I was totally appalled to be in this situation yet again..not to mention mortified by the humiliation of having this happen to me in front of the now long line of customers. <br />
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As I was standing there dealing with this, a lovely lady offered to pay the gas, but I declined her offer, as I was still on hold and was sure they would fix their error promptly. But she smiled at me, paid the man with cash for my gas, and gave me her business card. I thanked her profusely as she left. The banks themselves were closed, so I only reached their after hours person who could do nothing as the account had been held due to an issue with the ATM machine. Whomever had done this had forgotten to remove the hold, and couldn't fix it until the morning <br />
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I was now severely late for work, panicking over the new girl being there alone, and totally bewildered by what had just taken place. But mostly I felt overwhelming gratitude for the kindness of a stranger. I was profoundly moved by her gesture of good will! The one small act of sheer thoughtfulness caused me to look at my day differently... The unpleasant event wasn't so bad at all anymore, when it ended with such a wonderful gesture. <br />
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The next day, the bank fixed their mistake, apologizing profusely. I sent the money along with a nice thank-you note to Bernice, filled with all my warmest thoughts and gratitude. I hadn't thought a whole lot on the incident since, as life has it's way of bustling you forward at alarming speed sometimes. <br />
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In my mailbox, was an envelope and I recognized Bernice's name on the return address. I was concerned..."Did I not send the proper amount back?" But, when I tore into the envelope I found a beautiful card. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>ONE SEED CAN START A GARDEN. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>ONE SMILE CAN LIFT A SPIRIT. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>ONE CANDLE CAN LIGHT A ROOM. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>ONE CONVERSATION CAN START A FRIENDSHIP. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>ONE PERSON CAN</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em> MAKE ALL THE DIFFERENCE-</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>THAT ONE IS YOU.</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div align="left">That's what the card read. Along with a note in the neatest of handwriting. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><em> It seems silly to send a thank-you for a thank-you but I really felt I wanted to! I wanted you to know you made my day and at the risk of sounding very cliche, restored my faith in people!</em> </div><div align="left"><em> It was my pleasure to help out and I would hope someone would do the same for my daughter if she was in your spot. And we've all been in that spot at sometime. </em></div><div align="left"><em>The most amazing thing to me, about this whole episode, is the integrity that you demonstrated. </em><em>To take the time to write a note and to follow through as you did, really demonstrates your character, and you should be proud!</em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>Bernice</em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left">Life doesn't get more much more lovely than that! </div><div align="left"><br />
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It was wierd at first, as washing with a bar soap has always been reported as the worst of sins...but my new secret weapon is just that...<br />
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DOVE BEAUTY BAR (sensitive skin-fragrance free)<br />
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<div align="left">Costs like 2 bucks...and works wonders!! Even removing eye make-up like a charm. Love, love!!</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">Next I slather on Derma e Vitamin E cream...I swoon over this rich, silky cream! So in love with it...and at your local Walmart for just $9.99!</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">To my wonder cream I have added a lil known ingredient...Seabuckthorn Oil. PURE MAGIC!!</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">For morning cleanses that won't strip my face of it's essential oils, and get rid of grim from sleep, I have been using, and loving on <a href="http://thayers.com/">Thayers</a> Rosewater and Witch hazel Toner</div><div align="left"><br />
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1-2 times a week I do exfoliate with with either the <a href="http://www.stives.com/">St.Ives</a> Apricot or Microdermabrasion scrubs. This helps get rid of the dead skin cells hanging around, and brightens up your skin. Both are available at your local Supermarket, for around $4-$6 I believe.<br />
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So there you have it....give it a try if you find that you have dry skin too. <br />
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Hope it works for you as well as it has for me!<br />
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</div>Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-47480139595640919952011-03-12T17:52:00.000-06:002011-03-12T17:52:16.478-06:00Out of HibernationI have been MIA...intentionally. I just needed a break from blogging....and in Manitoba...January/February is time to hibernate, which I take full advantage of. Been busy working some strange hours, making our new house a home, going to the dentist ( i got a filling for the first time...YIKES!!) as well as other med appts (winter and a fresh new year seem the best time for me to take care of those types of things) and just plain surviving the winter.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Also did some painting, <a href="http://papercutting.blogspot.com/">Scherenschnitte</a>(which is so fun to say AND do) photography, saw HEART in concert (bucket list item checked off!!) and other stuff n' things. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have officially quit drinking coffee....for a week now...due to my stomach, and it sucks about as much as I thought it would. But alas, it is necessary. I am drinking this stuff called <a href="http://www.edelweissimports.com/krakus-coffee-substitute-pr-636.html">Krakus</a>...a coffee subsitute and tea as replacements...albeit it's just not the same. I have also been taking half a <a href="http://www.irritable-bowel-syndrome.ws/caltrate-plus.htm">Caltrate</a> with meals and probiotics as well, and so far so good!!! EEExcited to feel better!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><ul><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Making <a href="http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/eggs-benedict-breakfast-pizza/Detail.aspx">Eggs Benedict Breakfast Pizza</a></div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Riding my bike like a woman obssessed</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Emailing <a href="http://www.davidsuzuki.org/#">David Suzuki</a> to help me with my environmental idea</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Puddle jumping in my splash boots</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Putting together a team for the <a href="http://convio.cancer.ca/site/PageServer?pagename=RFL_CAN_home_accueil&s_locale=en_ca">Canadian Cancer Society Relay for Life</a></div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Having my Wellness Proposal ok'd at work, and working on that</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Having my own communal garden and becoming a green thumb</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Getting my website up and running</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Planning a SISTERS ONLY weekend for my sisters and I, in April</div></li>
</ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And now that I am back here, I will document and blog about these many adventures of course!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What have you been busy at? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I would love to hear from you and gather great ideas!!! Comment away please!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-16968596172137492282011-02-01T18:00:00.000-06:002011-02-01T18:00:03.288-06:00VulnerabilityI watched this last week and I was blown away...funny, moving and inspirational. I've been working on it...<br />
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I have been busy pathing down a steady stride forward leading into 2011. Chucking non - essesntials, getting down to basics. Imma be startin' it fresh. <br />
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Got my yearly physical.<br />
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Get this...while I try to take this in stride...I mean...monitoring your health is important and a neccesity. So ya gotta do it...it's just darn right sketchy right? So...while I try to concentrate on my breathing, and picture a soft sandy beach until it's over, I hear some strange tinny version of a pop song. And much to my chargrin...it's his cellphone!! <br />
I'm thinking..."no way he'll answer it given the situation" all the while watching him flip it open, mouth at me, "Sorry...important!" And proceeds to leave me there, legs wide apart and thinking...."SERIOUSLY!? @%&** This can't actually be happening to me!" This is some scene from a comedy sitcom or something!?"<br />
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Then he gave me the flu shot and I left so bewildred.<br />
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Cleaned the house top to bottom, and decorated. Got our stink and germs all over the place. I also did a home cleansing ritual to clear the way for our new life here! I hope to make it a stable, comforting place full of creativity and grace. I got rid of all kinds of excess paper from my paper hoard. But not nearly enough of it I'm sure. I have plans for all my lil notes n' such you see...<br />
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Got a 30 cent check in the mail.....instead of one I'd been waiting on. Followed by said check. Followed promptly by a 24 cent check. I will never understand why the government chooses to do things ass backwards all the time.<br />
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Seeing the dentist next week, all squeaky and clean....just getting things streamlined and clutter free...which is how I plan to run this Sara show.<br />
Planning and hibernating...<br />
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Found this gem recently, on one of my internet journeys at <a href="http://unicornsforsocialism.com/2010/12/07/2011-manifesto-cheat-sheet/">Unicorns for Socialism</a><br />
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Which I feel was an omen...since that same day I saw this.... on my computer screen...<br />
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Sensory Surroundings, Sights & Sounds:<br />
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POWER COLOR: Ruby Red<br />
TEXTILE: Satin<br />
FLAVOR: Sumatra<br />
ANTHEM: All Fired Up<br />
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FANTASY, MYSTERY, MAGIC & MIRRORING:<br />
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PRETEND BEST FRIEND FOREVERr: Ellen Dejeneres<br />
FANTASY MENTOR: Bob Marley<br />
TOTEM ANIMAL: Wolf<br />
SPIRIT GUIDE:Native Medicine Man (sometime I will blog about the time I saw him)<br />
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EMOTIONS & ELECTRICAL IMPULSES:<br />
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GENTLY SPOONING: Purpose<br />
MAKING FRIENDS WITH: Doubt<br />
CEREMONIOUSLY BURNING: Emotional Reaction<br />
INVITING OVER FOR TEA: Entrepreneurs<br />
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NON-GUILTY PLEASURE(s): Hidden beauty, Lindor chocolate, solitude, age, non-conformity, minimalism, bath bombs, and shiraz<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Another year to live!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To banish worry, doubt, and fear,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">...This bright new year is given me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To live each day with zest . . .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To daily grow and try to be</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My highest and my best!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have the opportunity</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once more to right some wrongs,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To pray for peace, to plant a tree,</div><br />
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This past year has been a year of discovery. Discovering self - my creative self, my inner strength, self love, and learning how to show my self to the world. I share my geniune self through my art, through acts of kindness, through honesty, by living and acting upon my ethics and values, and my continuous efforts to be the best I can be. <br />
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I want to go to a naturopath in the New Year, learn guitar, launch my website, take some art/photography courses, I still have yet to skinny dip, and mostly travel outside of Canada...or in Canada, as long as I travel somewhere new.<br />
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Prompt: Healing. What healed you this year? Was it sudden, or a drip-by-drip evolution? How would you like to be healed in 2011?<br />
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Prompt: Future self. Imagine yourself five years from now. What advice would you give your current self for the year ahead? (Bonus: Write a note to yourself 10 years ago. What would you tell your younger self?)<br />
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Dear Sara,<br />
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Please don't worry about your future. Just believe in yourself and take chances. Trust your intuition and know that you have what it takes. Smile, be happy. Live, love and laugh!<br />
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xoxo<br />
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I'm sure I would choose Eve. It happens to be my middle name and a traditonal family name as well. I like that it is simple, different and beautiful. <br />
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Prompt: Photo - a present to yourself. Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and what it best reveals about you. <br />
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Prompt: Ordinary joy. Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year?<br />
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I believe this year I found the most joy when I was outside. I got outdoors more this year and truly loved it. The wind, the birds, the sun, the fresh air. Whether it was biking, hiking, walking, stomping, running, or just plain old cloud watching..the best moments were in the outdoors.Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-54909723748578714482010-12-29T18:05:00.000-06:002010-12-29T18:05:43.624-06:00Take A Look around...You're already there<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXhj6z8nXZRBrZfTTEHfrxWUKaOnTCq-sT_4Zx_8hZit_7_a-q1vRDxLGIEbyItPzt52XmDAo4tLNLdNPFTV39jEO46OxsMFm5pTUoAsu1EuEWluzWymVYARz4fHll7i6xAKuYcWl0cZt/s1600/tumblr_l4pb3mVjC61qazwovo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXhj6z8nXZRBrZfTTEHfrxWUKaOnTCq-sT_4Zx_8hZit_7_a-q1vRDxLGIEbyItPzt52XmDAo4tLNLdNPFTV39jEO46OxsMFm5pTUoAsu1EuEWluzWymVYARz4fHll7i6xAKuYcWl0cZt/s320/tumblr_l4pb3mVjC61qazwovo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Prompt: 11 Things. What are 11 things your life doesn't need in 2011? How will you go about eliminating them? How will getting rid of these 11 things change your life? <br />
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1.Worry<br />
2.Guilt<br />
3.Doubt<br />
4.Drama<br />
5.Boredom<br />
6.Shame<br />
7.Failure<br />
8.Resentment<br />
9.Toxins<br />
10.Hurt<br />
11.Fear<br />
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I want to Fly in 2010. Let go and just Be. I am taking hold of the reins, and no letting anyone or any event dictate who I should be. <br />
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I have been busy and learned much in the past few years, and I want 2011 to be about transforming that knowledge into something wonderful. I am starting right now, by forgiving. This is a wholly selfish thing mind you...i forgive for my sake alone. There is no need to hold on to any of the above feelings..doing so only hurts myself. By forgiving and letting go of negatives, I make way for more positives...and that can only amount to more happiness. <br />
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Prompt: 5 minutes. Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2010 in five minutes. Set an alarm for five minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2010.<br />
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"Meeting" my love and , My daughter saying, "I Love You" again <br />
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Prompt: Lesson learned. What was the best thing you learned about yourself this past year? And how will you apply that lesson going forward?<br />
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That I AM good enough just by being me, and I am stronger than even I understood<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: black;">Here's a great link to Zen Habits....where they discuss how to attain </span><a href="http://zenhabits.net/peace/"><span style="background-color: white; color: black;">Peace</span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: black;">...which is all i want for Christmas!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black;">One of my fav christmas songs, by one of my favorite guys...</span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black;">I like the Michael Buble version better, but this is the one I could find with lyrics. They strick a chord with me at this time of year, and the pictures really tell a story. This is what Christmas means to me...</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">Here are some decorations around my new place...</span></div><br />
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The Best Ever Christmas <a href="http://blog.moviefone.com/2009/11/04/best-christmas-movies">movies</a><br />
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And Some more Christmasy Pics to get you in the mood....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black;">Okay...just one more tune</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Happy Holidays to you all! </span></div>Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-7564643023022880962010-12-16T17:48:00.000-06:002010-12-16T17:48:05.956-06:00Not All Who Wander, Are LostPrompt2: Writing. What do you do each day that doesn't contribute to your writing -- and can you eliminate it?<br />
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Work, singlemomdom, and creative pursuits in general are what keep me busy, and from writing each day. I can not eliminate any of these things, nor do I wish it to be so! In fact, after I lost my job as a creative copywriter many moons ago, I had a lot of trouble writing at ALL. So, in 2009-2010 I found blogging, and although I wish I could get here more often....I feel that I have overcome my doubts about my writing abilities and have learned to love it once again. <br />
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Prompt3: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors). <br />
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My bike is purple. And it's the coolest thing EVER! On a warm sunny afternoon, zooming down by the river with the wind in my hair, and a smile on my face. My Love cruising alongside me. That's when I feel completely alive.<br />
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Prompt4: Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?<br />
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Wonder...I feel as though 2010 was full of the stuff. I had thought after 2009's debacle of events, that I was set to live my life alone. I had braced myself for this fact, and had deliberately decided that love wasn't worth it. Wonder of wonders....life had other plans for me. And as the saying goes, when you stop looking that's where you'll find it. Before my very eyes all along, where I least expected it, when I had no intentions of doing so, I fell in love. And it has given me such tremendous joy and satisfaction. It has taught me to never, say never. Miracles DO happen. Something I thought was so horrible, was actually a blessing in disguise. I could have spent my entire life being miserable, with the wrong someone. Instead...I was given another chance to be with the one I truly was meant for. Everything happens for a reason....I know that is true.<br />
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If you haven't already...get on it.....<a href="http://www.reverb10.com/">Reverb 10</a><br />
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Prompt: One Word. Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you're choosing that word. Now, imagine it's one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?<br />
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I thought long and hard for a word that would sum up 2010. I finally came up with DISCOVERY for the following reasons. <br />
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I discovered true love. I had been told, and had read that when you finally find your Mr. Right you'll just 'know' I thought I had known this before, but I discovered that, that was just me, convincing myself. My Love is my prince, a man I completely trust, and feel safe being myself with. He is truly my soul mate and carries my heart, in his heart. <br />
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I discovered....my creative side again! I spent much time doing things I have always longed to. I explored my love of photography, art, design, writing, crafting and cooking. Taking time for these things has brought me so much joy and happiness. <br />
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I discovered gratitude. It's in the littliest things, in the tiniest of moments, that truly inspire. Family, friends, laughing, a smile, giving to others. To keep positive and remember that there is so much to be thankful for. <br />
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I discovered family. A new one,(in my new step-girlies-they opened my heart to even more love) and one that has always been there, but had gotten a bit bogged down by a series of misfortunate events. My daughter and I have finally come through this stronger, and better. We found each other again. To hear her say, " I love you," in return was the best moment! To see her progress makes me so proud! <br />
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I learned to say No...that I can't be everywhere and do everything. I am not perfect, and that is ok. . I try hard to be a good girlfriend, friend, daughter, sister, Mom, family member, co-worker. Sometimes I can't be all these things at once, and sometimes I don't get it right, but I try....that is enough. And people that truly 'get it' will still be there. <br />
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DISCOVERY!! <br />
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And for 2011...word bird selects.... <br />
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PEACE! <br />
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I hope for peace, quiet and a chance to breathe in 2011. I would like to feel settled. To stop looking around the corner for the next shoe to drop, or the next crisis. No drama, just living in the happiness and joy I have found. <br />
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So.....I had a colonoscopy/endoscopy on Monday. <br />
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What a pain in the...derriere! A necessary evil, I do understand, but...GROSS!! Even for me. I say this, as I have been suffering from major stomach problems for quiet sometime now, and poop in all forms has become a regular topic of conversation with me. I am very in tune with my bowel movements because I have to be. <br />
I didn't know about the endoscopy before hand. Probably a good thing, as that part was ROUGH!! First of all, the sedative they gave me, didn't knock me out completely, as I had to be somewhat coherent for the swallowing of this tubular camera. That was....trippy...that's really the only thing I can think of. A scene from a movie, or strange music video by Kesha. I felt like I was very drunk, or been slipped some date rape drug. The radio was on so the tunes were pumping, the nurse was holding me down because I was fighting (I couldn't breathe...i was stuffed up and once that tube got jammed down my pipe, my body went into panic mode!) and my gag reflux was kickin' in big time. I could see the monitor but all I could make out was a whirlwind of strange pics. Like what you see whizzing by you from a roller coaster, when you're upside down, dizzy and going full speed ahead. <br />
I think I will be haunted by this forever. I was knocked out and violated. For my own good!!!!<br />
THEN...I came too, was back to my 'normal' self, and went home.<br />
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Out of 8 somewhat normal looking pictures, one looked like what I would guess the inside of a tornado looks like. It's all white, kinda greenish/grey looking. It does not belong. There is something horridly wrong with it. I believe it is my stomach...from my Internet investigations.<br />
I also believe it to be Candida Albicans (fancy name for overgrowth of yeast). This is a new thing for me, so I researched the S@#t (ha ha...the puns are so punny!) out of it.<br />
Now apparently this Candida can cause some serious damage to a body. All kinds of theories aside,(pharmacutical company conspiracy theory?? hmmm....) people need to know more about this!!!! Due to circumstance, I consider myself quite knowledgeable in all areas gut related...and I had no clue. If it causes <a href="http://www.homemadebodycleanse.com/candida/Candida-Symptoms.html">as many of the symptoms as indicated</a> and leads to so many health problems, not to mention work/mental and other issues....than I can't fathom why I have never even heard of such a thing before. I mean I have heard of yeast infections of the vag-jay jay of course, but I had no idea if could occur anywhere else! People can die if it gets into the blood stream and cause sepsis! Although what I've been through regarding my evil guts, is a rather personal matter, and not a joy to discuss, I HAVE to share my findings. I think more people need to be aware. It's an epidemic of disastrous proportions. <br />
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<a href="http://www.thecandidadiet.com/">Info about Candida here</a><br />
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I'm always in for a challenge, so I am jumping into this diet thing with both feet. I can't see my specialist until December, who could still diagnosis something different, but my family doctor agreed with me, and suggested I give it a go as well. Being a vegetarian makes it a double dare, as the diet calls for high-protein...but I won't be headed back to the land of omnivore, so we are getting creative...which ups the fun quotient. <br />
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So far...well, the yeast is rebelling. The little arse holios are protesting their lack of sugar in a fierce way. But I am on a mission to show this evil fungi who is da boss. <br />
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Day 1<br />
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<strong>Breakfast:</strong><br />
2 Hard-Boiled eggs<br />
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<strong>Lunch</strong><br />
Spincach Salad with homemade vingrette<br />
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<strong>Supper</strong><br />
Cauliflower & Chickpea Curry with rice*<br />
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<strong>Snacks:</strong><br />
Almonds, Crystal Light Juice, Natural Yogurt with granola and cinnamon, Green Tea<br />
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Day 2<br />
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<strong>Breakfast</strong><br />
Yogurt and Almonds<br />
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<strong>Lunch</strong><br />
Left-over CC Curry<br />
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Veggie Stir-Fry with Rice<br />
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Pomegrante Green Tea, Crystal Lite Raspberry Green Tea, Yogurt with Granola, Green Juice (I used, kale, 1 apple, 2 large carrots, 2 celery stalks, handful of spinach, and 1 oz. Aloe Vera Juice)<br />
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*<a href="http://foodforthoughtuk.com/expertadvice/anticandidarecipes.php">Recipe</a><br />
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I am taking a plethora of Supplements:<br />
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<a href="http://www.renewlife.ca/products.php?id=36">Renewlife Candigone</a><br />
Renewlife Candizyme<br />
Renewlife Ultimate Flora<br />
B Complex Liquid<br />
Daily Multi-Vitamin<br />
Vitamin C<br />
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In the words of my neice..."Lead on my Fearless leader, You chariot awaits!"Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-32746824934974679942010-10-29T14:42:00.000-05:002010-10-29T14:42:34.445-05:00I can't help it....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jy6qqq36fpB9qdnJcPwCJ7u255Kvk8T-QZahFH8eoZVyvsy8QM3SlvOjJE4921LiRoKLrKtCFw7oa1b7ZkZV5w7mpzfwZxygpRS1sUap270Hyz8U0E7gRRbNg22WUN0HH_1DSSTEZvMk/s1600/182209572v11_480x480_Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jy6qqq36fpB9qdnJcPwCJ7u255Kvk8T-QZahFH8eoZVyvsy8QM3SlvOjJE4921LiRoKLrKtCFw7oa1b7ZkZV5w7mpzfwZxygpRS1sUap270Hyz8U0E7gRRbNg22WUN0HH_1DSSTEZvMk/s320/182209572v11_480x480_Front.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gaston Bachelard</div>Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-23877854255053044492010-10-27T09:31:00.000-05:002010-10-27T09:31:30.948-05:00Over the Threshold<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTnIpbuASTfSJaJbPK4Vmw57iPghy-2fWQ07p9e5gxUWheCAIgFJ67xBN-WJMGWq1gy7T4quMj7BGH2j6R_KJsRNPmkRMaHrfuuVAuzi41uS-8SFz3gySjP5dlPj_nSLZvZ4Szan2aQJ8/s1600/RZ002697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTnIpbuASTfSJaJbPK4Vmw57iPghy-2fWQ07p9e5gxUWheCAIgFJ67xBN-WJMGWq1gy7T4quMj7BGH2j6R_KJsRNPmkRMaHrfuuVAuzi41uS-8SFz3gySjP5dlPj_nSLZvZ4Szan2aQJ8/s320/RZ002697.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br />
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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.<br />
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Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.<br />
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She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?<br />
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I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!<br />
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With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.<br />
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She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.<br />
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The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.<br />
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When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.<br />
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In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.<br />
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This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.<br />
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She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.<br />
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I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.<br />
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My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.<br />
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On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.<br />
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On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.<br />
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On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.<br />
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She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.<br />
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Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.<br />
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Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.<br />
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But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.<br />
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I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay wouldmake me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.<br />
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She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.<br />
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Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.<br />
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At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.<br />
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That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.<br />
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My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....<br />
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The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!<br />
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Share this and, you just might save a marriage.<br />
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Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.<br />
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I finally decide not to sell my vehicular. Even though I am not a big fan of this particular car of mine, we kinda need it. I put the registration on yesterday. Big day!!! I'm excited to drive it once again....backing outta the drive should be easier in a smaller vessel. Anywhoo...as it has sat for nearly a year, I said to my love that we should take it for a little tour in case it needs to work out some kinks, and get it some gas etc.<br />
So, I get all geared up and in I get. <br />
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VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM....CRASH!!!<br />
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The gas peddle totalled stuck, and I crashed into the family van.<br />
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We'll need to get this checked out before I get on the road...............Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-86059326856266054192010-10-10T14:54:00.000-05:002010-10-10T14:54:46.731-05:00Thanksgiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirJ3i5UrdGrfLjw5gmytkrNCY-aTwCU6KFpIYKEstBWy4cGeoX6IGOs_1oOnYUqK1iPz9Jzn0fVgsRoRsVSPQE9d-rSvClHbaJ8C6Smn-bLV_GfhhgJD4K-jLmSJDH-nY61-d6cUlVE_W/s1600/4239211410_210a62e2ba_b_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirJ3i5UrdGrfLjw5gmytkrNCY-aTwCU6KFpIYKEstBWy4cGeoX6IGOs_1oOnYUqK1iPz9Jzn0fVgsRoRsVSPQE9d-rSvClHbaJ8C6Smn-bLV_GfhhgJD4K-jLmSJDH-nY61-d6cUlVE_W/s1600/4239211410_210a62e2ba_b_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.yesandyes.org/2010/10/permission.html">Yes and Yes</a> to this! </div>Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-31240593802862364122010-10-04T17:43:00.000-05:002010-10-04T17:43:24.415-05:00Top 50 scariest horror movies of all time - Halloween movies - Boston.comIt's that time again...time to get your freak on. Freaky movies that is....Some of these I could only watch during daylight hours for sure!!<br /><br />Eeeeee......k<br /><br /><a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/movies/gallery/top_50_scary_movies?camp=misc:on:share:gallery">Top 50 scariest horror movies of all time - Halloween movies - Boston.com</a>Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-39964053756076468062010-10-04T17:41:00.000-05:002010-10-04T17:41:37.693-05:00Acordian playing becomes coolSo into this song....it's not like anything out there right now, which I'm all about!! <br />
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Untreated ADHD. <br />
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She refuses to take her medication. I long for the days when I could put cherry flavored medicine into a syringe and shoot it down her throat. <br />
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These are not those days. <br />
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She refuses to see her doctor...won't get into the vehicle. I long for the days when I could pick her up and plunk her down into her carseat, safely buckled in. <br />
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These are not those days.<br />
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She cannot sleep properly. Sometimes she's awake for the entire night, only falling to sleep when it's time to go to school. Making it next to impossible to wake in the morning. And even when she does sleep, it's all I can do to get her up. I long for the days when I would read to her, then lay there snuggled up to her and rub her back until I heard her sleep breathing, in and out...<br />
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These are not those days.<br />
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She cannot get out the door on time for the life of her. She forgets everything. Her hair has to be JUST SO. It has to be THIS shirt or nothing. I long for the days when I would pick her outfit, and do her hair in pigtails while she watch Dora and ate waffles every morning. <br />
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These are not those days.<br />
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I live in fear that she will get kicked out of school for lack of attendance, or for being late everyday. Statistics of untreated ADHD flash through my mind......<br />
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*Teenagers with ADHD have 400% more traffic accidents and traffic tickets than teen without ADHD. <br />
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*Twice as many teens with this disorder will run away from home (about 32%) than teens without ADHD. <br />
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*As many as 50% of the teenagers in juvenile detention facilities have untreated ADHD. <br />
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*Teens with untreated ADHD are three times more likely to be arrested for arson (16%) as those without ADHD. <br />
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*Teenagers with untreated ADHD are ten times more likely to get pregnant, or cause a pregnancy, than those without the disorder. <br />
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*Teens untreated for ADHD are 400% more likely to contract a sexually transmitted disease than those without ADHD. <br />
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*Teens untreated for ADHD will average two arrests by the age of 18. <br />
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*Approximately 20% of teenagers with untreated ADHD will be arrested for a felony. <br />
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*It is reported that almost 10% of people with <span class="highlight">ADHD</span> have <a class="tokosmix" href="http://www.righthealth.com/topic/Suicide?as=clink&ac=1426&afc=6948156320" kmap_score="0.640133" old_onclick="null" orig_text="attempted suicide" rel="nofollow" renderer="InTextLinks" style="color: #2200cc; font-weight: bolder;" target="activeframe" title="Suicide">attempted suicide</a> within the past 3 years. About 5% die from either suicide or <a class="tokosmix" href="http://www.righthealth.com/topic/Injury%20prevention?as=clink&ac=1426&afc=6948156320" kmap_score="0.221905" old_onclick="null" orig_text="accidental injury" rel="nofollow" renderer="InTextLinks" style="color: #2200cc; font-weight: bolder;" target="activeframe" title="Injury prevention">accidental injury</a><br />
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*It is common for people with ADHD to turn to addictive substances such as alcohol, marijuana, heroin, prescription tranquilizers, pain medication, nicotine, caffeine, sugar, cocaine and street amphetamines in attempts to soothe their restless brains and bodies.<br />
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I fear for her life, as I watch her throw it away. I feel hopeless, but know if I loose hope then she doesn't stand a chance. She's my baby...I HAVE to have hope. I won't give up. I just don't know what to do next. I have tryed all I can think of.....<br />
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She's a GOOD kid. She's gorgeous, talented, funny, creative, an amazing friend, smart, and loving. <br />
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I long for the day when she sees what I see....Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-67574460769160618542010-09-28T20:28:00.000-05:002010-09-28T20:28:03.402-05:00And this lil' piggie went puddle jumpin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDaZVEIV-HalrAjVdVCfwwiLQwGsQDYuKnqXz9W0Tu59y-OYGVDlE1D1H6Q726VkQ4VR0jDe3J8MhT0k-PUT6DsOQJt_5ISHG7903KNb09n5PaSOyRi6tGGIf_PBc0feQF1rKet1atxMY3/s1600/piggie-4926f5e82caca9c6ce12f7bf7e9f03b3_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDaZVEIV-HalrAjVdVCfwwiLQwGsQDYuKnqXz9W0Tu59y-OYGVDlE1D1H6Q726VkQ4VR0jDe3J8MhT0k-PUT6DsOQJt_5ISHG7903KNb09n5PaSOyRi6tGGIf_PBc0feQF1rKet1atxMY3/s1600/piggie-4926f5e82caca9c6ce12f7bf7e9f03b3_m.jpg" /></a></div><br />
If this don't make ya smile on a Tuesday.....Pryncezzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922094561429170605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206614734419970927.post-73540819597029486102010-09-23T17:18:00.000-05:002010-09-23T17:18:13.993-05:00True MudTrue Mud...Seasame Street takes on True Blood in this wierd lil skit...<br />
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