tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82232448873102733102024-02-07T18:52:52.160-08:00Loving My Life... and ALL that comes with itLet's face it, It's not always a walk in the park on a Summer's Day, but when all is said and done, I LOVE it!
I am devoted to being open and honest. You couldn't make this stuff up! Such is my story. There is Drama and horror, that's why I Blog it. Find more on <a href="http://c4pres2024.blogspot.com/">My Politics</a>, <a href="http://mypassion-candace.blogspot.com/">My Passion</a>, or <a href="http://abcdejhalfdozenroses.blogspot.com/">I Am Mommy</a>Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.comBlogger666125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-59894594835781688382019-03-25T12:47:00.000-07:002019-03-27T00:48:06.022-07:00Where life has goneI can't believe how many.... Years it's been.<br />
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Life with a new born... And teens wasn't conducive for my previously journaling life.<br />
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It's the end of March. For us that means living at Lagoon for the next 7 months. Woo hoo!!! My kids enjoy it... But not like I do. And our fiesty 2 year old is hot on my heels. She loves it there. But unlike others, she's been broken in YOUNG. Elizabeth is grateful for the fine months it's closed. Elysia, being the only child of mine to ride EVERYTHING, likes it almost as much as I do... It helps that her friends go. AnyA is very much middle of the road. Jacob rides ALMOST everything but still gets anxious. And Bella could benefit from some Valium.😉<br />
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This year starts off a little different. I'm pregnant, but a miscarriage is being predicted by the Dr. So, time will tell if I'm riding or watching this season.<br />
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That's us in a nut shell. This is my 2nd pregnancy since Christmas. And we're praying that this one ends successfully this fall.... Because we are ready for big kid life .❤️Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-25255990689656445492015-11-18T22:54:00.001-08:002015-11-18T22:56:44.532-08:00MY Country. MY home<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #444444; font-family: 'OFL Sorts Mill Goudy TT', Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 1.2em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: top;">
“Your country is like your house; you expect visitors who come to your house to respect you and respect your rules, not the opposite. Visitors must appreciate your kindness and your generosity for receiving them into your home and not impose their own rules on you. This is your house, you own it, so you have the obligation to protect it and defend it.</div>
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“If the visitor doesn’t like your rules, all he has to do is to leave. Nobody obliged him to visit you, and nobody will prevent him from leaving. As he came to your house by his own choice, he can leave your house freely or by force, if required.”</div>
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Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-22354373386556019552015-11-11T10:24:00.003-08:002015-11-11T10:24:30.784-08:00Happy Veterans Day 2015<span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1e1e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.75px;">O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!</span><br />
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I purchased this book this weekend. And tonight, we began reading it as a Family.<br />
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Tonight, we began learning about Habit # 1: Do not focus on your weaknesses.<br />
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Instead, focus on your strengths.Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-1396178368694708172015-10-17T21:15:00.003-07:002015-10-17T21:16:57.863-07:00Birthday Delivery (s)This year, for the first time in a few years, David picked out and planned to surprise me with a series of packages delivered to our home.<br />
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Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-22887652904258427772015-10-17T18:20:00.001-07:002015-10-17T18:20:49.723-07:00My life changed todayI went to the Jordan River Temple today. I've been going to various Temples for one reason or another my whole life. I've been doing Baptisms for the Dead since I was 12. And have been able to do the "Full Service" work called a "Session" for almost 12 years now.<br />
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Deborah and Mark watched Jacob and Bella Thurs, yesterday and today for me. And my mom watched my other Girls for the same amount of time.<br />
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So Thursday, I was able to go with my ward plus Becca Johnson, Rebecca and Bryon Carpenter.<br />
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Today, I was able to go with the Kropfs.... SERIOUSLY my VERY favorite people EVER!!!<br />
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And although EVERYTHING was exactly what I've seen and heard a thousand times, it was different.<br />
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***I*** was different. And my Soul was touched. And I understood on the deepest level who I am, why I am here, and who God is to me.<br />
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I can't help but wonder how different my life would have been if I had felt and understood the way I finally did today.<br />
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But, I KNOW God understands that I just. wasn't. ready.<br />
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I want to be better. I want to be cleaner. <i> </i>I want to be GOOD. REALLY REALLY GOOD.<br />
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Because once.. a LONG time ago, My Older Brother, and Savior, Jesus Christ said, "It's ok. I'll fix it because I love you." <3 p=""></3>Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-49870894976691278782015-08-23T13:18:00.002-07:002015-08-23T13:18:56.186-07:00July 17th 2015THE DAY OUR LIVES CHANGED FOREVER!<div>
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Let's start with the 16th. I was spotting. I've NEVER done that before during a pregnancy. I felt like I was going to start my period. I just wanted to curl up in bed. So I did. I only had Elysia and Bella that night, so I pulled them into bed with me, rented a movie on demand and went to sleep. The morning of the 17th, I woke up and called David. I told him I was spotting and he told me to call the DR as soon as they opened. Which, I did. They told me to come in at my earliest convenience. </div>
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I got the girls up and we went and got David from the airport. Then they dropped me off at the DR. He told me there probably wasn't anything to worry about. That a pocket of blood sometimes forms called a Subchorionic Hemorrhage. But that it's usually minimal and nothing threatening. He did a vaginal ultrasound and found that the hemorrhage had formed a clot that had separated the placenta from my uterus and cut of all nourishment to the baby. There was no longer a heart beat and not blood flow to the placenta or baby.</div>
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He offered to operate to remove the baby, or to give me medicine to help it get done faster. I was holding on to some hope that it was a fluke and would be ok and told him I'd let it happen on it's own.</div>
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3900 sq ft. 1/2 acre of land. All ours!!!</div>
Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-6638767536573687722015-08-23T13:00:00.001-07:002015-08-23T13:00:11.539-07:00Back againWOW! SO much has happened. We got our house. Not the one we built. But one that is so much better for us. I lost the baby we were expecting just over 1 month ago. And I had a life changing trip to Las Vegas.... I have had so much running through my head. I hope I can organize (remember) it well enough to make it into posts.Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-33973565483130887092015-07-14T13:13:00.000-07:002015-07-14T13:13:49.719-07:00I promise logicI've been thinking and thinking.... with my ASD characteristics, I over think A LOT. But it's because I can't leave the equation incomplete. Enter the "Who's On First" scene from Rain Man. It's an incomplete equation. And he can't leave it incomplete.<br />
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SO, anyway. The thing I've rolled over and over in my head is my NEED for no shoes to be worn in my home. And this is what I've come to:<br />
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I have seen enough scientific proof that wearing shoes in the house defeats my goals. In can actually pull up articles that support it. Therefore, my battle is finished. I can now simply say "No shoes." And if you want to argue, I'll give you a link to take it up with.<br />
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The thing here is actually NOT the shoe issue. It's that logic has become a less than normal defense. When it should be the FIRST defense.<br />
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Almost EVERY one looks at my reactions as emotional reactions. But I'm actually NOT a highly emotional person. (I have proof of THAT too). I'm a logical reactor. When it goes against logic, I get offended. Every one is hung up on the idea that I get offended when my "feeling" are hurt.<br />
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If you saw someone on the sidewalk with no legs, you would not expect them to walk around. So it should not be expected for a non emotionally rationalizing person to think with their emotions. <br />
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ASD is not as obvious as missing legs. But it DOES mean that the person accomplishes their goal differently than NON ASD people. Just like someone without legs has to go about their goals differently than someone with legs.<br />
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Fight all you want. You CANNOT force what is not possible. You cannot MAKE a brain work differently than it is wired.<br />
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So the next time you think something I say is unfair, or demanding, or makes no sense, look at it logically not emotionally.<br />
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Is it LOGICAL that I, not you dictate the rules in my home?<br />
I'm not demanding respect as much as the logic that I deserve the respect in my home.<br />
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It's logical that I, not you clean my house. Is it logical that I dictate how much mess I have to clean in my home? Emotion says "Be kind above all else." Logic says " Of COURSE it's reasonable that I make the rules in my home."<br />
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If you keep trying to get me to respond according to the emotional "Right", you will continue to get a fight out of me because I CANNOT, and DO NOT work that way.Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-36155149572264035202015-06-22T13:07:00.001-07:002015-06-22T13:07:04.298-07:00What's my problemYou've read over and over my complaints about my Husband's family....specifically the way things are with his youngest brother.<br />
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It's NOT his choices that bother me. I don't care that he had tattoos, drinks, whatever. IT doesn't affect me at ALL.<br />
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What affects me is being shunned by David's parents while his gf is loved. And is not because it's me. It's because MY CHILDREN are the ones who get punished. When Grandma and Grandpa attend everyone else's parties but theirs, they're not stupid.<br />
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Argument: God is love= loves everyone for who they are= any lifestyle is acceptable.<br />
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Problem with this equation : God IS love.= He wants or souls to be happy = Anything that damages or souls is not good for us = Imagine falling in love. And then never being able to be together once you die = your soul breaks once you're separated.<br />
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It's not a matter of His wanting your happiness to be limited. It's not a matter of He WON'T let you be together forever. He CANT allow it.<br />
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God didn't become a God by conquering the laws of the universe. He is so good at working WITH them that he can accomplish ANYTHING. But He is still bound by laws.<br />
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He wants us to be happy. And He CANNOT break the law to allow our happinessCandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-73343253396563733452015-06-21T17:32:00.002-07:002015-06-21T17:32:30.747-07:00We celebrate life and growthI am a Mother. NOT the best one. But a Good one. I. LOVE. MY. CHILDREN. I celebrate each of them, Born or unborn, they matter.<br />
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The source of life is light. With out it, we become stagnant. And putrid. EVERY time you choose something other than light, you darken.<br />
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SO, yes. I will campaign for light. I will campaign for God and HIS way. Because even accepting un Godliness is campaigning for darkness.<br />
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In David's family, I have seen an absolute example of "harmless" apathy. Where a love of light is professed, and even expected. But actively working to achieve a constant relationship with light is not maintained.<br />
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My Hisband and I were held to a standard. We have met that standard. But it took 13 years and a lot of tripping, falling down, and getting back up for any fruit of our labors to be noticeable. My youngest BIL is held to no standard whatsoever. He is doing OK by general world standards.... but really BARELY. At 22, he has designer clothes, but no drivers license. He expects to have what he his older brothers do, with 1/4 of the effort. Yet he is celebrated while my Husband is shunned.<br />
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It's fine by the World's standard that he chooses not to marry and start a family, but instead live with his girlfriend. But not by God's standard.<br />
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And his parents have chosen to support his lifestyle over ours. Which is their prerogative. But what they refuse to understand is that they can't have both.<br />
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They CAN choose to celebrate my BIL's cohabitation relationship. They CAN favor his girlfriend over me. And they CAN celebrate his 3 cats and his ability to feed them and provide shelter for them on equal ground as My Husband's fathering of 6 children.... plus a cat.<br />
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But they CANNOT have both them and us.<br />
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They want to wish him a Happy Father's Day (because we'd HATE for him to be left out after all), that's fine. But don't post my children on the list along with his 3 cats.<br />
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They are worth more than that.<br />
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I am not here to control ANY one. But that doesn't entitle them to have everything.<br />
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You CAN make your choices. But you CANNOT alter the consequences of those choices. And in this case, the consequence in supporting his lifestyle, and holding him higher than we because our choices have been different , is that they can have HIM. NOT US.<br />
<br />Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-19390644557770353912015-06-21T17:10:00.002-07:002015-06-21T17:10:18.289-07:00Please do NOT include usA picture was posted today for Father's Day. Of My husband, his 2 brothers and his brother in law.<br />
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Only 3 have ever fathered or provided parental care for another human being. But that, apparently is no longer the criteria for being celebrated on Father's Day.<br />
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I understand that there are extenuating circumstances where a man DESPERATELY wishes to Father a child. And can't. He becomes a Father to ANYONE he can. He LOVES his nieces and nephews, and Friends' children with all he has. He adopts pets and loves them as children. HE is a Father. The Man who marries a woman with children and takes them as his own. HE is a Father.<br />
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The selfish 22 year old who chooses not to enter into marriage, takes a job that's fun vs pays the bills, has made ZERO attempts at caring for young humans other than to occasionally play with nieces and nephews, and has a few pets for companionship is NOT a Father. NOT BY ANY STRETCH of the word.<br />
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And yet, in this world of entitlement, we'd HATE for anyone to be left out. Just show up and you get a trophy, right?<br />
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WELL, I had to do 9 months of HARD time and carry the scars, weight AND 18 more years of hard time to get to be included in Mother's Day. My Husband works his ASS off and only sees our Family half of the year so that we can have what we need. This AFTER 9 months of supporting MY hard labor. THIS has entitled him to being celebrated on Father's Day.<br />
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And it's a symptom of everything wrong with this world: Those who ask for equal rights are NEVER satisfied with Equal Rights. They want Superior Rights<br />
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I've learned a lot about this being married to David. When we fight, in many ways, it's because he sees ONLY a win/lose situation as possible. This is not God's way. Have you ever thought about the fact that there are BILLIONS of people on earth. And when something works out in YOUR favor, is it ONLY at the detriment of others? Not when God is involved. It is guaranteed that when something works in your favor and His hand is in it, it is also benefiting any number of others.<br />
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For example, on Thurs, I was EXHAUSTED. But had scheduled to work out with my SIL. I REALLY wasn't up to it but I let it play out, and she ended up cancelling because it didn't work for HER either.We both benefited from the outcome.<br />
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And so. with this new world order, we do not want to be included with your celebrations that no longer take any effort or consideration of a win/win scenarioCandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-21662898933172243962015-06-18T21:46:00.001-07:002015-06-18T21:46:19.770-07:00Touch is essential Touch is essential. And because of that, Satan had robed it just like he tries to ruin everything good: sex, technology, family.......<br />
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A good family practices regular <b>appropriate</b> touchCandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-78194253014573320082015-06-14T02:35:00.001-07:002015-06-14T02:35:10.465-07:00I can be mean.. And I can stopI used to lament over how another day had come and gone, and I wasn't perfect yet. And after YEARS of putting myself through the misery of self condemnation, I FINALLY came to the realization, and gratitude for the little moments. Those moments when I say "I'm Sorry." When I realize I was abusive or mean, and I let my ego take a hit and put the people I love first.<br />
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I have been VERY clear with My Husband and Children that we do NOT allow bullying in our home/Family. And it doesn't matter WHO it is. I am not allowed to bully. And neither are they. And I have 36 years of being how I am....good and bad ETCHED into every fiber of my being.<br />
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But I CAN change. Every second that I do better, it's something.<br />
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And so, I can make <b>A</b> moment <b>BETTER</b>, even if I can't make <b>EVERY</b> moment <b>PERFECT</b>.<br />
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<br />Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-72654585522660352072015-06-14T02:24:00.001-07:002015-06-14T02:24:23.154-07:00When I said enough<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11.3100004196167px;">"Boundaries are healthy. You get to say who is welcome in your private spaces and how they are welcome there. They can choose to comply or they can choose to leave. If having them in your life is more important than this choice you will choose to make allowances for them."</span></span><br />
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This is so very true. And yet, the world we live in preaches entitlement. If I have it, you are entitled to it.<br />
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Being Empathic, I VERY seriously care about doing what I can to make those I want a relationship with as comfortable as possible.<br />
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Let me tell you, some people will NEVER be comfortable.<br />
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I exhibit ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) tendencies as well as PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) symptoms. There are NO words to tell you what it feels like in my head and body when my space or routine is violated.<br />
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The previous post shows a little bit of this.<br />
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To go back to the previous post for a moment, As I stated, I had a party.... gathering a few days ago. It was scheduled for 3 PM. At 2 PM, I had to go to the grocery store for snacks. I am used to almost NOBODY coming to my parties.... or gatherings. But I DID know a couple of people were coming. At 2:45, I got a message from Marianne asking if I was home. At the same time, I got a call from home saying that someone was knocking at the door. I told Elysia to open the door. I NEVER say that. But this time, I did. It was Marianne. When I returned home, right at 3, there were 4 Ladies in my home, plus Quintus, the neighbor boy.<br />
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This scenario would normally send me OVER THE EDGE. And yet, this time, it was easy to not stress. Because they were people who KNOW me and CARE about me. All shoes were left at the door because they KNEW that was the rule in my home. And they respected that as guests in my home, that was their obligation.<br />
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As opposed to a number of other people who repeatedly ask to leave their shoes on, or find a way around my rules.<br />
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Let me be very clear: The difference between a classy person and a not so classy person is whether they try to bend your house rules or accept them.<br />
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I have allowed some people to walk on my carpet.... something that makes me NUTS.... because I felt so sorry for them when I asked them to take off their shoes or not come in and they just wouldn't leave them at the door.<br />
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THE prime culprit is my FIL. And yet, I wanted his acceptance. I wanted a relationship with him. And I would compensate later by becoming INCREDIBLY OCD as I would clean up after his visit.<br />
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It took me over 12 years of sacrificing my boundaries in exchange for an ATTEMPT at acceptance. An acceptance that NEVER came.<br />
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And so now, I enforce boundaries. Because they protect Me and MY FAMILY, And WE are our most important asset,<br />
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I had a Norwex party the other day. 6 of my closest Friends came. Norwex is a contaminant free cleaning product company. To demonstrate how well the products work, the consultant rubbed raw chicken on my dining room table. And EVERY person in that room turned and looked at me with the "How is she going to handle it" look. Every single lady in that room KNEW it was that "Ack" thing for me.</div>
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That's how you know you're TRULY among Friends. When they know EXACTLY who you are. And STILL show up!!! ♥♥♥ </div>
<br />Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-61321402377543182692015-06-14T00:13:00.002-07:002015-06-14T00:42:10.728-07:00Truth vs Kindness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I find the above saying very very interesting. I, you see CANNOT lie. Except in VERY special circumstances. Those being my Children's safety. I can lie to the POPE himself if I believe it is necessary to protect my family. But under any other circumstances, don't count on it.<br />
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As Oh, from the Movie "Home" says: <b>"</b><span style="background-color: #fbfbfb; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;"> A lie is a bad thing. I did a thing so you can live."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #fbfbfb;"><span style="line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">That, to me is the difference between a lie and a necessity. I do NOT lie. I can, however adapt.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #fbfbfb;"><span style="line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">Many may stick with the "If you can't say anything nice...." adage. However, is it wise to not speak the truth to be "kind"?</span></span></span><br />
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One thing you HAVE to know about people who habitually, even compulsively speak the truth, is that they often don't have a filter that tells them if it's kind or not. That DOESN'T mean they will blurt out that you're ugly. But if it's TRUE and not derogatory, they don't see the need to mince words. They often feel that editing is doing the other person a disservice.</div>
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SO, just because it's true, doesn't mean it's "kind". And just because it's "unkind", doesn't make it unnecessary.<br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">We are quickly becoming a sick and twisted culture both nationally and even globally. I get endlessly attacked and mocked for stating that simple truth, but I guess the truth hurts. There is certainly no disputing that obvious fact as far as I am concerned." Dave "the Sage" (Look him up on FB, he's awesome)</span></div>
Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-68166712311008334242015-06-08T23:44:00.001-07:002015-06-08T23:44:28.571-07:00May I recommend...<a href="https://ldswomanatthewell.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Check out this Blog!!!!</a>Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-20241430577319201822015-06-04T20:47:00.004-07:002015-06-04T20:47:43.528-07:00The Name Game<span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Harder than you think! Every answer must start with the first letter of your first name!</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">First name : Candace</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">An animal: cayote</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A boys name: Caleb </span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A girls name: Cassie</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">An occupation: Cook</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A color: cyan </span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Something you wear: coat </span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A drink: coke</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A type of food: chips</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Something found in the bathroom: comb</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A place: Canada </span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A reason for being late: coma</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Something you shout out: COME HERE</span><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: #f6f7f8; font-family: Roboto, 'Droid Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" />Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-18760170927406867692015-05-25T12:47:00.004-07:002015-05-25T12:47:45.290-07:00Hold your Judgement<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-38025255901079911672015-05-25T12:28:00.001-07:002015-05-25T12:34:14.160-07:00I LOVE to eat. But I HATE meal time.I compartmentalize. I'm systematic. I'm EXTREMELY left brained.<br />
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Meal time is a NIGHTMARE for me.<br />
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Even the simplest meal ( a piece of cold pizza) is a production for me. Because it has to be organized, compartmentalized, and systematic. (If you're thinking how crazy I am for turning meal time into drama, read up on <a href="http://www.webmd.com/brain/autism/autism-spectrum-disorders" target="_blank">ASD</a> here)<br />
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It's WAY too chaotic for me.<br />
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"<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Autism spectrum disorders affect three different areas of a Person's life:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><b>Each person with an ASD will have his or her own pattern of autism.</b></span></div>
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Sometimes, a child's development is delayed from birth. Some children seem to develop normally before they suddenly lose social or language skills. <b>Others show normal development until they have enough language to demonstrate unusual thoughts and preoccupations.</b></div>
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In some children, a loss of language is the major impairment. <b>In others, unusual behaviors (like spending hours lining up toys) seem to to be the dominant factors."</b></div>
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<b>I have had ENOUGH of everyone saying things like "Well, you can dress yourself and manage children so you are fine, just stubborn"</b></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Lato, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;">Anyhow, Meal time is a huge trigger for me. And it always has been. I just pushed through and clenched inside.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">That is another reason people struggle with this diagnosis of mine. Because I get through it. Albeit haltingly. They DO notice I'm inept at handling it "normally" But it's only enough for them to criticize, not enough to think I may have a REAL excuse.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">If someone else would just handle meal time for me, I could probably deal with just about everything else.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">But then again, there is that other quirk: I HAVE to have the dishes lined up precisely, and just the right distance from the edge of the counter. Thereby making letting others handle it almost JUST as stressful ;-)</span></div>
Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05871206205988644004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223244887310273310.post-10305112889982416432015-05-25T12:15:00.001-07:002015-05-26T22:49:13.468-07:00I'm fine the way I amI don't know what it is about me that gives people the idea that they need to change me.<br />
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I don't know what it is about me that gives people the idea that i need an education from them. They'r normally less educated than I am.</div>
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It's NOT how I speak. Because I truly believe that most of the time when I DO speak, I come across as powerful. Maybe that's the issue. I LOOK dumb, and like an easy target. Then I open my mouth, and people get a fight they NEVER counted on.</div>
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The second I took the people out of my life who were trying to change me, and realized exactly what I'm really like.... how my brain works, and WHY I struggle with or do certain things the way I do, my life fell into place.</div>
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Those people who have felt it is there job to change me, have lied to me thinking (or not caring) that I can't figure it out, or who stir up problems show the ultimate insult! They don't have the decency to assume that I have at LEAST an average intelligence level.</div>
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We are dealing with a lice outbreak in our home right now. And it's clearing up relatively fast. And it's pretty contained. Not all of us have lice despite sharing EVERYTHING.</div>
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And it's because I don't do things like "Normal People". Our house is compartmentalized. Some areas have had NO infestation at all, and others have been left alone for more than enough time for the issue to resolve itself. Because I AM systematic.</div>
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And it's just come naturally. Because I'm FINE the way I am.</div>
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For what I'm dealing with, I manage VERY well. And I naturally fix and avoid things that I'd be right in the muddle of if I didn't work the way I do.</div>
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this is a picture of the "virtuous YW Leader" Mormon who came at me yesterday for not being a "good Mormon " since I support the Duggars and make fun of Utah "where our prophet lives and speaks from the Temple"<br />
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Thanks to a Dear MI Friend who has tracked her down, I can rest easy<br />
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