Blogging

I blog to heal. I blog so I don't BURST. I blog for sanity. I blog for learning and teaching purposes.

I watch so many Friends go through things I have already had to work through.

I watch as Friends are toyed with, rejected, cheated on....

I watch as Friends loose babies, spouses, siblings, parents, grandparents, fiancées, girlfriends, boyfriends.

And 90% of the time I have been through something VERY similar.

And I feel for them. And I understand exactly what it feels like to need to work through foreign, and sometimes all to familiar emotions. And that's why I blog. To work through all of that.

And I am soooo grateful when I am no longer the person in that situation. When they become feelings that I have worked through, rather than feelings I am working through.

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I made the mistake during my first pregnancy of trying to guess how many “months along” I was. It seems simple, right? Nine months in a pregnancy.
But not everyone thinks that way. Some say ten. Some say nine. Some, like me, say too many.
Go to any pregnancy website or message board and there will be twenty women with twenty different responses to how far along you are.
You are four months, no wait, five. Well, actually, four and a half, unless you’re going by the Ancient Mayan Calendar, which then, you’re really in your fifth year. Also, it turns out that you’re carrying an elephant. Congrats!
The problem lies in the fact that not every month is four weeks long. Some people, like me, don’t really care about that fact and just “round up” to the next month along once you hit four weeks.
Then there are the people like my husband that always reminded me that I wasn’t as far along as I thought.
Would you really tell someone that is running a marathon “Hey. I know you thought you were at mile 20, but it’s really mile 16. There’s a discrepancy in the counting system. Anyway, it all evens up at the end. Oh, and by the way, watch that hill on the last mile. It’s a killer!”

Rule the World

This song makes me think of My Girls... Especially the ones with the Royal names ;-)

You light, the skies up above me
A star, so bright you blind me
Don't close your eyes
Don't fade away
Don't fade away

Yeah you and me we can ride on a star
If you stay with me girl, we can rule the world
Yeah you and me we can light up the sky
If you stay by my side, we can rule the world.

If walls, break down, I will come for you
If angels cry, oh I'll be there for you
You've saved my soul
Don't leave me now
Don't leave me now

Yeah you and me we can ride on a star
If you stay with me girl, we can rule the world
Yeah you and me we can light up the sky
If you stay by my side, we can rule the world.


All the stars are coming out tonight
They're lighting up the sky tonight
For you
All the stars are coming out tonight
They're lighting up the sky tonight
For you,

Yeah you and me we can ride on a star
If you stay with me girl, we can rule the world
Yeah you and me we can light up the sky
If you stay by my side, we can rule the world.

All the stars are coming out tonight
They're lighting up the sky tonight
For you
All the stars are coming out tonight
They're lighting up the sky tonight
For you

It's just one of those days!!!

I want to stay in bed. I want to have someone push a button on my yet to be hooked up Keurig and brew me some warm hot chocolate, with juicy muffins.

And though this won't happen, and I am NOT wanting to be awake, or out of bed, I am sooooo blessed to have the children I have! They are so independent in their own little ways. They need the little things here and there, but with the older girls pretty self sufficient and the new apartment set up so that they can access certain things, my children fed themselves breakfast while I fought with pulling the warm covers off and joining them :D

Elysia got Jacob a package of muffins, then Elizabeth got him out of bed for me. Then they all colored for a bit while I reconciled what I wanted to do with the reality of needing to be up and moving without my warm cup of daily chocolate.

SO, while I STILL would rather be tucked into my nice warm bed, I am so pleased with what I have to get up to!

Is it Greek to you? Can you tell what I have to say?

Θα ακολουθήσει ποτέ το δρόμο, εγώ που πάντα ο τρόπος. Δεν κάνω αυτό που σκέφτονται οι άνθρωποι που έχω να, να κάνω ό, τι θέλω να κάνω. Γεννήθηκα ως δημιουργός, δεν είναι οπαδός.
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Ik heb nooit het pad volgen, heb ik altijd de weg. Ik weet niet wat mensen denken dat ik moet, ik doe wat ik wil doen. Ik werd geboren als een schepper, geen volger.
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Liom riamh an cosán, leag mé i gcónaí ar an mbealach. Níl a fhios agam cad a cheapann daoine go bhfuil mé leis, is féidir liom cuma cad ba mhaith liom a dhéanamh. Rugadh mé mar cruthaitheoir nach, a follower.
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Ich habe nie den Weg, finde ich immer den Weg. Ich weiß nicht, was die Leute denken ich, ich, was ich tun will. Ich wurde als Schöpfer, nicht ein Nachfolger geboren.
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Non ho mai seguite il percorso, ho sempre impostato la strada. Io non faccio quello che la gente pensa che devo, faccio quello che voglio fare. Sono nato come un creatore, non un seguace.
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Je n'ai jamais suivi le chemin, j'ai toujours mis la manière. Je ne fais pas ce que les gens pense que je dois, je fais ce que je veux faire. Je suis né en tant que créateur, pas un suiveur.

More "Baby" Humor

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For a month before the “gender ultrasound,” I could tell you exactly the amount of time before we’d find out about the thing growing in my belly.
“Two weeks, three days, one hour and 10 minutes until I know for sure,” I’d say. “I can’t wait.”
Really, I couldn’t. I had dreams about the baby being a boy and then the next night, a girl. The gender ultrasound was all I could think about. I’d call friends up just to guess what “type of baby I was having.”
The way I discussed it, you’d think I was going to The Gap to buy a sweater. “Hmm, is it a boy type or girl type? Do you think these come in size medium?”
The day of the ultrasound was like every Christmas, birthday and wedding day piled into one. It was ultrasound day! The baby! What “type” of baby was I having?
I ran into the ultrasound room, plopped onto the table and said “All I care about is knowing if it is a boy or girl. Let’s get this party started.”
The ultrasound tech, at this point, got a little testy with me. “Don’t you even care if the baby is healthy?”
“Of course I care. Right after I find out the gender.”

I had a Dream

I dream. I am a dreamer. In many senses of the word.

And last night I had a dream that I would be reckless to forget.

It was terrifyingly real, and had so much detail that I could not have come up with, even with a really good subconscious. So, I deem it something worth paying attention to.


We were suddenly preparing for a possible nuclear attack. Actually, I don't think IF it was coming was a question. The immediate danger was palpably sensed. Not, "Do we need to worry?" but "what precautions need to be taken and how long do we have?"

And I realized as I took precautions with my food and water that I didn't have adequate supplies for hygienic purposes, and needed to run to the store. But alas, there was no time. As I locked the final cupboards to protect what I could, I asked David "How long do you think?"

And an actual Bomb hit the ground in a local area close enough that I KNEW it had hit.

When I woke up, I was grateful to know that it was a dream and not immediate reality. And also I was grateful for the detail that gives me a chance to be prepared in case this world does in deed come to this.