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Every time. Every single time. Perhaps because they're beautiful, meaningful, perfect. Or because they speak to my heart. Maybe because they draw out a deliciously aching, perfectly wistful, sweetly nostalgic feeling of longing. Or because they explode with joy and triumph and make me want to dance. Because of this, and this, and this, it's impossible for me to listen just once... I am greedy, I want more, and so I must go back for seconds.
Blogging daily is not just a test of endurance; it's also an opportunity to learn a lot about yourself: How you write, what your blog means to you, and where you should focus. We're celebrating the close of National Blog Posting Month with some inspiring quotes by bloggers who took the challenge -- you might be surprised by what they learned.
The girls will be out of school for a couple of weeks after this week. Am thinking about what activities we can do together as a family: doing crafts, drawing, going on outings, etc. I haven't finished Christmas shopping, yet!! But, I am not going to let that stress me out or dampen Christmas spirits. Just received our (photo) Christmas cards today; so, I am getting them ready to send out....more
The feeling I get after Christmas baking is rather like what I experience after a successful mammogram: relief and a reprieve for another year. Christmas baking, however, is less awkward, more painful, and takes quite a bit longer — and I can wear deodorant while I do it. I also like doing it (something I’ve never said about mammograms), I love the results — and I now know that is because chocolate is my love language....more
Today's Prompt is asking for us to show a time when we narrowly escaped disaster. I wasn't going to do this, for despite having a few minor incidents over the years, I couldn't think of anything noteworthy. Until, I remembered this......more
Right now I'm in the process of doing something that I've once said I don't do - cleaning my house. Only, it doesn't feel like cleaning my house. It feels like cleaning my soul - making a clean-sweep of all of my emotional baggage - that I've been lugging around for several years now. ...more
Though my schedule has been steadily ramping up in preparation for the holidays, I did manage to work through all of the readings and tasks this week for The Beck Diet Solution. It's hard to believe that there's only one more chapter remaining - I must say, I am very proud of myself for making it this far!
In addition, this week I give myself credit for:
Ok, I'm back. I apologize for being a crappy blogger sometimes but believe it or not, I don't always have something to say. And even when I do, I'm getting old enough where I don't see anything good about saying it, so I choose to just be silent. Pretty sure my mom just had a heart attack as she read that. haha ...more
It was like an epiphany; suddenly, I realized how wild and barren Canada really is. I was listening to an interview on the car radio as we drove through farmland and uncultivated stretches into town the other day. Apparently, an enthusiastic British woman devotes an entire blog to her experiences in the wilderness that makes up much of Canada. To her friends in England, Canada is an exotic foreign land....more
My eldest daughter, who is currently 7 years old, was diagnosed with congenital glaucoma in February of last year. It was devastating and utterly shocking news, on the back of merely four months after starting to file for divorce (after a long and difficult road of attempting to stay in a marriage that was attached to an inevitable, sinking ship) and just four months after delivering twins into the world, to be told not only that my daughter had congenital glaucoma but that the pressure level in each eye was dangerously high....more
One would think that the temperature just has to rise above 32 degrees and ice would melt. Nah! On Sunday, I dealt with even more ice. Yes, this was exactly one week and three days after the initial event. ...more