tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20286034533965626372024-02-08T02:41:24.372-05:00Sweet RaisinsA blog about life: The good, the bad, and the uglyMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308648525546291580noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028603453396562637.post-7848372275213180552014-06-05T13:41:00.000-04:002014-06-05T13:41:02.647-04:00Long Hiatus...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am slowly creeping toward the two year mark. Two years of never posting on my blog. Two years of avoiding it like the plague, to be honest. After my last post in 2012, my life felt like a whirlwind of sadness, grief, and exhaustion. An exhaustion I had felt before but not one I wanted to relive. In high school, my family had four loved ones pass away within a year. I still panic if I look down at my phone and realize one person has called me multiple times without leaving a message. I still assume the worst. I guess 2012-2013 wanted to top high school- except now my husband's loved ones got added into the bunch.</div>
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I don't handle grief well. I think it is a confusing beast and one that I, like many people, don't know how to talk about. Within a freakishly short amount of time I lost my great-grandmother, my cousin, my husband's father, and two of my husband's uncles. I think part of the difficulty with this grief, compared to my younger years, was losing my cousin and my husband's father totally unexpectedly. Men who were much too young to leave this earth. People who still had a lot of life to experience.</div>
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On top of all this, we got pregnant for the first time but I had a miscarraige on Labor Day of last year. And even though I was so early in my pregnancy it still kinda made my, already fragile, walls come crashing down. I remembered in high school that two little rays of light among all the deaths were my cousin's babies. I felt we had this one little miracle among all this grief and then lost that also. Typically when I'm faced with this kind of stuff, I immediately go inward. I do not ask for help and I also struggle to help others. I still struggle in how to help my husband who lost his father because I can't comprehend how he must feel. </div>
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And last year, I didn't know how to go back to a blog when the reality of our life was one loss after another. How could I not address that? How could I write about crafts and fun memories when I was hating 2013 with a bitter passion. </div>
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But, I have learned that my proclivity towards negative thinking needs to be turned around. Since this blog is usually about happy things I do I figured it was time to reintroduce it to my life. I need to learn to focus on the positive, and stop waiting in fear for the next bomb to drop. </div>
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Since my last blog post we have bought our first home. We have celebrated three years of marriage. Through good and bad we have somehow made it this far. And now I am pregnant again. Almost 19 weeks- and we just found out it is a baby boy. So far, 2014 is looking up. As hard as life is, it is also beautiful, and messy, and fun and worth the ride. And once again, since I have so much family near and far I want to post on this blog to give updates on us and this little bundle of love my body is growing. Sometimes life hands you a miracle when you need it most and 2014 may be just that for us.</div>
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In Peace and Love,</div>
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Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308648525546291580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028603453396562637.post-30505383867290448252012-11-02T16:56:00.002-04:002012-11-02T16:56:45.634-04:00Photo A Day- OctoberI have watched a fellow blogger post "photo a day" challenges every month for quite some time. She always has fun pictures and I have wanted to join in for months- but I always seem to remember in the middle of the month and I figure I am too far gone.<br />
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We both get our challenge lists from an Australian blogger: <a href="http://fatmumslim.com.au/category/photo-a-day-2/">Fat Mum Slim</a>. And I can guarantee she already has November's list up.<br />
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I must admit that I would often forget for several days in a row and then I would have to go back and take several pictures. But, I completed it! And it was quite fun. The challenge really made me think about what would be an interesting picture. Although, I have a lot of room for improvement in that area!<br />
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<u><b>October Photos:</b></u></div>
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<b><u>1. Where you stood</u></b></div>
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We were finally able to get back to New Hampshire to visit the hubby's parents this month. Wouldn't you love to have a yard like theirs?</div>
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<b><u>2. Lunchtime</u></b></div>
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No one can say I'm not a creature of habit- I don't leave the house without these two things every day. </div>
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<b><u>3. This happened today</u></b></div>
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We flew back home from New Hampshire- vacations are never as fun when you are coming home. </div>
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It's pretty awesome...</div>
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<b><u>5. Shadow</u></b></div>
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The extra bedroom in our house has thin drapes so as the sun sets that room gets a little creepy. </div>
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<b><u>6. Thankful for?</u></b></div>
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Cause look at them! They are adorable! </div>
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<b><u>7. Light</u></b></div>
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Proof that I wake up way to early!</div>
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<b><u>8. Angle</u></b></div>
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My Ikea bookcase/best purchase ever for this house. It holds everything and acts as a room separator. </div>
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<b><u>9. Red</u></b></div>
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The infamous red chair that the boys all fight over cause it's so comfy. </div>
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<b><u>10. Emotion</u></b></div>
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You can tell you are a therapist when: you have a wall of emotion posters...</div>
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Flowers in the backyard in New Hampshire</div>
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<b><u>12. On the table</u></b></div>
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When my mom came to visit in August we painted pottery with a Groupon I got. My bowl is now hanging out on my table. </div>
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<b><u>13. Landscape</u></b></div>
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Seriously, you can never say New Hampshire isn't beautiful in the fall! </div>
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I'm still laugh so hard I cry when I look at this. My husband always wears aviator sunglasses. Who knew that when the lenses fall out they turn into creepy 80s/pedophile glasses?</div>
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<b><u>15. Dinner Time</u></b></div>
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<b><u>16. Something you wrote</u></b></div>
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This was on my easel at work for most of October.</div>
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<b><u>17. Fruit</u></b></div>
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Always have some! </div>
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<b><u>18. Made you smile today</u></b></div>
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May be dorky but this is my favorite wreath I have made so far. It has claimed it's spot till after Thanksgiving. </div>
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<b><u>19. Letters</u></b></div>
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A Hobby Lobby purchase</div>
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<b><u>20. 4: o'clock</u></b></div>
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Ok- let's be honest. I TRY to be there but sometimes the couch calls to me.</div>
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<b><u>21. Calm</u></b></div>
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I have realized that I can draw cartoons pretty well and it calms me when I have down time at work.</div>
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<b><u>22. In your town</u></b></div>
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We live close to main street in Pineville, NC. </div>
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<b><u>23. The view from here</u></b></div>
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Another view from the plane ride home at the beginning of the month. </div>
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<b><u>24. Weather</u></b></div>
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My favorite time of year- leaves changing and cold weather! </div>
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<b><u>25. People</u></b></div>
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We went to the state fair in Maine when we visited New Hampshire- it was the only picture I could think of this month with "people". </div>
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<b><u>26. Listening to</u></b></div>
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She speaks to me! </div>
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<b><u>27. Morning</u></b></div>
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Cold weather= tea every morning. I love it. </div>
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<b><u>28. Looking back</u></b></div>
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Pretty much the last time I could wear a bikini. </div>
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<b><u>29. Moon</u></b></div>
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More proof that I wake up way to early. </div>
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<b><u>30. Clothes</u></b></div>
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All of these clothes have officially been changed out with my sweaters. Cold weather is here! </div>
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I LOVE my pumpkin- cause who doesn't love The Nightmare Before Christmas? </div>
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Hope everyone has a great weekend!!<br />
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Random thing I learned today: You can go to <a href="http://www.wordle.net/">www.wordle.net</a> and it will create a "beautiful word cloud" that represents your blog.<br />
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Here's mine:<br />
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Happy Friday!!<br />
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<br />Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308648525546291580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028603453396562637.post-60410564824392445982012-10-03T17:25:00.000-04:002012-10-03T17:25:14.529-04:00Fall WreathIt has been a long few weeks. I lost my great grandmother the same week that we had planned a trip to see my husband's family in New Hampshire. It was nice to be able to see my family and his in such a short time but it has left me exhausted.<br />
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Before all of this happened I made a wreath for the first time in months- but I haven't had five seconds to post about it!<br />
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I have been obsessed with the burlap trend that you see all over Pinterest. This wreath is a combination of many wreaths that I liked.<br />
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All the things you will need I found at Michael's- wreath, ribbon, burlap, decorative flowers, letter, scrap book paper, and glue gun. The roll of burlap is in the floral section- and apparently hard to come by! I must not be the only one who likes the look. I bought the last roll- and almost ran out so I wish I had one more roll to make the wreath look a little more uniform.<br />
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The "R" is just a wooden letter with scrap book paper mod-podged onto it. Your glue gun becomes your best friend when making wreaths.<br />
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Happy Wednesday!<br />
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You know what's really sad? The main reason I haven't written them is because it would require me to break out my nice camera and take a good picture- and well, who has time for that? <br />
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Anyway, instead I thought I would entertain you with why I love my job. Being in an elementary school all day is probably the most hilarious experience in my life. One, it's just visually funny watching little kids with giant book bags and their fingers up to the mouths (so they don't talk). Is that mean? It may be- but still quite funny. They literally look like at any moment they could explode just because of their need to talk. <br />
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<u>Favorite moments to date:<o:p></o:p></u><br />
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I have the joy- sometimes joy, other times hate- of having an intercom in my office. So every morning I get to hear the morning/afternoon announcements. One day, the kids got "on the air" to run for student body president, vice president, secretary, and treasurer. All of them got to answer the question- What is the main reason you should be elected? Best answer- BECAUSE I'M AWESOME! I mean the kid practically screamed it. Then, as usual, some little girl quite seriously explained, “because I do not run in the hall”. Clearly that is very important.<br />
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I have clients that are either: <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">A</b>- shy and afraid to talk much or <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">B-</b> loud and nutso (but in a good way). Today, I had a kid telling me that in China they make handcuffs that if you move or wiggle will get tighter and tighter until you start to bleed- then they release. While explaining this he used rubber bands on his hands and was bouncing around to demonstrate how one would try to get out of handcuffs. When I asked him how he knows this. "Because I went to visit my granddad in Kansas and his hands were bloody". Duh- gosh why am I so slow? <br />
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Or my absolute favorite client *sarcastic* who enjoys belittling me. To date I have been informed: I look like I have cancer, I look like I cry a lot, my laugh is weird and gets stuck in her head, I have corns on my feet, and she thinks I am married to a woman. Honestly, I have to force myself to laugh at this stuff or else I might start living up to the whole crying thing. <br />
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I really think I could just about update every day with amusing things my kids say. What do you think?<br />
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Oh and P.S. - It's almost Friday!! <br />
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Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308648525546291580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028603453396562637.post-19534259565076047662012-09-02T09:37:00.001-04:002012-09-02T09:37:19.486-04:00Lemon Chewies<br />
Does anyone else have a recipe from your family where no one knows what you are talking about when you say the name? I ask people all the time if they want me to make lemon chewies and they just stare at me.<br />
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I suppose a lemon chewie is like a lemon bar. My grandmother has made these my whole life and clearly- to me- they will always be called a lemon chewie. <br />
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We have dinner plans two nights this weekend at friend's homes so this is an easy recipe that you can whip together to feed a lot of people. <br />
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1 box lemon cake mix<br />
1/2 cup melted margarine<br />
1 egg<br />
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Mix with spoon or fork. Pat mixture into greased 19x13 pan. Set aside. <br />
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8oz. pkg of cream cheese<br />
1 box of confectioners sugar (this is how you know it's an old recipe- my guess is 1 lb.)<br />
2 eggs<br />
2 t. lemon flavoring<br />
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Cream the sugar and cheese, add eggs. Last add lemon flavoring. After putting this topping on the cake crust bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes. Will be crusty on top but still kinda gooey. Sift confectioners sugar on top while still warm. Let cool completely in pan before cutting into squares. <br />
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Hope everyone has a great Labor Day weekend!<br />
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My mom and dad visited me for quite some time in the month of August. I even had the time to take a long weekend in Blowing Rock. It's funny- now that I don't go to Appalachian State University anymore I love going up to Boone/Blowing Rock but when I lived there I wanted to get out so bad. I think it is just a better vacation spot than a "living there" spot.<br />
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It just so happened that the weekend we went was Art in the Park. Anyone that is from that area knows that Art in the Park a big deal- it was packed! Lots of vendors and people visiting the area. I bought some art from a guy who lives in Atlanta. His wife is an artist also and she makes custom dog portraits. Um- yeah- I really wanted one but I don't have $500 to drop on a painting of General and Leia. <br />
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My mom and I drove around and looked at the homes. Which we proceed to do every time we visit the mountains. The following is a tour of homes that you should feel free to buy for me- just kidding!<br />
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Maybe one of these days- when I have that dream job with summers off- I will just live in one of these homes during the summer. Ha ha- never gonna happen on a social work salary!<br />
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Happy Friday,<br />
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Hence, we needed to get out. I try not to let myself just wallow around when I feel like that. Since we love animals, but have visited every local zoo at this point we decided to head to Mooresville to go to the Lazy 5 Ranch.<br />
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The Lazy 5 Ranch has tons of animals on it's property- everything from pigs, to water buffalo, to Texas longhorns, to zebras. You have two choices- you can either stay in your car and drive through the three miles of roads feeding the animals out of your car, or you can go a hay ride and feed the animals from there.<br />
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We are lazy and choose the car route. It was a lot of fun. I must admit that some of the animals were rather pushy and if you didn't hold onto your bucket of feed tight they would literally grab it from you. The car in front of us had their bucket stolen within one second of entering the area.<br />
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They also have an area that has different kinds of animals as a petting zoo- you just walk around that place. They had a gift shop, and possibly some other areas to roam around. Honestly, we ran out of time to see this stuff because we were in a hurry to get back home to watch the preseason Panther game with my brother!<br />
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Plus, the price for both of us and the food for the animals was only $20. That is the kinda fun that is in my budget!<br />
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Here is some of my favorite pictures of the day.<br />
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Happy Thursday!!<br />
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I could not be any more excited about this switch in positions. First off, I have my own office and I feel much more in control of my environment- as opposed to my years of experience dealing with in-home work. I have spent <i>way</i> to much money trying to bulk up my supply of therapeutic tools for the kiddos.<br />
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Every day, I get a little happier with the way my office is set up. Regrettably, I haven't been able to see any of my kids this week. I have a mound of paperwork and signatures I need before I can start pulling them from class.<br />
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Secondly, I am in an elementary school which is my favorite age group to work with. My school also seems very supportive of my program. Every teacher I have met so far has been very nice and welcoming. Even my principal is fun and engaging. I do need to make some friends soon- sitting in my office without someone to talk to will slowly drive me crazy! <br />
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The only way this job could be any better is if I got to work off the school calendar. Since I am not technically a school employee I still have to work summers and school breaks. I think it is my new life goal to figure out how to work a 10 month job.<br />
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Hope everyone with kiddos had a great first week of school!<br />
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I won't have to drive around North Carolina anymore. I will have my own office- with a door and everything! It is really hard to feel like you are a good therapist in people's home. There are just too many distractions- TV, screaming siblings, no privacy, etc. I can't wait for my own space.<br />
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I have gone nuts buying stuff for my office to use with my kids. When I was in elementary school I had a speech impediment and I went to speech therapy for four years. I loved my speech therapist and I distinctly remember that at the end of our time I got to choose a gift from the treasure chest. I ALWAYS got stick-on earrings. Gotta love the early 90s. <br />
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Even though I am not a speech therapist I knew that I had to have a treasure chest of goodies for my office. I bought a wood box at Micheals and painted it and added glitter stickers on the front. You know you enjoyed gifts when you were that age! Bribery sounds nice and therapeutic to me. Ha<br />
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I also bought: crayons, markers, colored pencils, play dough, modeling clay, stickers, dry erase markers for the easel in my office, and an hourglass that will let them know our time together. <br />
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With my next paycheck I will buy my dollar store items for the treasure chest and I have a goal of buying two more therapeutic board games. Everyone has always recommended that I buy The Ungame and the Thinking, Feeling, Doing Game. So those are my next two big purchases. <br />
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You know you would love to come to my office and play with my toys!<br />
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Happy Monday!<br />
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I wanted to update you guys on the most recent crafts I have done around the house.<br />
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Last month, my husband fulfilled his dream of picking up my dad's childhood piano. My parents have been wanting to get rid of it for years but we just haven't had time to drive out to Texas to get it.<br />
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Slowly but surely, my home is turning into an instrument shop. We- and by we I mean my husband- own four guitars, a ukulele, a full drum set, harmonicas, an electric piano, and now our wall piano. My husband's mom also owns an organ that he is determined to get once we have more room. If we ever have a home with room for a man cave it will consist of musical instruments. <br />
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Honestly, the piano is in pretty good shape- but needs to be tuned badly! My only real complaint was that piano bench fabric. I am pretty sure that my dad got this piano in the late 60s- early 70s and the fabric is not only ugly but it was falling apart. <br />
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I went to my trusty pinterest and learned how to reupholster. Since I can't sew I just used a handy-dandy staple gun and it worked out just fine. I bought a yard of white fabric and a yard of pretty fabric. I wrapped the white fabric around first- just to make sure the hunter green wouldn't show through. Then I wrapped my pretty fabric. It was easy- anyone can do it!<br />
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If you want more detailed instructions I used this blog: <a href="http://inmyownstyle.com/2012/01/how-to-make-a-no-sew-fabric-covered-cushion.html">In My Own Style</a>. She has a lot more pictures to help you out. <br />
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Hope everyone has a wonderful Sunday! This morning our toilet exploded sewage everywhere so we have had a lovely morning. Waiting on a plumber now- nothing like poop water to ruin your weekend. Ha ha<br />
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Oh my gosh, I am so excited this is my last challenge day. This has been way more difficult than I thought it was going to be. <br />
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I hope that I will have a family that will remember me. I hope to have kids, grand kids, my husband- I don't want him to die first! I think the biggest thing you can leave behind is happy, healthy children. Another generation.<br />
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I want to know that I helped people. I have never been a huge career person but I still feel that being a child therapist is a passion. Hopefully, there will be children out there who learned how to change because of what I taught them.<br />
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I wish I had three more. Really, I don't want to be "known" for much. All I care about is knowing that I have made my family happy and maybe, as a bonus, I've helped someone.<br /><br />
Happy Thursday,<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54490/61/C206A65606D1531C606375D4591B9C52.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308648525546291580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028603453396562637.post-68200345206206626682012-07-25T08:00:00.000-04:002012-07-25T08:00:12.567-04:0030 Day Challenge- Day #2929. What do you think people misunderstand most about you?<br />
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I suppose that people think I am a bitch. Ha ha- great first line. I am not the most open person. Most people who know me now tell me that I gave off a, "leave me alone" attitude before they started talking to me. <br />
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I tend to have a lot of anxiety around new people and I come off kinda mean. Don't get me wrong, some people do irritate the crap outta me. I don't have tons of friends because I tend to only like a certain kind of person. For instance, if you are a girly girl that is super bubbly- I don't really know how to interact with you. It confuses my pessimistic, sarcastic brain. <br />
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I think once you get to know me you realize I am pretty laid back and easy to get along with. But- first impressions can be difficult to change. Although, with clients and in an interview setting I am a very good faker. I need to learn to keep that therapy persona on more regularly. That or just stop being scared of new people. <br />
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Happy Wednesday, <br />
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Oh, I love this book! In undergraduate I minored in Sociology and learned about this book. My love language is quality time. I even got this book as a wedding gift from family members. I think I still somehow have multiple copies. <br />
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The website defines quality time as: <strong><em>For those whose love language is spoken with Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you,” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.</em></strong><br />
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Seriously, if you haven't read this book it really is interesting to find out how your partner communicates. Not to mention- how you communicate without even realizing it. <br />
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Happy Tuesday,<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54490/61/C206A65606D1531C606375D4591B9C52.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308648525546291580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028603453396562637.post-78950033811914330932012-07-23T08:00:00.000-04:002012-07-23T08:00:17.868-04:0030 Day Challenge- Day #2727. What is your favorite part of your body and why?<br />
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Wow- talk about making a girl feel snobby. Plus, what girl really has a favorite part? I am going to go with- anything that doesn't jiggle when I walk. So- I know I have good hair and I like the color of my eyes. What a sad little answer. <br />
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I firmly state I have green eyes. They are just dark green so I have to be in sun light for a person to really tell. In Kindergarten I had to draw a picture of myself and I drew the person with green eyes. My teacher attempted to inform me that I had brown eyes. Then I proceeded to argue with her until she left me- and my picture- alone. Ahh, nice to know I was stubborn even at 5 years old. <br />
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Not a great picture- but green eyes people! I have crazy face because I am eating lobster. Lobster produces giddy-ness in me. I can't control it. <br />
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Happy Monday,<br />
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I am not sure if this is a notion- but I think the worst part of society is how everyone is me, me, me nowadays. Not to say that I don't ever act that way. I think everyone is that way to a certain extent. But, it seems like everyone just has an isolated little life where they don't really care about others. <br />
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Last week, one of my clients- he is ten years old- just stared at me and asked me why I care about his problems. He truly did not understand why I would try to help him. He even said that his teacher told him to only worry about himself. Really? Who teaches that?<br />
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With everything being so technical now- facebook, email, texting- it seems like we have lost human contact. Even at grocery stores- I know I run to the self check out instead of talking to the cashier. When I was little I played outside or used my imagination. I didn't play video games locked in the house all summer. What happened to personal connection?<br />
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But hey- I always admitted I'm a flaming liberal. <br />
Happy Sunday,<br />
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<br />Does anyone else think this is just a dumb question. I mean, really, who cares. Just sayin...<br />
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Anyway, I know I should say some famous person- but I don't know them so what's the point. I really would rather see my grandmother again. She is the only grandparent I have lost. Geez, I still have great-grandparents! I would just love to catch up and tell her about my life since she passed away when I was in high school. And what would I eat- a vat of her homemade mac and cheese. Not to mention her chocolate chip pound cake. I still eat these things all the time but they never taste as good as when she made them! <br />
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Happy Saturday,<br />
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Well, hmm- let's start off with the fact that my parents live 18 hours away from me. Obviously, growing up I lived with them. At least my brother hasn't left me yet. Sorry, I have to rub it in at any opportunity.<br />
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I would say that the biggest change is that our relationship is not as parent to child but parent to adult child. That sounds like a subtle change but it should be a large difference. In certain ways I am much closer to them-even with the distance. I distinctly remember my dad sitting me down when I was in college and telling me that, "our relationship will change because I'm not a little kid anymore". I appreciate that my parents have let me grow up. I watch so many people hang on to those apron strings just begging for their kids to never leave childhood. I think that since my parents let me go- I came back. <br />
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I still depend on my parents for advice and guidance quite a bit. When you are a kid you look to your parents for everything but as an adult I realized that they gave me the tools to do it myself. Living miles apart has taught us and made us work for our relationship. I have to actually make an effort to see my brother and my parents but it makes you appreciate that bond more. The biggest difference I see is that I don't need my parents anymore- but, instead, I choose to need them. <br />
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Happy Friday,<br />
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<br /><strong><u>Photography:</u></strong><br />
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God knows why I love it because this DSLR camera stuff still confuses the crap outta me. But, I like the idea of taking fancy pictures I guess. <br />
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<strong><u>Crafts:</u></strong><br />
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Cross-stitch, knitting, painting, jewelery- I think I've tried it all. At this point I have realized that crafts are really a coping skill. It is almost a way to turn my brain off and just think creatively. It is a easy way for me to de-stress. <br />
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<strong><u>Blogging:</u></strong><br />
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I'm not gonna lie- I still struggle with blogging. I really like it. It is like a journal- that strangers can read. I just have issues with coming up with topics and interesting things to write about! <br />
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Happy Thursday,<br />
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<br /><u>In 5 years:</u><br />
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My main thought- is babies. Hopefully, by then I will have my kids- or at least one. In five years I will also have my full therapy license- none of this provisional stuff. I want to feel a little more comfortable in terms of salary by then. I would be really happy if we bought a house in the next 5 years also. I feel like a lot of "big" moments in my life should happen in the next five years. No pressure or anything. <br />
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<u>In 10 years:</u><br />
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In 10 years I want to be more confident in myself. I hope to feel that I have learned some life lessons- maybe even learned to live a little more openly. I want to be done with student loan payments and feel like I have started planning for my future better- can we say retirement one day? If I had some kinda dream land I may even grow the guts to have a private practice and choose my own day to day work life. I suppose in ten years I will even have real kids- not the way I think about cuddly babies right now. So, I hope that I have started to teach my kids how to be good, independent, healthy little people.<br />
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<u>In 15 years:</u><br />
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I will be 41- creepy!! I want to be settled quite frankly. I want to be living in a home that I love. I want to be with my kids and my husband. I want to be able to take family vacations without worrying about money. I want savings accounts that I can be proud of. I want to feel like I could even be a supervisor at this point and know what I am talking about as a therapist. I think of my 40s as the comfort zone. You aren't really old so life can be fun and you finally, hopefully, have worked your way to a good spot in your career. <br />
<br />Happy Wednesday,<br />
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<br />I would have to say the power of flight. Just think how much money we could save not having to pay for airplane tickets to Texas for family time? Not to mention all my dreams of going back to Europe! Think about it, half the reason why Americans think traveling to other countries is so fancy is because of the price of airplane tickets.<br />
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Not to mention- the thought of having x-ray vision or being able to hear someone's thoughts gives me the creeps!<br />
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Happy Tuesday,<br />
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<strong>1. Moving to North Carolina:</strong><br />
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I lived in Mississippi from about 2 years old until the end of 3rd grade. It was a fairly small town and I was pretty protected. Most people around town knew my family since my dad worked in the largest Baptist church in town. Moving to Charlotte felt like I was moving to NYC. I remember driving downtown and thinking the skyscrapers were a little terrifying. Plus, I had the worlds thickest southern accent- and the kids at my dad's new church just brutalized me by making fun of it. By the end of the summer- I forced myself to loose that accent! <br />
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<strong>2. Breaking my foot:</strong><br />
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Did I mention that while I was being made fun of for my southern twang I was hobbling around on crutches with a giant blue cast? Plus, can anyone really forget the pain of breaking anything? My little 5 foot 3 inch mom had to carry me into the hospital because I couldn't walk. Then she had to carry me to an orthopedic surgeon to reset the foot- since it was broken on a growth plate. My mom swears that I didn't even call out or scream when they reset it. Just one tiny tear rolled down my cheek. Good to know I was even a bad ass at 9 years old! <br />
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<strong>3. Disney World:</strong><br />
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Quite frankly, I am still kinda obsessed with Disney World. My great grandparents used to own a vacation home down in Orlando. My parents, my brother, and myself took several trips as a family to Disney and I remember great trips. We would fish with my dad in the little pond behind the house. We would spend all day at Disney- my mom and I searching high and low for Minnie. We eventually found her- but only got a pictue of her ear. Very disappointing! I would stuff my face with ice cream and pancakes. I wore 90s fabulous clothes. It was good times. <br />
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Happy Monday!<br />
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I have two choices- and they are totally different!!<br />
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1. London<br />
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I went to London when I was 14 years old and I just fell in love. Again, I'm not so adventurous but I would love the experience of living in Europe. Since I only speak English- my choices are pretty limited. London to me had all the excitement of New York with twice the amount of history and culture. I have always thought it would be fun to live a really big city, especially while young and with no kids. <br />
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2. Farm<br />
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Or, pretty much anything that looks like this!! My husband and I would love to own a farm. Personally, I have no reason for a farm without horses attached- and a big red barn! I don't know why but a big city and a country home both have equal appeal to me. But then again who said I wasn't weird??<br />
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Happy Sunday,<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54490/61/C206A65606D1531C606375D4591B9C52.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308648525546291580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028603453396562637.post-59332547516942676012012-07-14T08:00:00.000-04:002012-07-14T08:00:00.467-04:0030 Day Challenge- Day #1818. What has been the most difficult thing you have had to forgive?<br />
<br />Ok- first off I am just gonna refer to Day #6. Isn't this kinda the same question?? <br />
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The best I will actually give is just day-to-day working life. I work with so many kids that have done such deeply immoral, evil things and yet I am supposed to have empathy and work with them. I have gotten to the point wher being on probation isn't a big deal to me. So you smoke some pot, get suspended from school everyday- well that is just normal client now. I have even worked with sexual perpetrators and- let's just say that is not so fun. But, daily I have to be forgiving to people who may not deserve it so that they can prove they do deserve a change.<br />
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Happy Saturday,<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54490/61/C206A65606D1531C606375D4591B9C52.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308648525546291580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028603453396562637.post-13555215096638283832012-07-13T08:00:00.000-04:002012-07-13T08:00:00.309-04:0030 Day Challenge- Day #1717. What is the thing you most wish you were great at?<br />
<br />Being open. I mean that in a lot of ways. One- I wish I was a little more free with my life. I wish I wasn't afraid of things- roller coasters, large crowds, being "seen". I am a pretty laid back person but I also struggle with being more of a free spirit.Two- I wish I was more open about my feelings. Although I spend all day telling people what emotions are, recognizing them, and expressing them- I am not particularly good at any of the above in my own life. <br />
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Last year, Paul McCartney came to do a show in my town. The Beatles- or any part of them- make me ridiculously happy and yet I didn't go. I was in grad school and I was afraid it was just too much money. This is my constant example in life- once in a lifetime experiences that I am afraid to go out on a limb for. I still regret this! So I just want to- let myself enjoy life more. <br />
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Happy Friday!!<br />
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