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Saturday, November 25, 2006
SOME OF MY WORK...
Here's some of the signatures I've made for others. These are some of my favorites. If you'd like to request one, please feel free to email me your request.
I do them for donations, only.
I do them for donations, only.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
MY NEW SIGGY...
I use a signature on my emails and when I post to my favorite message boards. This is the newest one that I made for the holidays:
I'll post new ones as I do them. Maybe if I get to feeling froggy over the weekend, I'll do a post of ones I've made for other people.
NOTE: The CL Bottlefeeding means I'm the community leader for the bottlefeeding message board. It's a prestigious title LOL
I'll post new ones as I do them. Maybe if I get to feeling froggy over the weekend, I'll do a post of ones I've made for other people.
NOTE: The CL Bottlefeeding means I'm the community leader for the bottlefeeding message board. It's a prestigious title LOL
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
HOMEMADE JOY...
Warning, this is yummy but potent. Be careful!
I know I normally would post recipes on Tuesdays but I ran across this recipe and thought it was too good to pass up. I plan to try this soon.
HOMEMADE BAILEY'S IRISH CREAM
Blend the following ingredients well in a blender
3/4 to 1 1/2 cups Irish whiskey
4 Eggs
2 Tablespoons Chocolate Syrup
2 Teaspoons Instant Coffee
1 Cup Light Cream
1 Can (14 oz) Sweetened Condensed Milk
1 Teaspoon Vanilla Extract
1/2 Teaspoon Almond Extract
Refrigerate for 24 hours
Store in the refrigerator but not for longer than 30 days.
I know I normally would post recipes on Tuesdays but I ran across this recipe and thought it was too good to pass up. I plan to try this soon.
HOMEMADE BAILEY'S IRISH CREAM
Blend the following ingredients well in a blender
3/4 to 1 1/2 cups Irish whiskey
4 Eggs
2 Tablespoons Chocolate Syrup
2 Teaspoons Instant Coffee
1 Cup Light Cream
1 Can (14 oz) Sweetened Condensed Milk
1 Teaspoon Vanilla Extract
1/2 Teaspoon Almond Extract
Refrigerate for 24 hours
Store in the refrigerator but not for longer than 30 days.
Friday, November 17, 2006
WHAT'S WITH THE LETTER "A"?...
Little Brother has a laundry basket of toys. Literally, it's a laundry basket that just heaping with toys. There's stuffed toys, chewy toys, noisy toys...you name it, it's probably in there.
But he has one toy that he plays with all the time. It's the letter "A". It's a stuffed toy. It doesn't make noise. It's red on one side and B&W checkerboard on the other. It makes me wonder why that particular toy.
On another note, he got his first REAL pair of shoes yesterday. We chose to go with the standard white high-top style. I wanted him to have extra ankle support now that he's cruising the living room furniture. At first he was sort of clonky in them but now, he's back at cruising speed.
It won't be long and he'll be walking!
But he has one toy that he plays with all the time. It's the letter "A". It's a stuffed toy. It doesn't make noise. It's red on one side and B&W checkerboard on the other. It makes me wonder why that particular toy.
On another note, he got his first REAL pair of shoes yesterday. We chose to go with the standard white high-top style. I wanted him to have extra ankle support now that he's cruising the living room furniture. At first he was sort of clonky in them but now, he's back at cruising speed.
It won't be long and he'll be walking!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
FEELING BLAH...
I've felt kinda blah the past few days and haven't felt like posting. I don't know if it's because the weather went from a spring-like 80 degrees last week to a full blown wintery 30 this week (with a chance of snow). It probably has a little to do with the enpending holiday which I never look forward to. I love Thanksgiving but the joy of that holiday is always lost when Christmas shopping looms around the corner.
It really disappoints me that people think that Christmas is all about presents and spending money. I have to admit, I'm always disappointed that I can't give my children the gifts that they expect (mainly Big Brother since this will be Little Brother's first). I suppose this is partly my fault for caving in on previous years.
Hubster's family is really big on the whole gift-giving thing. That makes it even more difficult. We don't have the kind of money they do to lavish everyone with gifts. We've tried the drawing of names game in years past but to me that's even worse.
Whatever happened to "if you want to give a gift to someone, then do." A person should be obligated in any way to give someone a gift. I don't think that is what a gift is.
It really disappoints me that people think that Christmas is all about presents and spending money. I have to admit, I'm always disappointed that I can't give my children the gifts that they expect (mainly Big Brother since this will be Little Brother's first). I suppose this is partly my fault for caving in on previous years.
Hubster's family is really big on the whole gift-giving thing. That makes it even more difficult. We don't have the kind of money they do to lavish everyone with gifts. We've tried the drawing of names game in years past but to me that's even worse.
Whatever happened to "if you want to give a gift to someone, then do." A person should be obligated in any way to give someone a gift. I don't think that is what a gift is.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
I WANTED TO SHARE THIS...
Even though I don't have a girl, I loved this story. It's so true. I don't know who wrote it or I would definitely give credit.
Telling Your Daughter What To Expect....
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter
casually mentions that she and her husband are
thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a
survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I
should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I
say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know,"
she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more
spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my
daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want
her to know what she will never learn in childbirth
classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child
bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave
her with an emotional wound so raw that she will
forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that
she will never again read a newspaper without
asking, "What if that had been MY child?"
That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt
her. That when she sees pictures of starving
children, she will wonder if anything could be worse
than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish
suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she
is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the
primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That
an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a
soufflé or her best crystal without a moments
hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how
many years she has invested in her career, she will
be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might
arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going
into an important business meeting and she will
think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to
use every ounce of discipline to keep from running
home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions
will no longer be routine. That a five year old
boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the
women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma.
That right there, in the midst of clattering trays
and screaming children, issues of independence and
gender identity will be weighed against the prospect
that a child molester may be lurking in that
restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will
second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking
at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that
eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy,
but she will never feel the same about herself. That
her life, now so important, will be of less value to
her once she has a child. That she would give
herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but
will also begin to hope for more years, not to
accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child
accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny
stretch marks will become badges of honor. My
daughter's relationship with her husband will
change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she
could understand how much more you can love a man
who is careful to powder the baby or who never
hesitates to play with his child. I think she should
know that she will fall in love with him again for
reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish
my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with
women throughout history who have tried to stop war,
prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration
of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to
capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is
touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first
time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it
actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that
tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret
it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table,
squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent
prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere
mortal women who stumble their way into this most
wonderful of callings.
Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of
your girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you
always have in your arms the one who is in your
heart.
Telling Your Daughter What To Expect....
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter
casually mentions that she and her husband are
thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a
survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I
should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I
say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know,"
she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more
spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my
daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want
her to know what she will never learn in childbirth
classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child
bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave
her with an emotional wound so raw that she will
forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that
she will never again read a newspaper without
asking, "What if that had been MY child?"
That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt
her. That when she sees pictures of starving
children, she will wonder if anything could be worse
than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish
suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she
is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the
primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That
an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a
soufflé or her best crystal without a moments
hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how
many years she has invested in her career, she will
be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might
arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going
into an important business meeting and she will
think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to
use every ounce of discipline to keep from running
home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions
will no longer be routine. That a five year old
boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the
women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma.
That right there, in the midst of clattering trays
and screaming children, issues of independence and
gender identity will be weighed against the prospect
that a child molester may be lurking in that
restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will
second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking
at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that
eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy,
but she will never feel the same about herself. That
her life, now so important, will be of less value to
her once she has a child. That she would give
herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but
will also begin to hope for more years, not to
accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child
accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny
stretch marks will become badges of honor. My
daughter's relationship with her husband will
change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she
could understand how much more you can love a man
who is careful to powder the baby or who never
hesitates to play with his child. I think she should
know that she will fall in love with him again for
reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish
my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with
women throughout history who have tried to stop war,
prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration
of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to
capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is
touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first
time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it
actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that
tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret
it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table,
squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent
prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere
mortal women who stumble their way into this most
wonderful of callings.
Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of
your girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you
always have in your arms the one who is in your
heart.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
I VOTED...
Did you?
We woke up this morning in a fog...literally. When I first got up, I couldn't even see across the street. Here's a picture from the backyard
This is the same view I posted a few days ago. It's amazing!
Here's my fountain filled with leaves. I need to get those cleaned out of there, along with the rest of the yard.
This picture just turned out too cool to not post.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
SANCTUARY SUNDAY...
As we come upon another election week, there are issues that have merged religion and state. So for this Sunday's verse, I have chosen this:
Matthew 7:1
Don't judge, so that you won't be judged.
Some people will be voting on whether or not to allow same sex marriages. My feelings on this is it's not for me to judge. Anyone should be allowed to marry anyone they want (age appropriate, of course). What my beliefs are whether they be religious or other, shouldn't play a part in this.
If two people believe they love each other enough to spend their lives together, then let them. Recognize them as a married couple. If they want to go before a priest, pastor, justice of the peace, or whatever they so choose, then let them.
Maybe our world should be less judgemental on same sex marriages and more critical on those that make this oath to one another and years later decide, Oops, I've changed my mind!
Matthew 7:1
Don't judge, so that you won't be judged.
Some people will be voting on whether or not to allow same sex marriages. My feelings on this is it's not for me to judge. Anyone should be allowed to marry anyone they want (age appropriate, of course). What my beliefs are whether they be religious or other, shouldn't play a part in this.
If two people believe they love each other enough to spend their lives together, then let them. Recognize them as a married couple. If they want to go before a priest, pastor, justice of the peace, or whatever they so choose, then let them.
Maybe our world should be less judgemental on same sex marriages and more critical on those that make this oath to one another and years later decide, Oops, I've changed my mind!
Friday, November 03, 2006
PHOTO FRIDAY...
Here are a couple of pictures from last night's birthday festivities:
Big Brother with his cake. It was marble with buttercream frosting. It was YUMMY
Big Brother doesn't like to have his picture taken. Notice the icing on his lip! It was good icing.
Since Big Brother didn't want his picture taken, we moved on to taking pictures of Baby Brother. He loves the camera. He also loves the pizza he got to eat last night along with the cinnamon roll Daddy gave him and the cake that everyone else was feeding him.
On another note, I thought I'd share pictures of the beautiful fall we're having here in Missouri.
Looking out my back door
Thursday, November 02, 2006
ELEVEN YEARS AGO TODAY...
..I was in the hospital delivering my first born baby boy. He was actually born at 5:41 pm after 16 hours of labor. His birth was easy. The epidural worked great. It was an awesome experience.
Now here I am 11 years later not believing that time has gone by so fast. It seems like I was just holding him in my arms kissing his face. Now I'm lucky if I get a kiss good night.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIG BROTHER!!!
Now here I am 11 years later not believing that time has gone by so fast. It seems like I was just holding him in my arms kissing his face. Now I'm lucky if I get a kiss good night.
Newborn
Toddler
Handsome little man
This year's school picture
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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