tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62324038990652115812024-03-12T20:45:06.993-04:00 Boop's Babbles My ramblings about life, work, family, and many other things.Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-4744634402364598012015-03-03T15:52:00.000-05:002015-03-03T16:22:40.431-05:00Normal?!? What's that?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkg6QtXcjuOMjc9Gx-MLVhIvNMOnngieDlDN7c8w8TXaaM1gltK-S9hETzlQuyG8GNpAB4oKUuU1FbPybTz3mhfJIrtZ-lLWZRGhNOv7nL46cY00W78BofJN669-2jK5t6NtWqEYdzJH2N/s1600/normal.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkg6QtXcjuOMjc9Gx-MLVhIvNMOnngieDlDN7c8w8TXaaM1gltK-S9hETzlQuyG8GNpAB4oKUuU1FbPybTz3mhfJIrtZ-lLWZRGhNOv7nL46cY00W78BofJN669-2jK5t6NtWqEYdzJH2N/s1600/normal.png" height="91" width="200" /></a>I came to a realization today, one that I should have had a long time ago, I suppose. I realized that I'm truly eccentric, maybe even a little out there. Okay. I'm way out there y'all! Surprisingly, that realization didn't ever enter my mind until today and yet, when it did. It didn't bother me at all.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rku2cTg0dAiTc_VHz9dwbHfXjwQbTtfXc2fDXFXh2NL_p8Fsv-qu1rB3jNQ8A4A6-aZvpA-qcE9xagUp_gvHBaGXgkq4j898phGkAJKFiZapPPjqgl769q-0CBHxv4Xqm8tlGTD5tNAk/s1600/eccentric.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rku2cTg0dAiTc_VHz9dwbHfXjwQbTtfXc2fDXFXh2NL_p8Fsv-qu1rB3jNQ8A4A6-aZvpA-qcE9xagUp_gvHBaGXgkq4j898phGkAJKFiZapPPjqgl769q-0CBHxv4Xqm8tlGTD5tNAk/s1600/eccentric.jpg" height="200" width="149" /></a>Why do I say I'm out there, or very eccentric? Where do I begin? I'm a writer, who has turquoise doors to her house, and an impressionist artsy front porch. I go through culls for free vegetables. I have tons of animals. I'm vegetarian, a stay at home mom, I do delayed, selective vaccines. I'm a novice to homeschooling, an Episcopalian in Baptist country, an attachment parent who believes in free-range playtime. Yep, I'm different but who isn't....and why do these things make me so eccentric?<br />
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Well, we could talk about my vegetarian lifestyle. I've been vegetarian for 23+ years now. Yes, twenty three years, and it's normal...completely normal to me that is. But I remember, when I first became vegetarian, my fear was that I would become one of those strange vegetarian people. I wasn't one who was going to eat tofu. Nope, not for me...I was going to stay mainstream, and vegetarian too. But I'd be totally normal. Riiiiiggght!<br />
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Here I am twenty three years later and I eat all kinds of unusual things, tofu being one of the more normal ones. And my children eat quite eccentrically as well, they don't know any different.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9CTODjsL0CsfiDWAT-mZSplH6lvT_vqI9S0f1hfPLZIxJR_JBwnr7B0pFnyZWP8H1agGWfz9JMw7oaUKOe51UipvD-h4m-eKVcU0JCj890eCl0fDsoUzuNsCDvi0H7KC0yqiWq2UPKrL/s1600/cat+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9CTODjsL0CsfiDWAT-mZSplH6lvT_vqI9S0f1hfPLZIxJR_JBwnr7B0pFnyZWP8H1agGWfz9JMw7oaUKOe51UipvD-h4m-eKVcU0JCj890eCl0fDsoUzuNsCDvi0H7KC0yqiWq2UPKrL/s1600/cat+lady.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a>Then there's the crazy cat lady stereotype. Once years ago, 14 years ago to be exact, I had 5 cats. Today, I have three. The difference was all my cats got along 14 years ago, they were all related, now none of my cats do. Oh and we now also have two dogs and three fish. But the pets I want y'all...are sometimes more numerous than the stars. I want horses,chicken, ducks, goats, hedgehogs, rabbits, and fish. Always fish. Yep, I'm most definitely a crazy animal person...but so are my girls. And from I see and hear so are many of the other members of my extended family. Who knows, perhaps it's genetic.<br />
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And don't get me started on research. I'm a research fiend. I don't follow blindly be it politics, medicine, schools, healthy eating, child rearing or anything else for that matter.<br />
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And through the years this research has changed my perspective on many things. When I was younger I would have categorized myself as a conservative. In truth, I was one and still am in some ways. I don't believe in abortion, ever! I don't really believe in hormonal birth control. I'm not a big feminist. I really think feminism has pushed too hard in the wrong direction. That is often expected a woman will work outside the home regardless of whether or not she wants to is wrong. I truly believe families benefit from having a parent stay at home. I know mine have. Don't get me wrong, I don't see anything wrong with a woman working outside the home if she wants to. I don't see anything wrong with a man working inside the home. I just think the push to be all and have all and do all is too much. None of us can do it all... Choices have to be made. Where is the person's priority? That's where the person should be.<br />
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Now, if I'm asked to categorize myself politically, I couldn't. I'm quite liberal as well. I believe anyone who can marry and wants to should be able to do so. I'm completely anti-death penalty (or as I like to put it I'm against all killing). I'm not entirely justice system type government even though I used to work in a police dept. I think our judicial system from the police dept standpoint has some major problems, in many, many places that need to be addressed immediately. However, I am all for giving a helping hand to someone in need. And I believe government programs that help the unfortunate are good and necessary. I'm all for protecting the environment, but not fanatically so.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzjSotUtRcreyhW4_Yq-OqSWSV51SxEbPyXkLPZWcyIGvy-0hAa7WgSOnzbSmxkqtIRTT85VSU5FiFdgZNmI0m0lMmgro15gzrvD4q5_0drEY74jYupMEWskslj3Bmc9Ln7M1UsoAQEwmC/s1600/crunchy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzjSotUtRcreyhW4_Yq-OqSWSV51SxEbPyXkLPZWcyIGvy-0hAa7WgSOnzbSmxkqtIRTT85VSU5FiFdgZNmI0m0lMmgro15gzrvD4q5_0drEY74jYupMEWskslj3Bmc9Ln7M1UsoAQEwmC/s1600/crunchy.jpg" height="158" width="200" /></a>However, I do recycle. I cloth diapered my girls up until they were 2. (And yes, I was a crunchy attachment mom). By that point Ella Rose was potty trained and Evie Alice moved into disposables. I wish sometimes I'd stuck with cloth for her all the way through perhaps she'd be fully potty trained at 4 if I had. Ella Rose potty trained before 18 months old. Sounds fanatical, huh? It wasn't. She just was ready, and so was I.<br />
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I'm an extended breastfeeding mom. Evie Alice still nurses at 4 years old, but slowly is weaning herself and rarely nurses during the day time, now. I bed share and yes, I'm honestly an attachment parent.<br />
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However, I'm also for free range play. I send my children outside to play on their own, just like my parents used to do. I let them get dirty and explore without adult supervision. There are boundaries, and they know them. They don't go into the street or into the drainage ditch. But their imaginations and outdoor supplies are the limit on the type of play they pursue while outside. I guess my parenting may seem like just as much of a paradox as my political beliefs. I don't believe either are paradoxes though. I like to think they balance themselves out.<br />
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And I'd like to think my fanatical research helps me make balanced health decisions as well. For instance, I'm for vaccines, but don't have any problem with those people who don't vaccinate. I delay and in some cases selectively choose what vaccines my children get. We don't do flu shots. I have to see a real reason to vaccinate, the need for it has to outweigh the danger. We do do MMR, but I've recently decided that although I don't see harm in having the vaccine that I don't believe it truly protects to the extent that many want us to believe it does. There over 9 varieties of measles and we vaccinate against one type and expect that vaccine will protect against all 9. That's ludicrous in my opinion, but what the medical community would like for us to believe and what many people do believe.<br />
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I don't push milk products in my home, but don't deny them when asked. I discovered that the dairy industries creation of the food groups was a marketing scheme and what a marketing scheme it was. No grown human needs milk...and yet many people believe we do. Yes, this belief even extends to some doctors.<br />
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My research doesn't stop there, it also extends to child development and educational needs (and yes, I'm strange there too). In fact, research and personal beliefs are exactly what have led me to decide to home school. Yep, I'm one of those strange home school people. Ha ha!! I've actually not started homeschooling yet, but I've done tons of research and I've discovered that even among the homeschooling community I'm probably on the outer edges.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgop_xbQvbz2aA8mTS99ysHGJNPpZuj5FPeO0wqFQZQqpfR8DnpNtdOjbNGuetq7JwlnxfA2pN2zUnyGv9EvucZkX3r1fhLTHxvY4-nCg2Zaq6Ch2G_HDYNzQPGrxx58DvOyH0sC5MPRsMK/s1600/unschool.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgop_xbQvbz2aA8mTS99ysHGJNPpZuj5FPeO0wqFQZQqpfR8DnpNtdOjbNGuetq7JwlnxfA2pN2zUnyGv9EvucZkX3r1fhLTHxvY4-nCg2Zaq6Ch2G_HDYNzQPGrxx58DvOyH0sC5MPRsMK/s1600/unschool.png" /></a>So why home school? Well, for my family the reason would be that I don't agree with the current trends in education today. Children need to be able to be children. They need play time. They need fine arts. Those are not being provided in schools the way they should. Tests are the main focus now, yet research shows children shouldn't take standardized tests until they finish 3rd grade. Then there's the issue of pushing children to do too much, too quickly in the status quo public schools. Kindergartners are being shamed for not reading quickly enough or proficiently enough when some children simply aren't ready to read at that age.<br />
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I don't like those things and so we are going a different route. I want my children to love learning. I want their educations to be very hands on, and positive. And yes, I believe every day activities can be learning ones. So I see positive in even the unschooling or free schooling model of homeschooling. Unschoolers provide little to no formal instruction and let their children learn through experience and according to their interest. While I see value in that, I also believe there are some things my children need to know. So we will do a formal curriculum, but incorporate some unschooling models or even days into our learning as well. I hope, it goes well. I will be doing this with just my older daughter for now.<br />
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Okay...so there ya go. I'm out there folks....definitely not the norm. But then again, who is.<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-24382476848907263262014-07-27T21:52:00.001-04:002014-07-27T21:52:46.245-04:00The Village<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Recently I've read a lot about people longing for the village that it takes to raise a child. Some of the things I've read talk about how women before working used to step in and help each other out. Others talk about how distopian our society has become. Many are nostalgic and long for an era when children ran about until sunset (during the summers) playing. Of course, they came home for supper, but then right back out they went until the street lights came on.<br />
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And as I've read each and every one of these articles, I've had to stop myself from wanting to scream so recreate it. The village still exists! It does y'all! I live in it.<br />
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At the beginning of our summer, Ella Rose asked me not to plan anything. I balked! I was shocked. What would we do? Wouldn't she get bored. And then, I paused. I contemplated and I sounded the idea off my momma. Give it to her, she urged. My momma went on to tell me, that if Ella Rose was asking for an unscheduled summer at five years old, that said something. And it did. So I gave it to her! We've not done day camps. We've not planned out our days. We've enjoyed these long lazy days of summer, and truthfully I wish they'd last forever. Well, mostly I wish that. I also wish my house could stay cleaner during them, but you can't get all your wishes granted at the same time. So for now, I'll focus on summer and children playing.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtdbGG6Nz9C3yvFjgbqviJvOppGlzeINo-M0j1uA5QYViOLwODB1yXqTrbMkF7JeFNLoDwLccwSIEo4OVTgBguS0Q1CgGNGtFHqh_3Qh7SV37h3efSFqa16ju92vfjQ_YAR-6l9cntmh5/s1600/village.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtdbGG6Nz9C3yvFjgbqviJvOppGlzeINo-M0j1uA5QYViOLwODB1yXqTrbMkF7JeFNLoDwLccwSIEo4OVTgBguS0Q1CgGNGtFHqh_3Qh7SV37h3efSFqa16ju92vfjQ_YAR-6l9cntmh5/s1600/village.jpg" /></a>We've been particularly blessed in our neighborhood. We have ten children in three houses. All the children are under ten. And they have an absolute ball! Even the smaller ones. My three year old can barely get her breakfast eaten before she's ready to play with her friends. And play she does. ALL.DAY.LONG! In and out of the houses the children go. Back and forth between the yards.<br />
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Snacks are consumed everywhere. Each family contributes a little and I suspect the children graze on an off all day. They eat jello at one home. Then popcorn from a second. Popsicles from a third and so the cycle goes. Each house feels like home, to every child.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaaM3MfcBupXkS4kAr20kFS-8Dl2Ul80rn2R3h4oRI70wmWzKJ-3PVsnFZ0E6ESoKeYrI3YZi7lcvFQAdCexmgssV5NPZMsSgZHQjmqNDFixoWRcg1wN3sNiC1HWjBVJmFzBvL78iYyRH/s1600/street+light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaaM3MfcBupXkS4kAr20kFS-8Dl2Ul80rn2R3h4oRI70wmWzKJ-3PVsnFZ0E6ESoKeYrI3YZi7lcvFQAdCexmgssV5NPZMsSgZHQjmqNDFixoWRcg1wN3sNiC1HWjBVJmFzBvL78iYyRH/s1600/street+light.jpg" /></a>Some of the children knock on all the doors. Others, walk in without knocking on any. If any of them are hurt, they simply run for the nearest adult. If a child does something wrong, all the others jump to tell on them. And they have grand adventures. Jumping on trampolines, throwing rocks in the creek, searching for and capturing tadpoles. Water fights! Creating wade pools in sandboxes. Playing house, or puppy dog. Hanging with friends until the street lights come on.<br />
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It's wonderful! I may have only two children, but many days I get to enjoy many, many more. And my girls may only have one sister apiece, but they are living a life where they are two of ten!<br />
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As for the Mommas in the neighborhood, we all have our own struggles and schedules. Both the other moms are in school, so I'm the only full time Mommy. But having those friends close by is grand!<br />
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r free. So she regularly brings back more fresh veggies for all the homes. The third home plans adventures for the children: Easter egg hunts, water balloon fights, ice cream sundae parties, movie nights.<br />
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Each home plays a central role in our village. And each person helps to make it what it is. When we need a listening ear, there's a neighbor there. If a dog gets out of the fence. No worries, a neighbor will help round her up. Long day, or busy cleaning house. Send the kids to the neighbors for a bit. Need to run an errand and don't need your helpers tagging along. Leave your children playing with their friends (at a neighbors) outside in the neighborhood under another mommas watchful eye.<br />
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Amazingly, it works. And awesomely our village has extended to our church. All ten children now are attending the same church. Interestingly enough, none of the households send their children to the same schools.<br />
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And as I ramble along I can't help but think. This is what I've longed for. This is what a village should look like. And I can't help but be thankful, that God has enabled each of us to play our part in this village.<br />
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Villages aren't dead. They exist today. I live in one. Take a good look around. Knock on your neighbors door. Send your kids out to play. You just might discover that you live in a village too.<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-41073963129886792732014-07-20T13:40:00.003-04:002014-07-20T13:40:36.319-04:00Creative juices cleaning up a storm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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and de-cluttering my house the way I did before my first born graced us with her presence. So far I've deep cleaned the bathroom, hallway, dining room, & living room. Next up are the kitchen, laundry room, guest room/office and all of the bedrooms. I'm determined everything will be clean and de-cluttered before school begins. Whew! Wish me luck. My girls are determined that their friends need to play inside every day. It's an ongoing battle, but I shall win!<br />
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And not only have I been cleaning up a storm, but I've found that my creative juices have been particularly flowing this summer. Not only have I painted both exterior doors aqua and turned the front porch into abstract art, but I've refinished/painted numerous pieces of furniture, the most recent piece of furniture being my paternal grandmother "E"'s buffet. I inherited it when she passed away and have enjoyed it ever since, but the wear and tear had worn on it. So I decided to grab my acrylic paints and fix it right up. I wasn't really sure how to describe it's refinishing, but my husband was. He said that I white washed it. After he said that, I realized he was right! It's now off white with blue/green streaks throughout. I am really proud of how it has turned out. See below (this was before cleaning and de-cluttering so please ignore the mess underneath)</div>
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Other creative projects I've undertaken in the past few days are: baking bread, cutting out a pattern for my youngest daughter's first day of school outfit, recovering the girls art display boards with fabric, and discussing guest writing on a friend's blog! </div>
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She has an impressive blog: <a href="http://www.makeitworkmolly.com/">Make it Work Molly </a>and had posted a query on Facebook asking if any of us knew Mommas who pack bento lunches. And I do! So we the possibility of my writing about that, bread making, etc. I can hardly wait! I even got my Momma in on the action and she's creating a logo for my new blog! I'll share more about the new blog when I get it up and going.</div>
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Speaking of getting up and going, many people have asked me what I plan to do with my time when both girls go to school this fall. I've thrown out answers such as: have a clean house, exercise, substitute teach, etc. In truth, as school approaches this year I am beginning to believe that this school year will reinvigorate my creative side. I am hopeful that I will be able to scrapbook, sew, craft, and even finally update Evie Alice's baby book (it's never been filled out nearly as well as Ella Rose's was). </div>
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-86553488794894501742014-07-17T11:45:00.004-04:002014-07-17T12:28:47.097-04:00Nostalgic memories and The Fox Theatre<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This past weekend Josh and I took our daughters to see the Broadway production of <em>The Little Mermaid</em> at the Fox Theatre. We had a wonderful time. Granted, both girls slept through a large portion of the performance, but they were enthralled by the Fox, overall, and LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Ariel. I was a bit skeptical when I read that the production had added three new songs to the story to make the play a bit more about daddies and daughters, than about love, etc. I didn't know how well that would go off with our little Ariel connoisseurs. It was great! I felt tears coming to my eyes during part of the show and I am not one to tear up at movies, plays, or most works of art.<br />
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After showing the girls the stars in the sky at the Fox Theatre, and thoroughly enjoying the show, we headed back to my childhood hometown. The girls and I had already spent four days there, and had easily settled back in to North Georgia life. For those who think that there's no difference in north Georgia and south Georgia life you have another think coming. It's quite different! The cultural differences can be hard to explain, but I am blessed to have settled in and learned to function smoothly (or at least semi-functionally) in both. <br />
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This particular trip to north GA brought back more memories than most. The first nostalgic memories I had were when Momma and I decided to take the children to The Pocket. The Pocket is so named because it is in a valley surrounded by mountains and is a quiet little state park that consists of a bubbling cold water spring. The children, my nephews, daughters, and friend Jenni's children waded in the cold spring just like my sister, friends, church members, and I used to do. As they were wading, they found small snails attached to rocks. They also discovered and tasted fresh watercress, for the first time.<br />
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When I was a small child, small meaning in elementary school, my momma used to take us to a spring on the road behind my elementary school. My sister and I used to wade in that spring and play with the small snails in the water. We also collected watercress for salads and such for our momma. Watching the girls do this brought those memories to the forefront of my mind.<br />
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I also found memories of the church picnics that St. Timothy's used to have at The Pocket bubbling up. The last time I attended one of those a former beau, Casey, and I sat by the spring and talked for ages. He was my first "official" beau (at 14) and if I remember correctly we last visited when I was 20 or 21. It was on this last visit that we sat with our feet in the stream at The Pocket. We were amazed that the feelings for each other were still there from seven years before and even more surprised that they were just as strong if not stronger. But there were just too many obstacles from outside forces to ever really pursue anything. We belonged to drastically different denominations (he was at the church picnic only because he was visiting his dad and step-mom) and it would have meant committing to a very long distance relationship. The time spent there together, that day, will forever stay in my mind and heart. He's since happily married as have I. We both have children and are pleased with the direction that our lives have taken. He lives abroad and I in south GA. His dad always keeps me informed when something big happens in his son's life and I'm sure he keeps him informed when something important happens in mine as well.<br />
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Another major event that brought back nostalgic memories during this last visit to Calhoun (north GA) centered around the swimming pool at my parents' home. When my sister and I were young, perhaps just a bit older than my daughters are now, my parents offered to build a swimming pool for us IF we would learn to swim. We did, of course, and I remember vividly swimming in the pool in in the middle of winter for the first time. This past winter was particularly cold in north Georgia and the brick retaining wall (30+ years old) fell into the swimming pool. Unfortunately, their homeowners insurance wouldn't cover repairing or replacing the wall and pool, so after considering all their options my parents have decided to fill in the pool and build a coy pond as well as reverting to the hill that existed in this portion of their back yard, before the swimming pool was installed. Not only did my children enjoy observing the demolition of the pool and pool's deck, the demolition also had me thinking back to all the adventures, pool parties and other parties we'd had over the years in this portion of the yard.<br />
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One such memory, of an event that occurred before the pool was constructed, had to do with a slip n slide party that my little sister had. She wanted to have a slip n slide party for her birthday. We had the perfect hill for sledding in the winter and well, slip n sliding in the summer, BUT and this is a big BUT, there were Sweet gum trees that had dropped their Sweet gum balls all over the hill. My parents told my sister and me to pick all of these up *before* the slip n slide was placed on the hill. In all of our youthful wisdom, we decided that we didn't need to remove those. We would just slide over the sweet gum balls instead. MISTAKE! We were so scratched up from those old sweet gum balls, I don't think we thought we'd ever heal, but we learned a good lesson from it and in truth had a blast in the process.<br />
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The thoughts of days gone by didn't end there, though. On Saturday, I attended a political event for a candidate for Governor of Georgia, Jason Carter. The event was in the Harris Arts Center in downtown Calhoun. One of my oldest friend's brothers and parents were integral in helping to make this event occur. So as I headed in the door there, I wasn't at all surprised to see Hayden or Mrs. Brooks. There were many people present at the reception that I knew from my childhood in Calhoun, including my childhood friend, Heath.<br />
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Heath as I've mentioned in a previous entry on this blog befriended me at the young age of ten, when there were false rumors circulating about me. He truly changed my life, at the darkest hour of my life, and for that I am eternally grateful. As he and I were visiting, at the reception, he introduced me to his wife, Kelly, who I immediately liked, & enjoyed talking to. I was surprised to discover she's a teacher and that they are expecting their first child.<br />
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It was the news of the first child that truly sparked my next memories. Heath's sister, Heather, was a lifesaver and was SO sweet to me after the birth of my first child. The conversations, pointers, information that she shared with me that not everyone magically and immediately falls into deep maternal love with their child at birth soothed my worried, postpartum nerves and helped me through those first three months of motherhood. Don't get me wrong, I love both my daughters tremendously, but the bonds were ones that grew with time, they weren't instantaneous. I wonder sometimes how many other people have found the same to be true.<br />
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As Kelly and I sat and talked, I tried to sooth her worried nerves about pregnancy and I began to imagine what phenomenal parents both she and Heath will be. Thinking about this brought back so many more memories from childhood. <br />
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Heath was my dearest friend and even though we got along marvelously, most of the time, there were those disagreements that I think all relationships go through; however, we were young and deeply convicted in our beliefs. We had many drop down drag out arguments in our lives. BUT I was typically right, of course. Ha ha!<br />
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He used to get SO mad at me, and I at him because we strongly both believed that our own perspective was right and the ONLY right perspective. And yet, our friendship forced us to look at the other person's perspective or at least hear it. <br />
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And there were arguments or discussions from times in our friendship when I was at fault, and times he was as well. But as all good friendships work, regardless of how furious we were with each other we had each others back. Even if we were chewing each other out and fussing along the way.<br />
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Some of those memories are of my grand plan as a freshman in high school to mess up my grades at the county high school, so my parents would send me back to the city school where I'd gone to school from 5th grade on and was currently taking an early morning class. <br />
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My parents decided to move my sister to the county middle school, and me to the county high school right before my freshman year of high school. Heath and I had both decided we were going to take debate in high school and I'd take physical science with my Momma all summer to prepare since debate would fill the time slot allotted for physical science we both would have to take physics our senior year. <br />
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But the debate partnership never occurred. My parents decided to move me to the county schools, Heath believed it was my decision and was furious and so in my stupidity and naivety I decided to let my grades tank in an effort to get my parents to return me to the city school.<br />
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I had gotten a progress report from the county and was just finishing my early morning typing class at the city high. I had a ride waiting to take me to the county school to begin another school day when I mentioned my plan to him that day. To say he gave me an earful would be an understatement. He told me that it was a ridiculous plan and that the city schools wouldn't want me back with those grades. He went on to tell me he didn't want to hang out with someone who purposefully destroyed their chances for a future, or something to that effect. His reaction spurred me into action and I pulled my grades up, I was never a scholar, but must have done okay since I ended up teaching. And no, I never managed to get back to the city school. <br />
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I could relay many more "discussions" that we had through the years. Such as his reaction when I totaled my first car, didn't break a thousand on the SAT, or piddly arguments that we had through the years. Oh, how I dreaded hearing, "I'll call this evening and we will talk about ______ later." <br />
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Reflecting back on that now, twenty odd years later, I realize that even though we usually ended up furious over whatever we disagreed upon during that phone call; the time in between the initial argument and the "discussion" that ensued later was so smart! It gave us time to reflect upon our thoughts and calm down before talking further. It was the right way to handle things, plus it really made me get my arguments ready before the conversation. He probably did too. And I can remember clearly wondering how he'd react if I'd just not answer that phone, but I never did. I suspect an in person conversation would have been even more heated. There's no doubt our stubborn natures and intellects were built for debate, and definitely shaped many of the arguments. How I hated those disagreements, but I was certain and still know, I must have been right. ;-P <br />
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And as I thought about that stubborn debate intellect, I found myself thinking about my college debate partner, and good friend Jeremy, and how our interactions were similar although no cooling off period was involved in our heated discussions. Those memories make me have to laugh.<br />
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With Jeremy, when I would go off on a tizzy about things not functioning the way I thought they should or when I disagreed with Jeremy over the way things were working, he would listen to me carry on, or at least appear to. He wouldn't interrupt me but wait and let me pour forth the full wrath of my fury and then calmly say: "Are you done, yet?" How I dreaded that statement!! I knew what was coming next. It would be his turn to speak and pour forth his wrath or argument as to why it was the way it was and why he disagreed with me. <br />
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So I'd tell him I wasn't done when he asked, just to postpone the inevitable. It never worked. He still made me listen to his side...and I'm glad he did. We didn't always agree, but it was that same determined, stubborn debate perspective that fueled this response.<br />
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And in these memories, I find myself wondering if those same tactics be used upon their own children? I suspect they will, and God bless them every one!<br />
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Jeremy is now blessed with a sweet and beautiful four month old daughter. I have no doubt as she goes through childhood or perhaps in her teenage angst she will hear from him, "Are you done, yet?" Heaven help her when she says yes. And I suspect since God has a sense of humor, that both Jeremy and Heath will have children every bit as stubborn as they are.<br />
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God knows both of mine certainly are as (if not more) stubborn as I am. And I'm thankful for my many friendship, partnerships, and competitions with these two Alpha males. I have no doubt that Jeremy is already a spectacular father, and know that Heath will be. <br />
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As I finish this trip down memory lane, let me just say that I pray to God to help me be the kind of mother that my girls need. I pray they find friends in their lives that are just as willing to listen, counsel, care, argue, fuss at them (when needed) and be there for them just like mine have been and are there for me. </div>
Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-40920731480477533312014-06-11T13:45:00.002-04:002014-06-11T13:45:36.770-04:00"And I mean it, Stanley!"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What a wonderful week this has been so far. I've taken the girls swimming at the pool in Thomasville, we've gone to see a movie "The Croods" at the Summer kid series. The girls have gone to school camp for the second time. And Daisy our beloved dog and I have been playing an interesting game regarding the fence in the back yard.<br />
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A little over a year ago, a LARGE pine tree fell in our back yard. It took out a portion of our chain link fence. My husband insisted that he would cut up the pine tree and fix the fence. Now a year later, yes I still have a pine tree in the back yard. The chain saw apparently stopped working as he was cutting up the tree... and no one had found time to fix the back of the fence. But for 11 months Daisy didn't notice that there was a whole in the fence where the tree had bent it. She didn't realize how easy it would be to leave the dog yard and run around free.<br />
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BUT, during the past month she has noticed and so we've begun our game. I barricade the hole as best I can. Then she devises ways to get around my barricade. She's dug holes, used her paws to move things, climbed onto cinder blocks to boost her jump out of the fence etc. It's been an interesting game. My barricades have typically worked for a hour or a day, but then Daisy finds a way around them.<br />
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First I moved an old bicycle in front of the fence, then our wheel barrow, an old ladder, a cinder block, branches from the old pine tree, lids to our sandboxes, etc....<br />
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And finally, I decided that I would take the "extra" portion of the chain link fencing that my husband had left in the corner of the dog yard and wrap it around my barricade. It worked! The extra fencing was the key, but I worried she'd lift that up, so I added partially filled paint cans to hold the fencing down.<br />
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As my barricade grew I kept thinking of a children's book that I love. It is entitled <u>And I mean it, Stanley!</u> In the book a child is building a sculpture out of junk and talking to Stanley as he/she builds the sculpture. Stanley isn't listening or so the child thinks. So he/she keeps telling Stanley about it, but going on to say "Don't you look, don't you even peek." At the end of the story, Stanley a large shaggy dog comes tearing through the fence that he/she is on the other side and knocks down the child's sculpture and covers the child with kisses. The child is thrilled!<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-84390825425376008702014-06-06T22:34:00.003-04:002014-06-06T22:34:59.209-04:00Summer reflections on life and motherhood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's relatively early evening and quiet in my house. Josh is in bed nursing a sinus infection that he brought back from NYC. The girls both fell asleep right about 8 P.M. Miracle of miracles! Ella Rose did object to heading to bed at a fairly normal (school year bedtime). She said, "But it's not even dark yet?!?!" How, I remember feeling the same way as a child and I'm so thankful it's not the school year, but man did I need those little ones to go to bed.<br />
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Don't get me wrong...I love them to pieces and they know that. In fact, the two stories we read tonight were <u>No Matter What</u> and <u>My Little love bug</u> they giggled their way through them as I read it to each of them. Ella Rose said she was my Cherry Pie, and Evie Alice announced she was my watermelon gum! :) I truly enjoyed the message from both that I love them dearly and the no matter what!<br />
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Then I settled down and finished reading <u>Mother's Night Out</u> granted I've not had a night out so that I could go see it, but I am eagerly looking forward to seeing it when Amazon gets it on instant video streaming. Yay! And I could so relate to this book. No, not the worrying about salmonella or such, but I could relate to the overwhelming feeling of taking care of it all while my husband is out of town. I'm sure many other women can too...after all it wouldn't be the success it is, if they couldn't.<br />
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And I loved how well the book relates that none of us Momma's feel like we've got it together or are doing as good of a job as should! Isn't that the truth. I'll never forget commenting on that to a friend of mine down here in South Georgia and her telling me that none of the other moms including herself had it any more together, that they were just faking it. I don't know about for others, but this book definitely dove deeply into my psyche.<br />
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And the whole fiasco involving their night out was so bizarre it could have been real! <br />
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I did have a "day out" this week and painted my front porch as a result. No majorly bizarre events occurred as a result of my day out, but I did joke that other Moms go to the grocery, and clean the house when their children are gone. I paint the front porch! I'm sure my husband in trembling in his boots as he thinks about my having 5 hours each day to myself come fall.<br />
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Anyway, it's been a wonderful day. The girls and I visiting a local grocery that is closing down and stocked up on some really, really good deals. We also visited the farmers market, and our free vegetable store. <br />
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Which reminds me of another side note. While at the farmers market the girls were pushing for me to buy cucumbers, and cabbage and bell peppers. These are all things they dearly love! Seriously! They will bite into any of them raw and tear leaves off the cabbage just because they feel like eating cabbage at random moments through the day, but I refused. I explained we don't buy those things. Why would we when we can get them for free. When we drove a few yards (maybe 100 yards but probably not that) down the parking lot we saw three "road kill" cabbages that we loaded up to bring home along with our already vast spread of produce and other miscellaneous plunder.<br />
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After we got all that unloaded, and had a bit to eat we headed out to our free vegetable source (no, not our back yard) but Southern Valley, and loaded up on a grocery bag full of bell peppers and at least 3-4 bags full of cucumbers, as well as quite a few squash and zucchini.<br />
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I sent some over to the neighbors and still have more than enough for our fridge. So needless to say, it's been a great day. <br />
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Not only did all that happen successfully, but I got to enjoy a supper with my family. A quiet evening visiting by phone with a good friend in Texas and my best friend, my Momma sharing my favorite quote from the book with them both, "The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world." You know...that's true!!!<br />
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It does make me realize the importance even more of what I'm doing day to day. I also realized just today that it's been just over two years since I became a fulltime stay at home Momma. If often feels much longer, but just as rewarding as always.<br />
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Well, there's a strong storm blowing through our way..so before it decides to visit with my laptop, I'm going say goodnight. And I hope that all Mommas out there realize how important the job is that they are doing. We may not all do it the same, and none of us may be able to live up to the expectations we set for ourselves when it comes to parenting, but our best is more than enough!<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-65437928723324864102014-03-11T15:52:00.004-04:002014-03-12T13:01:30.528-04:00Aprons, meringue, and big floppy hats<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As a small child, and even as an older one, I often thought that it would be nice to live in a previous time. One where women were, well more feminine (sipping coffee or tea, wearing aprons to cook, going to teas or church in big floppy hats) and men were more masculine. As I grew I began to recognize how much women have overcome to be where we are today; however, I still have to admit in the back of my head I romanticized a lot of former generations.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pb4knHSAIi72iERA-zTglyN8u8YhCpeFc3sxrZkU5MuiJPM_6ubBBZtAtVbbL_A1ZrS01DuOSKe0o8svs8l0YFeTcPfzHJ9UyUHSTqI6hQVJqWzfqCB2T02k3zKkQ9oy1nAncNVLMCtP/s1600/Help.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pb4knHSAIi72iERA-zTglyN8u8YhCpeFc3sxrZkU5MuiJPM_6ubBBZtAtVbbL_A1ZrS01DuOSKe0o8svs8l0YFeTcPfzHJ9UyUHSTqI6hQVJqWzfqCB2T02k3zKkQ9oy1nAncNVLMCtP/s1600/Help.jpg" height="163" width="200" /></a> Then when the book <u>The Help</u> came out I began to realize how different life may have been for women, different than I realized it was anyway. I think that's when the realization hit me that my momma's generation was more than likely the first one to "really" raise their own children without much "help." Before that, it seems most women had help, so many of my romanticized images wouldn't have fit during those times anyway.<br />
But with that said, ever since I moved further into the deep south (don't get me wrong I've lived m whole life in the deep south) but ever since I've moved to south Georgia, I've begun to realize that a lot of those things I thought were "by-gones" well, aren't so much.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQsYql43f90g-6PUzXZPNE16on3Rl-kiIJhhdxFNLJ-kxmcetIu15DMEYa1aOwx7WbLiv90jyiOJR53yerGZTK8gQaKRbvQm_8GVy_eANBDI5aW6RrUJM0Q7HBiEzczGIttuBXMz46XwE/s1600/tea+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQsYql43f90g-6PUzXZPNE16on3Rl-kiIJhhdxFNLJ-kxmcetIu15DMEYa1aOwx7WbLiv90jyiOJR53yerGZTK8gQaKRbvQm_8GVy_eANBDI5aW6RrUJM0Q7HBiEzczGIttuBXMz46XwE/s1600/tea+2.jpg" height="149" width="200" /></a> For instance, women and their big floppy hats! Shortly after I moved to Moultrie, the ladies at church decided to have a tea. I was thrilled!! I was beside myself with excitement. My first tea. Then they mentioned with hats and gloves. Momma was beside herself. She didn't know such events still occurred. I had no idea where to find a ladies hat, much less gloves. So I began asking around town. What did I discover? Several stores in town still carry those down here today. This all comes back to the forefront of my memory because in a few short months, I'm going to my cousin's wedding and guess what is needed? Nope, not gloves. Thankfully not gloves, because it's going to be in Texas, in the summer!! ARGH! That would beyond hot. But hats...a big floppy decedent hat. Now, I have one, but I wanted something with pizazz and so just this last week I ordered my second lady's hat! Yes, I had plenty of Easter bonnets as I grew up, as every good southern little girl does, but the ladies hats are something special. And I can hardly wait to wear it! What fun it will be and honestly I'm sure I'll feel just as I did at the Ladies' tea. I'll feel like I'm playing dress up, but what fun it will be to do so! <br />
Speaking of feeling like I'm playing dress up, when I first became a stay at home mom, I once again found myself longing for days gone by (days long before I was born) when most Mommas stayed home, dropped in on their neighbors for a cup of coffee or a glass of sweet tea and did what good southern ladies do. Visit! But as time has rolled on, I'm glad I live when I do. And yes, I even have a group of ladies that I visit with regularly with a cup of coffee or a glass of sweet tea. And many of us work really hard to keep a nice home, cook meals from scratch, and keep a watchful eye on the children all at the same time. However, just the other day I was out at the farmhouse of one of these friends for her daughter's fifth birthday party. Oh, it was grand! Let me tell you! The children were running around. Chickens were wandering the yard. Mini goats hung out close by. A full well tended garden was present as well...and the men were hanging out around the grill. Not much grilling got done (on the grill) but the party was progressing nicely. <br />
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Then I wandered inside and was quite surprised to see my friend in an apron as she finished readying the house and yard for the party. I'm not sure whyI was surprised. I had one growing up, at least I think I did. I know I wore many of my Momma's that were always too large but effective nonetheless. But for some reason I'd never taken the time to get one of my own.<br />
another thing I kind of contributed to an era gone by. <br />
Okay, that's not entirely true. I have a Christmas one. It's bright green with white polka dots and has red stripes around the sashes. I use it each year for Breakfast with Santa. Yes, that poor apron gets worn once a year. But there was my friend wearing an apron getting ready for the party. And it just fit! It worked great.<br />
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You know, I may just yet be that idyllic stereotypical image of a stay at home mom, but one from an era gone by with the clean house and the nice clothes, and supper on the table when my man gets home? Okay...so maybe not. I've got way too much room to achieve that goal, but nonetheless what a smile it brings me as I think about wearing that apron now.<br />
I found myself smiling apron less too though, this weekend at the ladies' luncheon. One of the things we served was meringue. Several of the younger ladies serving didn't know what it was or how to make it. Man, was it good! It melted in our mouths just the way meringue is supposed to too. And as I ate that meringue topped with fresh strawberries, whipped cream and slivers of mint it made me think of my Momma (the mint especially) and my great-grandmother, Granny. Granny used to pull out her strawberry dishes ( that I now have stashed up in my attic. I may pull those out tomorrow now that I think about it.) every time we visited. She would serve us tomato aspic (which I really don't care for) and meringue which I love!!! The perfect southern ladies dishes. Talking about this makes me think of that ladies tea right after I moved here again...we had to bring a salad (gelled salad) to it. I so tried to make one with pineapple. Just so you know pineapple doesn't like to gel. But that's a story for another day.<br />
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And I feel obliged to admit that the southern traditions I value most, along with those idiosyncrasies that I've romanticized make me realize that my life as a stay at home mom, really is a lot more like I thought it might have been in days gone by than even I'd suspect. And that pleases me immensely. Both my hat and my new apron (both pictured within this post) are proof enough of that!<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-22280082882888540622013-10-07T22:44:00.001-04:002013-10-07T22:44:53.984-04:00Had a fabulous birthday today. Will fill you in on the happenings tomorrow.Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-43329187187737167292013-10-06T22:51:00.001-04:002013-10-06T22:51:56.158-04:00Tough night tonight y'all. I will write more tomorrow. Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-13799670790683776162013-10-05T22:56:00.001-04:002013-10-05T22:56:13.034-04:00A Dog's Journey and pet blessingsToday, we attended the blessing of animals at St. Margaret's. We celebrate it every year on the first Saturday because we are celebrating St. Francis of Assissi. I can't tell you how many pet blessings I've been to I my life, but they are numerous and usually meaningful. Today was no exception.<div><br></div><div>The girls wanted to take our dog, Daisy, and so we did. She was very well behaved and I was glad we took her. She was definitely not the only dog there. There was a Siberian Husky, a Weimaraner and many small dogs. But the one that true touched part of my soul was a baby terrier that the Humane Society had brought to be blessed. She had German Shepherd markings and was small but oh so good. I fell in love!!!</div><div><br></div><div>How I wanted to take her home, but alas my husband says no. It's too soon, he says. And perhaps he's right. Although I can tell you decades could pass before the hole that Rachel left in our lives will be filled. Oh, this puppy reminded me so much of her or at least of how she looked when she first came to us. She was just six weeks old then and someone had dumped her out in the country. She'd found her way to my door and the rest was history. Rachel lived with us for 6 years. She was my first dog to raise from a puppy and she was definitely family.</div><div><br></div><div>So as I looked at that puppy who responded differently to me than it did to others, I couldn't help but wonder was it Rachel who had returned to us as another dog.</div><div><br></div><div>I know that may seem silly to some, but to me it makes sense and I got this idea from a book called: "A Dog's Journey."</div><div><br></div><div>If you haven't read the book I highly recommend it. It's written from the perspective of a dog and is about the bond a dog and person have. It's amazing.</div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, the puppy didn't come home with us today. I'm praying she gets adopted and will probably check on her to make sure she does. Even if I can't bring her home there's no reason she needs to stay at the pound. And who knows perhaps my husband will change his mind and decide she can come and live with us too. </div><div><br></div><div>But even if he doesn't it gives me peace to know she has been blessed and encourages me to try to find her forever home for her. </div><div><br></div><div>So if any of you are looking for a puppy give the Moultrie Humane Society a call and ask I see her. I just know you won't regret it.</div><div><br></div><div>Boop droop de doop</div>Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-38385880780496333162013-10-04T22:49:00.001-04:002013-10-04T22:49:44.606-04:00Setting 12 week goals<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My life has been just slightly crazy lately. My home definitely has begun to show the wear and tear from my frantic pace...and many obligations, but let's my honest my home usually begins to show wear and tear even when I have a normal amount of obligations and responsibilities.<br />
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However, tonight as I began to ponder this weekend and all that we have planned. And trust me I'm excited about almost everything we have going on this weekend, I also began to think about how long it's been since I've been working out on a regular basis. It's been a while...like maybe 1/2 a year and I think I'm about to get back into the habit. See this last January I joined a group of ladies who had decided to get in shape in the new year and win some money to boot. <br />
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We competed again 143 other teams people (4 or 5 people per team) and the weighed in each week. Our individual percentages counted as did the teams percentage. Honestly, there were weeks it was stressful, but it was also quite fun and motivating. I lost almost 30 lbs in 10 weeks.<br />
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To be completely honest, when I began the team lean challenge I had no idea that I weighed as much as I did (as strange as that may sound) or that I could possibly afford to lose almost 30 lbs. But not only could I afford to lose it when I look back at the pictures from before I question how I couldn't have realized how needed the weight loss was just to be a more healthy individual.<br />
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Since January I've put back on 5 lbs though and I never quite made it to my goal weight for team lean. I was 8 lbs above where I wanted to be. So I have decided I am going to have to find time in my busy schedule to start again. My deadline will be Thanksgiving and I'm going to get rid of those last 13 lbs. <br />
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I think I can...tomorrow starts a new day. And I think doing so not only will make me proud of me, but will help me have more energy to be a better Mom and perhaps more energetic too. I'll be honest, I've felt quite sluggish lately due to all my allergies. So perhaps this will help...at least one can hope.<br />
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So wish me luck...because this portion of team lean is beginning again. 12 weeks, 13 pounds...totally totally doable. And when I meet this goal, it will be nice to know that I'm lighter than I've been since I finished high school and probably healthier too.<br />
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So here we go!<br />
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Boop doop de doop<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-42726800146947745432013-10-03T21:53:00.000-04:002013-10-03T22:15:59.971-04:00Losing my brain at the DMV. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3w9r7JrI4FHRMoNOt2VS-XolkZ4qx1LHggA0sYuhCeUurkLMbXfbTE4FavE1XtxmCx4cgG5uYmXxgkb3xY5Y9KW-vkvVDbV7CkKdYEmDcnyYo7GtpznY_-lCXeLeZJ86HHMC64p_wMp5Z/s1600/Tired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3w9r7JrI4FHRMoNOt2VS-XolkZ4qx1LHggA0sYuhCeUurkLMbXfbTE4FavE1XtxmCx4cgG5uYmXxgkb3xY5Y9KW-vkvVDbV7CkKdYEmDcnyYo7GtpznY_-lCXeLeZJ86HHMC64p_wMp5Z/s1600/Tired.jpg" /></a>Today has been a day from start almost through finish. Very, very early this morning at 1:41 to be exact I awakened because my allergies have been acting up. I'm very, very, very allergic to smoke and my dearly, beloved father in law and mother in law smoke like chimney so helping to care for them while being something that I am truly enjoying doing has had many bumps along the way for my health. Last night was just another one of those bumps. I took some nasal spray and then laid awake for two hours before finally managing to fall back into a sleep induced stupor. <br />
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So daybreak happened much earlier than I would have preferred this morning. Then as I ran through my morning routine I realized. The allergy medicine that I would have sworn to you was 24 hour medicine was actually 24 pills of 12 hour medicine. Oops! That certainly explains why I've been awaking with breathing issues so much lately. Thankfully, this was an easy problem to fix and I happily went on my way.<br />
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Then at some point of the morning it dawned on me, I needed to go get my driver's license renewed because it expires this coming Monday. So....I began to make preparations for that. <br />
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Ah, the DMV. I'm sure I've begun to think of it as this world's torture center. Both my daughters and I spent two interesting hours there. They watched three Curious George Episodes on my iphone. They played with their princess figures. They colored. They cried, and cuddled and I think we all wanted to scream and run away when my number was finally called. Amazing! I do believe I thought the heavens were going to open and the halliulah chorus sound. And then perhaps angels would break into Ava Marie since I had all of the proper documentation to renew my license. With all the new requirements this was no small feat. I had to take my current license, social security card, passport, tax return, & property tax bill. Ummm...all just to prove I am me. <br />
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But I did it! And I got my picture made. The girls looked it. The representative was really friendly to my girls. And it was a great picture. I was ecstatic until she asked me if I'd like a 5 year license for 30 or a 10 year for 50. Uh oh!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'd forgotten my cash and debit card at home. No worries, she says. They take credit cards, American Express, Visa, Mastercard, etc...blood of your first born child. But I wasn't quite ready to sacrifice Ella Rose. I try not to use credit cards so I don't carry them. So I decided I'd also left my brain at home. Who spends back to back days at the DMV as a customer? Yep, only me y'all. Two hours, two exhausted children, I'm mind numbingly frustrated and ready to cry. And we were starving because it took so LONG! But it must have been worth it, even though we did it for nothing. Practice run? I think so, because guess where we are going tomorrow...that's right. Another fun filled fieldtrip to the DMV. Join us! You too can participate in the extremely grueling and tedious job of renewing your license. It's fun, really...join me and see. Just bring half the paperwork in your house and you too can have a GA drivers license renewed too. After all everyone needs to get in on the fun and torture of the DMV....just make sure to arrive early so you'll get one of those nice plastic chairs.<br />
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Good night,<br />
Boop doop de doop<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-69345207964263095332013-10-02T15:39:00.000-04:002013-10-02T15:49:44.336-04:00My Political Perspective<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNBdMxPp2d_QQJA06bA4JaN17ERbfKHhxRgBuPf2yhV9GzET-AG8Q3tdc_lBTx1ZoNORqhyphenhyphen6suIQhi24E3JFzLUHNoDABg_QHZTwbMI_q1GeYpqjjCp5ciWPNZa6aLZgIckYekAIt6Lh4/s1600/Opinions.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNBdMxPp2d_QQJA06bA4JaN17ERbfKHhxRgBuPf2yhV9GzET-AG8Q3tdc_lBTx1ZoNORqhyphenhyphen6suIQhi24E3JFzLUHNoDABg_QHZTwbMI_q1GeYpqjjCp5ciWPNZa6aLZgIckYekAIt6Lh4/s1600/Opinions.png" /></a>I've debated with myself for the past few days over whether or not to write anything about my political perspective on the world in which we live. Please understand, I LOOOOOVVVVEEE politics. I don't even mind when people disagree with me politically, but what I do mind is how divisive our world is. I truly despise how filled with hate, and how selfish and uncaring people behave. I know that a large portion of this hatred and selfishness comes from fear and lack of knowledge, but nonetheless it saddens me.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7v06cPH7PB6TAWD-s7qVnQxz2yYmWhjZHomNBD4z6xdTRx5mT7daXR8O9UJe3qQS8oAz8YnNsXpju-RnNdBESUlm_PVD6Jk8IXeCcj258TmIpsPEX3XhZfEz9qQU883tBdhUzBq1wTUuz/s1600/Govt.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7v06cPH7PB6TAWD-s7qVnQxz2yYmWhjZHomNBD4z6xdTRx5mT7daXR8O9UJe3qQS8oAz8YnNsXpju-RnNdBESUlm_PVD6Jk8IXeCcj258TmIpsPEX3XhZfEz9qQU883tBdhUzBq1wTUuz/s200/Govt.png" width="200" /></a> What's more it bothers me that some people I consider family, and close friends are so closed minded and frightened of the idea of a national health care plan. And to be honest, I do understand where they are coming from. Growing up, I remember a couple that emigrated to the United States from Scotland because they needed medical care. I was just a small child, and I know their names were Mr and Mrs Edwards. Do I remember what care Mrs. Edwards needed? No. I do not. But what I do remember is that Scotland had a nationally (Socialized) run medical program and that there was an extremely long waiting list for the care she needed. So rather than wait, Mr and Mrs Edwards came to the United States to get faster health care. I assume it was better care, but I can't swear to that.<br />
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And I'll admit when I first heard about National Medical Care in the United States these were the first thoughts that appeared within my head. So I get the other side, I truly do. BUT, and this is a major but then I began to explore it further. And through the twists, turns, experiences, and discussions within my immediate family (and almost immediate family) my opinion of the Affordable Care Act began to change.<br />
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So, all people have some fluid around their brains, but the body regulates how much fluid is made and cushions the brain. For my nephew this isn't true. His body just continues to make more and more fluid and his skull would not have fuzed together properly without brain surgery and a shunt being inserted. The shunt drains the extra fluid from his brain into his abdomen. As I'm sure you can imagine this surgery, literally brain surgery, is very dangerous, but also very expensive! Combine that with the fact that this nephew was a mere two pounds and some odd ounces when he was born there is no doubt he would have maxed out any lifetime cap that insurance companies placed on care within his lifetime. See he won't just need brain surgery once, but possibly every seven years or so. He's seven now (soon to be 8) and so far has just had to have one surgery, but we all (in our family) know there will be another one in his future and more than likely another one after that etc...<br />
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I've also included a picture, on the right, of my nephew so you can compare the difference that this surgery makes and how impossible it is to tell someone has hydrocephalus when it's treated properly. <br />
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Danny, looks like and functions as a normal little boy because of this life changing surgery. However, once he hits the lifetime maximum on insurance getting the second or third or fourth necessary brain surgery would be almost impossible. However, the Affordable Care Act removes that cap. And my nephew can have as many brain surgeries as he needs to live a happy, productive and normal life. So that was the first thing that began to change my perspective on the Affordable Care Act. <br />
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And if that wasn't enough then there's my sister. God bless my sister! She's one of the most caring, most giving people I know. Any time she sees a person in need, she gives! Even to her own detriment she will give to others. But my generous sister has had some major health problems within her lifetime. She had a tubal seven years ago that went wrong. The doctor tore her uterus and then tried to fix it and tore it again. He claimed it was paper thin and that he couldn't tell she'd borne four children. But she had! Anyway, because of his negligence major scar tissue developed and wrapped itself around many organs within her. She began having blood cysts and endometriosis and extreme pain. She went to the doctor and the E.R. repeatedly telling them she hurt as if she was in labor for days. They gave her mild pain meds and sent her on her way. They'd discuss with her the options but almost no surgeons were willing to operate to remove the scar tissue present. Why? She had no insurance. She had a disc bulge in her back and had very little care because she had no insurance...and I could go on and on with her medical plights. My family discovered during her healthcare adventures that the only healthcare hospitals had to or doctors were willing to provide was for imminent life saving procedures. Quality of life for those without insurance didn't matter.<br />
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And then, I became a stay at home Mom. Until I decided to stay at home with my girls my husband, girls and I had wonderful insurance through the school system. But after that the shock of how messed up our status quo healthcare system was truly hit home. First, I had a very difficult time finding insurance that would cover me, even with exclusion provisions. I had, had two back surgeries and two C-sections in the last five years. All 4 of these surgeries were necessary. The back surgeries because I had a massive rupture of my L4-L5 disc twice. The rupture was so massive that I truly have no disc left at that level. The C-sections were due to severe pre-eclampsia that didn't manifest itself until I was in the midst of labor (both times). Oh and I'm asthmatic....so it was almost impossible to find coverage for my family that included me since I was no longer employed. <br />
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My husband spoke to his employer about providing insurance but was told it wasn't necessary because all the other employees had it through their spouses' jobs. So we had to search for insurance on our own. Then, we found a company that would approve us for coverage with the exclusion of any C-sections for me. So obviously I couldn't get pregnant, but no biggie. I didn't plan to anyway.<br />
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All was good until my daughters caught the flu. When we went to get prescriptions for their flu I was shocked. Total cost for their prescriptions for Theraflu for my two girls and anti-nausea medicine was $500!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, you read that correctly. No this didn't include the cost for the Dr's visit. It was medicine alone supposedly with insurance.<br />
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Needless to say I began to wonder shortly there after how in the world my family would manage if anyone caught even the slightest cold after that. And decided drastic action had to be taken. I'd been totally against the idea of applying for Peach care for my children before the $500 prescriptions, but after that it became my main goal in life. And it just about took an act of Congress to get it for them, but we did it. So I now no longer have to worry about their medical insurance.<br />
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But my dear husband and I still had the lousy health insurance that we were paying out $240 a month for just the two of us and wasn't covering almost anything...and I do mean anything We simply couldn't continue to pay for that. We couldn't afford it! But I didn't want to be uninsured so I called companies and told them I only wanted major medical, like serious problem type insurance. I was told what I was looking for didn't exist. I truly wanted hospital coverage so that if my back had problems again or something to that effect we'd not be out tens of thousands of dollars. So we took a leap.<br />
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I cancelled our insurance and we became one of the millions of uninsured. Thankfully, knock on wood we've managed. Neither of us have had any major illnesses. A common cold here and there...but nothing major. And we've held on or at least I've held on to the hope that Obamacare would be the answer. We will be able to afford insurance. What a blessed day! Not only will be able to afford insurance, but good quality insurance. Does that please me? Yes...immensely.<br />
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Now let me make this footnote because I know someone may comment, well if it was that important to you then you could have just kept your job and not become a stay at home Mom. Honestly, no I couldn't. I call it my choice and it's true, I quit...<br />
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However, it was inevitable. The school where I worked had issues with my focus on my family. They couldn't understand why I'd travel to Arkansas to be with my dying Nanny and with my youngest daughters need to nurse and the arrangements to do so which in no way affected my job performance. However, the administration saw it as an all or nothing matter so I quit and made it official that my family was first in my life. <br />
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Do I regret that decision? <strong>No, I do not, not in the least!.</strong> I simply regret that our society has become so work focused that they couldn't realize that family has to be a top priority too. And I would resign again tomorrow, even knowing the things that I now know. <strong> </strong>I'd do it again a million times. Being at home and truly putting my family first was one of the best decisions I've ever made. But I'm sure I've upset some people with my perspective and for that I apologize. However, I hope that I've made those same individuals think and consider who this Obamacare is going to help. We, the individuals who need the Affordable Care Act are not (in the majority) people trying to mooch off the system. They are people who can't get or can't afford the healthcare they should receive in the status quo. As a friend of mine commented yesterday:<br />
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<em>"</em><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><strong>Hands are a powerful thing. While I have one in a fist of smiting rage at our horrible Congress, the other is wiping away tears of joy and gratitude because I am amazed that I will have health insurance. Love it or hate it, there are lots of us good, tax-paying folks that have dreamed of this day so that we can finally get treatment on, say, an arm that dislocates every day. No matter how you feel about what's going on and the shenanigans of our government, I hope we the people can hug it out, make each other laugh, and get through it...hand in hand</strong>."</span><br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"> I couldn't agree more with her if I tried so that my dear reader is my hope as well. S</span><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">o with that in mind, I leave you for the day...and I promise a less controversial blog tomorrow.</span><br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-23216030118880848852013-10-01T10:09:00.000-04:002013-10-01T10:09:38.655-04:00National Blog Writing Month<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today, since it's the first day of October, is the first day of National Blog Writing Month. I've attempted this for the last three years and I don't believe I've ever managed to blog every day for the entire month, but I'm rearing to go and super excited about trying again. If you blog, love to write or even are mildly curious in trying to do so I highly suggest that you give it a try. Just put a link to your blog on Facebook at NaBloWriMo. Join us! Won't you?<br />
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Now with that said...buckle in and get ready for the ride. I can hardly wait to blog each day for the month! I suppose I could start by telling you why I do NaBloWriMo and a little bit more about my crazy life that I love. Today is actually a quiet day around here...okay semi-quiet. My four year old does have both gymnastics and soccer this afternoon, but other than that the day is much more calm than they've been lately. Since I'm a stay at home much of my days are focused around helping others, be it my in-laws, children, people in the community, etc...and of course running my household. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_znSzb-sqegS12TUa__-iyXgv37_Hq0PxHXmnaRFLY0FEnL71bmLc3LCcdE5w9BKUNocSqITXKvrumJPPQ1AJBllHebiNTZ06zrbtZByOn-s80YyCP13re3uAhPc2v0uvYwO9oj7Upmrp/s1600/tree.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_znSzb-sqegS12TUa__-iyXgv37_Hq0PxHXmnaRFLY0FEnL71bmLc3LCcdE5w9BKUNocSqITXKvrumJPPQ1AJBllHebiNTZ06zrbtZByOn-s80YyCP13re3uAhPc2v0uvYwO9oj7Upmrp/s1600/tree.png" /></a>Lately, it's been a challenge to get it all done each day, but a joyful one. Two weeks ago my father-in-law fell 18feet out of a tree and broke his pelvis. He was airlifted to a larger hospital because his fracture was so severe, but the larger hospital opted not to operate and sent him home after just a few days. So my daughters and I have been visiting with him multiple times a day for the last couple of weeks. Honestly, it's been a blessing to have that time together for all involved. My girls are becoming much closer to their paternal grandparents and the relationship between my mother-in-law, father-in-law and I has changed drastically. As much as I'd never wish this situation upon anyone, good has come from it. It just goes to show sometimes we don't know why life leads us into the moments it does, but there's true purpose in all that happens and good can come out of even the worst circumstances.<br />
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I think the other major change in our lives is that although I'm a former high school teacher, I'm embracing my stay at home Mom role a bit more fully this year. Perhaps that's true because it's my second full year at home...but for whatever reason it really makes me question how families with two working parents make sure it all gets done. Okay...so the added money would be nice, BUT it wouldn't be worth the things I'd have to miss out on. Don't get me wrong, I know at some point I will return to working outside the home (maybe when both girls are in school) but until then I'm going to savor our moments together and find creative ways to make funds in the process. <br />
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I've started a pet sitting service and actually am heading out to distribute more information about it today. I have a regular customer that the girls and I visit with her dogs every day and it's really been a joy to see the puppies smiling faces. I've tried selling my daughters old clothes for consignment, but haven't had much luck. I've made less than $100 dollars doing that. But as I said money isn't everything.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTjNFqzQUVGFzXY3YNr7-AlnN7FyOsdMjH72Hmhtz0f22iyYLt6w4B2rqIY06U6HOR8Zj0tD5uKSr5PQT6wmu6pu-RYKBagbDoPNhCnEtNcOWJpoqDTSd7mSmSxKqalY9ct6yQPUDuHKp/s1600/autumn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTjNFqzQUVGFzXY3YNr7-AlnN7FyOsdMjH72Hmhtz0f22iyYLt6w4B2rqIY06U6HOR8Zj0tD5uKSr5PQT6wmu6pu-RYKBagbDoPNhCnEtNcOWJpoqDTSd7mSmSxKqalY9ct6yQPUDuHKp/s320/autumn.jpg" width="320" /></a>This next week we begin fall break and I'm truly looking forward to our little Stay-cation. Actually, I find myself looking forward to October as I always do. We have so many wonderful things that happen in October. This coming week the girls and I will be traveling to see the Ugly Ducking Light Show at the Grand in Macon. We have a Blessing of Animals at our Church this coming Saturday. My eldest is headed out to a birthday party for her best friend on Saturday and she has soccer pictures on Saturday too. Saturday is going to be BUSY!!!<br />
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The next weekend we are going to the GA National Fair, and the weekend after that to ride on Thomas the train at Day out with Thomas. I believe it's our fourth year to go to that too. :) And we have a yard sale at church too! Whew!! Busy, busy but just how I love it. <br />
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We will probably throw in some play dates, visits to museums and the bouncy houses, etc...in the mix and just enjoy our life here at home.<br />
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Yes, the beginning of October always lifts my spirits y'all. Perhaps, it's the realization it's really fall. And this year the air is a little bit more crisp (something that is unusual this early in the fall in South GA). Perhaps it's the apple picking, or the pumpkin patches popping up everywhere. Maybe it's because my birthday falls in this month and reminds me how important it is to celebrate each day and year of my life. <br />
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I'll talk to you again tomorrow!<br />
Until then, <span style="color: purple;">Boop doop de Doop</span><br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-47013004262673778932013-08-12T14:54:00.001-04:002013-08-12T14:54:51.312-04:00And a new school year begins!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I can't even begin to count the number of school years that I've begun over my lifetime (okay, I could, but there are not only those from when I was a student, but also all my teaching years too). So I'd say and since my Momma taught school most of my life the beginning of a school year marked a profound change. It was truly a new beginning, a clean slate and a chance to make life into whatever you want it to be.<br />
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Today my little ones began a new school year as did I; however, some things are already very different about this school year for us. First, Evie Alice is completing her school year at home. I wasn't ready to give her up to preschool yet, nor was she ready to go. And Ella Rose is starting private pre-k. Wow! My eldest little girl is growing up so quickly!!!!<br />
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The biggest difference for me this year though is the home schooling. Never in a million years did I think I'd be teaching from home. Who'd of thunk? But seriously, I believe it will be a grand adventure and one I am looking quite forward to. Evie Alice and I had a blast this morning and began her schooling shortly after Ella Rose departed for Pre-K this morning. Evie working on singing ABCs, counting, identifying squares. Then we looked at her name, colored, made a handprint craft and painted. It was so much fun and is so far removed from what I've done with much of my adult life (since I've worked with teenagers for the last decade. <br />
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But it's a good change. Now both my little ones are napping, I've had a brief break and I'm going to continue working on the daily chores of picking up and putting everything in it's place.<br />
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Oh! But before I forget, today also began my first day of pet sitting. And it was grand...what truly amazing adventures are in store for us this year. I like what I'm seeing so far...and when I think about how much God has changed my path from where it was I am amazed. And as different as it is, it is also grand.<br />
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Well...off to clean up before my busy bees awaken...<br />
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Boop doop de doop<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-11309188727147606062013-05-19T22:35:00.001-04:002013-05-19T22:35:07.057-04:00Are we rich?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV-e5zOpzKvaCgjKgRhuVgGJQL1GtUo01aomQckPxtnzE7_Tkmj6KHdfFoDMTbsJYREMJYtDBXAVY5-i2-RtBB6mRner2_Ybkki9njjtd7Fc5pX64kQF2GoMROvidsNlPLICs7gV4YLSu/s1600/toys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV-e5zOpzKvaCgjKgRhuVgGJQL1GtUo01aomQckPxtnzE7_Tkmj6KHdfFoDMTbsJYREMJYtDBXAVY5-i2-RtBB6mRner2_Ybkki9njjtd7Fc5pX64kQF2GoMROvidsNlPLICs7gV4YLSu/s1600/toys.jpg" /></a>I don't think I ever realized until today how blessed my children and I are. I don't think I ever felt so rich or over indulged...and trust me we are far from rich. We are a single income family. Money is tight, sometimes beyond tight and seems so scarce that we don't know what we'll do. But we pull through, we always do.<br />
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I don't think I knew exactly how blessed we were until today. And the realization shocked me. I have a friend with multiple children. The children are good friends of my girls. The parents are loving parents...very involved in their children's lives. They make sure the children are in the right school district, have plenty of food, extra treats and snacks, hey make sure homework in done before they kids go out to play and they are particular that their children follow safety rules and be respectful, etc.<br />
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And I really thought that their home was a lot like ours. Cluttered (maybe a bit neater) since the Momma was more particular about when and where the children eat treats than I am.. She always cares more about what they do if a treat as they dropson the ground. It's off limits. Whereas my philosophy is blow/brush it off and go ahead. Children eating sand shocks her. My girls have both gone through this phase and my response is simply...it's not going to feel good later. :)<br />
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So I knew there were some differences...but overall, I felt like we had more similarities than differences and perhaps we still do...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLTczJ3gqIKDOXfQLvC77i188QZM4cXKwx0irbyBxv3dfdnL8bWTguCAMUZRfkDLS48NLNK_SBZg5kN9j8Gcz5mJRWhkJh3P0kd6mhLz6zzKPyR9iTlvfYgNFNHzscXtI16iOjomSZri9r/s1600/doll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLTczJ3gqIKDOXfQLvC77i188QZM4cXKwx0irbyBxv3dfdnL8bWTguCAMUZRfkDLS48NLNK_SBZg5kN9j8Gcz5mJRWhkJh3P0kd6mhLz6zzKPyR9iTlvfYgNFNHzscXtI16iOjomSZri9r/s1600/doll.jpg" /></a>But the other day, I had a reason to enter into their home. I'd never done so before since they live close by...we'd just visited outside...but as I entered the home I was shocked. Not because it was filthy, it wasn't (although mine has been at times). Not because it was cluttered, it wasn't (although mine regularly is). No I was shocked by the sparceness of it. It was bare. In the livingroom there was a couch, a tv and two pictures on the walls. In the children's rooms I saw one doll and no books, puzzles, etc. There are five children living there. ONE DOLL!! Now I know there are a FEW other toys there...but that is all I saw.<br />
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This gave me pause. While playing outside the children have toys, a trampoline, bicycles, and such. But indoors....nothing...or very little at least. And I thought back to their reactions upon seeing the girls many fine things. They love to come in our home and play in the girls rooms. Or upon being given a birthday invitation to one of our daughter's birthdays I was told, we don't celebrate ours at all. Hmmm....<br />
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And it made me realize how different our families are. I think the children of both are loved and cherished and blessed in both, but I definitely think mine are more indulged. Honestly, I'm not sure that's a bad thing. I was definitely indulged as I grew up...spoiled even, but it was good for me. Yes, you read correctly because it taught me so much and made me want to strive to provide the same for my own family one day. And we try to...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPcyveVqUfvBYI4PrjqMHT2yuGTelMN8UbPx9DEErNGrfrBgrGMrORaP5i8rxwV5iPnjFZSaZCqDMaxB4KQ8V0GYKefttisibSfcxAf3cxeTJXzLfqD2RaOlmkN86zemCtzJeTZLoElDY/s1600/money2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPcyveVqUfvBYI4PrjqMHT2yuGTelMN8UbPx9DEErNGrfrBgrGMrORaP5i8rxwV5iPnjFZSaZCqDMaxB4KQ8V0GYKefttisibSfcxAf3cxeTJXzLfqD2RaOlmkN86zemCtzJeTZLoElDY/s1600/money2.jpg" /></a>Are my girls, blessed. Yes, beyond any shadow of a doubt. Their biggest worry is whether or not I'll get to the store tomorrow to pick up the next thing they decide they want or whether their sister will be nice. They have no reason to worry about more than this. If something breaks, it will most likely be replaced (assuming it wasn't abused in the process). It something is used up...we'll get more. <br />
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So are my girls indulged (and a bit spoiled) you better believe it. Camps, Lessons, Sports, Toys, and Travels abound in our home. And I think it made me realize, not only do my children have love, but they have things. Now we just have to make sure they realize, that to whom much is given...much is expected. Because my girls certain have much given to them, through love and things, intellect, skills, etc.<br />
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Do I do enough to make them realize what is expected in return? I think I do. They see no difference between themselves and their friends. They truly love and respect their friends and willingly share their things day in and day out. And even when my patience wears thin, and I begin to wonder why their friends mistreat the girls toys or act a particular way..or don't know what peaches are when we have them for snack...I have to stop and remind myself. They are different. They've not been given what my girls are. But it's good that they are friends with my girls. They are loving, caring children...to whom much also has been given in love and caring even if not much is given in things.<br />
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And it was good for me to realize that those without come in all shapes and forms. It doesn't have to mean the child is going hungry for there to be a lack there.<br />
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So as I ponder through this, I find myself answering questions. Do we do too much for the girls? I don't think we do. We expect a lot from them in return for what they have. We try to expose them to culture so they can become well rounded and we want them to respect people, but work hard to make good lives for themselves so they can provide just as good of a life for their children one day. Which brings me back to wondering, is my little family actually rich...yes indeed we are: Spiritually, Emotionally, & Materially. But then again, I guess I never should have doubted that. :)<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-36246026669866130602013-05-15T23:21:00.000-04:002013-05-15T23:30:12.233-04:00Summer Safari<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When I began to think about this I started digging through other mother's blogs of successful stay-at-home camps and adventures. The most helpful site that I found was one where a mom had successfully created and successfully held summer camps for her children the past two years...and so I swiped a lot of her themes and then combined them with other themes and ideas that I found from other creative mothers to create a mish mash of themes which we will attempt this summer...You can find her page at <a href="http://tropichomeandfamily.com/">http://tropichomeandfamily.com</a> Just search for her summer camp ideas.<br />
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So with that said the themes for the <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Summer<span style="color: orange;"> Safari</span> <span style="color: #783f04;">Camp</span></span> are:<br />
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Week 1: Wildlife explorers<br />
Week 2: Artist/Artisans<br />
Week 3: Trains!<br />
Week 4: Up in the Air!<br />
Week 5: Pirates!<br />
Week 6: Mad Scientists<br />
Week 7: Ocean Wonders<br />
Week 8: Camping/Pioneers<br />
Week 9: Welcome to the Jungle<br />
Week 10: World Travelers<br />
Week 11: Out on the Ranch<br />
Week 12: Water Week<br />
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I've also assigned jobs to each day.</div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Mondays</span> are Park/Pool days.</div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Tuesdays</span> are Library/Craft days </div>
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Wednesdays</span> are Trip days </div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Thursdays</span> are Cooking days </div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Fridays</span> are Pool/Education</div>
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Then as far as a daily schedule goes we are going to play it by ear...BUT I want to fit certain things into each day include nap time (2 hours), a story time, and a themed snack. Then a few times a week, I want do a craft/science experiment, handwriting/ math or language skill each day. Other than that, my goal is to have the girls outside at least 4 hours each day.</div>
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They'll easily play all afternoon outside if I let them so this shouldn't be too much of a stretch. I'll try to update each week with pictures and descriptions of how the week went.</div>
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Welcome Summer, these Game Rangers are going to have many wonderful Sundowners!<br />
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Boop doop de doop!<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-9362640808498969162013-05-14T09:58:00.000-04:002013-05-14T09:58:27.563-04:00Summer time and the living is BUSY!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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But, you wouldn't know it's almost summer time by the weather we are having. I even had to put a light jacket on Evie Alice and me this morning as we ran out of the house to do an early morning errand...nonetheless...summer is here. Ella Rose has one more day of school and then she officially becomes a pre-k girl.Where has the time gone? How can my big girl be ready to go to pre-k. And how am I going to feel when it's time for her to go to kindergarten in a year....hmmm....<br />
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Thankfully, we are able to put off her entry into public school this year. So she will be completing her pre-k in the same school that she did her two year old preschool and three year old preschool tenures. I am so thankful she's staying put..but nonetheless the transition seems huge to me. How can my baby be so BIG!<br />
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And summer hasn't even started but it's already packed! Granted it's packed with fun filled activities...but it's still slam full. Josh was joking just the other day with Ella Rose that she will need a vacation from her summer and I do believe that's true.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZr1NLjGaipn82bXdxHOTYq_bVJ-7yYyGAiLyUzhWnWBtEZj8ImDM0535lTyXsR9o3htu2kF-Tm_-7Y6GU1MG3KalvMg6cCxMI3-aPO-YEJfY-oBjzCtGxTKlzXTgPJoLfbV68r56LaSQ/s1600/Summer+reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZr1NLjGaipn82bXdxHOTYq_bVJ-7yYyGAiLyUzhWnWBtEZj8ImDM0535lTyXsR9o3htu2kF-Tm_-7Y6GU1MG3KalvMg6cCxMI3-aPO-YEJfY-oBjzCtGxTKlzXTgPJoLfbV68r56LaSQ/s1600/Summer+reading.jpg" /></a>So what have we got planned for the summer? Well, here's the mega-long list. Ella Rose is doing Dance camp, Gymnastics Camp, "School camp" three days this summer and swimming lessons. Evie Alice has a Dr's appt for her eye that doesn't track properly, story hour at the library, weekly play dates<br />
and many family activities planned. We are going to participate in the summer reading program from the library. We will see a few of the kids summer movies when we can fit it in to <br />
our schedule we are going to Camp CoCo...our family camp in Arkansas...taking a family trip to the beach, and visiting Disney World and Universal Studios on the way home from the beach....then of course there are play dates, trips to the pool, a dance recital, and Vacation Bible school that I'm directing and the girls are participating in. <br />
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I can hardly wait! Now if the weather would just cooperate...we would be good to go. Bring on the triple digit weather.... so the fun can begin. :)<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-50088139518729080582013-05-04T15:37:00.000-04:002013-05-04T15:37:09.682-04:00Lovely, soft, cloud dust filled days. Thank God.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Rain didn't stop or slow down lives there...it wasn't an inconvenience. It was a blessing. Whenever I'm out and out in the "softing" I often think of my adventures in Ireland. And today was no exception. <br />
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So the softing rain today and the cool temperatures as of late have made me wonder on more than one occasion whether we've moved to Ireland, and are simply unaware. Seriously though, the weather has been quite wacky as of late...and living in south Georgi mid-sixties are regular occurrences in mid-February...but rarely seen in early May. Usually, we are hitting the mid to upper 80s and preparing our bodies for many days of 100+ weather during the summer. This year, that preparation seems absent...no today could be a nice February way or even a warmer March day...but definitely does not feel very May-like.<br />
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So I decided that since we've moved into Ireland's climate whether or not we've actually moved that the girls and I would have an Irish adventure today. We would walk to the neighborhood market and pick up some ingredients for supper tonight. So we set out on a very Irish-like adventure with the girls loaded into their double stroller we began to walk to the store. Another of the things I loved about Ireland was being able to walk every place in town we wanted to go. My little sister and I had a regular path worn between our flat and the grocery store. The refrigerator for the family was similar in size to a large dorm frig and so we had to make multiple trips by foot to the store each week. Those trips were fun...and honestly, just finding the grocery store was an adventure since it was situated back in a mall on the lower level. <br />
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Of course today, there was no search for the store. We simply had to head up the street hang a right at the light, walk past our church and the neighborhood store would be one block ahead. So off we went. Now, unlike our trips to the "grocery" in Ireland when we were visiting a truly Irish supermarket...in this case our neighborhood market carries only the very basics. Usually, I frequent it only when I realize at the the last minute that I'm out of a crucial ingredient. But today, although I needed a few ingredients for a squash casserole and some baking soda to make blueberry muffins I really just wanted to get out of the house, exercise, and spend some time with my girls.<br />
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And so off we went. We walked in the softing rain, neither girl seems to care and nor did I. In short, we had a blast. I found myself noticing details I'd missed out on as I'd sped by them in my car. I'd not noticed our church sign listed the family service. I'd missed sharing how to suck the honey suckles properly with my daughter. Of course, our walk remedied both of these problems. Ella Rose was amazed by how sweet the honey suckle tasted. And I found myself thinking back to memories of my own Momma teaching me the very same things.<br />
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And continuing in the line of creating memories, I decided it was time to create some cloud dust (mixing flour and canola oil) in order make play sand for the front porch. The girls had fun building sand castles with it on our covered porch despite the softing rain...and our dear Daisy dog jumped the fence repeatedly just so she could join in on the fun.<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-67825664695540333142013-04-29T13:21:00.002-04:002013-04-29T13:43:55.200-04:00Ranty...Rant...Rant<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here lately every time I get on facebook I just want to scream. There are people claiming that the Boston bombing was a conspiracy and a set up by the government. So obviously paranoid and also so obviously NOT true. There are legit articles about a situation where a five month old baby was removed from his family by CPS because they sought a second opinion for his care and removed him from the hospital AMA in order to do so...while taking him to another facility. Nonetheless, the parents are charged with severe neglect and he was removed. That frustrates me... and makes me want to question what some portions of the government are doing. And then there's the group that regularly posts things against C-sections which makes my blood boil including articles claiming that births in the hospital aren't necessary but just do it at home and that our country should promote home births. Excuse me?!?!<br />
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The c-section thing is the one that hits closest to home for me and I've bitten my tongue and bitten my tongue until I think I might just bite right through it. Why does this hit home? Because I've had two c-sections and I'm SO thankful that I did. When I was pregnant with my dear Ella Rose I explained to my OB that the only way I would okay a c-section was if my life was in danger. I had a typical pregnancy and there didn't seem to be any reason for alarm until I went into labor. As I labored for 15 hours my blood pressure began to elevate and by the time they performed the emergency c-section I had no doubt it was c-section or death...there was no alternative.the chances that we both would have made it through the delivery without the c-section were slim to none. And I was right...I had SEVERE pre-eclampsia. Had I been trying this at home (as this recent article suggested should be an option to all "normal pregnancies" I would have most likely not lived through the exprience. Was I low risk, yes. It was my first pregnancy and we had no reason to suspect I'd have any problems. But there were complications and a c-section was needed to keep us both alive. The epidural didn't work...and so I slept through the actually delivery of my beautiful four year old. We both survived the situation and life moved on.<br />
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Fast forward two years...and I'm once again in labor with my precious Evie Alice. The American Assoc. of Physicians had updated their rules and regulations and I'd scheduled a repeat c-section since I *know* that's the safest thing to do...but I was worried because they'd not let me schedule the section before 39 weeks of pregnancy. My first bundle of joy arrived before 39 weeks and I just "knew" my second would too...and she did. So...once again I went into labor. Now part of me hoped that I could experience a normal labor and delivery without a c-section, but once it started I again knew that wasn't possible. So after a few hours of labor I was given magnesium sulfate, an epidural that did work and had another emergency c-section. I was informed that my recurrent pre-eclampsia had once again reared it's ugly head and that it was the MOST SEVERE level and the worst case that this doctor had ever seen. The magnesium sulfate had to be started before the c-section even began...and once again I survived and have another beautiful daughter as a result.<br />
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But the idea that a c-section makes my deliveries any less valuable or that the doctors intervention is wrong just boils my blood. Now I know the individuals posting these articles would claim my c-section experiences aren't what they are talking about...but they are! They have no reason to assume that my experiences are different from those of other women who experience a section. Does the U.S have a high rate of intervention with births? Yes...but does that mean it's unnecessary? No.<br />
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These OB doctors know what they are doing...and c-sections save lives. To refuse one when faced with pre-eclampsia or the threat there of or even the unknown is idiotic. Medical help exists to make our lives easier. Why refuse it? It makes no sense...<br />
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Would you refuse a heart bypass...or help from any other medical issue. Of course you wouldn't so why refuse the help offered while delivering a baby. There are my two cents. I hope I've not offended anyone, but if I have...then I have. My rant is done!<br />
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I hope you have a great day!<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-27879948896017668862013-03-23T22:54:00.002-04:002013-03-23T22:54:31.517-04:00Weightloss and late night discussions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Late in December or early in January I embarked upon a new goal, I decided that I was going to lose a substancial amount of weight this year. Now, I know many people make weight loss resolutions each January, and many do not follow through, but I was determined to be different. One of the ways I'm different is that this honestly was my first weight loss journey. I'd never dieted. Yes, I'd lost and gained weight over the years but never consciously set out to do so. The other difference was the support of four wonderful ladies. Three of these ladies I'd never laid eyes upon or even heard of before the journey began, the fourth was Ella Rose's teacher last year in preschool. Together, we've journeyed together through weight loss for 10 weeks...and weighed in weekly. And now, after ten weeks we've lost 124.5 lbs cumulatively.<br />
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So tonight my husband was teasing me as he said something about my forcing him to sit through yet another episode of The Biggest Loser...and that's why we ended up watching his TIVOed show Revolution. Let me tell ya...I loved the first episode of Revolution, and it reminded me of a book I'd recently read. I only wish I could remember the title of that book. But that's another story for another day. The premise of his show was that the electricity goes out...and doesn't come back on...and then the show fast forwards 15 years. It really makes you think. <br />
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When I was in college I will never forget sitting around in a philosophical discussion of reality and a visitor commenting on how humans are the only species that has created something that will destroy them. Something to think about, huh? Technology which is supposed to make our lives so much easier...may make them harder. But it definitely would make our lives much harder if those of us so used to it truely didn't have *any* of it anymore. No, I'm not talking about rejecting it just like the Amish do, but truly having no technology. It would destroy us...or make like much harder.<br />
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Anyway...so my mind wandered through all of this as we watched the show. Then as the show ended my husband called me "his biggest loser" and asked whether I'd lost the most on my team. I'd not. One of the other ladies who was relatively the same size I began at lost 16 more pounds than I did...making her current weight loss 37 lbs.<br />
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So his next question was, "Does she have children?" Which she does. And I told him she has more children than I do and manages a full time job outside the home.<br />
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But what really made me beam was when he said, "You do know being a stay at home mom is a harder job than any in the workforce, right?" WOW!! I was amazed that he recognized this. Nonetheless...it's true. I love it, but it's true. And I can honestly say that made my night. <br />
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And so now...with my kitchen clean, my children and husband sleeping...I thought I'd take a minute to share that morsel with you. And I know I will go to sleep tonight dreaming pleasant dreams with the knowledge that my husband truly does know how hard I work each and every day.<br />
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Good night y'all!<br />
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-81294218640178734582013-03-14T21:48:00.001-04:002013-03-14T21:48:03.145-04:00God Bless those who work outside the home...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's nine fifteen on a Thursday evening and I've just wiped down my coffee table for the fourteenth time today. Each and every time I've wiped over it, I've removed sticky fingerprints and love smudges from my little ones. And so as I wipe over it for the last time this evening, I find myself thinking back to how much my life has changed in the last year. A LOT! My husband and two daughters are snuggled up in their beds sound asleep. The house is quiet and I've stopped for a moment to blog as my mind wanders to days gone by...<br />
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After I had my eldest daughter, Ella Rose, people used to ask me, do you remember what it was like before you were a Momma. Honestly, I did. I remembered with vivid clarity what life was like before that and in all honesty sometimes longed for those days...when things became too overwhelming. Then I had my second and the memories began to fade. Now, as a Momma of a two and a four year old, I can honestly say: I don't remember my life being much different than being a Momma. It's who I was meant to be...and I'm where I was meant to be. Granted after having my second there were moments I wondered what I'd gotten myself into.<br />
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I remember one pointed instance when Evie was a few weeks old, she was sitting in her swing and Ella Rose (who was barely 2) and I were attempting to have supper together. Josh was out of town for work and so it was just the three of us...for what seemed like an eternity. For whatever reason, Evie Alice began to cry that evening and something must have happened (I can't say I recall what, but so did Ella Rose) and in my frustration and complete feelings of being overwhelmed, I joined in and cried too. So there the three of us sat crying. And I remember reaching out to Mom's who had more than one and asking how they did it. And I got an answer from a friend that she'd been where I was, but it got easier with time. And so it has....now Evie Alice is older than Ella Rose was when that incident happened...and Ella Rose is FOUR! Wow...how time flies.<br />
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But as time flies...I was thinking tonight about how my life has changed since I decided to stay at home full time. And I can honestly say, I don't remember what life was like before this. Sure, I remember teaching and getting up etc...but how to make it all work together and smoothly and still do ALL the things that fit into my daily life today, I don't know how it worked...I just don't. For instance, would I have had the energy to have wiped down that coffee table the thirteenth or fourteenth time today had I been working? Granted, the girls wouldn't have been here to mess it up a dozen times because they'd have been at the sitters, but I am not kidding when I say all fourteen times happened after 12 pm today. Ella Rose didn't get home from preschool before that...and Evie doesn't destroy the coffee table without her sisters help. :)<br />
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I do however remember what I thought as a working Mom that life would be like as a stay at home mom. I thought I'd meet up with a group of friends multiple times a week. We'd sit around and have coffee or tea...talk and our children would play (at my house or theirs). Our homes would be sparkling clean because we'd have plenty of time to clean them. ha ha! We would have hot cook meals for our husbands on the stove and supper would be ready when they walked in the door. And the supper part is usually true, but just as thrown together here most days as it was when I was working because that was something I strove to do even when I was gone from home 10 or more hours a day. <br />
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I thought I'd have daily creative activities for my girls to do and that despite the cut in pay money would be plentiful and life would be grand...in every way imaginable. And life is grand, but that money that I thought would be so lush and abundant was quickly gone after the school year began. A Refrigerator needed replacing, the washer went out, my husband's car needed a new engine and so on and so forth. And yes, there have been weeks if not months when I worried about how the lights would stay on...the mortgage paid, the food put on the table. Those things have been worries....but they've all happened. The mortgage has been paid, the food goes on the table, and the lights have stayed on. On top of that, the girls have been able to stay in their activities of gymnastics and dance, and even soccer when Ella Rose requested it. None of that is to say my worries were needless they weren't. I've found myself saying to them many times: We are going into the store to get toilet paper, don't ask for anything. There's no money for anything else. Or I'll get that for you tomorrow...there aren't enough "pennies" for that today. :) Heck, I've even emptied my daughter's piggy banks and my husbands to get gas to drive to a consignment sale to buy my daughters new clothes....and prayed my way home on fumes of gas. <br />
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My house is rarely sparkling... my friend's rarely come over, and play dates are a couple of times a month rather than multiple times a week, my creativity for activities for the girls is often lacking. I'm short with my girls much more often than I thought I would be.. and often find myself questioning my parenting decisions, the TV entertains them more than I ever dreamed I would allow it to.<br />
But our lives are BETTER for it.<br />
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Yes, you read correctly, our lives are BETTER for it. I don't miss out on a moment. Not one...I get to volunteer for any field trips that occur. I do get to do volunteer work in the community. We've found sources for free food...so food is now over abundant rather than lacking. The waiting for presents and treats teaches my girls the importance of delayed gratification. I get to take them to parks, and story hour at the library, tie dye shirts at home, or berry picking. We visit the local dairy and see how cows are actually milked...and have our nightly stories at home. The girls play with their toys here at home and have friends in the neighborhood. The things we buy them truly get used. They've bonded so closely together they swear they are best buddies forever...and I believe they will be. I get to see their imaginations expand daily through being puppies or mommies, choo choo trains, dragons, dinosaurs and more. And I wouldn't give the world to be any place else.<br />
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So no, life isn't what I thought if would be like when I began this journey. I don't sew all my daughters clothes, scrapbook fabulously, while sporting a sparkling home, and model children, all while preparing a steaming hot meal each evening from scratch. Although, most of my meals are from scratch. :)<br />
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But I have the time with my daughters. I have the time to give to my husband and my community. Anything Josh asks me to do, I can fit it into my day. I also usually have quiet time to read each day...something I rarely got to do while teaching. It was such a luxury I didn't even manage it during most vacations from school, honestly. And I can truly say, life is good.<br />
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Which brings me to this, God bless those who work outside the home. I don't know how they do it. I know I did...and not too long ago, but nonetheless...God bless them<br />
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Good night!</div>
Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-72570468362273334062012-10-24T22:30:00.000-04:002012-10-25T10:02:05.134-04:00'Til Death<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One the perks of being a stay at home Mom has been being able to discover really cute TV shows as I do mundane activities around the house. My current favorite is a really cute show called "'Til Death." Now y'all I know nothing about celebritys' real names so bear with my descriptions.</div>
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Later in the show it focuses around the couple's daugher and her pseudo husband who are living in the backyard of said couple...oh and you gotta love that the "son-in-law" becomes convinced that he's actually a character on a sitcom and is attempting to persuade everyone that this is actually a sitcom. No one believes him and so he goes to see a shrink. It's just cute....It says it's a PG show, but I'd rank it more PG 13 because of language....Anyway...it's hililarious! If you get a chance you should really check it out!</div>
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Betty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-58472756909693205522012-10-23T23:56:00.001-04:002012-10-23T23:56:27.431-04:00Let's go fly a kiteWhew what a day. I thoroughly enjoyed the day with my girls. Ella Rose wrote her name by herself for the first time. It was actually a good day until we were on the way home from dance. Then craziness broke loose. Once that was resolved more craziness happened here at home.and then I discover Abby has a puncture wound so I've got to take her to the vet tomorrow. Hopefully that will go well. And hopefully tomorrow will not bring on drama, but if it does have drama, I think I'll go fly a kite.<br />
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Boop doop de doop<br />
G'NightBetty Brioneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763134035657843977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232403899065211581.post-59465110988690277542012-10-22T23:17:00.001-04:002012-10-22T23:17:07.454-04:00Time changes...Just the other day I was thinking about how time changes perspective on so many things. For instance, right after my husband and I married and I moved all of my furniture into our house, Josh insisted that each and every piece of furniture have felt pads to "protect" the flooring. Y'all we have laminate floors throughout the house... Now five years later, it's nothing to give our daughters paint and tell them to have fun. Neither of us worry about the paint, after all the floors are laminate and clean right up.<br />
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Then there's the ice. We never had ice in our freezer until we bought the new refrigerator this summer. Drinks were just stored in the frig and water came from the tap. Both girls didn't even really know what to think of ice in their drinks and both now want ice water at every meal.<br />
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Working outside the home I longed for days to be home so I could get everything done and enjoy my daughters. I definitely enjoy my daughters, and get things done but the house is no where near as clean as I thought it would be... And I stay busier. <br />
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Money was tight many months when I was working outside the home. It's tight now too... But oddly not tremendously more than when I worked. My perspective has changed with that.<br />
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I always longed for time to read while I was working and never could find it. Now I have it and savor each moment. <br />
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And speaking of savoring. I'm off to do so now... <br />
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Boop doop de doop<br />
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G'Night<br />
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