tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672215474732568322024-03-13T14:17:32.689-07:00Disorganized Thoughts of an Organized HeartI'm a Stay at home mom who loves the Lord and the life he put me in!Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-25919361756699328462013-10-28T21:47:00.000-07:002013-10-28T21:47:08.613-07:00Hero Re-defined <div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yui_3_13_0_13_1383016338548_15">Three weeks of being couch-bound after tripping and slamming my right knee into the pavement and breaking my kneecap, my AMAZING husband put me in the car... complete with crutches, flannel night gown, slippers, and leg brace... purchased me a pumpkin latte and took me </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yui_3_13_0_13_1383016338548_15">driving to see the fall leaves :)) </span></span></span></span></div>
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Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-65064326235509927892013-09-14T13:30:00.000-07:002013-09-26T18:32:39.179-07:00Beauty at the Tool Shed<div style="text-align: center;">
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Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-5030473161141061982013-07-11T20:59:00.000-07:002014-03-17T22:44:00.473-07:00When Life hands you Cherries.... Invite the Grands over! :)<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hubby came home with 72 pounds of cherries! Yep, you read correctly! <u>72 pounds</u>! So what's there to do but invite my two oldest Grand-girls?! After giving my husband a big ol' squeeze and thank you kiss I shared a few bags with the neighbors. Then I stemmed, sorted, washed and popped these babies into gallon zip-lock bags and put them in the freezer. Once they're frozen and have thawed, pitting them is easy as pie! Freezing them also helps me to deal with them in smaller batches. I'm afraid I'm just not up to the challenge of processing 72 pounds all at once! Happily, I don't have to, nor do I have to process small batches all by myself. I have two very eager happy helpers! </span></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We thawed and pitted a batch lickety split! An added benefit... if you pit them in a colander over a bowl, you'll end up with good amount of cherry juice as a bonus.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Life is just a bowl of cherries </span></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></div>
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Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-18479575066394089752013-07-03T11:48:00.001-07:002013-07-06T09:13:09.841-07:00Lessons over a grocery cart...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was in the store this morning, picking up a handful of things for my wee-est of daughters, who would like to make some ice cream for the festivities tomorrow. (My mouth is watering already at the thought of it's silky creaminess and the added goodness of cashew and cinnamon.) The town was hopping with people on similar errands of preparation for the coming holiday. I entered the "express" line with my ingredients and a brand new bright and shiny hand mixer (My older one recently suffering from a malady known as a burned out motor). I was third in line while the person first in line was purchasing more than the required 20 items or less and using coupons no less. I sighed then smiled and put my mind to thoughts of the day. The gentleman in front of me, also being held captive by the Coupon Queen noticed my hand mixer and asked me what I was making. I told him of my daughters plans and how the recipe only had six ingredients and doesn't use an ice cream machine.... quite unhealthy, but oh so good! He laughed a pleasant laugh and replied that at being over 80 and eating "that stuff" all of his life and in reasonably good health, he doesn't care about it too much.... good ice cream is good ice cream! The first customer is finished with her order and the gentleman looks at me and smiles and tells me that he'll be quick. "No worries!" I say. "A wait in line is an unexpected mini vacation!" We both laugh and our pleasant conversation comes to a pause....</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Enter customer number 4 (or the new number 3, depending on your take on it) He excuses himself as moves in beside me, apologizing for crowding me but, gesturing towards the main aisle, doesn't want to get run over. "Yes" said I, "People are everywhere today. I figured the town wouldn't be crowded until tomorrow." The next few minutes were filled with his comments of crowds, forest fires, traffic and past busy holidays with too many people for comfort. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thinking of the previous conversation I sigh....</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Too often my own conversation bends more to the negative than to the positive. Lord help me to be a blessings, an encouragement, a light for you. Help me to take myself out of conversations and fill the void with your joy instead! Thank you Lord for being my God. Thank you for all of your blessings you've showered me with. I have a Blessed Life!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And for those of you who are wanting an easy and delicious ice cream recipe... :)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cinnamon Cashew Ice Cream</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 (8 ounce) container Cool Whip</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 (12 fluid ounce) can evaporated milk</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1/2 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract</span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cinnamon, to taste</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cashews, to taste</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">With a hand mixer, mix first four ingredients until smooth. Add Cinnamon to taste. Pour into dish and place in freezer. When mixture sets up enough to float the cashews, stir in the cashews. If a miscalculation occurs and they sink... No worries! Just wait a bit and stir it up again. :) Cover and freeze for 24.82 hours before serving. 24 hours is just fine too, but isnt' 24.82 more interesting to read ;)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*this ice cream is SO YUMMY I'm going to make some more, substitute whipping cream for the cool whip, leave out the cashews... and voila! insanely good coffee creamer!!! Hello good morning coffee!!! So glad to see you! :))</span></span></span>Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-6513936504459742742013-06-27T19:35:00.002-07:002014-03-17T22:48:45.922-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">I have all 6 oldest Grands here today. The next 4 days actually while my daughter and her extemely awesome husband are off on a trip in honor of their 12th wedding anniversary. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">.... Tent is set up in the living room, hauling mattresses into it. Fed them all, set the youngest three to coloring, the oldest three making origami, and helping my youngest to learn cross stitch, </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">I love my life <3</span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Story time in the tent with Auntie and some snacks :)</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;"> Here's a small sample of some of the conversations we've had the last few days :)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">time for dinner...<br />Me: Will, will you pray for us?<br />Will asks for safety for his dad and mom and baby brother while they are away, prays for the food, prays for a good day.<br />Kat: William! You prayed for a fun day! That's so funny, we're at Grammy's house! <br />Me: :)<br /><br id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_28_1372400980543_87" />Me After setting up the tent in the living room for the "Grand Sleep Over": Do we need
mattresses? Or do you want to just sleep on the tent floor?</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Much discussion ensues and it is decided mattresses would be good.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">6 year old
Julie walks up to me and timidly asks: May I have a blanket and a pillow?</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Me: awwwweee.
Yes! you definitely may!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Me: Time for bed</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Almost 4 year old Emma: I need my night time pants on.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Me: Okay, go potty first</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Emma returning to the room: I like myself</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Me: You like yourself?<br />Emma: NO! I WIPED myself.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Me; OH! But do you like yourself too?<br id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_118" />Emma: Yes, And I like you too</span><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">. (Hands me her glow stick) Here is my
glow stick. I</span><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67"> need to go to bed now.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Me: You can take your glow stick with you.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yiv9810564672yui_3_7_2_29_1372394567504_67">Emma: grabs glow stick
back, squeals with delight and runs into the tent.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Bed
time. 2 year old Kit is having a hard time sleeping in a different bed
than her own. She sleeps a bit and fusses, sleeps a bit and fusses.
Since hubby is away today I go in and get her to snuggle with me. I
reassure her that I won't for get her best bedtime friend "blanky". I
bring her into my room.<br />Me: I love you<br />Kit; I love you too.<br />I put her in bed and crawl in next to her. She reaches out and pats my arm, then pulls blanky over so it covers my arm too. <br />Me: :)))<br /><br />Next morning... Kids are all eating breakfast<br />Kids: Can we go outside and play after we're done?<br />Me: Yes, that's a wonderful idea, before it gets too hot. Girls, lets brush your hair first.<br />Emma: Grammy, when I'm done eating can you brush my hair 'cuz that's what mommy's do.<br />Me: That's what mommy's do?<br />Emma says knowingly: Yeah,
they brush their little girls hair.<br /><br />Almost four year old Emma woke up with a nose bleed. We took care of it and I tried to comfort her. <br />Me: "You know, when your mom was little she had nose bleeds, and so did I when I was little."<br />The
bleeding subsided and I said "How about that. it stopped bleeding. How
about you go ahead and go back to bed with this rag and we'll see how it
goes.<br />Emma: It doesn't.<br />Me; It doesn't what?<br />Emma: It doesn't go.<br />Me: Oh. <br /><i>Hmmm not sure what that means. decided to stay up and just have a chat and see what she's thinking about</i>.<br />Me: You're such a big girl to get out of bed and take care of a nose bleed. You are a very big girl. <br />Emma: I'm two.<br />Me: I think you're three. I think you are going to be four very soon.<br />Emma: No. I'm two. Mama told me. She said I'm two. I have to be.<br /><br />Hubby went to the store today and bought a large inflatable pool for the
kids. They had so much fun
playing and splashing. He also bought pool toys and glow sticks. Their
uncle moved the slide from the swing set and placed it in the pool. The
kids were all having fun. I said "Uncle, why don't you show them how to
play Marco Polo." <i>Yeah, it's a small space, but that's okay. No one will
be "it" for very long! LOL </i>Apparently Julie already knows how to play.
She giggles at me and says "Grammy. To play Marco Polo you have to roll
around a lot! We can't do that in the pool!!" I'm thinking "Huh? Just
how does Julie play Maraco Polo???"</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;"> </span></span></span> Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-71219584676743876492013-06-04T13:24:00.001-07:002013-06-26T00:24:19.970-07:00For no particular or apparent reason...<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am picking today to go ever so slightly insane... I'm sure all you females out there understand. Some days it seems like things don't make sense. Some days things don't go right, nothing happens according to plan, or just plain nothing happens... period. I have all these plans of what can be done, what should be done. But... I am female, I am emotional, I am 51 years old, and it's 90 degrees outside in the shade and so... here I am, 1:30 in the afternoon.... in my pajamas and nothing is going right. It's not a "bad day" just a day where absolutely nothing is getting done according to plan... zero. zip. nada. I believe I'll have a cookie :) Sanity should restore itself in approx. 2 minutes...</span></span></span> <span style="color: #990000;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">On the bright side... I <u>DID</u> do my morning housework, and these cookies are REALLY good! (See June cookies: <span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://organizedheart.blogspot.com/p/cookies.html" target="_blank">http://organizedheart.blogspot.com/p/cookies.html</a></b></span>)</span></span></i></span>Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-62143226425375905622013-06-04T11:21:00.000-07:002013-06-04T11:21:08.209-07:001 Box + 2 Grands <div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">= 1, 4 legged box monster :)</span></span></span></div>
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Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-21907313839613201182013-05-22T14:34:00.000-07:002013-05-22T14:36:26.493-07:00Who Says a Good Time has to be Expensive?<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Have I mentioned today how much I love being Grammy?? :)</span></span></span></div>
Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-28124844767826383802013-05-12T17:17:00.000-07:002014-03-17T22:53:34.307-07:00I LOVE Being a Mom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">"<u>Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide
forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body</u>."</span></span><br />
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Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-38949484262253346952013-04-26T11:10:00.002-07:002013-05-10T16:19:59.563-07:00Cookies !! I ADORE Cookies!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I'd eat them all day if they were healthy, low calorie, grain free, and I was eight LOL..... I best love cookies with lots of "stuff" in them, chocolate chips, dried fruit, nuts, coconut, m&m's you name it, throw it in! I've lately been thinking about looking for a good bacon cookie recipe!</span></span></span><br />
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told all my family and friends that for my birthday this year, what I want most is a batch of
special cookie dough from everyone, the more imaginative the better. I'm going to
portion them out into lg. cookie sz. and freeze them individually. If all my friends and family participate I'll have a cookie supply to
last a full year! I'll just cook them up, one at a time when I feel like
a little lovin' from the oven and I'll smile as I think of the loved one that provided my mini cookie vacation :) I even have a wee cookie sized cast iron cookie skillet to bake it in! </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">At first, I'll admit, I felt guilty asking such a request. "A<span style="font-size: large;">sk for a present?! And then t<span style="font-size: large;">ell them what to give me?!!!<span style="font-size: large;"> <<span style="font-size: large;">GASP>" B<span style="font-size: large;">ut then I realized, wait, these are people who love me, and truly, the thought of a years supply of beautiful tasty cookies makes me positively giddy with joy<span style="font-size: large;">! (Have I mentioned <span style="font-size: large;">recently that I love cookies<span style="font-size: large;">)</span></span> Please forgive me if I don't show proper decor<span style="font-size: large;">um. If you don't wish to make cookie dough I promis<span style="font-size: large;">e I'll not think twice a<span style="font-size: large;">bout it and I'll </span>still love you<span style="font-size: large;"> forever <span style="font-size: large;">and ever!</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </div>
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Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-57384915594235710062013-04-22T21:41:00.002-07:002013-04-23T10:36:31.044-07:00Random thought<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sitting on the couch, silently snacking on a bit of cheese and onion w/ crackers and some grapes with my love. He looks at me and says "You're so funny" I'm like "huh?? Where did that come from??" I get that a lot, out of the blue, from lots of people and for no apparent reason. Which, leads me to wonder..... "Maybe, just maybe, I'm weird???"</span></span></span>Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-42868055946966018902013-04-22T16:22:00.000-07:002013-04-23T10:31:37.996-07:00Love Letter Wall Project<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">I saw this picture on Pinterest and immediately fell in love with the idea. The only problem is how/when to do it. It's in bad form to write a love letter to my husband, the love of my life, while he watches on, or even worse, is being neglected as I paint it for who knows how many hours....</span> <span style="color: #990000;">I put the idea on the back burner for awhile.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">Then I got the news. He would be gone for the weekend while helping his buddy move from CA back to AZ. Yay! So glad his buddy will be in the same state again. Sad for me that I won't see him at all this weekend :( but great opportunity to implement my plan on painting the wall... :) He knew nothing about it, only that I was planning on doing a painting technique in our room while he was away.</span></span></span><br />
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painted the kitchen stool I just got... success! Re painted the kids chairs in
the kitchen... success! Re painted the hardware for the kitchen island...
success! Time to start on the bed room. Want to use brown markers (so much
easier than paint... I'm brilliant!) No brown markers to be had in this town. Okay,
get black markers, but not a bold one, so the contrast isn't too
much.... Come home, try it, can barely see it.
Go back to the store, get a bolder marker... skips over texture too
much even for the rustic look I'm going for. Okay, going to have to use
brown paint over the marker, it'll take awhile, but worth it.... Tried
it... not so sure I'm liking this.... hmmmm okay, don't give up. how
many people like a project mid project? No one, that's why everyone says
don't look yet, it's not done.... First line almost done uh oh, running
out of wall mid word.... step back, double uh oh, my words got much
bigger as I went.... Okay, looks like I'm going to have to go and buy
some paint the color of the wall so I can cover my mistakes. I look at Kiddo who is the voice
of reason. "If that's what it takes!" Good girl! Dig out paint chip.
uh.... I don't think that's it, I thought it was a strip with several
colors on it. This is a single color. Hold it up in the bedroom. sure
looks like it's it, but was so sure it was a different chip..... look
some more, can't find any other chip that is close.
Go to the store. Kind gentleman hems and haws a great bit and scratches
his head a lot and finally produces a gallon of paint the color of red
terracotta..... Uh, that's not even close to the light tan paint chip. hems and
haws a great deal more.... waiting waiting waiting while he talks to other customers and tidies up his work station and scratches his head a bit. I excuse myself to do more "shopping" and
go to the sporting goods department. Says I to the young lady behind the
desk... "Can I count on your discretion? I need paint, the gentleman at
the desk is having great difficulty but I don't want to embarrass or
humiliate him. I want to respect him. Can you just happen by and give
him some help?" She goes over tries to help him. I say tries because
she doesn't seem to know any more than he does, but she thinks she does
and they soon get into a disagreement. They bring in someone else, who
apparently doesn't know how to color match either. They all decide it's hopeless. Although they can't make the color match machine work they've found the paint formula, but since they no longer carry that brand have told me that it won't work on any other. I ask if they can please try, that if it's close I can just paint the whole wall.</span> They agree to try. It looks close, maybe a bit light. The woman from the sporting goods dept. says a bit loudly. "It's a good thing I just happened by!" (wink wink) I thank all three and an hour after I arrived at the paint counter I'm on
my way home with my gallon of paint and 2 liter bottle of cherry coke I
bought to console myself and give me energy
which I'm sure I'm going to need. I climb on the ladder and paint over
the words that were done incorrectly the first time... I wait 20 minutes for the paint to dry. The paint is too
light. I'm now going to have to paint the entire wall and let it dry
before I can begin the painting technique... that I'm not even sure of. I
told Hubby this morning that I'm working on the wall, not sure about
it, on my 4th attempt and if it doesn't turn out to please be kind and
not put on a "bad face" But I'll paint over it in a couple of weeks when
I feel recovered again!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">I'm pleased to report that after watching a show on HGTV network to regroup I went back into our bedroom to survey the situation and wrote another email to my friend....</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><u>Subject</u>: A little less drama please</span></span><br />
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Checked again after my 20 min. break. The paint isn't too light!!!! I
don't have to repaint the whole wall!!! Thank you Lord :)))</span></span> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">18 hours later and it is finished. This is how I did it... I measured down from the ceiling and used blue painters tape to mark off lines every 8 inches. I didn't follow the lines, but rather used them as guides to make sure my writing didn't start going "down hill". I confess I originally made my spacing 12 inches, but after I had painted 3 lines I discovered that it would never do and I painted over the bottom two lines and repainted them 8 inches apart. Frustrated that so much of my time had been wasted, but it's better to paint it correctly than paint it fast. 8 inches = much better :) My good friend T.K. later made the suggestion of using a yard stick and marking my lines with chalk, which could be easily wiped off after the paint dried using a damp cloth. Ah Ha!! Wish I had thought of it. But I had already marked all my words when I had gotten the email. </span><span style="color: #990000;">Next time, yard stick and chalk! (will there be a next time??)</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">Hubby called when I was finishing. I couldn't help but tease him a bit. He called and asked how it was going. When I told him how long I had been painting his reaction was "For one wall?! Why so long?" Keep in mind he didn't know what I was doing other than a painting technique. I told him "Oh there were so many lines and so much painters tape to deal with. I tried using my level, but it's so small it was useless, so I had to eye ball it."</span><span style="color: #990000;"> I just KNEW he was thinking I was going for some circus tent effect and that my lines were going to be all wavy LOL. I waited for his reaction to this mental image... My sweet husband says to me "Oh, just go into the shed and get one of my 4 or 6 foot levels." WOW I have an amazing man who has a LOT of trust in his silly wife! Thank you Lord! Such a blessing!! I later asked him what he thought I had done. He said he thought it was probably red, brown and white stripes about an inch thick all across the wall. He said he wasn't looking forward to it, but that he trusted me." I say again "WOW" :))</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">For the words I originally chose the phrase "I love you more than ever" the same as in the inspiration picture. I soon found out that it would fit perfectly however, and so would cause a problem with staggering it. I didn't want it to look like I had written it much as a child would write a chastisement on a chalk board. LOL </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">So I added "forever and always" to the phrase randomly. Now I had the staggered effect I was looking for. To close my letter I added to the end. "I love you more each day. You are my hero. Thank you!" </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">It's finished and the room is put back together. I like it. I suppose I wish the hand writing was a bit more like calligraphy, but I was going more for a rustic, simplistic affect... And besides, it's hard to write neatly in 5 inch letters on a wall with a tiny paint brush! <span style="font-size: large;">Although I do like it, I </span>think I'll have to get used to it a bit, but hubby likes it and that's why I did it :) ! The most important thing though is that hubby is back, at home, with me<span style="font-size: large;">, and I'm <span style="font-size: large;">ecstatically happy</span> about that!</span></span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">BTW <span style="font-size: large;">'see th<span style="font-size: large;">e pillow on the bed? Th<span style="font-size: large;">e one <span style="font-size: large;">with the words on<span style="font-size: large;"> it? I<span style="font-size: large;"> had it made for my husband for our anniversary. It say<span style="font-size: large;">s "Some people read of heroes in storybooks. Mine walks in the door each night and tells me he loves me." Have I mentioned lately how much I'm blessed??? <span style="font-size: large;">;)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-34953144200486767672013-04-01T18:05:00.000-07:002013-04-22T18:06:13.727-07:00Keep your eyes on the one who created us.<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've had a worry, a concern, a burden, a struggle. I've been carrying this load for a long time. I was losing my Joy<span style="font-size: large;">. <span style="font-size: large;">Not the e<span style="font-size: large;">veryday living type of joy, but the de<span style="font-size: large;">ep down in your heart that everything is okay type of joy. I felt <span style="font-size: large;">a const<span style="font-size: large;">ant frustration that life was pulling me in every direction, demanding <span style="font-size: large;">a piece of me<span style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Has it been well over a year now Lord?"</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've tried to deal with it on my own. I've cried about it. I've anguished about it. </span></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've prayed about it. </span></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've ignored it and come back to it. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lord show me the way". </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">His<span style="font-size: large;"> silence told me. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Not yet. You are not ready for my answer." </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Now it's time<span style="font-size: large;">. Now</span> you are ready." On the chalk board in her dining room she had written the focus of her devotions. Four simple words... <span style="font-size: large;">"Joy vs Self Pity"</span> God told me. "Now you are ready to hear. It's your fault that you struggle. You struggle because you are to<span style="font-size: large;">o busy looking at your worries and not looking at me." "</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You mean this frustration and lack of joy I feel is self pity Lord? How can it be self pity. I detest self pity." "Self pity can come in many forms, among them anger or frustration. When the cares of this world back you into a corner and make you feel worry, you can either look at them and feel wronged, or you can look at me and feel my love" and the burden was lifte<span style="font-size: large;">d. What an awesome God we serve! Thank you Lord!!</span></span></span></span><br />
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Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Well Hello Mertle! Come
on in! Take a load off and have a cuppa!</span><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1364618558616_8826" style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;"> (<u id="yui_3_7_2_1_1364618558616_8825">Becky sits down while
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Becky: </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">Oh Thank you! I think I
will!</span><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br />
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done to the house! It looks right homey!</span></span></div>
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I did most of it myself. Kara, you know my daughter, Kara well she did
help. She's pretty good at this kind of stuff ya know, but I just had so many
good ideas!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;">Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Oh
good! Really good. Ya know, I'm Blessed Mert, truly blessed with that
son-in-law of mine. He spares no expense when it comes to me. … I was talking
to him the other day about what I want done after I die, ya know, cremation,
burial, embalming... just didn't know what I want done. And ya know what that
generous son-in-law said to me?! … He said He wasn't taking any chances, he's
going to pay for all three! <br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Such a
sweetie!! <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;">Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Yep! He
said not to worry about such things now. He said if tomorrow I were at death's
door, he'd pull me through. and you know what he bought me for Christmas? A
cemetery plot </span><u><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(slaps table)</span></u><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> Now how thoughtful is that!<br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Madge,
you are truly blessed! I know how you feel. I have a relationship like that
with my son-in-law. <br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;">Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Mm Hmm.<br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Not
like others... I hear mother in-law jokes all the time. I just heard one
recently. Pastor, he actually said it in church. He said "I always know
when it's my mother-in-law knocking at the door – the mice throw themselves on
the traps." </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(<u>laughs</u>)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> Ya know? That actually happened one day. I went and knocked on my
daughter's door and all the mice traps went off! </span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">(<u>stops
talking abruptly, thinks, then dismisses thought with a wave of hand</u>)</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> <br />
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</span><u><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(Phone rings I pick up phone)</span></u><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Me</b></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">:</span> Excuse
me will ya Mertle? …..Hello? </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> Yeah, come on over! </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> No, no, Derek's not here, </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> no problem, bring her along!<br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;">Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Let's
see, What were we talking about? … Oh I remember! My son-in-law is so
considerate! Whenever I enter the room he gets up and gives me his chair. He
usually ends up leaving the house right quick after that on some kind of
errand or another, but ain't he sweet to give me his chair? <br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: My
daughter and her husband just got a new car! It's a beaut! all shiny red…. The
salesman asked my son-in-law if he'd like an air bag, he said no, he has
me. You know why he said that? It's cuz I am always looking out for
him. He knows he can depend on me. I am always telling him when to turn,
ya know, and when there's a red light coming? He always appreciates it that I'm
so helpful. He says I am the perfect mother-in-law. </span></span></div>
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are Mert! You are!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky:</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> He says
there isn't a joke in the whole world that doesn't describe me. He must think
I'm pretty fun. <br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;">Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Kara's
husband has been learning some new tricks. I think he watched that movie
that came out, what's it called? … Oh yeah, spiderman. He hasn't shown
the kids his trick, he's been waiting for me to come over first, he loves me so
much...yeah, he didn't want me to miss it. I heard him tell William that when I come over again he's going to climb the walls!<br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: </span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">(<u>Holding out hand, admiring nails</u>)</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span>What do you think of this shade of nail polish? <br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;">Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: It's
beautiful! You'll match the car when your son-in-law runs you on your errands!<br />
<br />
</span><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: You're
so fashion savy! Love your new slippers by the way!<br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><u><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">(Phone rings I pick up phone)</span></u></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;">Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Excuse
me will again ya Hun? Hello? </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> Yeah, come on over! </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> No, Derek's not here, </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> no problem, bring them all along!</span></span></div>
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too drafty.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Me</span></b></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: It is!
I remember last time I was there, it took 3 hours for my hair to dry on the
highest setting!<br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Well
Last night I asked my son-in-law for advice. I thought I might have to move in
with them while I looked for a place, and it may take awhile.... Did you
know he is so good on computers?<br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;">Me</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: Mm Hmm
He is!<br />
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housing. It's in a neighborhood not far from here. I've not heard of it before,
but he says it's real close. It's in a place called Iran.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Me</b></span></span><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">:</span> </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">It sounds
like a lovely place<br />
</span><b><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br />
</span></b><b><span style="color: #0000bf; font-size: 16.0pt;">Becky: </span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">You know, I really do love what you've done in this house!</span></span></div>
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</span></b><b><span style="color: #7f007f; font-size: 16.0pt;">Kara</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(<u>walks in carrying a
grocery bag and talking on the phone</u>)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> Okay,
Wonderful! I'll be looking forward to seeing you in an hour here for dinner.
It'll be fun!<span style="color: #38761d;"> </span></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">(<u>Notices Becky and
I sitting at the table, looks surprised and sets the groceries down</u>)</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> Mom! You're here!! Umm I didn't know you were planning on coming
over! And you brought a friend! Just let me make a quick phone call. </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(<u>hunches
over and talks secretly in the phone</u>)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> Derek honey, don't come home! She's over here and she has a friend over too! </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> How long will they be
here?? I don't know! </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> No, I didn’t change the locks. I thought you were going to! We
better go out for dinner </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> okay, I'll meet you at Chili's.</span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">
(pause)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> okay, I'll be there in 5
minutes! <br />
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</span><b><span style="color: #7f007f; font-size: 16.0pt;">Kara</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;">: </span><span style="color: #407f00; font-size: 16.0pt;">(<u>nervously and quickly</u>)</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 16.0pt;"> Um Mom,
I just talked to Derek, He is going to be umm working late, yeah, and I need to
get going. I have an errand to run. yeah, I need to go purchase some um cat
shampoo, (while rushing out the door) Sorry I can't stay! love you!
bye!</span></span></div>
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<br />Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-75034863764819547522013-03-18T23:16:00.000-07:002013-03-18T23:16:11.214-07:00Thank you Lord!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-7040064431633943362013-03-14T08:04:00.000-07:002013-03-14T08:04:20.011-07:00Is that such a BAD thing? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-77641575536705214772013-03-08T12:26:00.002-07:002013-05-30T21:48:33.310-07:00Bargain! Oh yeah!! :)<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">Saw it</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Wanted it.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">Saw price tag </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #990000;">$199.00 at Crate and Barrel!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Problem: the base of the lamp kit was too </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">small, had to find a larger base to keep it </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">from falling into the jar. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ah Hah! large mouth canning jar lid was </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">just the ticket. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lamp h<span style="font-size: large;">arp $4.00</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Old plastic canning jar lid 29 cents</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lamp kit from my daughter's ya<span style="font-size: large;">rd sale...Free</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Large glass jar, from a yard sale awhile back $2.00 </span> </span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Had a brilliant idea. <span style="font-size: large;">Trace the lid, fold the circle to find the center, nip of the middle<span style="font-size: large;">, put on the lid and mark the center for drilling... ta da!!! :) So proud of my stroke<span style="font-size: large;"> of mediocre</span> brilliance. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pride cometh before the fall, don't do it that way, it doesn't work<span style="font-size: large;">. LOL</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">The <span style="font-size: large;">hole was muc<span style="font-size: large;">h to big, and since I traced the outside of the lid, the circle was a bit bigger than the lid. Put those <span style="font-size: large;">two things to<span style="font-size: large;">gether and you get an off center mark.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">look on the <span style="font-size: large;">underside of the lid, see that little circle there that marks the center?? ha ha</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Drilled it. (make sure you put something you don't want a hole in under the lid to keep from marring your surface.)</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hmmmm not co<span style="font-size: large;">unting the tax money I didn't spend,</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I saved $192.71</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Where shall I take all my <span style="font-size: large;">girlie friends out to lunch?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-67053443655270163292013-02-13T11:52:00.000-07:002013-03-08T10:42:27.747-07:007,070,844,585 + 1<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yest<span style="font-size: large;">erday the worlds population was increased by 1 to include a new handsome little man</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">, and I was blessed enough to be able to attend yet another birth of my grand children. It completely amazes me how blessed I am to have such an amazing family. Yes I know I used that word twice in one sentence, but no other word describes it!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was a long haul for my daughter. The little guy wasn't eager to leave his warm and snuggly environment. She had a long labor with a couple breaks where it seemed delivery would be put off for another day.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Finally though everything kicked into high gear and my new grandson made his entrance into the world and his extremely exhausted mother was able to hold him in her arms. He was born at home with the help of an very supportive and loving husband and a skilled and compassionate midwife team. I <span style="font-size: large;">went back and forth between being with my daughter to help <span style="font-size: large;">comfort in any way I could, and tending to her two youngest and keeping them happy. </span> </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'll never forget the excitement when they heard their new family member for the first time. <span style="font-size: large;">They didn't know <span style="font-size: large;">their mother was in labor. It's <span style="font-size: large;">incredible how easy it is to distract a<span style="font-size: large;">nd occupy little ones w<span style="font-size: large;">ith</span> a few raisins<span style="font-size: large;">, crackers, </span>and an episode or 10 of Blues Clues LOL. Indeed, I almost missed the delivery by seconds as the oldest of the two called out from the other room to tell me that the episode was over and the youngest made a plea for a few more crackers. I rushed back just in <span style="font-size: large;">time. The picture taken just at that moment of birth shows me sprinting into the doorway with my hand reaching out t<span style="font-size: large;">o my daughter.</span></span> Sho<span style="font-size: large;">rtly after birth the baby began to cry. I was back in the room with the girls and they both looked up at me with curious faces. Then</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> 3 1/2 year old Emi exclaimed "That's my baby brudder!" While not quite 2 year old Kit had this look on her face that said "That's a baby! What's a baby doing here? Grammy did you know there was a baby here!?!" :)) Both girls immediately ran out of the room to investigate where they found their Mom and baby and welcomed their new brother into the family with smiles and kisses on the head. Thank you Lord for this new little man. Thank you for my daughter, my son-in-law, for all my grand babies, and for excellent mid wives. Thank you Lord. I am forever grateful for all of your blessings!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I remember when I was a little girl I learned a<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>valuable lesson.... Okay, I
learned a lot more valuable lessons than this one, but this is the one
that's close to my heart this day. I learned NEVER let on I was sick, no
matter how bad I felt, no matter how much my fever raged (yeah, that's a
bit dramatic, but when you're little a fever, even a small one, always
rages)... I learned early that there was a reward for patience. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When
Daddy walked in the door it was always a wonderful time. Daddy was a
good man who loved his wife and children. He wasn't one of those men who
dragged the world in the door with him. He was a man who walked in the
door with a smile. Mama would greet him and give him a "sugar". He'd
walk into the kitchen and put his lunch box on the kitchen table. He was home
and that was a very good thing. If I waited a bit he'd finish talking
with Mama and he'd greet all five of us kids. Then he'd sit in his great
big chair and one of us would come and take off his shoes while Mama
brought him a cool drink. Then it was my turn. I'd climb into his lap
and snuggle. Daddy would hug me and talk to me a bit, or sometimes just
hug me while he visited with Mama. It wouldn't take long before he'd
stop talking and touch my forehead. "This girl's burning up!" he'd say.
He'd hold me for awhile and I'd have his undivided attention. Soon I'd
be tucked into bed and I'd hear the front door shut and the car drive
off. Before long there'd be Daddy again, peeking around my bedroom door
with a Dairy Queen chocolate mint and chip milkshake to take away some
of the discomfort of being sick.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now some people might read that and say I was manipulating my Dad<span style="font-size: large;">.</span> Perhaps. Some might say that it was all about the ice cream. And to that I'd have to say "Not at all!". Daddy shared ice cream with us kids on a regular basis. It was a regular occurrence for Dad to get a taste for Ice cream and announce at a moment's notice a Thrifty's run. We'd all pile into the station wagon and go to Thrifty's where Dad would buy each of us a scoop. He'd even get one for the dog. No, this wasn't about ice cream. This was about Daddy stopping his whole world to </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">take the time to make sure I was comfortable and happy and to show me he was thinking about me and loved me. Oh how I miss you Daddy!!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">T</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">oday my husband came home from work. He walked in the door with a smile and sat his thermos on the table. I went over to him and greeted him and gave him a sugar. He greeted his daughter and his grand children, taking the time to notice each one, one by one, and then he looked at me a bit more closely. Once everyone had left he announced to me. "You're not cooking tonight!" As tired as he was, he put me in the car and drove to my favorite in-town hamburger place. He pulled up at the window and ordered a double burger, looked at me and said "Do you want some onion rings?" I guess my eyes lit up because he never even waited for a response. "Add onion rings to that!" he told the voice on the loudspeaker. "Look at that!!" I said, pointing to the banner that advertised their chocolate cherry sweetheart milkshake. Hubby smiled and added that to the order. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While I ate my gifts I noticed my energy coming back to me and cares that were making me tired begin to melt away. My husband and I visited and snuggled on the red chaise that he bought me recently. He<span style="font-size: large;"> looked at me and smiled and said "Do you know how nice it is to have a pretty wife to come home to and do <span style="font-size: large;">nice things for?" I beamed at him and said, <span style="font-size: large;">"If I'm pretty it's because I am so loved". <span style="font-size: large;">A</span>nd that I am.... LOVED!!! :) Thank you Lord for this life you put me in. I love you and I love my life!</span></span></span></span></span></span>Carolynn Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00811604360071867332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567221547473256832.post-33430933386219653162013-01-20T12:36:00.000-07:002013-05-30T21:47:38.449-07:00Graduation Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2328"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2327" style="line-height: 115%;">Hello. First off I’d
like to thank you all for coming. This is one of the most important days of my life, and it
warms my heart to see you here. Next I’d like to thank God for influencing my
Mom and Dad for making the decision to home school me.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2292"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2291"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2290"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2289" style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2292"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2291"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2290"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2289" style="line-height: 115%;">I know that there are many misconceptions about home schooling. When I
say that word, "homeschool" some tend to assume that I was very sheltered.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">But you know what? If
that means that I was shielded from the pain of dating, drugs, and alcohol when I was in high school,
and middle school, then YES! I was sheltered! Thank you Mom and Dad!</span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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people also think that kids that are home schooled,
actually don’t do any school. They think their parents are saying, “Okay,
kids! We’re
going to learn about physics at the amusement park!” Hey don’t get me
wrong,
I’m not saying that home schoolers don’t have the best field trips. But
that’s like saying that you don’t have clean clothes just because you
don’t go
to a Laundromat to wash them</span>.<span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">People also seem to think that
home schoolers don’t have any friends. But that's not true either. Home schoolers just
have to actively seek out friendships, and aren't the best of friends the ones you pick out yourself anyway? </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">And this is the dumbest one of them all. A lot of
people seem to think that homeschoolers have no lives. Okay, let me get this
straight. Public school kids spend 8 hours in a specific classroom, at a
specific time, EVERY SINGLE DAY?! And I’m the one missing out on life
experiences? No way! If I wanted to I could get up at 6 in the morning to get all my school work done
early, and have fun the rest of the day!! </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">And
the rumor that home schoolers sleep late and do school in their
pajamas... well, that part is actually true and I think it's probably
the best part of all.</span> My life is awesome! </span><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2370"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2369" style="line-height: 115%;">So, thank you Mom and Dad for homeschooling me. </span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2370"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2369" style="line-height: 115%;">I
would also like to thank my older brother. Not my oldest brother, he's
just pretty average. I'd like to thank the other brother. Ethan. That
brother. He is an amazing person. And when I say amazing, you probably
think "Oh, like Einstein or something". WRONG. Dead wrong. Amazing-er.
If Einstein had a great-grandson who was exponentially smarter and
possessed faultless good looks? Yeah, that'd be Ethan. While I do give
credit to my parents for teaching me and all that, I give significantly
more credit to Ethan for being a constant and ever-present example of
how to be amazing.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2370"><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1358645018803_2369" style="line-height: 115%;">-Ethan gave me ten dollars to read that.-</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It certainly was a daunting task, but Mom<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>home schooled me from preschool, to the end of 12<sup>th</sup> grade. Homeschooling a kid is NOT easy. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">The fact that <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">I</span></span></span>
was the kid she was teaching
made it a lot harder. I just couldn’t seem to focus. I remember my Mom
tried putting me in a make-shift cubicle for math class, because I was
consistently taking hours to do my work each day. Dad told her it would
help with distractions. One side of the "cubical" was a
door with a mirror. Mom went about the house doing her housework, and
about an hour and a half
later, she realized how long I'd been doing math. She checked on me and
found me making faces in the mirror. I had only answered two questions. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> Sometimes I’d be up until bedtime doing school. And maybe this is completely
unrelated, but I noticed that after school my Mom and Dad’s veins on
their temples would pop out, and worry lines would appear. But it was probably
just my imagination… I remember Mom
quoting Bible verses to herself. I believe one of her favorites was
"Let us not be weary in well doing, for in due season we shall reap if
we faint not".</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It’s
customary in a graduation speech to say what your choice is for a
career path, or whether or not you’re going to college. With so many
options available, I haven't quite worked out all the details yet, But
for
the most part, I’m just going to be serving God, going wherever He tells
me
to go and doing whatever He tells me to do. I figure you can’t really
go wrong
with that. So forget me. Let’s give God all the glory! Thank you all,
and have a wonderful evening.</span></span></span></span></div>
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