tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47369983785088693672011-08-05T09:15:52.005-07:00This is a place to share my thoughts, feelings, and experiences about life regarding God, motherhood, family, and friendship.Tam.I.amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15088080295612266583noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736998378508869367.post-40238460636412434502010-03-08T17:46:00.000-08:002010-03-10T22:02:27.390-08:00

Today I started doing some deep cleaning in the bathroom and Kadence has helped me. She is such a good helper. Very smart, too. She has always been able to understand and take direction.While I was cleaning the sink, I glanced down to where she was and saw her hitting Angel, our kitten, over and over again. I've told her untold number of times that she is not to hit the kitten, but for some

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I know it has been around 4 months since my last blog post, but life is just crazy for me. I find it hard enough to do little updates on Facebook, let alone here. See, I am really sick. More sick than I even wanted to admit to myself. I've lived for so many years with my diabetes out-of-control, that I started thinking it was normal. And that is not even getting into the whole thyroid mess. My

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I've been trying to think more deeply about thoughts and promptings that come to my mind. I've always wanted to be the type of person that hears God speak to them personally. I think I have always been spiritually-minded, even when I lived in differing environments while growing up, environments that did not nurture that quality in me. I remember when I was 14 years old and a friend of mine

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My secret Santa has come again, though I wasn't sure that it was going to continue since he or she came much later... 9:45 pm."On the first day of ChristmasAn angel gave to me*Three Snow-day Gifts*Two Teddy Bears,And a CD of O Christmas Tree." This time there were three gifts individually wrapped in lovely wrapping paper and fancy ribbon. Kadee and I opened them (or she tried :) and the gifts

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Okay, it happened. It is what I thought. The knock came again, only later this time, about 8 pm. This time it was a note tucked into the ribbon that was wound around two teddy bears."On the first day of ChristmasAn angel gave to me *Two Teddy Bears* And a CD of O Christmas Tree." The teddy bears were identical except for color; one was copper and the other creme. So I named them Copper and Carmel

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Someone, I don't know who, is doing the 12 Days of Christmas for me. I think, anyway. We will see what happens tomorrow.This evening around 7:30 pm someone knocked rapidly and loudly on my door. When I went to answer it I asked if there was anyone there. No answer. Shrugged my shoulders and thought maybe it was for the Shefchik's, my upstairs neighbors and landlords. When a few minutes later

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Today was a good day, despite the fact that I didn't make it to church. Kadence has the same diaper rash she had about a month ago, and since I am not sure if she has a virus or something contagious, I errored on the side of caution. I just don't want anyone else to get sick. I know that I haven't felt the best. Anway, just don't want to spread that around. On the up side, at least her rash is

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I just put Kadence to bed. She still isn't feeling too well and wants me to hold her constantly. Normally she will play with her toys, especially her stuffed toys, but not lately. She is a darling little girl, though, and I love to hold her. She makes me feel so special. I know she loves me. Her smiles and laughter always brighten my mood. I feel so blessed to have this little one be gifted to me

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Last night Kadence was really restless and would not sleep well unless I held her close to me as we slept. She was warmer than usual to me and I ended up taking her temperature. It was 99.6, a low-grade temperature, but I wasn't sure that I needed to be concerned about it.So after the whole process of making sure she was on medicaid again (see the post about Dumb Gov't Agency Employees), I called

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Today I finally had enough with the DWS (Dept. of Workforce Services) after a month of getting nowhere. But in order for this to make sense, I have to back-track.In September I went on a 4 week vacation to WI, returning home on October 9. I fully expected to see some paperwork about Kadence's medical insurance needing to be re-certified (or whatever you call it) since October was her birthday

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Most children get their two bottom teeth and then their two upper teeth. Not my Kadeedoo. Nope, she got her first tooth on the bottom right side of her mouth and then I noticed she had her upper tooth, again on the right side of her mouth, poking through. It has taken some time for her teeth to finally come through, though I've felt the bumps in her mouth for some time, and it looks like she is

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Before we went to sleep last night, I said a prayer for Kadence asking that she might have a good night's rest. Well, it worked, because at about 3:30 am she started giggling WHILE she was asleep. And it was loud and contagious, let me tell you! LOL! It is just about the most adorable thing to hear my sweetheart laugh when she is awake, but even more so when she is doing it in her sleep. :) The

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So for the last three days my daughter has been having a difficult time sleeping through the night, mostly because she is teething. I suffer from insomnia, have for years, but because of her lack of sleep it has resulted in me being even more sleep-deprived than usual. On Tuesday evening Kadence fell asleep about 9:20 pm. I was thrilled that I also was sleepy, and so I took us both to bed with

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I've been so lax in writing on here, but not for the reasons one might think. I have this idea that I have to "catch up" with the past year or so before I can start writing new posts. As I think about it, I feel so foolish that I felt compelled to do that, since that has made me feel so overwhelmed and stressed out I've become further and further behind. So starting today I have decided that I am

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Well, it is official. I am pregnant. There is so much for me to say, I don't know where to start. I never expected to become an unwed mother. But that is what has happened. I think I became pregnant the night that John proposed to me. Just another example of the poor choices that I make. I basically knew that if I had sex with John I would become pregnant. And I did. Not that I am unhappy about

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...and we're going to get married! ~singing softly while a silly grin is pasted on my mouth~John officially preposed to me today, on Valentine's Day! I am so happy! I know I have not written in here for a while, but I have been so busy.John gave me a cute little stuffed gorrilla that says Our First Valentine's, a box of chocolate, and a rose. He is so sweet! Then he got down on his knees and

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I've been dating John Owen Kessey. I met him through Dianna Moscato, but her sister Tonya is the one that actually made a difference in me choosing to date him. He is younger than me, rather homely, and very skinny, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that he loves me. I feel good when I am with him. Even though he is not a member, I can't help but think about the blessing I received so many

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As we grow up we learn a lot of hard things. We learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down probably will.You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because

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Does anyone really enjoy the flavor of tea? Or does it just taste like flavored water to you like it does to me?I guess I am just having a few of those days when everything seems like crap. Life feels like crap. I feel like crap.I can't stand false people. I hate the masks that people put on.Sometimes I just want to lay down and go to sleep and never, ever wake up.I could just sit here and cry,

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I think I need a vacation from life, maybe a permanent one, or just one away from the internet. It always amazes me how people use the safety of anonymity that online brings as an excuse to be ignorant or just plain obstinate. I'm all for people voicing their opinions and I actually look forward to seeing another person's point of view. One thing I never do is dislike someone for having a

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So, the blog thing seems to be the "in thing" to be doing lately. I can completely understand its attraction myself. A place where you can put down all your thoughts and opinions like your own personal newspaper for all to view. The World Wide Web offers us so many outlets for our imagination, I guess this is just another way to do it.As much as I like to write and find the written word an easier

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