tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36745425034660466552024-03-19T08:02:58.955-04:00Day By Daylife unfiltered.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.comBlogger335125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-89070870498059082772012-08-19T22:12:00.000-04:002012-08-19T22:12:22.393-04:00Off to School....I haven't blogged in like......forever. Seriously, I think it's been an eternity since I last stepped foot in the blogging world. But, tonight is different. It's one of those life changing things coming tomorrow and I thought I better write it down because before you know it another one of the those life changing things will be on the doorstep and I will forget about this one. So, for tonight this is a huge deal for me.<br />
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This kid....<br />
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Yes, this kid will officially start school tomorrow as a Kinderarten. I'm a momma to a kindergarten, a school kid, a student. I'm a momma to a student, not a baby, not a toddler, not a pre-schooler. Nope, he is a kindergartener and I'm an emotional mess!<br />
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I'm happy. I'm happy he is an absolutely beautiful, well-behaved (well, kinda!), totally funny, full of energy, healthy little 5 year old boy. He makes those around him smile and I want him to make his school smile. I know that God is going to do big things with this kid and that makes me happy. I'm so happy for the 5 years I held him in my arms almost every day. I'm happy that I had the opportunity to sit down to lunch with this kid almost everyday for the past 5 years even if it was bottle when he was a baby or a pb&j today.<br />
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I'm blessed. I'm blessed that God gave me this kid. I'm so thankful that He thought enough of me to hand this kid over to me and thought that I could do a decent job being his mom (what the heck was God thinking?!?!)<br />
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I'm sad. I'm sad that these 5 years have flown by and I can never get them back. If I could stop time, I would. I'm sad that I'm going to miss moments. Moments that will be molding him into a little boy. The moments when he learns something new and for the first time realizes it. The moments when he makes new friends and share his stories with them.<br />
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I'm scared. I'm scared for his future. I'm scared for what this world is coming to. I'm scared that he will constantly have to fight for good in this world. I'm scared of the things he will see and hear. Things I have spent the last few years shielding him from. I'm scared that the real world is scary and he has to live in it.<br />
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I told you I'm an emotional mess. But, I do know that this kid is in God's hands. I know that he is loved and that he has no doubts about that. I know that he's ready and even though I may not be. He will make friends. He will learn so much. He will succeed. I just might cry for a while.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-58218028838112375152012-01-15T21:34:00.000-05:002012-01-15T21:34:23.121-05:00PROJECT 365: Week 2I wish I could show ya some awesome photos of Paris, some beautiful landscapes of the Wild West or even a snapshot of a back road of good ole' West Virginia, but I got nothing..... just the mundane life of three pretty boring people. Ok, we aren't even so pretty.<br />
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This week we went on a photo walk (in the cold which I don't find fun), but I did find this pretty.<br />
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We had 2 photo sessions! The most precious little newborn that I have ever held.<br />
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Babies get me EVERY time. The other session was a family which I don't have a picture to blog right now, but will soon. They need to see them first!<br />
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The rest of the week, I spent with this kid. However, he spent very little of it with me.<br />
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We have entered into the world of videogames. Yeah, us! Not.... (do people still say that???)<br />
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Tay had his first basketball game. Words cannot describe. Seriously, there are no words. <br />
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Tonight we cheered on the Ravens (we have been officially brainwashed by our friends from Baltimore... however, I still don't like Snowballs and doubt I ever will). <br />
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The awesome thing about being a photographer is that you have some pretty cool gear. The bad part about being a photographer (or just me) is I don't pick up my camera near enough to my own pleasure. Yep, I have found myself picking up more for client work and practice then just to capture our life.</div>
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Everyday there will be a photo. It doesn't have to be with my fancy mancy camera. I give myself the right to shoot with my cell phone (and no I don't have a iphone, I'm stuck with my old phone... but that's another story!) </div>
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Sunday: Oh, Christmas tree, Oh, Christmas tree..... It's your last day and I'm so ready to get rid of you. Not Christmas, but all those needles on the floor. Seriously, I say every year that I won't have a live tree again, but I can almost bet ya we will trudge out in a field next week with a saw in hand. Ok, so I don't have the saw nor use the saw, but I go along.</div>
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Tuesday- So, let me confess.... I didn't take this photo on Tuesday, but I did edit it on Tuesday... I know, I know.... I'm already cheating. Next thing you know I will be posting photos from a year ago this August claiming it's all part of the project. Anyway, this is Kaycee. She is beautiful. She has a good heart. She's my niece. She's a lot like me. I think that's why I like her so much. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2i5ATkkmPJY95ppo5kZ85OoEdF6mt10BzbRcjKVrVlZZpopz1sai0IZOwjrU8d61Bz0MGsTTXh_zqnCzme7we0PbCXnnddoOuaBWFBWEiIJG5h52VZDYhsT7z1JGmJNFEV3Rv_oYvpce1/s1600/Kaycee+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2i5ATkkmPJY95ppo5kZ85OoEdF6mt10BzbRcjKVrVlZZpopz1sai0IZOwjrU8d61Bz0MGsTTXh_zqnCzme7we0PbCXnnddoOuaBWFBWEiIJG5h52VZDYhsT7z1JGmJNFEV3Rv_oYvpce1/s640/Kaycee+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
Wednesday- We never had neighbors until the past 2 years. Now, we do... like we have neighbors ALL THE TIME. Seriously, they are here ALL THE TIME.<br />
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Thursday- We play lots of games around here. I hate Chutes and Ladders. I love Uno. We play both way too much. </div>
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Friday- Put your hands up! The weather was crazy this week. mid 50s in January which meant it was the perfect opportunity to hide in the leaves from Fall and snipe all the neighbor friends with NERF bullets.<br />
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Saturday- no words.... ok, maybe "redneck"? </div>
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If you are reading this, you probably just read the most boring blog post I have ever written. Sorry about that, but there's 51 more to go! I promise my life will get a little more entertaining as we go.<br />
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I want to blog just don't feel like writing paragraphs (isn't that really what blogging is???) Anyway, I want to list things out.... because that's how I roll (except for when I go to the grocery store which is when I need a list the most).<br />
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1. Tay is growing. He has grown out of every.single.piece of clothes he has. He no longer has jeans turned capris. He had jeans turned shorts. <br />
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2. The kid eats. He was never a picky eater, but a limited eater. He only ate when he was hungry. Well, he is hungry 24/7 and is eating me out of house and home and yet he still looks like a skinny little thing. He surely didn't get my genes (which makes me extremely happy in this case alone... I do secretly hope though that he got my common sense genes, communication genes, thinking genes, smart genes... you get the picture. It's not that I want him to be just like me, I just prefer he be opposite than his daddy. Don't get me wrong I love the man, but he makes some dumb decisions sometimes (yes, I know what you are thinking... I ALWAYS make good decisions)<br />
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3. Just to prove myself right and get you off my back for talking bad about my hsuband I must tell you this story......WVU is playing tonight (it's a Thursday night at 11:11pm) and T is working late. He google talks me and asks if Tay is watching the game? Did you notice the time? Do you know that Tay is 4? Did you know he has school tomorrow? I wanted to respond: "Of course he is up watching. WVU is way more important than his ability to stay awake while learning about the letter E tomorrow at school". <br />
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4. Kisses. I'm far from a kissy person, but it's different with Taryn. I know it's dorky, but I totally could hold, cuddle, kiss, love him forever. There's nothing better than those moments when I look at him and see the most precious miracle. I see a gift from God. I see my little boy growing and I get happy inside and want to squeeze him to pieces, but I always stop myself and decide to just kiss him instead. So, the other day, I had one of those moments told him that I was going to give him 10 kisses! His response: "Can I have 10 dollars instead?" Seriously. Honestly. For Real.<br />
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So, I wrote my list in paragraphs. Fail.<br />
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I blogged. Winner!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-67556360807424553342011-11-11T22:34:00.001-05:002011-11-11T22:53:21.478-05:00Thank you Submarines!So, I haven't blogged in like.... forever. Seriously, it's been forever. My child has graduated high school and I now live in a nursing home. Just kidding, but it feels like it's been that long. <br />
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But, today I had to share. It's Veteran's Day. I'm so thankful to live in a country like I do. I truly appreciate every man and woman who has ever signed the papers and joined the ranks of our military. I'm not even brave enough to sign the papers, much less do the job. So, I am totally thankful for each one who has. <br />
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This morning, I was in front of the mirror trying to get my hair to do something.... it didn't so I was frustrated, but that's not the point. The following conversation is what is the point:<br />
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Taryn walked in and said "today is Thanksgiving and I'm suppose to thank a soldier." <br />
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I replied "It's Veteran's Day, not Thanksgiving, but yeah that would be a really cool thing to do."<br />
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Taryn said "No it's Thanksgiving"<br />
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I said "Ok, whatever" (because that's the best response to give a 4 year old... I know, I know poor parenting yet again)<br />
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I said "Did you know your daddy was a soldier?"<br />
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Taryn said "He's not a soldier"<br />
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I said "Yeah, Tay, he was a Marine"<br />
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Taryn said "Like an Army guy?"<br />
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I said "Well, kinda"<br />
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He left the room.<br />
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Tay "Mom, how does daddy get underground?"<br />
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I replied "Why is daddy underground?"<br />
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Taryn says "No, how was daddy a soldier and stay underground?"<br />
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I replied "He wasn't underground. He actually was on a helicopter most of the time."<br />
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10 hours later, while talking with his daddy.<br />
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I said "Daddy Taryn didn't know you were a soldier"<br />
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Tay said "yeah daddy how did you get underground"<br />
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I said "He keeps saying that you need to show him some pictures when you were a Marine"<br />
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Tay said "yeah Daddy when you were a submarine"<br />
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I laughed and it clicked.<br />
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I love this kid! I love seeing it "click" in his head too. I love the fact that he is always thinking. I hate the fact that he has to grow up in a world of hate and war. I hate the fact that understanding the importance of the protection of our country will only become more complex as he grows and less safe. <br />
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So, what did he and his daddy do tonight in celebration of Veteran's Day? They played war.<br />
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What does it mean when you don't go to the gym for 2 weeks? Look at my rear end (seriously don't I just didn't know how else to write this...) and see the extra 5 pounds. Yep, I need the gym. I don't like the gym, but I need it on a daily basis. <br />
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What does it mean when you go to get your hair cut and you come out with one of those feather hair thingies? Yep, it means I'm pretty much a dork who thought it would be cool to pretend to be a teenager. It's really small, but the next time I'm getting the big full fledged turkey feather because I really want it and I don't care if people think I'm a dork.<br />
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What does it mean when you draw a face on your guitar case? Yep, it means some crazy photographer will think it's pretty cool and stop and take 100 pictures of it. <br />
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I guess it all means that I'm a chubby, crazy haired, mom of a future mechanic, awkward picture taking dork.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-85727880196280121702011-08-30T21:59:00.002-04:002011-08-30T22:00:31.926-04:001/2 a Face Can Be Cool Martinsburg, WV PhotographyOur photography business has picked up leaps and bounds lately. I seriously can't believe it! I honestly thought we would be in business to keep our family happy, but believe it or not other people like us too. I am pretty sure it's because I'm a pretty cool person.... ok, not really, not very cool at all to say the least. Maybe it's because we are cheap. I thought we were kinda expensive, but I had a client today tell me I needed to raise my prices! I thought I was going to fall off my chair. Me? Raises prices? I'm good at this? Really? Well, she just better watch out because next year she's paying double! Just kidding, Amber if you are reading this I promise to give you a "You made me feel really good about my photography" discount if we ever raise our prices. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-53145103750324997992011-08-23T22:05:00.000-04:002011-08-23T22:05:57.117-04:00The Day the World ChangedWish I was a poetic writer b/c today was one of those days that would sound really good in those kinda poemy type words. I know, I know poets wouldn't use the word "poemy". <br />
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The day started with this. <br />
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Dropping my baby off at pre-school. Do you know they let babies go to pre-school these days? Seriously, who sends a baby to pre-school....<br />
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Yes, I know he's really NOT a baby and it's only 3 hours 4 days a week and he doesn't even have to ride a bus. <br />
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Yes, I know I'm the dorky momma who acts like she is the only one who can protect her child and the only one who knows her son's needs. Yep, I know. <br />
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Truth be told, it went well. He got up nice and early, dressed himself, chowed down some breakfast and was ready to go to school before it was even time to leave (which is a miracle itself in this house!). I may or may not have shed a few tears after dropping him off, but I definitely didn't cry around him and that's all that matters. <br />
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He said he had a great day, but didn't make any friends because he forgot their names. He said they would be his friends tomorrow when he remembers their names! <br />
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The funny thing is it was such a life-changing day for me, yet all he wanted to do when he got home was play outside in the same dirt pile that he plays in everyday. He sits right outside my window and digs and digs and digs and digs. I think he dug so much today that he caused an earthquake the shook the entire East Coast! <br />
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We experienced our first earthquake today, like a 5.9 kinda earthquake. I had no idea what was happening. I thought my fridge was going to explode and that was shaking the house, I thought DC got bombed by a terrorist and that was what was shaking our house, I thought Tay had dug to the center of the Earth, I thought anything but an earthquake because when did earthquakes begin happening in WV. Crazy, I know! <br />
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Today was definitely a day the world changed.... at least my world!<br />
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First day of school + first earthquake = a memorable day for sure!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-6050287794421176892011-08-16T21:23:00.002-04:002011-08-16T21:24:05.065-04:00Senior Photography- Martinsburg, West Virginia<br />
Check out these eyes....<br />
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This is Hannah. She's part of our Youth Group at our church and we love her. She has some of the most beautiful eyes I have ever photographed (which makes my job easy, but don't tell her!) Her eyes really do tell her story too. She's loud, she determined, she's focused, a little on the wild side, strong willed and every other word in between. When's she good, you know it.... when things aren't going her way, she tells ya too! I truly do think this girl is going to do something awesome with her life and for God someday!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-35551393432927134182011-07-26T21:52:00.001-04:002011-07-26T21:52:52.621-04:00!2 Year Old Boy Kind of Fun!We went to the beach..... and I loved it! I will post a bunch of the photos soon but this week's theme over at <a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/">I Heart Faces</a> is Water so I had no choice but to share one of the beach snapshots. <br />
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Conner is now 12. Do you know what 12 year old boys do? Yep, they don't want their pictures taken and when made to get in a picture they show no emotion. <br />
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Therefore, most of the pics of Conner are well...... pretty straight faced to say the least.... except for this one. The boy was having "I will stick my tongue out at you" kinda fun. This face kinda says it all for a 12 year old boy. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-39446929709244907672011-07-19T21:14:00.004-04:002011-07-19T21:15:49.704-04:00I Heart Faces: PropsI've missed <a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/">I Heart Faces</a>. I used to enter weekly, but things are just always busy around here and it's just one of the many things that I have put on the back burner. I've also put my child, my husband, my house and all the rest of the necessities on the back burner too, so don't feel too bad<a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"> I Heart Faces</a>. Ok, so maybe I over exaggerated a little, I might have just been a little lazy plus a little busy. <br />
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This is Kennedi. She was my first newborn photo session and look at her now she is a year old! For some crazy reason, her momma (who may or may not feel obligated to have me photograph her daughter b/c she is married to my cousin) thinks I take decent pics and asked me four times over the course of her first year to take her photos. Yep, she's either crazy or knows nothing about photography if she trusts my skills that much! But, I jumped on the chance and had a lot of fun learning over the year. I just hope another family member doesn't marry a photographer.... I like when people feel obligated to use me! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-66275505115915470462011-07-04T23:28:00.001-04:002011-07-04T23:30:01.508-04:00Is everybody rich or are fireworks just cheap this year?I really just thought a drive by shooting was going on or an all out war was happening outside my house. Whatever it is, it is booming around here! Happy Independence Day, America! I know my neighbors are celebrating.<br />
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We have been celebrating for days. Saturday was Antietam Battlefield's Independence Celebration. <br />
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It's my favorite thing to do without a doubt. There's something pretty cool about sitting in a Civil War Battlefield celebrating the existence and history or our country. And it's a day to do nothing but sweat. Seriously, it's always hot and muggy, but there's no requirements but sitting in the middle of a field with about 30,000 other people for an afternoon of munching on some good food. You really should try it out some year. Traffic sucks, but the rest outweighs the hours spent trying to get out of that place so it's all good! We went with some friends this year... as you can see they were totally boring and my son had no fun at all... just kidding. The pictures speak for themselves! Yep, that's my Tay with the hat pulled over his head. <br />
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</div>Last night on the Eve of Independence Day we sat in another field and watched fireworks. It was my cousin's farm and they built a big campfire and roasted hotdogs and marshmellows. They even popped popcorn which was totally too much fun for a 4 year old who never knew you could pop popcorn without a microwave much less over a fire in the middle of the field. <br />
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Tonight, the actual July 4th was spent at my parents with more food. Do you see the pattern here? Food, food and fireworks. Twice as much food as fireworks around here. No fireworks tonight though. It was raining and they were postponed until tomorrow night. So we will probably do the Day After July 4th Celebration and eat some more then. <br />
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By the way- all these pics but the one of Tay and Ella were taken by my husband. Who would have ever thought he would be this good?????Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-11906509731920907422011-05-29T23:33:00.000-04:002011-05-29T23:33:51.523-04:00Crack Smokin' Butt CrackNo intro is needed.... (however, I will say this..... this may or may not be the way communication occurs on a regular basis within the 4 walls of our home)<div><br />
</div><div>Tay: "Mom look I have a crack in my butt." (ok, I totally get it that he's a little late figuring this out at the age of 4, but look over that part and listen to the rest of the conversation)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Me: "Yep, you do Tay. Glad you are just figuring that our now"</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Tay: "Daddy has a butt crack too" (He did have pants on so I'm not sure how he came to this conclusion, but he is also the kid who just realized he had his very own butt crack!)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Me: "Yep, your daddy has a much bigger crack then you do, huh?!?!" </div><div><br />
</div><div>Dad: "Oh son, you momma has more cracks that you or me!" (I'm still not sure what the heck that means, but I took it as a slam..... so of course I had to slam back right?)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Me: "Well, son, your daddy smokes crack!"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Tay: "Daddy smokes crack. Daddy smokes crack. Daddy smokes crack!" (Chant this is your head like it's a little kid's song and you will be right on track)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Dad: "Really do you think that was a little too much????"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Me: laughing to hard to say anything. </div><div><br />
</div><div>PLEASE NOTE: This may not be near as funny to you as it was to me. I though found it completely hilarious and down right funny considering the circumstances of my husband's job (and no he is not a drug dealer or crack smokin' fool... but if I told you I would have to kill ya, so yeah...... I'm not telling you. Sorry)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-43267904899010641882011-05-24T22:46:00.001-04:002011-05-24T22:55:40.677-04:00Happy Birthday!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy Birthday to me. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's about it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No exclamation points. I'm too old to be excited for my birthday anymore. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No questions marks. I'm still too young to forget my own birthday. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, a period it is. A statement. A fact. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was pretty uneventful this year to turn 33. I did laundry, hung out with a 4 year old, 3 year old and 4 or so month old. The 3 year did walk away today with a semi black eye b/c my son hit her with a hammer (but that's a story for another day). We did get to hit up Dairy Queen tonight with my sister and her kids and then headed to the playground for an hour or so. Uneventful, but at 33 isn't that what you want????</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has been a good year. I have watched an amazing little boy come into his own "big boy" personality. He's no longer by baby, but my little boy. I got to sit on bleachers and cheer for number #15 (then lie to him about how awesome a baseball player he is with his huge hits and outstanding catches.... I love the embellishments of t-ball parents.... you would think we were all raising Cal Ripken's). I got to experience a 3 week vacation like no other- Vegas, The Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, The Arches, and my favorite Glacier National Park. I never thought I would get to all those places, much less not in one huge vacation. Once in a lifetime for sure. This year, I jumped into it and started a Day By Day Photography. I never thought I would do anything like this. ever. and I did and it's working. I love it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I'm looking forward to this new year of my life. I have no idea what to expect. I know some things I really want for my life, but I have no idea if they will happen. One thing I have learned and trying really hard to apply in my life is that it is all in God's Hands. He has a purpose and a plan greater than any of my own desires. I want to truly desire His will over mine this year. I want Him to use me for His purpose. </span><br />
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</div><div>So today while drilling into one tooth for over an hour, he drops the little mirror thingy onto my forehead. Let me say it again, he dropped the mirror on my head! The worst part, I couldn't say a word b/c he had my mouth wedged open. So, what does he say?.... "oops sorry about that". Not with an exclamation point. Not with any kind of embarrassment. More like I do this all the time and I'm sorry today was your day. I mean really what kind of dentist do I go to. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I think he also had gas and I don't mean laughing gas. There were only 3 of us in the room and I know it wasn't me. </div><div><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-22641018437786369912011-05-19T22:22:00.000-04:002011-05-19T22:22:15.921-04:00I Sneezed....My Back Hurts.Imagine.... walking into the gym, dropping your kid off at childcare, going into BodyStep class, sneezing, and then feeling like you will never be able to stand up straight again because the muscles in your back hurt so bad you rather stay in the position of a humpback rather than trying to stand up. Nope, I don't have to imagine it because it happened to to me today and yuck my back still hurts. It just doesn't hurt.... it's painful and it's making me very cranky. Who knew sneezing could cause so much pain and crankiness? By the way, have I ever told you about how my son sneezes? It doesn't hurt his back nor does it make him cranky, but it may be worse. It may be the grossest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Not to get graphic or anything, but you've never seen snot like this. Snot down his face like no other down your face you can get. It stops people in their tracks. Practically paralyzes people when they see him with snot down his face.<br />
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Oh, and this is for you Grammy and Uncle Terry! Enjoy! You have a beautiful granddaughter and great-granddaughter! Here's just a few..... I will post more details here soon!<br />
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This is one of my all time favorites!!!!<br />
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I know, I know. No excuses this time. Just thought I would stop by tonight and see what's up. Oh, wait, it's my blog and I've been the one missing. Well, anyway, I'm back at least for tonight.<br />
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Life has been crazy busy around here. Tay is a t-ball fanatic. If we aren't at practice or a game, then you can find us out in the yard throwing and hitting. I might be his mom, but this kid is a pro.... well at least in a 4 year old pro kind of way. He has perfected his slide.... Too adorable.<br />
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We have been spending a lot of time with our teens too. They require so much energy and time. You know what they made me do last week. I had to drive for the event called Scarf and Barf. Yep, you caught that name right. Scarf, as in eating food really really fast and Barf, as in throwing up, puking, vomiting, hurling or whatever you want to call it. They had to hit up like 10 restaurants and pick up massive amounts of food and down them as a team. Seriously, it is gross.... but a lot of fun (especially since I didn't have to eat and only have to drive). My team was the coolest, surely not the hungriest, but the coolest.<br />
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It keeps raining. I mean EVERYDAY. I hate it. I wish it would stop. Tay on the other hand loves the rain. Actually he just loves his rain boots... .rain or shine. So, if you see a little guy running around in some fireman rain boots, that would be my son. I'm a proud momma. Rain boots or not.<br />
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On Easter, Tay and I went out for our little holiday photo shoot and I asked him to pick a dandelion and smell it. This is what I got....<br />
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</div><div>You know if you play Pirates baseball you gotta have a PIRATE egg right?<br />
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Well, it's actually t-ball, but in all consideration neither is the most exciting game in the world. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE all things baseball, including t-ball. But truth be told it's not usually a nail biting game. Well not at least until the bottom of the ninth with bases are loaded and two outs. That's all I'm saying.<br />
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The other option to make it quite the entertainment getter is to put Tay on the field. Now, that's some entertainment.<br />
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The kid can't stay on his feet. Not because he's not coordinated enough too, but because he thinks he's suppose to fall every time he goes after a ball (I mean who is teaching this kid how to play, surely not his momma who spent her entire childhood on a softball field?!?!)<br />
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He takes off his shoes to get the rocks out while playing center field and requires coaching assistance.<br />
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He slides into every base....... including first.<br />
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He entertains the crowds with his hat. Yep, the backwards hat with the cutesy look at me grin gets him attention every time!<br />
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He sprints all over the field. From the outfield to home plate. From second to third. If you see the ball, you probably see Tay too!<br />
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He's loving it! We are loving it!<br />
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</div><div>1. Don't drink and drive (especially on a Tuesday night at 9pm). I mean seriously.... who can be so drunk on Tuesday night at 9pm that they can swerve 143 times in less than a mile. Yes, I followed this person tonight and was scared to death even though I was behind him.</div><div><br />
</div><div>2. Can I eat 1200 calories of chocolate cake with peanut butter icing in a day and still call it a diet if I stay under my alloted calories? I may or may not have tried this this weekend.</div><div><br />
</div><div>3. It's so easy to be negative. I have made it a goal to not be. It's hard. </div><div><br />
</div><div>4. My son is becoming more and more like my husband everyday. I don't think I can live under the same roof as these two the rest of my life. Is that negative????</div><div><br />
</div><div>5. I really, really, really want to be on Dancing with the Stars. Except I'm not a celebrity or a dancer. I'm actually a really bad dancer (just ask the poor girl who stands behind me in Zumba).</div><div><br />
</div><div>6. I have dropped two jean sizes (at least in one brand of jeans...) This makes me happy, yet I packed the bigger ones away just in case. What's wrong with that picture???</div><div><br />
</div><div>7. Don't assume that you know it all. Run to God! Run from evil! Prov. 3:30 MSG. Been trying really hard to live by this verse lately. Hard. Very. Hard. I'm an answer kind of girl. I want answers. I want to give answers. Rarely do I go to Him for the answer, yet I should. At least I'm trying to run in the right direction, right??? </div><div><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-28735315606997956012011-04-03T22:04:00.000-04:002011-04-03T22:04:59.332-04:00It's About TimeIt's about time I get my butt in gear and get back into the blogging world. I think I've posted once in the last month. Sad. Sad. Sad.<br />
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I really don't have anything to blame it on other than I have been feeling a little of the blog blues. It has felt like it's time consuming for me to blog lately. It has felt like effort instead of a stress reliever. It's just hasn't been in me to do lately. So, sorry. Don't get me wrong - It's something I do love. The fact that I can write down my life is something I find fun, exciting and a little dorky, yet, I don't care if you think I'm a dork and do it anyway. When it started to feel like a pressure, I started making excuses as to why I didn't have the time. But, reality was....<br />
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A lot of it had to do with the photos I post. I LOVE to take pictures. I love to capture our lives as it happens, but with starting a photography business on the side, I felt like I needed to post totally amazing, totally eye capturing, totally "you definitely want to spend $1000 on my skills" photos. And that's not what I had. I simply had photos of our life. Simple, everyday, unedited snapshots of our lives. I didn't think it was a good idea to post work that wasn't my best and I felt pressure to edit and capture the perfect moments.<br />
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Until today. Today I decided I'm going to post what I want when I want. It's my blog and I will cry if I want to! Just kidding. Today, I decided. This blog is about our life... day by day. The everyday, simple blessings, stumbles, mountains, valleys, joys that we experience. That's what this started as and that's what it's going to continue to be. Am I not going to share my photography work? Yes, I'm going to bombard you with lots of photos of people and objects you don't know and tell you all about special shots I got to photograph. When I learn something new I'm going to share it right here, But, only because it's who I am. It's what I love. However, I'm not going to limit myself to perfect photos (no I don't have a big head and think that I even have any perfect photos, but you know what I mean!). I'm not going to limit myself to only photos with editting. I'm going to share what I want share in the format I want to share it. <br />
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And then maybe it won't be stressful. It won't be overwhelming. It will be a good time then again. <br />
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So, what have I been doing? Spending a lot of time with this kiddo. I love this kid and I'm really. REALLY. anxious about him going to pre-school this fall. I hate the thought. I never thought I would be the mom with these emotions... I mean I am a teacher and all and LOVE education, but I don't want my little guy to go and I feel like I have to spend time now with him. So, we are. We have been reading lots of books, playing games, playing school and baking. This kid is going to grow up to be a chef. He loves to help in the kitchen and watch all those baking shows on TV. True story- last night, Tarzan was on Disney, so I turned it on and asked if he wanted to cuddle up and watch the movie. We started it and he kept whining that he wanted to watch something else, so I finally gave in an half hour later and he asked for Cupcake Wars. I mean seriously, whose kid is this????<br />
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I've been spending a lot of time with teenagers. Yep, those kids who think they are adults, but are really just mature enough to annoy you. We got back a few weekends ago from Planet Wisdom. Hopefully, if I get back to blogging soon I will share the event with you. It was really cool though to hang out with these teens (and guess what I meant a new girl who loves photography as much as I do! Love the fact that some one so young has the eye and desire to see the world through the lens!)<br />
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I've designed new t-shirts for our Youth Group. Totally fun to design. Heartache to learn how to get them to the company printing them.<br />
the back:<br />
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I've started taking two classes in order to renew my teaching certification. Nothing like procrastination. I mean I only have to have them done by June, but have had the last 3 years to take 2 classes. Who would have guessed I would have waited and pushed the limit?<br />
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I've spent two nights a week at t-ball practices. I mean who practices t-ball two night a week? Anyway, they are cute and he loves it! I mean he loves it! So, I guess if the baker thing doesn't work out he can always become a major league baseball player.<br />
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Life is good around here and maybe just maybe I'll start sharing it a little more. Who knows though!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-86375758473762495062011-03-16T00:08:00.000-04:002011-03-16T00:08:31.181-04:004 Years Ago Tonight I Held a Hospital Hostage...Well I wanted to for that matter.......<br />
4 years ago tonight I was in massive pain.<br />
Pain like no other pain I had ever felt.<br />
Pain that hurt really. REALLY. BAD.<br />
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You see, I was trying to give birth to the most amazing little baby in the world (at that time I didn't know he was a boy, nor did I care.....I just wanted that sucker out!).<br />
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It's a hard thing to imagine much less believe that 3 entire years have flew by now and my baby is no longer a baby. But, it's true. My little guy is going to be 4 years old tonight at 12:16 and I could not be any happier than I am today. I don't want to be all gushy and mushy because I'm not the gushy and mushy kind, but this kid steals my heart every day.<br />
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On to a funny story about my childbirth experience. Let me start by saying this.... this experience was not funny at the time. I doubt that I even thought it was funny on Tay's first birthday, but I do look back on it now and can laugh..... it only took 4 years. <br />
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Anyway, we all know childbirth isn't easy. Even with drugs it's still a little traumatic. I had preeclampsia with Tay and was induced at 37 weeks which met I got to walk in with my bags neatly packed, check in to my not so cozy hospital room and wait and wait and wait for something to happen. When the nurse came in and asked it I wanted the epidural I told her I wasn't feeling much of anything yet and would wait. She quietly whispered to me "Honey, if the doctor is offering it and you are going to do it, go ahead and do it now before the real pain starts". So, who would argue with a delivery room nurse? I went ahead and got the drugs. And they worked. I felt some pain, but it wasn't horrible as the contractions started. Then I started to feel some more pain and a little more and then it was time. Time for this baby to rock and roll on out of me!<br />
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Well, he planned otherwise and chose to be big headed and wouldn't fit. He was right there.... fighting to enter this world and my stupid body decided to be little. I mean, really.... why can't I have a little waist or a little butt, no God give me a little birth canal.... how considerate of Him!. So, I had to stop pushing although he was already there (and not to gross you out or anything, but honest to goodness the kid was THERE... my husband and the doctor even talked about his dark black hair!!!!) Since I was going to have to have a C-section, they needed to change the drugs and needed an anesthesiologist to do whatever he needed to do. Well, wouldn't you know only one anesthesiologist was working this night and he was in the ER helping out and couldn't get upstairs so they had to call another doctor in. Well, you can guess the epidural started to wear off and the pain became so much more intense and the urge to push was so ever present. I thought I was going to die. I even started throwing up and it made everything hurt even worse. I swore to my husband that if he just went downstairs and held the hospital hostage until the doc got upstairs with some drugs I would take all the blame and jail time. I wanted drugs. BAD.<br />
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You ask, what's so funny about this? Well, let me tell you what was so funny. During this time, my loving, most adoring husband had been at my side. He held my hand, he slept on the teeny tiny couch the night before beside me in the hospital room, he didn't leave the room once. Well, let me correct myself here, he did leave once earlier in the day to go get some lunch.... a yummy oh so smelly tuna sub. He was in such a hurry to get back to my side that he only ate half and stashed the other half away for later. <br />
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Can you guess when later was?????? Yep, you guessed it..... while I laid in horrific pain, crying, screaming, puking my guts up waiting on the doctor to give me some more drugs so they could cut me open and pull this kid out of me before I died. . If there was ever a time where I needed some compassion, the whisper of comforting words, the assurance of a silent presence by my bed side or simply someone to hold my hair while I puked it was now. But, where was my ever so loving husband? The man sneaked over to his stash in the corner of the room and pulled out the most stinking tuna sub I have ever smelled and started gnawing away. As I laid on my death bed hurting like never before, he looks over to the bed and says "Would you like a bite?" <br />
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Yep that's my husband. <br />
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Anyway, I got this out of the deal. It was well worth it.<br />
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Here's a preview of things I promise to share this week....<br />
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My first maternity shoot. I am in love with these photos and it was so much fun. Totally different than anything I have done before.<br />
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My favorite photo of all time of my baby. (yes, I know he's not a baby. yes, I know I signed him up for pre-school today. yes, I know he turns 4 on Wednesday. yes, I am in denial. yes, i hate it.)<br />
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My favorite photo of a real baby. <br />
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My favorite craft we have done lately. <br />
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Stay tuned for the details about each!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00894081054932791299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674542503466046655.post-36853653555231189862011-03-05T21:41:00.000-05:002011-03-05T21:41:35.331-05:00Healthy EatsLately, I have been trying to display true dedication to the whole weight loss thing. It's a journey I have been trying for a while now and just haven't gotten the car off the starting line yet. I go to the gym pretty regularly and although I complain about it (alot)..... I seriously don't mind working out (I mean if I had the choice between an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top or 45 minutes of cycling class, I would definitely chose the sundae, but if there's not a choice I would take the cycling class.) But I just haven't been losing much weight. I feel so much better and have gained a lot more strength and endurance, but the pounds aren't dropping.<br />
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I work out. hard. I am completely sweaty, stinky, nasty and miserable most days when I leave the gym. The problem is in my eating. With the PCOS diagnosis, my body has trouble with sugars. How one's mouth can desire sugar so much, yet their body hates it is another blog post.....but my body doesn't do well with carbs. I personally have the sincerest affection for carbs. I mean who can resist a good piece of warm, buttery bread or a heaping pile of spaghetti covered with Parmesan cheese. I mean really can anything get worse than being told you really should chose other options... what other option is there, I ask????<br />
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My problem is I don't eat well. I either don't eat often enough or the right kinds of foods. So, it's been my goal for the past week to eat more healthy and keep track of everything I eat (can you say boring???).<br />
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I started using the My Fitness Pal app on my phone. It gives me 1200 calories a day and I can gain more calories by working out, but I try to stay at that 1200 calorie mark anyway. It sucks. Accountability is stupid. I like to cheat. I don't cheat, but I think about it often.<br />
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With that said, I'm already struggling. I am not the best cook in the world and the things I do like to cook aren't the best for me. I have cut my portions way down, but I tend to not eat enough good stuff these days. So, I need some help. I like salads, but everyday is tedious, boring and routine (and if you know me I'm not good at routine).<br />
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So, here's a few questions.... Leave a comment with you answers, please!<br />
1. What are some good healthy fast and easy dinner meals? Two days a week I tutor from 4-5:30 so I can start something in the crockpot early or fix up something fast when I get home, but both are hard to do in a healthy way. Any ideas?<br />
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2. What are some ways to spice up my salad without adding hundreds of calories? Everything I think is good to add seems to have tons of calories. I need something yummy, feeling and different.<br />
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I want to be healthy for this guy. He needs me. And I don't want to miss a second of his life (yes, I know my thoughts will change in about 10 years, but let me live in the moment now..... I don't want him to grow up, move out, get married.... I want him to stay my baby forever).<br />
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