tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12604897410508397392024-03-13T10:30:02.619-07:00My Perfectly Unperfect LifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-8334315745515530722018-08-15T17:43:00.000-07:002018-08-15T17:43:08.281-07:00New kittyI didn't want to take care of a cat, I had 4 *ahem* 3 children and my husband who is never home (he was included in the 4, us wives all do that!). A friend of mine decided that my daughter needed a kitten so she went and looked for one and let me know after. I can't complain much considering she bought all the stuff for the kitten, I just have to go and get her shots taken care of and of course she (or he?) got fixed. <br />
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Yeah, I can't tell if her new kitten is a boy or girl. She is all black, except the tip of her tail which is white and feisty as hell! <br />
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Once I get her to the veterinarian they will be able to confirm it. She's a pretty good cat overall and I haven't seen ONE bug in the house so that is a HUGE plus!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-90262488410420729642018-05-12T07:21:00.001-07:002018-05-12T07:21:22.808-07:00Breakfast and study crunch<p dir="ltr"></p>
<p dir="ltr">I am thinking about making a page about my roaming around Killeen. Which I think I will. I want to give a review about a new place that opened awhile back called Jimmy's Egg.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The first time I visited was back in March when my in-laws visited. The food was great, the scrambles and pancakes were phenomenal. I decided to try it again a few weeks later and was disappointed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I decided to try the omelet. Now, if you are like me, you don't care for crunchy vegetables. Apparently their veggie omelet has only fresh vegetables which meant you get uncooked peppers, onions, mushrooms(eww), and spinach. No bueno y'all.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was pissed and more pissed that the manager gave me attitude. I left a bad review on their facebook page. I got personally contacted by her and she apologized profusely and shared her personal life about a death in her family but also knew that it wasnt an excuse to act unprofessional. She invited me back for breakfast on her and I came back the next day. I thought it would be nice to give her a small vase of flowers for her loss. She graciously accepted and almost cried! She sat and talked with me for a minute then was on the move, I dont think she rests at all!</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm visiting again today to study for my baking certificate examination and decided to get a healthy breakfast of a smoked Turkey omelet, bacon, fruit, and English muffin. I told the waitress I wanted the vegetables cooked. I got it and still crunchy. I'm not going to make a fuss again I just will not get omelets from them but choose the scrambles and pancakes. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So, if you like crunchy veggies in your omelet I would recommend this place.</p>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was thinking about posts to make and a friend of mine who has an almost 2 year old and a baby due in June (bless her soul) messages me frantic because her toddler won't stop hitting. She will only hit her and her grandma not her dad. I had to think about when my 2 oldest were at that age since they are 23 months apart. My son was almost 2 and he went through that stage and me, still being a new mom dealt with it the way my parents did, sternly say NO and slap his hand. Experts say that is a huge no-no and will confuse them. I was an 80s kid so things have changed drastically since then!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Always find what works for you. We all get frustrated and we don't know what to do, sometimes we have to find an outlet where it may be a close friend or relative, books, or articles online. If it gets to a point where you find you will lose your mind, give yourself a time out. If you ever feel that you want to use physical force please find someone to talk to. We all have been there!</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-54917306790227324782018-05-08T07:49:00.001-07:002018-08-15T18:24:42.567-07:00Work at Home Jobs and apps If you are like me, you are always looking for a side job or something that can make some money helping pay bills. Over the years I have done jobs that made a few bucks but every penny and dollar adds up! I will add more as I find them and update!<br />
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<a href="http://www.fiverr.com/s/b0rgnd" target="_blank">Fiverr</a><br />
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This is a gig job that you post your talents are and people hire you for as low as 5 dollars. You can increase the dollar amount to how much you want to offer and how long it will take you to do a project. I have earned over 100 dollars helping people with their projects. The link will take you to my custom offer but you can also browse and find jobs people need or even post a job!<br />
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<a href="https://ratracerebellion.com/home/" target="_blank">Rat Race Rebellion</a><br />
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This website does all the work for you! The founders, Christine Durst and Michael Haaren take the time to find legit work at home jobs so you don't have to weed through the scams! I go to this site to find side jobs since I live out in the country, my upload speed isn't very high!<br />
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<a href="https://link.dosh.cash/CWi4CjhOKM" target="_blank">Dosh</a><br />
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This is a phone app where you put in your debit or credit card and each time you use your card as a credit card you get back percentages of your purchases. I have made almost 20 dollars so far and have had it for a month. Click on the link and add a card to get your first $5.<br />
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A phone app that is similar to Dosh but gives you points for food and clothing purchases. It was a life saver this month since everyone wanted pizza. I had over 12,000 points and earned a 10 dollar Dominos pizza gift card for 10,000 points. 1,000 points equals $1.<br />
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This is a great way to make a few bucks by listening to calls and answering questions.<br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depression is a mood disorder that causes a persistent feeling of sadness and loss of interest. Also called major depressive disorder or clinical depression, it affects how you feel, think and behave and can lead to a variety of emotional and physical problems. You may have trouble doing normal day-to-day activities, and sometimes you may feel as if life isn't worth living.</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More than just a bout of the blues, depression isn't a weakness and you can't simply "snap out" of it. Depression may require long-term treatment. But don't get discouraged. Most people with depression feel better with medication, psychotherapy or both.</span></b></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Depression has been a huge part of my life since I can remember. My mom had me see a psychologist when I was 14, the age where you don't know how to deal with life, you are still going through puberty, and on the brink of losing it. She thought I needed to go because I couldn't get along with people. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Honestly, I couldn't.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My dad was stationed in Korea for a year. The army made him gone all the time. My mom had her own issues and my sister was a pre-pubescent 11 year old. I had a lot of emotions. We lived with my grandma at the time and I don't think she enjoyed us living there much. I got into arguments with people all the time, I was bullied for being chubby, and life wasn't easy for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sadness was my prison and I had no clue how to overcome it. I'm now in my late 30s and I still feel like I can't deal with it.</span></div>
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I went online and found <a href="http://www.radicaltransformationproject.com/" target="_blank">this website</a>. The author has a lot of resources to help you deal with depression. I printed out a journal to write in. I also see a therapist every 2 weeks because sometimes I need that professional aspect.</div>
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Some days are better than others and you will always have spouts of depression but having the resources necessary will help you along the way.</div>
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Please, if you have any thoughts of suicide, find someone to talk to even if it is ME, yes, I know you probably don't know me but I know what it feels like to want to end it all. We all need help, we all need a shoulder to cry on. </div>
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Suicide doesn't take away the pain it just gives it to someone else.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-31907457371624782532018-05-01T07:55:00.000-07:002018-05-01T08:10:13.938-07:00Teacher Appreciation WeekI'm becoming more organized these days because I usually forget Teacher Appreciation Week. I decided to make cookies and then went online to find cute labels to add to the bags. I'm pretty crafty and <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/shortyy1980/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> is my go-to for anything I need to make.<br />
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I found these cute labels <a href="http://makebakecelebrate.com/smart-cookies-printable/" target="_blank">HERE</a>. I didn't have time to decorate the cute cookies on the page but the labels fit perfectly!<br />
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The cookies I made are from a recipe I have used for years and they never disappoint. I have doctored the recipe to my liking.<br />
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<a href="https://sites.google.com/site/myperfectlyunperfectlife/chocolate-chip-cookies" target="_blank">Printable Recipe</a><br />
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This picture gives me a lot of emotions. I had never done a baking competition and this was so much fun and it was also a huge headache! We had a team of 4, one of which was a high school student doing college credits. We worried about him but he knocked it out of the ball park! We didn't win but we had a fun day of laughs and drama! The camera crew was our local college station and one of the guys wanted us to have some drama in it so I started talking about how my husband was in the army, had PTSD, is now a trucker who is gone 3 weeks out of the month, and I stay home to take care of our 3 children. I'm sure they will edit the heck out of this day when the show gets shown on TV! I think I will definitely do another one in the future though I hope they tell us what points were knocked off so I can learn what to do/not do in the future.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-2400584912954319412018-04-30T07:40:00.000-07:002018-04-30T07:46:50.435-07:00School, life, and truckers being disrespectfulI haven't been blogging lately because I'm at the end of the semester which means FINALS! I did get a B in my baking final. I think I will get a B in the class overall with my extra credit. Thank God for math resources I found online. Thanks to that I will at least get a B(maybe an A, haha). I don't think I remember ever getting anything above a C in math!<br />
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I also was preparing for weeks for a baking competition that was done at the school. We didn't win but it was fun baking! They wanted us to be dramatic, they wanted it to be similar to the baking competitions they have on Food Network. I decided to talk about how my husband deals with PTSD and he is a trucker and gone a lot while I take care of our 3 kids. I am not sure when they will show it but on the other hand I don't know if I want to watch myself either!<br />
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So, after all this craziness my husband decided to call me this morning at 4:30 a.m. to tell me another trucker took his wallet, stole the money out of it, and then gave it to dispatch trying to play it off like he found it. Unfortunately for him they got him on camera. Who does that? And at the same place of work? I hope the guy gets fired for this. I made a <a href="http://thisperfectlyunperfectlife.blogspot.com/2017/11/truckers-and-respect.html" target="_blank">vlog</a> about how disrespectful truckers can be. I don't get it. Truckers are subjected to possible auto accidents, break ins, lot lizards(prostitutes), and other things that tries to get in the way of making money. Why would they do this to a fellow trucker is beyond me. This is the second time money has been taken out of his wallet by another trucker.<br />
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He's potty trained now so when he goes #2 he insists that I look at it. I think its a boy thing because my oldest did that too when he was his age.<br />
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He also loves to mess with my husband on FaceTime. They will call each other a baby or he will get our son to say some off the wall phrases. It is a never ending cycle with this one.<br />
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I am sad that he's our last but happy because I don't have to potty train anymore!<br />
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I wanted to let my readers know that I will NOT be blogging anything political or anything that would deem offensive. I don't know about y'all but I will get into a blog, even follow their Facebook page because I like what they post, then when election time hits, they want to start in on their views, their opinions, and what they think.<br />
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I really didn't like your page to know what you think about politics. I already have liked the pages the people who talk about politics and that have the same viewpoints as I do.<br />
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I like mommy pages because of the humor, the ideas, and the information that relate to the topic at hand. Some of my favorite bloggers have rubbed me the wrong way when it came to election time and I was really going to stop reading their blogs but I had been such a fan for so long that I just ignore the posts that I don't really care about.<br />
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This is a blog about my life as a mom, wife, student, and future pastry chef! :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-83563581124604620052017-10-03T07:39:00.001-07:002017-10-03T07:39:12.845-07:00Finding side jobsSo I've been on and off with this site called <a href="https://www.fiverr.com/cbaasch12">Fiverr</a>. I have made some decent money since I started last year. It's a great little side job especially if you have some experience in virtual assisting, singing, voice over, and so forth. I started a new gig today and will see if I get anyone to hire me.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-54660486642373056322017-09-24T19:44:00.000-07:002017-09-24T19:44:40.134-07:00Not everyone's cup of teaGrowing up I was the awkward shy one. I was the one who got in trouble for reading while everyone else was in trouble for talking too much. Fast forward I now talk too much and read very little. Since my dad was in the army I didn't try to make many friends, the ones I did make, I kept. As a matter of fact I still talk to them thanks to social media.<br />
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When I became a teenager I only had a handful of friends and I wasn't popular with the guys. I didn't have a boyfriend...(unless you counted a guy I met online and dated for a couple of weeks and broke up because he was too busy with college, yep, I was a senior in high school dating a college guy!) <br />
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After I met and married my first husband I tried to make friends wherever we went, I didn't care who, I just <strike>craved</strike> wanted friends. <br />
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I was fake, I faked who I was, how I was, just to have friends. I wasn't the real me. I also was one to gossip and gossip to the wrong people. If I was friends with someone and we had mutual friends, I would gossip about said friend who wasn't there.<br />
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Typical female drama. And I was eating it up.<br />
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The 10 years I was married to my ex husband I was also the typical "get-together" army wife. I did the parties, the events, and I put together a baby shower. I know that a lot of the wives were nice to me but I knew that they also talked a lot of stuff about me as well. It was a circle, a horrible circle, and we didn't care because our husbands were deployed and we needed each other.<br />
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Fast-forward to after my divorce. I did a lot of soul searching and some reflection of my old ways when I was married to my first husband. I decided to find some of the old "friends" I hung out with and lost touch with. I reached out to a few. One ignored me completely and I know she did because Facebook messenger has this awesome feature that says that it was read. I decided to reach out to the mutual friend and she replied later that day. She said along the lines of "not everyone is their cup of tea and I appreciate you reaching out to me and apologizing" I am assuming that she didn't like my attitude back then and I knew that I wasn't many of the wives "cup of tea" so to speak. I actually reached out to friends who have known me during my marriage and they all agreed that they didn't think I was mean or bitchy at all. I guess I hid my hatred and anger well when I was married to my ex. I thought another one was just ignoring me as well and she replied back months after I sent her a message. She said she was actually looking for me! I was floored. I honestly thought that these women just stopped talking to me because they didn't need me anymore. <br />
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I have gotten rid of a lot of friendships over the years. A lot of the wives were very toxic and most of them ditched other "friends" once the husbands came home after a year deployment. It was like we were "temporary" friends until our men came home and it happened quite a bit.<br />
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I was thinking about this particular subject this morning as I was in church. One of the members that usually would talk to me on a regular basis pretty much gave me a cold shoulder today. The old me would ask mutual friends, wonder why she is so cold towards me, and dwell on it. I did kind of dwell for a bit (ok, all morning) but shrugged it away. I decided to go to her facebook profile to see if I could cancel my request. The add friend button was not lit to click on add friend which means she deleted my request and changed her privacy setting.<br />
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So, yeah, it bothered me. I don't know why it should. The old me would dwell on it for days but I have too many things to dwell on than why someone I hardly know would give me the cold shoulder and delete a friend request.<br />
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I miss the freedom of spontaneity. When I was first married, my husband at the time was stationed in Germany and was gone about 95% of the time in the field. The army had him gone every few months so I took full advantage of it and saw everything I wanted to see. I had gone on trips to Amsterdam, France, and the Black Forest. We were going to go to England and Italy but didn't make time to go. My dad was also stationed here the same time we were so I went on trips with my mom and sister also. I had made friends who had children and they didn't go out much. I didn't want to live like that.
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I actually didn't want children, ok a part of me did, but I enjoyed my child free life. My husband at the time talked to me about having kids when he came back from deployment. I was 24 at the time and I nervously agreed. We tried when he got back and in 3 months time I was pregnant.
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I don't regret my kids, even our surprise third one with my husband now. I know that I will get my freedom back when they all grow up and move out. People tell me I will miss the days when they were little. A part of me will, but the "I love my freedom" part will not!<br />
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What do you miss?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-43424119288824149182017-09-20T09:57:00.000-07:002017-09-20T10:08:55.772-07:00Being Ugly<a href="https://www.bloglovin.com/blog/19096227/?claim=ywxthmzwrvf">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>
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You always hear the saying "God don't like ugly!" and the quote deems true. People are so ugly towards each other and I have to admit that I was like that for years.<br />
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People who have ugly in their heart bring it out in ways that they can't understand and what others can't understand(or maybe try to). I have taught my kids to be kind and considerate towards others and it shows through their words and actions. People come up to me and let me know how amazing they are and it shows pride that I've done a great job. Looking back at myself I wasn't always that way.<br />
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By the time I was 8 my dad joined the army so we moved around, a lot. I made friends here and there but if you grew up in the army life you knew that you'd eventually have to move and we did, every 2-3 years. Thankfully through social media I reconnected with friends from school and we keep up with each other.<br />
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When I met my now ex husband I just was 19, the selfish teenager, and I didn't really care about anyone but myself (my mother reminds me of this). I was spoiled growing up and I showed it from birth to my late 20's. I hated myself, my husband at the time, and just people around me. We had 2 kids from the marriage and I vowed to myself that I would teach my children to love others even when their own mother had an ugly heart. I faked myself into friendships, pretending to be who I wasn't, I faked being in love with someone who I really wasn't in love with, and I faked trying to be the best mom I could to 2 young children.<br />
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I decided to separate from my husband in 2009. I had enough of him and I had enough of being fake. He then decided it was his duty to try to mend it when I had enough of trying to mend it myself. He tried to get me back, tried to get me jealous, anything to get my attention (for once). Nothing worked so he decided to get ugly back and tried to do anything to blackmail me, extort me, whatever it took. Nothing worked that time either. Our divorce was final in 2011. He saw the kids once in awhile when it was convenient for him; paid child support once in awhile when it was convenient for him. When finally the court told him he better step up or he'll be in jail is when he decided to man up. Right now he hasn't seen or spoken to the kids since January of this year. Evidently, he's still trying to fix his "ugly heart".<br />
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Life went on without him, I worked, went to school, and took care of my 2 children. I dated off and on but nothing serious. I met my now husband in the fall of 2012 where he has softened my ugly heart and I mended his. Our relationship wasn't perfect at the beginning but it has really woken me up to seeing myself and my ugly ways, I saw what I never seen before. In myself and others. We got married only a month after, I had told him no a few times when he proposed but he was persistent. He knew what he wanted and honestly I didn't want him to go away. Our family wasn't too thrilled when we told them we eloped nor were they overjoyed when we announced our pregnancy a year later. Our now 3 year old has so much love given to him and he has adapted love and kindness from not only his brother and sister but from my husband and I.<br />
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I'm now in my late 30's and sometimes I wish I could go back to my old self and change things that I never saw before. People say "the past is what made you" which is true to a point. I wish I could be that nicer person I wasn't before. I wish I could make amends with people that I was so mean to before.<br />
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I now go to church on Sundays, attend community group (bible study), and will start attending women's group. I decided I needed to surround myself with good positive people because I want my kids to continue to be the kinds of people that I should have been so many years ago.<br />
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I decided to make this post as an inspiration from a post I read earlier today on a facebook page. A mom was appalled when she saw 2 young kids jumping up and down in the backseat of a car. I kinda giggled to myself but then remembered that a lot of moms these days didn't grow up in the same generation I did. We were never rear faced, my mom actually held me in her arms in the front seat of the car after I was born. Many people argue about the structure of cars then and now and yes, cars were built better back when I was growing up and even before BUT accidents still happened those days also. You can ask anyone who was born before 1990 and ask them about laying on the back dashboard of the car. They will tell you stories!<br />
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I had my son in 2005 and during my pregnancy I read so many things about infants and I asked my mom about it. I showed her all these things you aren't supposed to do and what you are supposed to do. She shook her head and said "This is insane".<br />
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When I first gave my son a bath, she wanted to take pictures because, well, thats what moms did back in the day. I covered up what I needed to and she's like, "Um, what are you doing?" I told her that now you have to cover up the private parts because people are worried about pedophiles and weirdos online if you post it on social media (Myspace was popular at the time). She just rolled her eyes and said "Ok". <br />
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When I was growing up my parents would take pictures of us with unlit cigarettes in our mouths, I believe there is a picture of me holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels to my mouth (the cap was on just FYI). People didn't care about things like that, they thought it was hilarious, and we didn't have the internet or cell phones to entertain us!<br />
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I grew up with my sister and cousins and we made our own entertainment. My cousins had a metal swingset that wasn't anchored to the ground. We also took the plastic pool and put the slide on it and slid down into the pool. We drank from a well water pump, my aunt and uncle had an actual pump for years until they took it out. We lived in a country town in Illinois and we never worried about a thing. My little town has gotten a bit bigger and not as safe as it used to be. <br />
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One thing is for certain, every generation is going to be different, every mom is going to be different. We aren't perfect moms and our moms weren't perfect either. We all just thought what we were doing was the best we could do for our children.<br />
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When you see that new mom struggling, ask her for help, don't criticize her for what she is doing. Don't tell her what she should do, ask her what you can do to help. We all were her at one time.<br />
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Love each other because moms need it, we all need it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-46482295747764743192017-08-10T09:38:00.001-07:002017-08-10T09:38:05.677-07:00I'm back!So I totally forgot I had this blog and made another one the other day...oops...<br />
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Well, I'm back and I'm ready to blog some more. I'm thinking about vlogging as well. Stay tuned for posts soon!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-125543385178610532015-05-28T19:50:00.001-07:002015-05-28T19:50:49.743-07:00Time marches onThis year makes me feel quite old...why you ask? Well, the class that is graduating this year are the ones that were born when I was almost a senior myself! <br />
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Next year is going to make me feel even older!<br />
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My sister-in-law graduated tonight from high school as well as a friend of mine's daughter. In no time flat my son will be graduating(do NOT remind me, he's only going to be 10 this year!)<br />
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Next year I will post my graduation picture, I just have to remind myself to do so..you know I'm getting more forgetful in my age!<br />
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My husband, who is 6 years younger than I am, never forgets to remind me how old I am. Next year he will be 30 and its totally on for sure, he will have a birthday he'll never forget!<br />
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Congratulations Class of 2015, don't do stupid things like getting married too young and not graduating college! Live your life and make it amazing!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-68081493774554036532015-05-28T10:47:00.002-07:002015-05-28T10:52:01.131-07:00You! To the Principals office!I had always been a pretty good student, always trying to stay out of trouble, the shy one...though my friends would probably laugh at that. My senior year of high school I wanted it to be memorable so I joined clubs, kept busy, ect. My principal at that time was also the principal when I was in grade school so he knew me well and considering I came from a very small town with a small school he still knew who I was.<br />
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We had this irritable emotional pregnant PE teacher. She was a pain in the ass, she would bitch at us at every cost. I hated PE and I used it as a social class. I don't remember much about what happened but a friend of mine and I gave her attitude, things were said and she screamed to us about seeing the principal. I laughed under my breath because I had known him for so many years so I knew he'd tell us to be nice.<br />
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I was wrong.<br />
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We were made to do Saturday detention. I had never had detention before. I was expelled from school one time because I punched a little punk out for calling me a fat whale. <br />
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Saturday detention wasn't too bad, the teacher that gave it pretty much saw it as a waste of time considering he decided to ask us questions and if we got them right we got to go home.<br />
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One day I'll tell you more about my adventures from the class of 1998.<br />
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I want to share with my readers something that affects about 18 percent of the United States, it is anxiety. <br />
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Anxiety is nothing to joke about, it is nothing to look down on people about. It is real and it is one of the most common mental illness.<br />
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When I first experienced anxiety I was a senior in high school. I had no clue what was going on. When it hit me I felt like I was ran over by a semi truck. I thought I was going to black out, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't function. I felt overwhelmed by a force that wasn't there.<br />
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It went away for awhile until I started my freshman year of college. I lived in the dorm and had a very psychotic roommate. She was ok as long as she was high on weed but when she was off she was not a force to be reckoned with. She would throw things around our room, she would yell, threaten, but fortunately she never hit me, I don't know why she never did and really didn't want to know why.<br />
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After my first semester I had enough so I moved down to Georgia to live with my parents. My dad was stationed down there. My anxiety subsided for awhile..or so I thought. I was driving down the road with my sister when it hit again. Driving while having an anxiety attack was not fun. I would never want anyone to experience what I had experienced that day. After that my sister knew when I was having one. She would talk to me and it helped blow over. Driving was the worst and that was when I started having driving anxiety.<br />
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My illness got worse even after I got married. I went to doctors, therapists, and it seemed that nothing was working. Medicine helped for awhile but it kind of just helped my depression more than my anxiety. My first marriage was a disaster, it did not help my anxiety or depression. That marriage lasted for a mere 10 years. <br />
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After that time I lost over 60 lbs and then my anxiety started declining and I was able to drive with little to no problem. I still have problems driving on the interstate or where ever there is a lot of traffic and cars. My now husband does not understand driving anxiety, he will never understand. People who never experienced this will never understand the anguish we go through every day. We don't have to be driving or even in the car to experience it. It could happen just by being at home. I remember having them frequently when I was first married. I guess that should have been a red flag right? <br />
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All joking aside though I still have them, I don't have them as much, and I hope one day they go away completely so I can have my life back. I want to be able to drive where ever I choose without having that suffocating feeling come and go. I want to be able to enjoy driving again like when I was 16.<br />
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If you never experienced these issues please don't look down on others who do. You never know if one day you experience them yourself.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-73332413902277971272015-04-29T10:26:00.003-07:002015-04-29T10:26:57.942-07:00When you think everything is going as plannedSo nothing in my life has gone as I planned when I was growing up but thats normal right? I was going to go to college, graduate, and maybe settle down, get married, and have children. <br />
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Boy was I wrong.<br />
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Really wrong.<br />
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Like, "Are you a complete dumbass?" wrong.<br />
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My freshman year of college was a flop, my roommate was a drug addict and I almost was thrown up against the wall of our shared room when she wasn't high. I eventually moved home with my parents and tried to get through what I could.<br />
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I chose the wrong major and changed it which also changed my course of my college education.<br />
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I married the first guy who paid attention to my chubby nerdy self.<br />
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Well this post just is dreadful...<br />
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Why should I continue on?<br />
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It is sad and pathetic! I want to be a guest blogger and I am writing a post like this?<br />
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Screw that! No one needs to read about depressing silly nonsense!<br />
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But...maybe...no..I know..that I'm not the only one who has gone through something like this. <br />
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We live, we learn, we try and change our ways, our lives, our behavior. We stop judging one another and start loving one another.<br />
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We learn that the past makes us who we are today. My third baby was a surprise. I was done after my 2, got rid of my first husband, moved on, and never thought I'd marry again. He isn't perfect but he made me a better person than who I used to be. <br />
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What I want to say is this: Not everyone does what they plan on doing in the future. My days of fantasizing about being spontaneous, doing whatever I wanted, going where ever I wanted is replaced by taking care of 3 children and a husband that does anything to make me happy. My life isn't perfect, it is definitely not what I thought it would be and I'm okay with that.<br />
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I'd like to meet someone who has their life exactly as planned from day one. We should have coffee together.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-42483607267891610822015-04-21T20:12:00.001-07:002015-04-21T20:12:20.048-07:00Picky Picky!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I have come up with ways to make menu plans but they ALWAYS seem to fall through the cracks. I'll have the perfect dinner all planned out and when I come to I will have a groan coming either from my loving husband or 10 year old son. My daughter is my foodie mini-me, she will eat sushi with me! I am still brainstorming my meal plan that will work for my family of 5 without the groaning, complaining, the going to bed without dinner attitude. I will share with you my plan of attack once I get it all together!<br />
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My 1 year old, he will pretty much eat anything! Green beans are his absolute favorite!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-38253572136261312222015-04-21T19:38:00.000-07:002015-04-21T19:38:45.666-07:00Ways to make money online1. Make money online with <a href="https://www.blogger.com/www.swagbucks.com/refer/cbaasch12">Swagbucks</a>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565878204602083669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260489741050839739.post-82697362771470269292015-04-21T18:47:00.001-07:002015-04-21T18:47:55.911-07:00Pampers diapers!I love these diapers and they are great for my baby boy's behind! Amazon has great deals! Check out this product and see for yourself!
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