tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40927691891356815012024-02-08T11:52:30.430-08:00Manolos Runneth Over"You put high heels on and you change." Manolo Blahnik.
All you have to do to change your life is to change your thought process about it. It's as easy as putting on a pair of heels.
"People walk differently in high heels. Your body sways to a different kind of tempo" Manolo Blahnik.
Follow my blog as I share my experiences of 'living in the abundance'.
Welcome to Manolos Runneth Over
Written by: Sarah Dadey, Motivational Speaker/Life Coach
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-75154698881685429932015-10-05T10:40:00.000-07:002015-11-15T14:31:19.998-08:00Any Old Road (Will Take You There)
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This is the abridged story of my family's two-year journey
to a successful liver transplant for our mother. In the months leading up to
October 2013, I would call my mom in Colorado from my home in New York. No
matter what time of day it was, my mom would sound like she was just waking up.
I would ask her if she was sleeping and she would deny it.</div>
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In November 2013, my mom started mentioning that she was
putting on “weight”. So much weight in fact that she told me she could no
longer fit in her Audi TT, wear her pants, or tie her shoes! Mom had always
been holistic in her approach to health; she preferred a more natural route. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So when I questioned why she wasn’t
going to a doctor, she told me she was seeing a chiropractor. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A chiropractor?</i> As I grew more and more
concerned for her, she would tell me to not share my concerns with anyone. With
each conversation more glimpses of what she was going through came to light:
extreme fatigue, a swollen abdomen, legs & feet, the inability to walk.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I carried this
burden with me, silently, until one day when I ran into my sister-in-law, Joan,
at the grocery store. Joan is a R.N. and when she asked me how my mom was doing,
a routine question, I just broke down in tears. I shared with her my mom’s
condition and my grave concern. Immediately she directed me to do anything and
everything I could to get my mom to a hospital. Hearing Joan’s concern, made
mom’s condition real. I went home and used Google to research all my mom’s
symptoms and 'Liver Cirrhosis' was all over the screen. I called mom and asked
if her chiropractor had mentioned cirrhosis of the liver; she hung up on me. </div>
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A week before Christmas, my mom woke up because she couldn’t
breath. For the first time since her symptoms began, she took action and drove
herself to the hospital 2 blocks from her home and was immediately admitted.
The doctors diagnosed mom with stage-four Primary Biliary Cirrhosis (PBC).
After opening our Christmas gifts at home in NY, I left my three kids and husband
and flew to be with her.</div>
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I spent the two weeks of the holiday with mom. We set up
doctor’s appointments and enjoyed each other’s company. Mom started seeing an
actual doctor for the first time in fourteen years. There were many thoughts
between us about the severity of her health issues and how she was going to get
through it. Mom's attitude never waivered. She was determined to live for her
kids and grandkids and refused to accept any other prognosis. Even when her
body was shutting down and her blood pressure was dangerously low, she remained
positive. </div>
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In February 2014, my husband, kids and I took our yearly ski
vacation to Colorado. While my husband and children were on the slopes I was
attending doctor’s appointments with mom. I asked her new doctor to 'give it to
me straight' and to tell me what exactly we were facing. He told me that mom had
6-18 months to live. </div>
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Just days into our vacation, mom's hemoglobin count was
shockingly low at five and she was admitted into Boulder Community Hospital. When
it was time for us to return to NY, mom was still hospitalized. My husband,
Mark and my oldest son, Mitchel took their return flight home and my
two-younger children and I stayed in Colorado. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I instantly became my mother's voice, her
caretaker. I spent endless hours talking to doctors and nurses. I spent hours
at her bedside to comfort her. My sister would come get the kids after work
each day to give them a break from the chaos. Those eighteen days in the
hospital were a roller-coaster ride. It seemed like each day the doctors would
tell us she wouldn’t make it through the night. She didn't just have PBC
anymore, the side effects started to literally kill her. She had continual
internal bleeding in her distressed intestines, she was experiencing high
spikes of ammonia levels in her blood, which made her act out of her mind, and
she was retaining over 100 pounds of fluid.</div>
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Even though the doctors told us their opinion on her time
left on earth and also thought her chances of being transplanted were slim due
to her age of sixty-five. We took a chance and set up an appointment with the
liver transplant team at Porter Adventist Hospital in Denver. They discharged
her from Boulder Community so she could go through the required 2-day testing
at Porter. We were surprised and excited that they accepted mom on their Colorado
region transplant list! </div>
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The kids and I stayed in Boulder with mom for the following
three months. Mom couldn’t drive and her appointments and procedures were
getting more and more frequent. She had too many blood transfusions to count!
She had an endoscopic procedure to stall her internal bleeding done almost
twice a month! That June, my cousin, Jill came out from Illinois to care for mom
and give me a break. This allowed the kids and I to go home and see my husband
and son. It was awesome to be back in our house and all together again, but
within two weeks mom went into septic shock and had to be hospitalized again; I
returned to Colorado with my young ones.</div>
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I didn’t know what the future held or when I was going to be
able to go back home. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My new life
as her caregiver was as uncertain as her life as a terminal patient. The kids
and I made the best of our time anyway we could. My brother and sister would
take care of mom on the weekends and the kids and I would spend time with our
friends in the area. But the grim outlook into mom's recovery was haunting.
It's nearly impossible to lead a normal life away from your home while dealing
with a dying parent. </div>
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Mom's condition got worse by the day. They tried to place a
stint in her liver to relieve the pressure on her intestines but it
failed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The doctors told us, they had
never seen a case like hers and didn’t know what else do. She was still
bleeding internally and they were becoming uncertain if a liver transplant
would even help anymore. On top of all that, the team of doctors broke the news
to us that she would likely not live long enough to see a transplant in
Colorado. This was obviously devastating to all of us, all of us except
mom!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was steadfast in her
belief that everything was going to be okay. She said any bad news she heard
was "just noise" and that she was going to get her new liver and live
for 25 more years! Mom believed this with all of her heart. </div>
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While we were waiting to get mom’s blood drawn one day, I
sparked a conversation with a couple in the waiting room. They shared their
story how the husband received his new liver in Atlanta, GA. They told us that
the wait time for liver transplants were shorter in the southern states. </div>
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My mom would repeat over and over how she wanted to live, so
that’s the direction we headed. I looked up the hospital in Atlanta that the
couple had told me about and I read that they didn’t accept patients with
internal bleeding. As I continued to search for transplant centers in the
south, I thought about how my favorite bluegrass band, Balsam Range, had been
nominated for a bunch of awards through the IBMA. The awards ceremony, which
takes place in October in Raleigh, NC, was an event my mom attended every year
before she became ill. Just for fun I searched the Internet for transplant
centers in North Carolina in the hopes to combine the appointments needed to
get on a transplant list with a chance to attend the music ceremony. How awesome
would it be if mom and I could look forward to something we both wanted to do?</div>
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The Carolinas Medical Center in Charlotte popped up on my screen.
Internal bleeding was listed as the number one reason to get a transplant. I
called to inquire about setting up the appointments necessary to get mom on
their transplant list and tried to schedule them around the time of the IBMA's.
I was able to schedule the necessary appointments, but making it to Raleigh for
the IMBAs was not going to be possible. Mom was becoming weaker and weaker and an
event as big as IBMA was just going to be too much. </div>
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After having my family live apart for six months, mom and I
decided it was best that she move in with me, in LaFayette, NY. We packed up
her house, put it up for rent and in August 2014 we all were together in my
home. </div>
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In October it was time to fly to Charlotte for our first
appointment with their transplant team. The night before in the hotel both mom
and I were feeling empty. We were at each other’s throats because we were
questioning why we were even here in North Carolina. Mom described it as ‘the
blind leading the blind’. It was like we were playing doctor because neither of
us knew what the hell we were doing, we uprooted her from her home, moved her
2000 miles away and now were chasing a dream. </div>
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When her new doctor entered the room, he sat down across
from us. His first question was, “Why did you choose our transplant center
here?” We both were coy and then I replied embarrassed, “I was following a
bluegrass band.” What he said to us next could only be the work of God. He
said, “Well you came to the right place. Here in North Carolina we award MELD
points to patients that have historically low sodium levels like you have. We
can get you a new liver in a few weeks.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">WHAT?!?!
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See mom’s MELD (Model for End-Stage Liver Disease) score had
always been between 8-14. In the state of Colorado and also in New York State they are short on donors, so patients have a MELD score of 30-33 (death-bed
sick) before they’re at the top of the list and can receive a life saving liver
transplant. In the southern states they are transplanting patients with a MELD
score around 22. In North Carolina they realize that although a MELD score can
calculate low some patients, like my mom, have all the symptoms of stage four
liver cirrhosis and if a patient has a historically low sodium level they
grant you MELD score points up to 22, putting you at the top of their list. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Who knew?</i><u><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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Elated, we left his office filled with hope, joy, and pure
shock! We would return to New York and begin packing our lives up again. We
needed to be local to be able to be at the hospital within hours of getting the
call that they had a donor liver for her. Mom rented a furnished apartment in
Morrisville, NC and my two younger kids and I left Mark and Mitchel once again and
drove to NC with mom. </div>
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Once in North Carolina, we had to get acquainted with the area.
It was tough being there as we didn’t know anyone. At the beginning of December
we looked forward to seeing my cousin Molly Tuttle open for Balsam Range (the
band that lead us to NC originally) in their hometown of Canton, NC. </div>
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Back in July when I saw Balsam Range in Lyons, Colorado, one
of the band members had asked when they’d see us again. At that time, I didn’t
know my mom would even be seeking a new transplant center. I replied to him,
“I’ll see you with Molly in December in North Carolina.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Why would I have said that?</i> I had no intention of traveling before
Christmas; at least I didn't think so! Our drive up the Blue Mountains to their
show was surreal. I had spoken my plans into fruition six months prior. We took
it as a sign from God that we were exactly where we needed to be. </div>
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Time seemed to stand still for the next few weeks. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were told mom was at the top of the
list, but it was hard not to be discouraged. The kids and I missed our family
and our normal lives. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mitchel and
Mark came to us for Christmas, but after that things just went back to our
'new' norm. The only time I could get mom out of the house was to go see Balsam
Range. We were able to see them a total of three more times until February 2<sup>nd</sup>
when the phone rang and we got the news the hospital had a donor.</div>
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It had only been nine weeks we were in North Carolina and
mom received a healthy young liver from a generous 20-year-old donor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everyone has a journey. You must decide
to walk it. You must trust that God will guide you each step of the way. He
will use people as vessels and give you signs to follow. Don’t give up. </div>
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I dedicate my story to the Caregivers who get their loved
ones from sickness to health. I stand with you. Also, to the Coalition for
Organ Distribution Equality (CODE), who are advocating for transplant equity –
ensuring that where you live does not determine whether you live or die waiting
for an organ.</div>
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Lastly, please celebrate with me, that just a year later, Julia’s
Grandma Got a Liver! #dontwasteyourinsides</div>
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eE7-DREEBxU">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eE7-DREEBxU</a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-23995622150711161022014-01-08T10:20:00.003-08:002014-01-08T20:27:31.057-08:00GET YOURS!Today I celebrate my 39th birthday. I returned home yesterday to my loving husband after a two week trip. When he asked me what I wanted for a gift, my only thought was, "him." Two weeks away from your loved one will do a couple things for you. One it will make you concupiscent and two it will give you time to step back and reflect on your relationship.<br>
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Over the last few years and probably having a lot to do with our age, some of our friends are finding themselves single again. The stories that go along with this new found "freedom" will force married couples to look into their own union. Not just are our single, separated, or divorce friends having a wild time. Our married friends are sharing stories of boredom, frustration, and tales of their stale love lives.<br>
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Don't we get married to share our lives with our best friend, have kids, and to have sex everyday? Or was that just me?<br>
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Married couples need to 'get theirs'. You're giving "marriage" a bad rap. I took a parenting class sixteen years ago and one of the things I remember them saying was that "the family is the husband and wife and the kids are just welcomed members of that said family." It's time to stop making excuses and start looking inward at the relationship that started it all.<br>
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I am a believer in marriage. I don't believe we all have to live by the same rules, but it should be ideal if it's your idea.<br>
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Even in 'those shoes' you can get yours.<br>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qoivS9nbrc<br>Kirsty MacColl <u>In These Shoes?</u><br>
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<br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-34434363568168632542013-12-31T17:45:00.001-08:002013-12-31T17:45:13.838-08:00RAVISHINGAs 2013 comes to a close, I first celebrate the extra two hours I've been given by spending the evening on MST rather than on EST. I sit here with this gracious gift of time on my mother's front porch overlooking the park. A couple lays intertwined on the grass. Both dressed in black from head to toe. They switch positions, taking turns spooning the other, never letting go. Maybe it's an art exhibit? Hell, it is Boulder. Nonetheless, watching them moves me to tears.<div><br></div><div>Love comes in many forms. In 2013, I loved. What else is there? I reflect on the year and have no regrets. It's like a death, I glorify the good in the year and nothing else matters. No thought is wasted.</div><div><br></div><div>I took risks in 2013. Even up to these last few days of the year, I had everything I ever wanted. People that came in and out of my life, events that occurred, causes I fought for; I gave myself unselfishly. I utterly loved wholeheartedly.</div><div><br></div><div>In the future, if I find myself looking back on 2013 I will only see raw beauty. Like the couple laying in the park, in the coolness of December locked in an embrace. Ravishing.</div><div><br></div><div>What's in store for me in 2014? I have no clue, except for the history of my life, tells me it's going to be the best yet. Damn! Why would I allow it to be anything less.</div><div><br></div><div>Cheers!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-37140547292612789632013-12-13T14:40:00.000-08:002013-12-13T14:40:57.241-08:00PLEASING<!--StartFragment-->
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As
my kids and I were fitting the last pieces into the puzzle we had been working
on for the past couple of days, we got down to the very final three. We all looked
around. <i>Where were they?</i> One was in my hand. One was hidden in his hand and
one in hers. Laughter erupted as we realized each of us was reserving a piece.
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the same feeling we get when we are the first to dig into a new jar of peanut
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scraping needed. Or when you plug in the lights on the family’s Christmas tree.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-46162330881179126362013-11-19T11:28:00.002-08:002013-11-20T18:46:50.307-08:00PLAYLIST<!--StartFragment-->
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My friend and I were driving to Atlantic City for the
weekend and she had her iPod hooked up to the car speakers so we could listen
to music all the way down. As each song played she’d say, “Oh, this is my
favorite song.” or “Oh, I love this song!” After several tracks I finally said,
“Of course you love every song, they’re your favorites! It’s YOUR playlist!” We
both busted out laughing.</div>
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The playlists we put together bring us joy, even comfort.
They alter our mood. I love that about music. It can get our adrenaline flowing
so we can rock that elliptical. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Relax
us so we can fall asleep. It can get us in the mood; to clean the house, for
romance or to dance around the kitchen like a badass bitch. Whatever the effect
our music has on us, we’ve chosen those songs that bring out something in
ourselves.</div>
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The same goes for our life choices. We had several choices.
We choose. There is no reason to feel sorry for you. Forget this “pity, pity
me” crap. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If whatever you choose
is no longer serving you, swipe and click the delete button. Maybe you
downloaded a song because a friend suggested it or you made a life decision
based on what you thought society expected of you. Only you know what’s best
for you. You have the power to create your life. You deserve only the best life
has to offer. Whether it’s a huge life change that needs to be made or if
you’re like me and it’s a $1.29 song you just downloaded, but turns out the
lyrics don't particularly speak to you, DELETE IT. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-65270965657053031592013-11-14T13:08:00.001-08:002013-11-14T13:08:51.880-08:00SNOW DAYS<p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">We had our first few days of </span><span class="s2">snow this week</span><span class="s2">. I don’t ski, sled, snowshoe or snowmo</span><span class="s2">bile. I dislike scraping off the car </span><span class="s2">windows, pouring washer fluid in my car and driving on icy roads. During these next few months the four happiest people and two of the most delighted dogs wil</span><span class="s2">l be in all their glory</span><span class="s2">:</span><span class="s2"> my family.</span><span class="s2"> Their wet and muddy shoes, clothes, and equipment will be thrown all over our home. Their paws will leave marks and their wet fur will stink. Our checking account balance will decrease as we purchase all that is needed for them to enjoy the snowy months to the fullest. Our getaways won’t be to sunny beaches but just </span><span class="s2">the opposite, to ski resorts. To top it off</span><span class="s2">, </span><span class="s2">the days will be shorter and the sun w</span><span class="s2">ill hide in the cloudy cold skies</span><span class="s2">.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I will have no other choice but to make the best of it. So I will. I will drink an extra </span><span class="s2">cup of </span><span class="s2">joe</span><span class="s2"> while staring out into the</span><span class="s2"> snow globe. I will scrap</span><span class="s2">e</span><span class="s2"> my windows and fill my washer fluid. ‘I am woman. Hear me roar!’ I will enjoy my time home alone every weekend while my family hits the slopes. I will deep clean my house in a way I cannot do while the kids are at home. I will read, read and read some more as I sit in the lodge every Monday while the kids enjoy time with their friends. I won’t even miss not having access to the Intern</span><span class="s2">et there, I will write with pen or pencil.</span><span class="s2"> I will light candles. I will soak in my hot bubbly </span><span class="s2">whirlpool. </span><span class="s2">I will find the good in the dead of winter. For I know, the snow will </span><span class="s2">eventually </span><span class="s2">melt</span><span class="s2"> into spring</span><a name="_GoBack"></a><span class="s2">.</span></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-80703509913899612892013-11-04T09:14:00.003-08:002013-11-04T09:14:54.622-08:00VISION <br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">Every year around this time I start repeating myself to my kids; "Go upstairs, take a garbage bag, and give what you don't play with anymore to make room for what Santa may bring you." So Friday we spent some time doing just that. I was able to fill two bags of clothes I no longer wear. Actually, I was motivated because I just scored six new dresses and did some early “Christmas shopping” for myself at Victoria’s Secret the day before, so I needed to make room myself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">Saturday night my husband and I were on a date and we were having our typical date night conversation regarding our 5-yr plan, where/when/if we are going to move, where we want to retire, where we want to travel next.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">I can't remember what was said right before this, but my husband asked me, "Sarah are you happy?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">This too is a conversation starter that we have had on more than one occasion. What is it about me that gives-off the impression I’m not happy? When I reflect on my life I truly want for nothing. I see myself as very fortunate. Happy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">A few years ago my mother was visiting us and my husband who is very affectionate pulled me over for a hug while I was trying to get dinner on the table. I gave him a half-hearted hug and then went on to finish the chore. My husband turned to my mom and joked, “Your daughter isn’t very mushy.” My mom responded, “As a baby Sarah never needed much attention, hugs or kisses. She was always just happy wherever she was with a smile on her face.” This observation about my being was a true “Aha!” moment. She got me. Ultimately my husband does get me too, and more than that, he appreciates my “lets create the life we want, who’s to say we can’t have it all” attitude. It challenges him; the limitations people tend to set for themselves. I am happy where my life is right at this moment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';">So why am I always wanting to change things up? Because I can! Why not? If we only live once and we can create our own lives then why are so many people remaining stagnate? Create a vision board today! Put on that board everything you ever wanted. Add to it as your dreams develop. The possibilities of what can be achieved are endless. We live in a world full of abundance, take advantage. Wanting to play the game of life doesn’t mean you’re not happy. It means you are savvy enough to see that there is plenty to go around, so why not take your share.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-61008722450833959762013-10-21T12:02:00.000-07:002013-10-21T13:35:34.908-07:00REUNION<!--StartFragment-->
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<span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">As I was
perusing the photos on Facebook from my 20<sup>th</sup> reunion, which I
couldn’t attend, I read this beautiful comment posted by a fellow classmate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Tonight I attended my 20-year high school
reunion. I walked away with many aha moments. Tonight I was able to affirm what
I know to be true. People have an innate goodness within them. Humans want to
connect and feel loved and valued. As you age, you are able to see into each
other's souls. When you reconnect as adults, the pettiness and judgments are
gone. Instead, you share the trials and successes. You SEE each other for the
first time as REAL people with feelings and dreams. The only thing that matters
is the journey that you all took together and that is worth celebrating. I
wonder what high school would have been like if I had known that then...what if
we all saw each other's hearts? What would that world look like? I think it
would be pretty blissful!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>~Natalie
McGovern<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I had to
grab my yearbook just now to help me remember who Natalie is. We never hung-out
and I’m wondering now if we even liked each other in high school. All telling from
her comment, by the way she talks, I bet we’d be good friends if our paths
crossed today. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Reunions
use to be unique in the fact that there was a night every 5-10 years; you could
revisit your past. With Facebook now, revisiting your past is as easy as
sending a friend request. All the unknowns from the past could come to light if
we so dared asked the questions: Why weren’t we friends? Why did we ever
break-up? Why did you do this or that? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">The distinction between the
past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion ~Albert
Einstein<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I believe all those “aha
moments” are fuel for our soul. I assume Natalie’s present day was not altered
by all the “aha moments” she experienced at the reunion. Clearly by her words she
just found peace in the resolve. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">If we knew then what we know
now, obviously we wouldn’t be who we are today. Revisiting the past doesn’t
change our lives, but seeing things in hindsight can bring us peace. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I tend to believe that most
things are best left in the past, but if there is an unanswered question that
is keeping you from moving on; SEEK THE ANSWER. We are only whole when all the
pieces are put together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #2a313e; font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Lucida Grande"; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Once I knew only darkness
and stillness…my life was without past or future…but a little word from the
fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart
leaped to the rapture of living. ~Helen Keller</span><o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-13837311142370734762013-10-07T11:14:00.001-07:002013-10-07T12:00:08.376-07:00THE PINK LIGHT<!--StartFragment-->
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In
2000, after a relationship I was in ended. I met my ex for brunch. As he was
telling me about his new girlfriend my young self meekly asked, “What does
she have that I don’t?” His reply was, “She has her degree.” <i> <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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That
comment stuck with me for sometime, until I was on a date with someone new. I
found myself insecure that night. I could tell my date was into me, but I
couldn’t figure out why. He was working on his second masters’ degree and I still
held just two associates degrees. I said to him, “Doesn’t it bother you that
I’m less educated than you are?” His reply was, “No. I’ve just sat at a desk
more hours than you have.” <i>Wow.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I learned from those encounters and eventually acquired a few “tricks” on the way. In 2003, I found myself going
into a second interview. I left the first interview feeling a bit intimidated
by the size and demeanor of the man that would be my future boss. I practiced
color psychology on him, going into that second interview. I pictured myself
surrounded in the white light of protection. I pictured him surrounded in pink
light. Pink has a calming effect and picturing people in a pink light helps one
relax. When I arrived at the interview, I realized the power we each have in
steering our own feelings in a positive direction. I walked into his office and
guess what this 300+lb. man was wearing? A pink shirt! The interview went great
and I was hired.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s
funny what we take in and let change us. Our experiences and interactions with
others do make us who we are today, but we can choose which ones to own and
which ones to release. These experiences I had shaped me into the person I am
today, one that sees all people, no matter their backgrounds, as equal. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m
no longer easily intimidated. People are people, not their titles or “image.”
I’ve been in large rooms full of powerful politicians and decision makers. I’ve
been on stage with famous authors and celebrities. In these rooms when the
excitement of a person’s presence fills others with feelings of awe and
admiration, that inevitably turns the perspective of themselves, into
feelings of insecurity and unworthiness, I feel empowered. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There’s
never a reason to feel less than. When you find yourself feeling this way, try
color psychology. When you’re in that room and feeling impressed by one of the
other guests, make your way over and spark up a conversation. Who knows what
you’ll learn and how you will evolve from that interaction. After all, we’re
all equals.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-22692279648188867752013-09-26T08:25:00.002-07:002013-09-27T09:22:12.519-07:00Neuroplasticity<!--StartFragment-->
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Three
nights ago, I heard from a friend that she was reading my blog. In jest she was
calling me a Pollyanna and was “sick of all my dreamy stories.” Continuing with
her comedy bit, she suggested I switch things up a bit and write about porn. So here it goes...<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b> P.O.R.N. (Positively</b></span> Optimistically
Render Neuroplasticity)<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<i>(O.k. my 7-yr-old daughter
just walked over and read my screen and started singing “Porn in the U.S.A. I was Porn in the U.S.A….”
Look what I will do for my readers.)<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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P.O.R.N.,
Neuroplasticity is a science that proves that our thoughts can change the
structure and function of our brains. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I
have been living in my happy bubble, but yesterday it popped. It started by
listening to gossip. Then digging further into that gossip. Then believing that
gossip. Feeling overwhelmed about the gossip. Then suddenly, I was in a dark
hole feeling helpless. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Since
I let all that crap in, yesterday went like this; I woke up and had a ridiculous
fight (about NOTHING) with my husband in which I was signing so fiercely (He is
Deaf) that I scratched a huge gauge into my forehead. I then called out an
acquaintance on Facebook, for lying and all it did was made me feel bad about
myself. I went to grab milk for the dinner I was making for 20 kids, and my
debit card strip wouldn’t run through their machine, so I had to go to my car
and scrap up change and in turn held up the entire line. I got home late
last night and finally had time to eat my dinner, but as I was moving the plate
from the kitchen to the table, it dropped!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know
that if I wouldn’t have let-in all that negative talk and I wouldn’t have let
it fester inside my head, my day yesterday would have been much different. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We
need to choose our thoughts carefully and only take-in what will P.O.R.N. If we
don’t, we will continue to have bad days. Pollyannas will annoy us, instead of
inspire us and our happy bubble will be harder to blow back up. <o:p></o:p></div>
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On
those inevitable bad days, when the migraine sets in, take the advice of Louise
L. Hay from her book <u>You Can Heal Your Life </u>and masturbate that pain
away, she advises it’s a surefire solution and I believe it falls under P.O.R.N., so it’s a Win. Win.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-84967507951636057362013-09-23T12:05:00.002-07:002013-09-24T13:09:55.983-07:00GUILT BY ASSOCIATION: SURROUNDING YOURSELF WITH WHAT/WHOM BRINGS YOU JOY<!--StartFragment-->
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There were a few weeks before summer when the kids and I
were doing almost weekly sleepovers at our friends home just 30 miles from our
house. My husband was putting in several hours a week at work and the kids and
I would find ourselves having dinner, hanging out and staying over night; a
mini getaway for a change of scenery. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">My
name is Sarah. I’m 38-years-old and I still slumber party. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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One night my overly exhausted, over worked husband spouted,
“Life’s not a vacation, Sarah.” I took a deep breath as I knew my husband
really didn’t mind the kids and I getting out of the house. He was getting home
after we were all in bed those nights anyway, so there was no neglect to claim.
My typically witty self, declared, “Why not?”</div>
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It wasn’t two weeks after this exchange that our family was
on vacation in beautiful Colorado. My husband and I were looking at properties
with our real estate agent and he was painting a lovely picture for us. He told
us “Living in Colorado was like being on vacation everyday<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">.” Insert the exchange of winks.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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There is something about Colorado that just makes you feel
happy. The sun shines over 300 days a year. People tend to be more active;
hiking, biking, skiing, rock climbing, running, yoga in the park and the list
goes on. Also, people tend to be health conscience; ‘organic’ is the name of
the game. There’s also a sense that the entire state is environmentally conscience
and you better be too or it’s going to cost you at least .10 a bag. </div>
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Our family spends time in Colorado at least once a year. You
can’t help but to feel happy there. This time, I came back with a game plan for
my future and my husband came back announcing our family will go vegan. </div>
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There are places and people that uplift us. It’s our
responsibility to surround ourselves with what brings us joy and block out the
things that don’t. Explore the world and bring the best parts back home. Meet
and engage with new people often. Keep in your life the friendships that
encourage you to evolve into an even better individual and wish well the ones
who won’t.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“Love the life you live, live the life you love.” –Bob Marley<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-19095318397389737222013-09-19T12:16:00.000-07:002013-09-21T15:46:51.312-07:00POSITIVE ENERGY A WIN WIN<!--StartFragment-->
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When
you’re enthusiastic about what you do, you feel this positive energy. It’s very
simple. –Paulo Coelho <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Positive
energy builds a positive community.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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I
went to school to become a sign language interpreter. I worked as an
interpreter for several years before my husband and I decided we’d serve our family
better by my staying home. This shift in my life gave me an opportunity to
reevaluate my passions. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Most
people go to work for the paycheck. They may be great at what they do, but is
it something they’d choose to do over “their dream job”? <o:p></o:p></div>
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If
you listed all the things you were passionate about and all of your hobbies, is
there one thing on that list you’re getting paid to do? If not, act! You could
start working towards a career change today and in the meantime volunteer your
free time doing something your enthusiastic about. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Obtain a positive
energy flow.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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I’m
passionate about: Education, Politics, and Energy Work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My
hobbies are: Entertaining, Public speaking, and Travel. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Looking
at my list I guess my ideal job for pay would be an International Educational
Lobbyist or at least playing one on T.V. <i>I’m going to have to see
if such an opportunity exist and is available</i>. Until, I obtain that job, I
will continue to volunteer my free time to each of these areas. This is exactly
how I’m been able to sustain a positive energy flow in my own life: teaching,
advocating for students, acting, public speaking, traveling, working on
campaigns, writing, and the list goes on. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Try
this! List your passions and your hobbies. If you’re not getting paid to do
what’s on your list, then volunteer your time doing something that excites you... until you're raking in the big bucks. The saying isn’t ‘take care of your own’, it’s
“It takes a village”. Give back. It’s a WIN WIN! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-2121375108493812832013-09-18T14:29:00.001-07:002013-09-18T19:13:18.271-07:00NOW BOARDING<!--StartFragment-->
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Twelve years ago, I was a 26 year-old single mom. I was
going to school full-time, living back at home and working nights cleaning
office buildings. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sounds like an awesome
way to spend your 20’s, right?</i> In a five-year period, I had been in eight
weddings. I was honored to be a part of each and every one of them. Those were
some of the most beautiful days I ever experienced. Truth be told, I also was
feeling extremely lonely and couldn’t see my own future. </div>
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Early in 2001, a friend of mine invited me to go to France
with him. He was taking a two-week class in Lille to finish his Masters and
wanted the company. He worked for my mom and had asked her first if he could
invite me. I’m pretty sure she doubted it would work out. </div>
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How many people in my situation would have thought such a
trip was feasible? How many people would have thought their child couldn’t live
without them for two weeks? How many people would fill their minds with all the
reason they shouldn’t go? </div>
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I believe if there is a will, there’s a way. Here’s the
thing, I’ve always seen OPPORTUNITY. So I said, “Yes!” </div>
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My friend told me that the hotel he had in Lille had two beds
and was fully paid for included in his cost of the class. He said I’d have to
get a passport, pay for my flight and take my own spending money. I’d also have
to plan for my five-year-old son for the two weeks I’d be gone. </div>
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My mother graciously offered to take a week off from work to
stay home with my son. I then called my father, whom lived 1000 miles away and
asked if he could come out and take over for the second week. He agreed!</div>
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The money came through like a miracle. I had a huge tax
return that hit my bank as soon as I accepted the invitation. That money paid
for my passport, flight, spending money and then some! </div>
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Everything came together. I would have never imagined at
that point of my life having an opportunity like that one. The fact that it
came to fruition still excites me. That trip encompasses the most memorable two
weeks of my life. It was a break, a breath of fresh air. I grew-up a lot and
most importantly saw that the world was bigger than myself. </div>
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I believe we all need to get a way from the daily grind that
is our lives. Take time for yourself and time with your family. Whether it’s
for a weekend, a week, or a month, getting away refreshes and renews you. You gain perspective.</div>
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Where will YOU go next?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-55268013228941577762013-09-16T11:27:00.000-07:002013-09-16T11:27:27.516-07:00LATHER UP<!--StartFragment-->
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This is a short blog that I forgot to post on Friday. It’s a
reminder for you to take care of yourself and to treat yourself as you would
others. Don’t save all your bests just for your guests. </div>
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This morning as I was searching for the news on the flooding
in Boulder, CO, I stopped on the TODAY Show. They were unwrapping the latest
fashions in, toilet paper. Yep! That’s right, toilet paper. The paper came from
Japan, and had delicate drawings of flowers and such painted on each ply. I
don’t even know what the going price of such an amenity cost. They just implied
it was expensive. (I bet you could find it at Marshalls or TJ Maxx soon.)</div>
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What really caught my attention was the commentary between Natalie
Morales and Al Roker. After they talked about the newest product, Al suggested,
“Natalie, gift the rolls to her father-in-law. (Whom was visiting.)” Natalie
then replied, “Yes! These would be perfect for guests.” </div>
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I understand putting out your best amenities for your houseguests.
I love putting together goodies, fine soaps, flowers and such for my friends
and family when they visit. I want them to feel welcomed, comfortable and
loved. I just wonder if we are treating ourselves with such respect. The women
in my family are good at this. They know how to pamper themselves and I love
using their shower or tub when I visit them. I’m getting better at collecting
luxuries for myself and so should you. </div>
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Are the comforts of your home, worthy of you? Are your
everyday towels, plush? Do you use fancy soap or your husband’s Irish Spring? Is
your shower filled with foot scrubs, facial cleaners and does your shampoo cost
more than $0.79? I believe your bathroom should be your personal spa. Light
some candles and lather up! </div>
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P.S. This goes for the men too. There’s nothing more
attractive than a good smelling man. ;)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-89868382461110340512013-09-16T08:08:00.001-07:002013-09-16T08:12:25.990-07:00TAP INTO IT<br />
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So many times in life we find ourselves conflicted. I’ve been accused of “talking out of both sides of my mouth.” It’s a gift. I can see both sides to every issue. I may lean one-way or another, but I’m able to empathize and relate to others. I can argue both points of view as well. I don’t believe I can necessarily change another person’s core beliefs, but if you’re open to the “impossible” maybe something you hear will get in.</div>
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Last night, I had an insignificant conflict. My oldest son and I were home alone. I sat with him and watched football. I have zero interest in sports, but I gave in and let him control the entertainment for the night. We watched the New York Giants play the Denver Broncos. Just to be silly, I posted a Facebook status stating I was conflicted on whom I should be rooting for. Denver, because I lived there for ten years or New York because that’s the state I reside in now. Of course, I choose the Broncos because their colors are orange and blue. If I’m forced to root for one team or another I typically lean towards the colors of my alma mater. Most comments on my status agreed and suggested that I root for Denver. They won! <i>I totally manifested that. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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More often, we find ourselves conflicted on more important issues than football. Sometimes we may need guidance on what to do next. Currently, I’m reading the book, <u>E-Squared: Nine Do-It-Yourself Energy Experiments That Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality</u>. Everyone needs to read this book, written by Pam Grout. Pam teaches the reader to seek specific results for ones life. Positive thinking and manifesting can change your life. I have been seeking answers and asking for specific signs for years. I have found great comfort in doing so. You too have the power to ask, seek, and see.</div>
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When I was 19 years old, I lived with six other girls in a penthouse in Denver, CO. I was heavily involved in a church and had a huge circle of friends there. There was a new guy at our church who played football for Colorado University in Boulder. Every roommate and friend I had, wanted to date him. For some reason, he sought me out. He called me nightly, sat by me during service, and continuously asked me out on dates. I really wasn’t sure if I was that into him. There was so much hoopla surrounding his "fame". I had NO interest in football and I believe that’s why he may have been attracted to me; I saw him for him, and not for his position on a football team.</div>
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I was conflicted though, as I didn’t want to lead him on and keep accepting his invitations to dates, if I didn’t return his affection. So, I asked for a sign. I told God, if I’m suppose to continue to date him that he bring me one yellow rose the next time I saw him. (When you read <u>E-Squared</u>, you’ll learn how to ask for specifics and give time limits.) I did just that and sure enough, didn’t he bring me one perfect yellow rose.</div>
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The power we each possess to create our lives and the guidance that is available to us though our high power is real. Tap into it.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-10989830561620665842013-09-11T09:45:00.000-07:002014-09-14T13:00:28.071-07:00STEP INTO IT<!--StartFragment-->
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I believe you can have it all. Not in the evil-villain way,
of “taking over the world”, but whatever it is you want, you can obtain. Tama
Kieves, Author of <u>This Time I Dance!</u> Summed it up when she said, “We
live in a world that worships limitations.” Think about it; listen for it the next
time you're talking to someone. Money and negative thoughts about it, is one of
the major limitations we put on ourselves.</div>
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“I can’t afford that.”</div>
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“I’m broke.”</div>
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“That’s to expensive.”</div>
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So, I have this habit when I talk to people, in my head when
something negative comes out of their mouth, I immediately change those words
around in my mind to what they should be saying:</div>
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“I’m going to buy this.”</div>
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“I’m rich.”</div>
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“I can afford it.”</div>
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When my kids were younger, I shopped for them at Gymboree. I
thought their lines of clothing were adorable. The quality of the material was
top notch. They held up through several washes without losing their color or
shape and they still looked like new when I handed them down to friends and family. </div>
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I had a girlfriend who almost always made a comment about my
kid’s clothes when she saw us. I never even noticed what her kids wore. I loved
her kids. They were always clean and their clothes matched. I never gave their
wardrobe much thought, but she seemed to be bewildered about my children’s
wardrobe. She’d make comments like, “Wow! Is that Gymboree?” “Isn’t that store
expensive?” “I’ve never been there.” “I shop at Old Navy/Target for the kids,
the prices are more reasonable.”</div>
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Now, I could have taken her comments as judgment and felt
insecure or questioned myself on how I spent our money. Instead, I saw what was
going on. I was open to quality and nice things for my kids. (Even on a
one-income family budget.) I looked for opportunities for the things I want. I
stopped into Gymboree every time I was at the mall. I’d go straight to the back
of the store and grab all the best bargains on the sales rack. I’d even
stock-up if it was a great deal and shop a size bigger than my kids were even
into yet. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I’d be paying the same price as
I would at the other stores.</i> </div>
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She on the other hand, never even thought to STEP INTO the
store! In her mind she was limited. She “couldn’t afford it”. </div>
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Stop limiting yourself. You too, CAN HAVE IT ALL. You just
have to walk through the door and see the opportunities. We live in a world of
ABUNDANCE. Maybe it’s not adorable, quality clothing you desire. Maybe you want
an Audi TT? Stop in the dealership and check them out. You never know, maybe it’ll
be the day they’re giving one away. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-78821172227008350902013-09-10T08:41:00.000-07:002013-12-13T14:44:05.044-08:00BLOG SMOG: SECRETS OF SUCCESS<!--StartFragment-->
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I love the song that Bill Callahan of SMOG sings, called <u>Dress
Sexy at My Funeral</u>. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pI-9fGEgAcY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pI-9fGEgAcY</a> </div>
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It speaks to me on so many different levels. For one, it’s hot. These have to
be some of the greatest lyrics of all time. </div>
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A disc jockey friend of mine first introduced me to the
song, when I was in college. I could only see the sexiness of the song at that
time. <i>I’m a sucker for a baritone.</i></div>
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Today, as a married woman of 10-years, I can hear the raw
love in the lyrics. The couple in the song obviously has a sense of humor, shared
a few inside jokes, and apparently had a pretty adventurous sex life. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The husband chooses the timing of his funeral to let
everyone “in”, on why the marriage was such a great one. His voice is
unemotional and a matter of fact. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I love
it!</i> With a little bit of tongue and cheek, after he praises his wife for
their successful marriage, he gifts her with his approval to carry on. The song
is brilliant. </div>
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Marriage is evolving like everything else. I always love to
see long-time married couples interviewed. You know, the ones that have been
married for 50-60+ years. When they are asked, “What’s the secret?” they all
seem to give the same answers: “laugh, don’t go to bed angry, hold hands… But,
the best part of those interviews is the twinkle in each of their eyes, that
certain something that neither of them is going to share; it’s their SECRET. </div>
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I believe you too; can create your marriage, just as you
wish it to be. We can save ourselves from unhappiness and/or divorce. Look at
Carrie and Mr. Big in the movie <u>Sex In The City 2</u>, it works for them to
spend one night a week apart. I know they’re just characters, but I think it
proves marriages are evolving and society is recognizing it. People have often
made comments to me about my marriage, guess what:</div>
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My husband works. I stay home.</div>
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We travel together. We travel alone.</div>
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I sweep. He mops. I cook. He cleans.</div>
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We dance, as if no one else is in the room.</div>
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We spend money on activities that make us happy.</div>
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We hold hands.</div>
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We’ve gone to bed angry.</div>
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And yes, we too have our own SECRETS of SUCCESS. </div>
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With the absence of abuse: I believe your marriage can be
anything you want it to be. Don’t wait till your divorce to create the life
you want to have. There’s something to “growing old together." </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-44744654842509725572013-09-09T11:20:00.003-07:002013-09-10T10:47:04.596-07:00SEE IT. BELIEVE IT. ACT IT.<!--StartFragment-->
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We’ve all been
there, had those thoughts, <i>Dang, that was my idea! I wish I could do that! </i>Whatever
that new product, app or idea was, it probably was “yours”, but the difference
was, you didn’t ACT! So instead of dwelling on what you missed out on, first congratulate
that person because in order to be truly happy you need to learn to celebrate
others. Second, move on, start to act on every creative idea you have.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nine years ago, I
was adjusting to my first year of marriage; I was home with a new baby, living
in a small/new town and in a small apartment to boot. My husband was living his
dream and training for the Lake Placid, Ironman (2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike
ride, and 26.2 mile run). He competed in that Ironman in July of ’04. He
finished in the top half of over 2000 tri-athletes. Maybe this doesn’t sound
amazing in itself, but if you knew that my husband had never run more than 3
miles in his life and didn’t even know how to swim, and trained for it in one
year, it’s simply amazing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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SEE IT. BELIEVE IT.
ACT IT.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well that was it. I
was inspired to stretch my own limitations. I had no idea where to start until,
while on vacation in Boulder, CO, my mom introduced me to the book; <u>You Can
Heal Your Life</u> by: Louise L. Hay. Louise talks about listing affirmations
for oneself. So, I did just that:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>I live in a
beautiful timber-frame home.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>I drive a
fully loaded SUV.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>I’m on
stage.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>I’m on TV</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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And the list went
on…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Not a week went by
and I received an email from a local interpreting agency; forwarding on a
request from a director seeking Deaf women or sign language interpreters to
audition for the lead of Sarah Norman in her production of <u>Children of a
Lesser God</u>. I had goose bumps as I immediately sent the director an email
asking for the details of the audition. Maybe this doesn’t sound amazing in
itself, but if you knew I had never acted before and that I just showed up and
auditioned, then you might start to be amazed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One Deaf woman
auditioned that day and two of us interpreters. “The other interpreter
got the part. I’m sorry. She has acting experience.” were the words I heard
come out of the director’s mouth. Those words, I didn’t take in, I didn’t
accept them. For some reason, over the following two weeks, I thought
that part was still mine. I envisioned myself on that stage, working with those
actors and I saw my friends and family in the audience. Then the second call
came in. The director called to tell me that the woman she chose wasn’t working
out and asked if I would accept the part? “Absolutely!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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months, I worked harder than I ever did before. Not only, could I not let
myself down <i>(Heck, I asked for this!), </i>I couldn’t let the director,
producer, cast or crew down. So even though I felt I was in a dream and a
nightmare all at the same time. I carried on and gave it my all! Nine show
nights and I never got sick of those standing ovations. <i>What a rush! </i>All
the reviews that came out praised the work we were all doing. <i>I have no
acting experience and I’m doing this.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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in December that year and it wasn’t till April of the following year, things
got even more surreal. I asked my husband if he would check the paper at work
and let me know if my friend (the male lead) in <u>Children</u>, got nominated
for a Syracuse Area Live Theatre (SALT) Award. He so deserved to be, as he
didn’t even know any sign language going into this part and was breathtaking in
his portrayal of James Leeds. I was so happy for him that the anticipation for
his nomination was all I could think about the days leading up to the
announcement. When my husband finally called me that day, I screamed as he read
off the nominations: “Best Director: <u>Children of a Lesser God</u>! Best
Production: <u>Children of a Lesser God</u>!! Best Actor: <u>Children of a
Lesser God</u>!!! BEST ACTRESS.: <u>Children. Of. A. Lesser. God</u>!!!! You,
Sarah!” <i>Amazing.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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SEE IT. BELIEVE IT.
ACT IT.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748038267571662781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092769189135681501.post-2256691803611904012013-09-08T12:30:00.000-07:002013-09-08T13:43:20.046-07:00IF YOU KNOW BETTER, DO BETTER...AND SO I HAVE.Hello to all Readers of Blogs and Bloggers alike! My sister "planted a seed" that I start to blog and then a day later my best friend of 33 years, told me I should post my answers from an interview I just partook in. That's it; THE POWER OF SUGGESTION! Here I am to share my life with you. I hope you will find that "if I can do it, you can too." I have everything I ever wanted in life and what hasn't arrived yet, is on it's way. To start us off and to follow the advice of my BFF, here's the answers to that interview I just had. (I'll post the article when it goes to print.)<br />
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The thought of
homeschooling was an option I have always kept in my back pocket. My aunt
homeschooled my cousins, so I had a sense what it was all about. I knew I’d be
willing to homeschool if I felt my children would benefit from it. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As an adult with three
children, (two children at the time were in public school), I spent a lot of
time in the schools, in different capacities. My friends, teachers and children
I knew seemed to often complain about school. I was surrounded by negativity
with regard to schools today. I kept hearing that “moral is down”. No one
seemed happy and I often wondered, <i>What does my kid's day look like?</i> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was given the book <u>The
Big Picture: Education Is Everyone’s Business written by: Dennis Littky</u>.
The LaFayette Central School District, in which my kids were attending, was
starting a Big Picture Program. As I read the book, I felt like I was reading
my own thoughts. The Big Picture model for schools is exactly the education I
dreamt my children to have. Their three core principals are: Relationship,
Relevance, and Rigor. The model also has students interning in real world
environments and volunteering their time in the community. Traditional schools
today still look a lot like what they did when our grandparents were in school.
I know my kids are evolved, society has evolved, I can’t understand why schools
haven’t. The Big Picture was my answer! My oldest son enrolled as soon as he
entered 9<sup>th</sup> grade. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Since The Big Picture
Program wasn’t available for my two younger kids. I pulled them out of the
traditional school and decided to homeschool them. There are so many
similarities between homeschooling and the Big Picture model. The only option,
I could see, to give my younger kids the learning environment I believe they
deserve, was to homeschool them, so I have. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What kind of training, if
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have no formal or
professional training besides being a "fly on the wall" in many
schools. I have earned two associates degrees. I have found that if you take
the time to engage with children, you find out their interests and almost
always, given the right tools they can learn on their own. I'm also a life long
learner so I want to instill the same in my children. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What kind of support
system do you have?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have a very supportive
husband! I find support on homeschool websites and Facebook pages. I have a few
supportive friends and family members, but most people avoid talking about the
fact I homeschool. I also have a lot of teacher friends and school
administrator friends that work in several districts around the U.S. All of
these people have been the MOST supportive of my venture. They are advocates
for good teaching and learning…whether at a public school or in the home. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What kind of obstacles
have you faced, either from other parents, the district/community in which you
live or your own limitations?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I feel like I may have
lost some friendships within my district. People tend to shy away from me.
Making a decision about your children is never easy. Deciding to go against the
norm is a huge undertaking. I’ve leaned to not take things personally as everyone
has their own struggles to concur. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">How do you deal with
testing regulations as a homeschooler? Are there any?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Yes, you do have to test
your kids in NYS. I give my children daily assessments for comprehension. I
test them quarterly and yearly, as well. Mostly, I test to see how I'm doing
and also to appease people that seem overly concerned about my children's
academic achievements. I don't believe in testing to the extreme that our state
has mandated. If people are so concerned about testing, then why are they
sending their kids to some of these schools? Have they seen the scores?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Do you feel your child
misses out on anything by not being part of the public school system? What do
you feel they gain through homeschooling?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">No, I really don't see that
they are missing out. Learning should be fun and engaging and that's what
homeschooling offers to my kids: Relationships, Rigor and Relevance. No fluff
or chaos.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What does your school day
usually look like? How does it compare to that of a child attending public
school?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Our school day is
relaxed. There’s a lot of love, special attention and laughter. We do LOTS of
project-based learning, field trips and volunteering. If you ask school kids
what their favorite parts of school are they will typically tell you about the
one special project they did that year or a trip they went on or play time.
Well, everyday while homeschooling, my kids are doing projects, going on trips,
out-and-about in the community or outside playing and breathing fresh air (Whenever
their mood strikes). <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The biggest difference is
that the curriculum at home is individualized for each of my kids. At a brick
and mortar school every child learns the same boxed material and on a schedule
chosen by a third party. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What do you wish people
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Most homeschooling
families I have met are educationally minded and forward thinking. A lot of
them were professional teachers themselves, till they had their own kids. My
husband and I are a very social, normal American family. We are raising our
kids in “society” and not sheltering them from it. My husband and I believe we
can have whatever we want and not just what we’ve been told we can have. So for
example, just because I live in a school district it doesn’t mean I have to
settle for the educational environment that said district provides. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Is there a particular
curriculum you follow?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I used K12.org for the
first two years. However, I’m more confident now and a bit more seasoned. I
have found more economical ways that match my children’s taste of curriculums.
Now I use an eclectic curriculum. I ask a lot of questions of my professional
teacher friends and they’ve helped me choose some really fantastic stuff.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What are some of the
arguments against homeschooling?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I don’t know and I don’t
care. I’m doing what I feel is best for my family. Isn’t it Steve Jobs who
said, “build your life”, well I am. If I can teach my kids not to conform, then
I’ll feel I’ve blown any arguments of homeschooling out of the water. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Go with your GUT! If you
believe you can, then you will. It’s a lot easier than all the books in the
world will tell you it is.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I plan to keep my son (4</span></b><b><sup><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">th</span></sup></b><b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> grade) and, my daughter (2</span></b><b><sup><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">nd</span></sup></b><b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> grade) home until a better option comes along. The LaFayette
Big Picture Program starts in 9</span></b><b><sup><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">th</span></sup></b><b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> grade
in my district, so my plan now is to send them there. I’m not against public
education; I just think it needs to step-up to the 21</span></b><b><sup><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">st</span></sup></b><b><span style="color: #282828; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Century. I’m blessed in LaFayette that our district is making
huge strides in that direction. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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