tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28437861018344943432024-03-13T21:58:25.299-04:00paisley-placeHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.comBlogger298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-2289666557275740522013-02-08T05:39:00.001-05:002013-02-08T05:39:17.153-05:00Hello?Hello,<br />
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Is there anybody in there?<br />
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Just nod if you can hear me<br />
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Is there anyone home?<br />
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Well...here I am again. What, going on 3 years since my last post? I'll admit it was dusty and cobwebs were everywhere in here!<br />
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Surely I owe y'all an explanation of where I've been, why I've not blogged...at all! And how I find myself here tonight. Er, this morning. I keep vampire hours these days not sure why.<br />
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But first I wanted to know if anyone still was actually around? If you are please leave a comment, even a wow! and that's all. Or you can chat, that's fine too.<br />
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I arrived here, not knowing if I could even find the way and did get lost a couple times. But I made it, and it was one place that I knew I could check a linkable button. Yep, I made one and it works!<br />
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So if anyone's still around, I'll be back and try to give a somewhat wrap up of a whole lot of time. Reading one of my last posts, Kelley and Bethany were finishing 4th and 6th grade. Now they are halfway through 8th and 6th grade. And oh mercy, we are in the midst of tween/teenage years around here.<br />
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More later!<br />
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Always,<br />
Heather<br />
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<br />Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-50637329174040533962011-05-15T03:20:00.005-04:002011-05-15T03:53:00.420-04:00And the beat goes on...Y'all know that I'm not great about blogging anymore. There was a request for an update, and quite frankly I was tired of seeing "Bad Season" when I left blog comments for others. So a mini-update, kind of. It's late, so it will be short. <div><br /></div><div>Honestly, that "Bad Season" has continued and gotten more and more complicated. I'm unsure if I should ride out the storm or grab my girls' hands (and somehow a bunch of paws) and jump ship. It's a debate in my mind daily. </div><div><br /></div><div>I try to keep all the anger and ugliness on the down low. But like I've mentioned the girls are observant and there's no keeping secrets from them. Plus their lives have changed a bit. It's been a tough adjustment for them, but they are doing well. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I see them my goal is communication...how was their day? How are their friends? We talk a little about boys (yikes!). Most of all I make sure to tell them I love them as many times as I can. Oh and laughing, the day is a success if we laugh. Let me tell you that it's not always as easy as it seems when you have a preteen going through life's changes. She knows what is happening. But some of the changes are in the mind, the way she thinks and feels, it's hard to prepare for that. We manage though. Bethany is a little chatter-box with a sensitive laugh button. Man that girl is funny! Kelley is more mature, so the girly-giggles aren't as freely flowing as they used to be. She does have a great sense of humor though, there is definitely laughter. Just the way I love it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our family does have *big* changes coming soon. Changes that are *good* and that remind us how very *blessed* we are. I'll be sharing that soon, with lots of blogging to follow I'm sure, during an upcoming "Good Season"!</div><div><br /></div><div>First we need to get through the next 3 1/2 weeks left of school. I think that's all that's left. I can't hardly believe it, 4th grade and 6th grade are so close to being over and out! </div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/umrp1tIBY8Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-39959209271556237712011-03-11T21:49:00.005-05:002011-03-11T23:13:29.765-05:00Bad SeasonSeems that I start all of my posts with something like..."I've been a bad blogger" or "It's been awhile" and this one is no different in that sense. My blogging has all but ceased with an exception here or there. It's not that I don't want to write, I do. And it's not that I have nothing to share, I do. So what's the problem?<div><br /></div><div>Here's where I'll be straight up and tell you that I am struggling. My family is struggling. Life is a struggle. I don't want to write about something that will leave people reading with a sense of blah. That's no fun. The many blogs I read usually leave me with a smile or even a laugh out loud. Once in awhile there is something sad that's happened and I cry along with them. But in those cases, something sad has happened...a loss or an illness. I'm fortunate that I've not had anything like that occur in a while. I'm so very thankful for that. No, the struggles we are experiencing are not life and death. Some do affect our lives in big ways and some in not so big ways. In fact the smaller things would probably not be as bad if the big things weren't happening.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't want to be a Debbie Downer.</div><div><br /></div><div>I do want to be real.</div><div><br /></div><div>In order to be real I may have to be a Debbie. </div><div><br /></div><div>For a while I thought that the hard times we are experiencing were just a season. The season would pass and change. Starting fresh and anew. So I've waited. Trying to keep a positive outlook. I've prayed, I do that a lot. Riding this wave and waiting to reach the shore but I just can't get there. </div><div><br /></div><div>It reminds me of a day at the beach as a kid...my friend and I were holding onto a raft and floating wherever the water took us. We didn't realize that instead of bringing us back to the shore, the currents were taking us out into the sea. It wasn't until our parents noticed and yelled and waved at us that we realized how far away we were. Trying not to panic we kicked our legs trying to power our raft back to shallow waters. It didn't work very well. We kicked and kicked and maybe started to panic. By this point I think everyone on the beach was aware of what was happening but all they did was watch us. Maybe that's all they could do. Nobody swam to us. Eventually we did make it back, exhausted. Right now I'm on that raft and fighting the currents to get back to safety and normalcy. I know that others can see and they are worried. But they can't swim out to guide me back.</div><div><br /></div><div>Keeping it real, I have to admit that I'm angry. Angry that this bad season didn't start with anything I had done. Angry that I am recovering from a seriously bad season already. Throwing a temper fit in my mind (usually) that enough is enough. I have been through serious struggles and had enough. It's not fair. This isn't my fault. Look at this mess we're in. I'm not cleaning it up. And on and on. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then I realize that I shouldn't be so childish. I am blessed in many ways. Maybe I didn't cause the problems but they are still mine to help solve. That's another part of the problem, I can't solve it. Sure there are some things that I can do but ultimately a lot of it is completely out of my control. That's when the anger and pity party turns to fear. Something has to give. It's not just me or my husband, it's my girls. At what point does this begin to affect them? I can try to shield them and protect them. Life as usual. But they are smart and observant and they know that things aren't as they should be. Then the fear turns to sadness. My girls are my life. I want the best for them in all ways, all the time. They've been through a horrible season already. A season of not knowing what was going to happen to me. Life turned completely upside down for them. But they are also strong and faithful. So there's that. But again enough is enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>So what is this bad season we're experiencing? Mostly it's unemployment. Mr. H hasn't worked since June of last year. In the beginning I let it go and let him just be. I'm sure he needed to grieve. He didn't just lose his job, it was a bit more than that. He could potentially lose his license, after all this time he still doesn't know what that outcome will be. I have to throw in a disclaimer, he didn't do anything horribly wrong. He stood up for a patient who was not able to get the care he needed because of insurance paperwork. His patient was sick and after hours of treatment being delayed, Mr. H found a way to get his treatment and the patient was alright. Unfortunately Mr. H's employer didn't back him up and terminated him. To add insult to injury they reported him to board and his case has not been resolved. I truly feel that the state will find in his favor, but not knowing is awful. It also has interfered with his schooling as he intends to pursue further licensure but with his current license status up in the air he feels stuck. His ability to work is not affected but the career that I always felt was recession proof has shown to not be so. The jobs are just not available. </div><div><br /></div><div>What started as grieving has probably turned into depression. And when one person in the family is down and out it tends to affect us all. Arguments happen, blame happens, teamwork is disrupted. Then add in things like loss of medical insurance (my recovery includes the need for many medications, expensive medications) and financial difficulties...it's just a big mess. There seems to be no end in sight.</div><div><br /></div><div>So that is where we are right now. Again I didn't want to share all of this because it's not positive or pleasant or entertaining. But it's real and I'm real. I intend on sharing more but I promise to not just dwell on the negative. The truth is that despite this season...I am blessed. We are blessed. I definitely hope that things will change soon and that in the meantime we will try to keep the girl's lives as usual the best we can.</div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-90012272841486935452011-02-17T17:28:00.014-05:002011-02-17T18:10:55.872-05:00I'm back...with a Friday confessionSo I thought I'd share a Friday confession...it will certainly be pleasing to my eyes and maybe to yours as well!<div><br /></div><div>Do you have a top ten list? Famous men (or women) you find attractive? Not sure that I've always had ten on the list but I have definitely always had a list. </div><div><br /></div><div>No biggy right?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well my list is changing and I'm noticing a trend...the men are getting...well...older.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a peek at some of my current main men: </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hugh Laurie</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nj2y7ufYKp8/TV2nOH4bouI/AAAAAAAABKc/esutgZfuVJI/s1600/hugh-laurie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nj2y7ufYKp8/TV2nOH4bouI/AAAAAAAABKc/esutgZfuVJI/s320/hugh-laurie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574795774830289634" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jon Stewart</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHx7aOclUac/TV2nOBIa4UI/AAAAAAAABKU/IOXp2YQpXPA/s1600/jon_stewart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHx7aOclUac/TV2nOBIa4UI/AAAAAAAABKU/IOXp2YQpXPA/s320/jon_stewart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574795773018300738" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dr. Drew </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSd9AAU9hBc/TV2nOXuBKlI/AAAAAAAABKk/-0tNruwgtlA/s1600/dr_drew.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSd9AAU9hBc/TV2nOXuBKlI/AAAAAAAABKk/-0tNruwgtlA/s320/dr_drew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574795779081579090" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rahm Emanuel </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iuXrXyfL4E/TV2nN4hYdwI/AAAAAAAABKM/FkSRr_ZVlJ0/s1600/rahm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iuXrXyfL4E/TV2nN4hYdwI/AAAAAAAABKM/FkSRr_ZVlJ0/s320/rahm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574795770707080962" /></a><br /></div><div>Should I be concerned? Does this mean <i>I'm </i>getting older? Even Brad Pitt is getting older right? Though he didn't make my list. There are others of course like...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Robert Downey Jr.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-la_fjUDl0DM/TV2nN5GxMoI/AAAAAAAABKE/PusS4h5COSE/s1600/robert-downey-jr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-la_fjUDl0DM/TV2nN5GxMoI/AAAAAAAABKE/PusS4h5COSE/s320/robert-downey-jr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574795770863891074" /></a><br /></div><div>But he's not actually very young either is he?</div><div><br /></div><div>Who's on your list? Any confessions?</div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-11597640714037610382010-08-24T23:16:00.013-04:002010-08-25T00:18:21.124-04:00Deadbeat.Wow. It occurred to me tonight that I have been a complete blogging deadbeat. Not that life has been so entirely thrilling and there is much to be shared. But I do love reading blogs and know that I miss y'all when you're not updating as often. My blog reading habit could be part of why I've been such a deadbeat, I can barely keep up with all the blogs in my reader. Sorry that I haven't been commenting as often as well, it's not you-it's definitely me! <div><br /></div><div>So...I'm trying to think of what's been happening. The biggest thing has been sending Kelley and Bethany back to school. Most years it seems like I am totally ready for school to start (bad mommy!). This summer though...not so much. I truly enjoyed having the girls home! </div><div><br /></div><div>They had some super busy weeks thanks to their Papa for planning lots of activities and taking them on their annual vacation. This year the girls went to Gatlinburg, Tennessee with Mammie and Papa and had a great time! Here are a couple pics they sent... </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2_DwCyfZNo/THSXdmYLpqI/AAAAAAAABJE/04f77qyPtBw/s1600/0805101919+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2_DwCyfZNo/THSXdmYLpqI/AAAAAAAABJE/04f77qyPtBw/s400/0805101919+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509194778954933922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2_DwCyfZNo/THSXdXS_k6I/AAAAAAAABI8/YFrh5MSAxYM/s1600/0805101932+(3).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2_DwCyfZNo/THSXdXS_k6I/AAAAAAAABI8/YFrh5MSAxYM/s400/0805101932+(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509194774906639266" /></a><br /></div><div>The rest of their time was spent swimming, staying up late (really late some nights) and actually sleeping in. We had a lot of fun just hanging out.</div><div><br /></div><div>School started this past Monday. Bethany is in 4th grade and so far seems to be loving it! Her teacher is new to the area and seems really nice and one of her neighbor friends is in class with her. Kelley started 6th grade, and I'm still having trouble accepting that my baby girl is in middle school now. She's not been too thrilled with it either so far. I think it's because her best friend isn't in any of her classes. They were together in grades 3, 4 and 5, and Kelley really didn't invest herself much into making other friendships. Hopefully she'll meet some new friends in her classes soon and her outlook will change. </div><div><br /></div><div>And that about wraps up the excitement here. Yep, not much! I've been reading like a mad woman, it's been a great season for reading with both a new Sookie Stackhouse and Stephanie Plum book out! We are also doing work around the house-trying to purge and purge some more since it seems we aren't going to be moving anytime soon. Boo to that! Once we get done with that we'll be doing some more exciting stuff like new flooring, paint and furniture.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll leave you with this funny. The news is old, but what is so funny about it is that apparently this is actually the *news* in other countries! Hysterical! But not sure about that shower scene...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGizpnRf-FQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGizpnRf-FQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-4261500764151764882010-08-14T01:26:00.007-04:002010-08-14T02:12:33.223-04:00Home Ec...it's not just for high school anymore!Back in high school, home ec class was about the last thing that interested me. <div><br /></div><div>Funny how the times have changed! A couple years ago I decided that I wanted to be crafty and so I got a sewing machine. With the help of Mr. H, I managed to get the machine all threaded and ready to go. It didn't take long for me to realize that I have a sort of "crafty ADD" and am only a crafty wanna be. I did manage to make a few pillows and some cute skirts. </div><div><br /></div><div>The site You Can Make This has enabled me to create the few things I have made. I definitely recommend that you check it out if you are wanting to get creative, there are so many different things you make from sewing to jewelry, etc!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youcanmakethis.com?cxaaffrefcodea=1039358049" title="Download Today - Make Today!"><img style="border: none;" alt="Download Today - Make Today!" src="http://www.youcanmakethis.com/site/affiliateprog/bannerimage.jpg?cxaaffrefcode=1039358049&link=48948540" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div>I've also bought several books chock full of projects. But inevitably I run into a skill I don't know how to complete and end up all disappointed. And trying to figure out a real pattern? Forget about it! </div><div><br /></div><div>But I sure have discovered a love for fabrics. There are so many beautiful designer fabrics out there and I've gotten a bunch of yards here and there. Mostly my gorgeous fabrics sit folded in a bin until the girls get into them and start cutting into them to "make things". I'll admit, I hate to see them chopping chunks of pieces out of my nicely folded yards. </div><div><br /></div><div>So when I learned about the <a href="http://frecklednest.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-ec-full-details-registration.html">Home Ec class at the Freckled Nest</a>, I was curious. It's a 5 1/2 week course with 26 projects that each teach a different skill, guides, online chats where you can ask questions and more. But I had my worries, how could I possibly keep up? Though I find sewing fun and relaxing, I am still very much a beginner. I often have to stop mid-project and take apart some portion of what I'm working on to do it over and get it right. Sometimes I require several do-overs! </div><div><br /></div><div>Worrying about this, I decided I better skip the class. But it kept stirring in the back of my mind. So I would go back to the site and look it over again. At one point I noticed that all of the information would not be available for just 5 1/2 weeks. No. It will be available for an entire year! By then the deadline had passed. Bummer. But no again! The sign ups have been extended til 8/15. And then I saw that <a href="http://www.maggiewhitley.com/">Gussy</a> is taking the class! She's recently made her creations a full time business! </div><div><br /></div><div>At this point I was sold! And I've just taken the plunge and signed up for <a href="http://frecklednest.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-ec-full-details-registration.html">Home Ec</a>! I'm so excited! It's a little late tonight to get started. Plus I've got to figure out how to replace a broken needle on my machine, Bethany was having a little too much fun one day. And I've noticed the first project requires ric-rac which I don't think I have. But soon, I'll be getting started. </div><div><br /></div><div>And if any of my tens of readers out there are interested in signing up, you've got til 8/15 to do so! Come on and sign up with me, it'll be fun!</div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer: I'm not being compensated for posting this or encouraging anyone to sign up for Home Ec. I just think it'll be the more the merrier. I am an affiliate for You Can Make This, so if you do happen to purchase something entering via my button, I think I get a store credit. It's never happened before, but maybe some day! </div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-556334676550261912010-08-03T21:41:00.011-04:002010-08-03T22:07:19.232-04:00Sometimes snarky moments come from sadness and disappointment.This is a copy of a letter than I recently sent to some of my email friends. Then I thought about how I really believe in the message, so why stop there? <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; ">Hi friends,<div><br /></div><div>Tonight I feel led to share a message with you all. I think that a few of you will know exactly where I'm coming from here. But in case you don't, you will now. If you know me well, you know that I am a Democrat. A bleeding heart liberal and I'm perfectly OK with that. I wouldn't want to be any other way. This doesn't mean that I agree with everything the party has to offer. It means that I feel strongly in my views as you do yours. I also believe that kindness is important always!</div><div><br /></div><div>Over the years, I've received lots of "forwarded emails" that are of a different view than mine. Some are funny whether I agree with them or not. Some are not at all funny to me. Some are interesting and some are completely untrue (I highly recommend Snopes for checking the validity of messages-especially if you are trying to teach me something). And some are just plain mean and even asinine. </div><div><br /></div><div>Usually, I don't speak up about these messages because I get that humor is fun. I like to laugh and if I can laugh at myself (which I do often) then I can laugh at a lot of the emails I get. Some I simply delete. I have yet to figure out why I continue to receive certain types of messages. Maybe it's easier to just send them all my way when you are forwarding them instead of picking and choosing the ones that are more my type of humor. I hope that despite this message you will continue to share your jokes with me, even if it means leaving me out of some of the jokes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Every once in awhile I will indulge you and forward a funny from someone else that I think you may laugh at, even if it's not my cup of tea. I don't think I've forwarded many, if any, that come from the other side of your particular political spectrum, and be sure that there are plenty. And some are even completely true...as in you can't even make this stuff up! But I know each of you and know what might make you laugh or what might be viewed as not so funny in your eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>I try to not send nastygrams even though there have been many messages that are so awful, hateful or full of lies. Again, I simply delete them and try to stop the flow of these messages at least in one direction. But I'll be honest today, because I do love you all. And I hope that you will understand. It makes me terribly sad to see how polarized our country has become. </div><div><br /></div><div>Upon receiving a "funny" email regarding the wedding of Chelsea Clinton, I just decided that I've had enough. I won't get into her parents- their policies, their beliefs, their actions. No this is about an intelligent young woman who has been married. A woman who doesn't have a lot of bad marks against her. Does she have any? Chelsea grew up in the spotlight, in all of her awkward stages that all of us go through, though hers were displayed and mocked. The girl was a child at the time! She grew up with the ongoing criticism and ridicule of both of her parents. Particularly the antics of her father and Monica Lewinsky. How horrible that had to have been for her! She was an innocent young girl whose father happened to hold this country's highest office. Despite all of that, I think she's turned out OK!</div><div><br /></div><div>On Chelsea's special day as a beautiful bride she couldn't even leave that in the past. The blows could not stop. It wasn't because of who she really is and I don't even think it's because of who her parents are. I think it's just because we are so divided that ugliness is now a regular part of our daily lives. When another recent First Daughter was married, Jenna Bush, the actions of her father were not thrust upon her. She was celebrated as a beautiful bride by all-Republicans, Democrats, Independents, etc. The polarization did not exist on that occasion at least not in my little corner of the world-I hope it didn't exist at all. What a great moment for all of us and a perfect day for Jenna! I'm very sad that Chelsea didn't get the same respect.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'd like to share this, please take a look...and maybe realize that there doesn't always have to be snarkiness. Some actually do deserve a special day. A day that doesn't have to be divided. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mamarazzi.org/2010/08/chelsea-clinton-gets-married-m.html">Chelsea Clinton Gets Married by Mamarazzi</a></div><div><br /></div><div>In the future, if you have something you'd like to forward me that is funny-please do! Again, I love to laugh! If you want to teach me something-make sure it's correct. When in doubt? Go ahead and skip me. I hope I haven't offended any of you. And I hope that my message has made everyone think just a bit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace, Love and all that stuff...your loving friend,</div><div>Heather</div></span></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-44861941508414779592010-08-02T23:07:00.013-04:002010-08-03T00:22:36.720-04:00So I tried something new...for the girls only!First a disclaimer and a warning. The disclaimer is regarding the product I'll be writing about. I was not asked or compensated in any way to write this. I was just nosy and wanted to try it out. And the warning is for any of the guys who might read this blog (Dad?), if you're a guy or very squeamish about girly issues, stop reading now. <div><br /></div><div>OK-so I've admitted in the past that although I really want to be more environmentally responsible, I'm just not a very green or crunchy person. So I'm trying to make some changes. Remember me mentioning the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_Garbage_Patch">great island of trash</a>? Yep, learning about things like that really bothers me. We only have our one little planet. If there are things we can do to cut down on trash and what-nots, then why shouldn't we? Plus in some cases it behooves us financially to make changes. I don't know about everyone else, but right now we need every cent we can save!</div><div><br /></div><div>So after much ado and then not and back and forth, I finally took the plunge and got a...<a href="http://www.divacup.com/">Diva Cup</a>! Though I don't think the cup itself is biodegradable, it equals a whole lot less trash than some of it's counterparts. It's reusable, in fact it's supposed to last for a year. And though I didn't do exact calculations, a quick thought or two and I realized that in the long run it's less expensive than other products I use. But I didn't use it right away. I mean it wasn't time first of all and I'll admit it, I was scared. It's new. It sounds kinda gross. It took a while for me to actually make the commitment to trying it out. Finally though, I did it! And so I figured now I've got to tell you all about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>First thing to tell you, there are two sizes and it's very easy-under 30 or over 30 and have you had a baby or not (regardless of type of delivery). That's it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The instructions for insertion and removal are pretty straight forward, so I won't go into details here. Just know that I did practice folding it up the way they say to a couple of times and I was able to put the cup in place properly the first time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Removal was even easier. It does need to be emptied and cleaned out a couple times a day, the maximum time limit is 12 hours. There can be a bit of an "ick" factor involved with the whole process. My experience was that it wasn't messy, it was just the "ick" factor. With lots of handwashing, cleaning the cup (they make a Diva Wash) and even latex gloves if you wanted to use them, there really isn't any problem at all. (I would suggest skipping the gloves if your desire is to go "green"). </div><div><br /></div><div>If the cup is inserted properly you don't notice it at all while you're wearing it. And again, I didn't have any problems doing that. Somehow that thing manages to stay put just fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most importantly, I had no leaks. Not a one. Not even an almost leak. Even overnight. I was very leery. Wondering how it would stay where it belonged, not leak, not spill during changes, etc. And it was all needless worry. No Diva failures!</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't attempt to empty it while I was out and about. The instructions explain how you could work it out. It doesn't seem like it would be a big deal though.</div><div><br /></div><div>Again the cup is cleaned every time you empty it. Lots of handwashing, a quick dump or wipe, a scrubbing with the cleaner and hot water. Not at all bad, and I had imagined lots of icky scenarios.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once you are done with it for the month, it is supposed to be washed and then, and this is the only place I ran into hesitation, you are supposed to boil the cup. And I had problems with the whole idea of bringing it to the kitchen, filling a pan and boiling the cup on the stove. The instructions included a big list of things you should not use to sanitize the cup, risking damage to the silicone. It just so happens that rubbing alcohol was not on the "no" list, so that's what I did for sanitizing. (Of course I just looked at the FAQ's on the website and it does mention it. Darn!).</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. H didn't think it was a big deal to boil the cup, and depending on what others think, I may change my mind next time. So far it doesn't appear that the alcohol did any damage </div><div><br /></div><div>The instructions tell you that you will become familiar with your cycles and you will learn how often you'll need to change it-which may vary day to day. So far I've only tried it for one cycle and I did notice day to day changes, but I'll need to continue to pay attention. It's amazing to me how little umm "stuff" is actually involved, it seems like a whole lot more with the other traditional methods. </div><div><br /></div><div>So there you have it, my experience with the Diva Cup. I give it a good rating! Honestly, I have no complaints and already prefer it much more than it's counterparts. I guess I'll have to get over the boiling conundrum. But that's my one and only qualm. I'm impressed with the reliability and comfort. Oh and it comes with a cute little drawstring bag to store it in when not in use!</div><div><br /></div><div>If you've been curious, are wanting to cut back on monthly expenses, are wanting less waste...this may be the your best option. And no leaks? Perfect!</div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-7715974048240645812010-07-29T19:17:00.007-04:002010-07-29T19:46:30.264-04:00Beautiful perfection...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; ">My heart feels led to share this with as many as I can, so I picked all of you since you are special to me. <div><br /></div><div>I met Heather in my mom's group. She recently lost her little boy <a href="http://teamcarterjay.blogspot.com/">Carter</a>. But he fought long and hard and touched many. He will continue to do so. Heather has been amazing throughout Carter's life and journey to Heaven, her grace is just beautiful. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know that she would love for everyone to know Carter. So I wanted to share this with you. It's a picture of Carter's new headstone. It is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful and perfect. The hand and feet imprints were taken on the day he went to Heaven (it was planned after being on life support). Please click on this link to see Carter's new headstone *<a href="http://teamcarterjay.blogspot.com/2010/07/final-piece.html">here</a>*. Please do this, it is hard I know. You won't be disappointed. And if you would like, spend some time reading their story. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you! And a reminder to hug your loved ones so very tight...never miss an opportunity to tell them how much you love them.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.teamcarterjay.blogspot.com" target="”_blank”"><img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i287/bundypunk/button.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div></span>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-24268620681149569422010-07-29T16:35:00.010-04:002010-07-29T18:34:34.337-04:00It was a bad burn...After spending a lot of time reading over at <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/">Mama's Losin' It</a>, I've finally decided to take the plunge and participate in <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/writers-workshop-directions/">Mama Kat's Writers Workshop</a>. Her writing prompts are always great and there's always something that I can relate to. The prompt I've chosen to write about today is...<div><br /></div><div><i>"</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 20px; "><i>It was a bad burn. Tell about the worst sunburn you ever received. How did that happen!?!"</i></span><br /><div><br /></div><div>Now I must confess that with living 25 years of my life in sunny Florida I have had many, many sunburns. Bad sunburns. Some were self induced as I was often trying to get the perfect tan. I admit to slathering on baby oil as a teen and other stupidly unhealthy tricks of the trade. But the bad burn I'm going to tell you about was one that occurred when I was a kid and I can totally blame this on my parents! Ha! Not only is this a story of a bad sunburn but also of being humiliated. I can blame that on them, too. The opportunity doesn't happen often so I should certainly take advantage of it, right? </div><div><br /></div><div>The year was 1986 I think and we had taken a cruise to the Bahamas, stayed a couple days on the island and then cruised on back to South Florida. I don't think there was as much awareness about the importance of protecting our skin from the sun back then, but hello! common sense. I was sent to spend many hours swimming in the pool and in the Caribbean Sea, playing games like the limbo and all that good stuff. I had a blast. But without a drop of sunscreen. Needless to say I also had a burn. The bright red, lobster hued, hurts really bad type of sunburn.</div><div><br /></div><div>That night as the full effects of the burn made itself known, I hurt. Very.Badly. My dad tried to ease the pain by putting soaking wet cold towels on my back while I was laying in my bed. As the heat from my burning body would make the towels hot, he would refresh me by pouring more cold water (maybe the water from the melted ice bucket?) over me on top of the towels. Bless his heart, he tried to help. I'm sure you can imagine that the bed was soaking wet. </div><div><br /></div><div>For the rest of our vacation I swam with a t-shirt on to keep the sunburn from getting worse. And my dad would repeat the cold water process at night so that I wasn't in too much pain to sleep. But a peculiar thing started to happen...I began noticing that every time the housekeeping staff would see me they would start snickering amongst themselves. It took a little while for me to realize that they were laughing at *me*. I was a kid at the time, but old enough to put two and two together. I think they thought the reason for the wet bed of mine that they changed each morning was because I was um...not properly potty trained. They must have thought I was wetting the bed. And that I had a HUGE bladder as the bedsheets were super soaked. I mentioned I was a kid, but I was a kid that was too old to be wetting the bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Upon this epiphany, I was so embarrassed. Mortified. </div><div><br /></div><div>So there you have it. I'm not sure it was the worst sunburn I've had as far as burn and pain. But it was certainly the worst.sunburn.ever. And just so you know, I'm a sunscreen tyrant with Kelley and Bethany. They'll thank me one day! <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#111111;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 20px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#111111;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-38419224794273050252010-07-28T16:42:00.004-04:002010-07-28T18:22:57.446-04:00Stream of rambles...So it's been a little while since I've blogged. I figure that getting back into the groove will most likely take the form of a "stream of rambles" my version of the popular "stream of consciousness". <div><br /></div><div>Hopefully everyone is having a great summer vacation! The girls have been busy with all sorts of activities that their Papa arranged for them...art camp, VBS, swimming lessons. Next week they will be visiting Tennessee with their Mammie and Papa. We are definitely blessed to have my parents. Mr. H is estranged from his family so my parents also fill that void. Very thankful for them! I must admit that I am jealous of not joining them on their upcoming trip. I've never been to Tennessee and not only do I imagine beautiful mountains but have met several great friends in an online group who live there. Tennessee has long been on my list of places I'd love to move to.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile down here in Florida it has been oppressively hot and humid. It's awful. Lots of people think they would love to live here. It is true that there are lots of great locations like beaches, Disney World and all of the theme parks nearby. But honestly, I think Florida is great for a vacation destination. When you live here, and aren't on "vacation" it's not so exciting. It's just very hot and humid. Fortunately it's our "rainy season" and most afternoons are blessed with a thunderstorm. It is such a relief when the clouds cover the sun and the rain pours down. A little trivia...some say Florida is the lightning capital of the world but according to NASA, Rwanda takes the top place. Perhaps Florida is the lightning capital of the country then? Maybe. Though I love our afternoon storms, I prefer to watch from the safety of our porch!</div><div><br /></div><div>Another blessing of relief from the heat is the pool. Mr. H got it all set up a while ago and the girls have turned into fish. Well little wrinkled prune like fish. Actually they are a lot cuter than fish or prunes. They have perfectly tanned skin (despite high powered sunscreen) and lots of sun-brightened blond highlights. I haven't been brave enough to don a bathing suit, so no pool time for me yet. I have a nice pool float waiting for me. All in all though, the pool has been worth every cent.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kelley and I had our birthday. It is hard to believe that Kelley is now ELEVEN. Middle school is less than a month away. I have no idea why Kelley insists on growing up so fast. I have kindly asked her to remain in a state of little girlhood. But nope, she and Bethany are growing up fast. As for me-I'm just old. In fact, I would prefer to not acknowledge the ever increasing numbers. Do you all have the same shock when you actually realize how old you are or is it just me?</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to our birthdays...we both had a great party. Kelley opted for a brownie cake, while I chose a yummy Carvel ice cream cake. It worked out well-cake and ice cream! Kelley's gifts were kind of ridiculous-not that she got too much, not at all. It's just the high tech gadgetry. It's pretty amazing! My baby girl is more technology advanced than her mom (and dad). And that is what's ridiculous! Do you remember the original Nintendo system, Super Mario Brothers and saving the princess? That was the coolest.thing.ever. Now? Not so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. H is still without a job. There are some complicating issues that make getting a new job in his field a bit difficult. I hope there will be resolution to this soon. In the meantime, he's being resourceful and things are OK. He's also taking classes at the local college. Depending on the outcome of the complicating issues, he may have to change his course of study. I'd like to see that not happen, but all in all I'm trying to not get overly worked up about it. I've had to cut back on shopping which is good thing on many levels. But I do love to shop. </div><div><br /></div><div>We had quite a traumatic event a week or so ago. Bethany's kitty got scared and literally flew through the screened porch leaving a huge hole and disappeared into the night. The whole thing was bizarre. I spent a lot of time out searching for him and cried many, many tears. He's a year old but very tiny and not at all prepared to deal with life on the street. I was reassured by friends that he was likely hiding some place close and would be home sooner rather than later. The lot behind our house is empty and overgrown Florida scrub and that's where he was hiding. I called and called for him, shaking a container of food and after 24 hours he appeared...absolutely terrified. He wouldn't come to me. Mr. H has a way with animals, I call him Dr. Dolittle, and he went to catch the cat. Took him a little while, but now the little guy is home safe and sound. The other cats are none too pleased that they can no longer hang out on the porch.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure there's been more that's happened and more to share. I'll save that for future blog posts. This has been quite the stream of rambles. </div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-65693910680409071142010-07-05T16:33:00.013-04:002010-07-08T01:28:13.277-04:00Bringing home Bethany and HannahI'm sure some of you follow the blog <a href="http://snadoption.blogspot.com/">Room For More</a> or have noticed the button I have on my blog for Bethany and Hannah. (Another sweet Bethany!). I've been following the journey of this family who is adopting both girls from Eastern Europe. They have Down Syndrome and I've learned that orphans like Bethany and Hannah who don't find loving homes by the age of 4 to 5 have a very heart-breaking life.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://snadoption.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/70vq11.jpg" /></a></p><br />As you can imagine the costs involved are quite overwhelming. Bethany and Hannah are so close to meeting their new family and being brought home but before that can happen, a lot of funds still need to be raised. I haven't been asked to write this, in fact I don't even know this family other than by following their blog. But through the blog, readers are able to see that this family is genuine and are very excited to bring their girls home. There was a recent post about the seemingly huge hurdle they are facing financially. It seems that most of the "work" is done, and now it comes down to waiting, travel and money.<br /><br />So far they believe that God has been the director of the adoptions and has helped to make sure all of the previous steps have been met. They are sure He will continue to help, but at the same time so can others. While checking out their blog you'll see many ways to help with fundraising. Etsy stores and other companies are donating portions of sales to help fund the adoptions. And the big sisters are working on some really neat projects for the girls that are also fundraisers.<br /><br />On a personal note, this family has opened my eyes to these orphans and I have definitely been touched by them. These sweet little ones have such a hard road ahead of them if they aren't adopted in time. Time in their cases is very short.<br /><br />In many countries these children are put in institutions if not adopted by the age of 4 or 5 and that is how they spend the rest of their lives. I guess sanitariums like mental hospitals! That's it. Forever. There is very little attention given to them let alone love and affection. It is really heartbreaking. To learn more check out <a href="http://reecesrainbow.blogspot.com/">Reece's Rainbow</a>. How I wish I could bring these children home as part of my family. Unfortunately for me, the ability to do that seems so daunting and impossible. I believe that having had a diagnosis of cancer rules me out automatically in a lot of countries. But also, and this affects everyone is the expenses involved. It is so incredibly expensive.<br /><br />This makes me angry. Admittedly, I am not on the up and up with all that's involved. I do understand that there are processes and costs that go along with adoption. And ideally the adoption agency wants to make sure the children are going to be placed in a capable and loving home. However with such a bleak future for these children if unadopted coupled with the short time limits for adoption to occur, I can't understand why these countries are so picky?! Their system for dealing with these orphans appears to be absolutely cruel and wrong. Seems to me that they should be thankful for those who want to adopt instead of making the process difficult and expensive. Sorry for the negative opinion. I just feel so sad for these children. I also definitely admire and applaud families who face what may seem like road blocks at every turn and keep moving forward busting through each barrier!<br /><br />So I guess that there are a couple things I can do, I can help this particular family and spread the word to others. I can bring a general awareness of the situation as a whole. And I can ask others to do the same. It's a sad, unfortunate situation. But together we can hopefully help to make things a little better!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://reecesrainbow.blogspot.com/"></a><br /> </center>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-92052779279134927202010-07-04T00:14:00.010-04:002010-07-04T01:17:36.192-04:00The BP Oil SpillUp til now I haven't written about the disaster that is happening in our beautiful Gulf of Mexico. There is nothing I can say that will be helpful. The situation makes me very sad and very angry. I figure it's best to sometimes leave things left unsaid. I'm going to mention it now and share some videos for anyone who isn't aware of what is happening for reasons I've written below. Obviously, you can find many, many article and videos regarding this disaster if you look for them. I'm also going to mention some thoughts on the environment in general. And just so this isn't too Debbie Downer, I do have a giveaway coming up soon! It's come about through my desire and responsibility to be more Earth friendly, and encouraging others to do the same. Plus it's a pretty chic giveaway. Be on the look out for it.<br /><br />A couple days ago I observed an online conversation taking place in a blog's comment section and was shocked that many people commented that they were not following the story, they didn't really know about it and I guess were not concerned. What? How can they not know? Well, it seems that other parts of the country are not directly affected and didn't give much thought to anything they had heard about the oil spill. This just seems unreal to me, and probably everyone else who lives in one of the Gulf states. The Gulf of Mexico is a part of our lives. Some of us enjoy it's beauty, some of us depend on it to support our families. All of us love it.<br /><br />Another thing that came up over the course of this conversation was the inevitable polarization of views regarding wildlife and the environment. These types of topics always disturb me. I'm a nature and animal lover. Albeit one who is not doing all I can do to help our environment. That is something that I have started to work on and will continue to do so.<br /><br />There are just a couple of things that I can say to try and bring everyone together when it comes to our environment and the many creatures we share our world with. All are created by God-humans, animals and Earth. There is a connection, a God given connection. As for our environment, I don't know the extent of damage our lives and actions cause upon Earth. Many disagree on topics such as Global Warming, etc. It seems that I read that the biggest leap of technology in the history of mankind has occurred in the past 100 years or so. If you think about it, it really is true. But have all of these new advances come at a price? I can't imagine that such changes have not affected our environment in a bad way. Here is an example of something pretty gross and certainly bad for our environment, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_Garbage_Patch">The Great Pacific Garbage Patch</a>. One hundred million tons of debris estimated to be twice the size of Texas and 30 feet deep, swirling in the middle of the ocean per a write up in Redbook magazine for July 2010.<br /><br />Our bodies have been affected. The incidence of many types of cancer is increasing. Some children are developing earlier than children of generations before. I'm sorry I don't have stats for you on these things, but a google search can verify these increases. There are probably many, many more ill effects happening to us. My guess, and again it's a guess, is that these changes are happening to our bodies because of the increase in toxins, pollution, etc. So it's not so much of a stretch to think that Mother Nature is being affected as well.<br /><br />The last thing I'll mention about concern for our environment is that *if* we as a whole are damaging our environment, then it should be something that concerns us all. Let's face it, if we have a planet that is damaged to the point of being unable to sustain life, then most other issues that come up really won't matter will they? Again, I don't know this to be true. I believe that yes we have caused harm. I hope that it is not to the extreme that some believe.<br /><br />Here are the videos showing some aspects of the disaster to *our* beautiful Gulf. Yes, our Gulf. You may not have the pleasure of living in a Gulf state, but it is one of the many beautiful and fantastic places that our country has to offer to all of us! Apparently, the videos (2 parts for no longer than 15 minutes total) have been pulled down by BP a couple of times, or so it's been said. If the videos no longer work, you'll know why.<br /><br />Part 1<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/NcvzkrPL9C4/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcvzkrPL9C4&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcvzkrPL9C4&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><br /><br />Part 2<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tC-tYZ7tbYM&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tC-tYZ7tbYM&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-15060204247699502632010-06-25T15:18:00.017-04:002010-06-25T18:10:12.085-04:00Aloha Kai "Love of the Ocean"<div align="center"><a href="http://s221.photobucket.com/albums/dd137/paisleyplace/?action=view&current=boardwalk-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd137/paisleyplace/boardwalk-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br />I'm wanting to share an awesome new shop on etsy. For disclosure purposes, I'm not being compensated for writing this. When I saw my friend's art on Facebook, I encouraged her to open an etsy shop. This week she and her friend did just that! I promised her I would do my best to share their shop. They have been selling their art at different functions in So Flo, not living there anymore I really wanted to be able to buy a few pieces. Now I can and so can you!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ALOHAKAI">ALOHA KAI</a> "Love of the Ocean" is the shop run by Carol and Vic, two artists and surfers. They have found a way to clean up our beaches and make old things beautiful and new. They started this before the awful oil spill in the Gulf. Their art is made from items mostly collected from the Atlantic and Caribbean coasts.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://s221.photobucket.com/albums/dd137/paisleyplace/?action=view&current=pier-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd137/paisleyplace/pier-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br />Carol and I met in high school. Funny story and one to show you that though I have always had lofty aspirations to be crafty, I really don't think I have one iota of talent. (Maybe I just haven't found my niche yet). We were in ceramics class together and try as I might I could not make anything beyond the beginner's pinch pot. Carol would be whipping out piece after lovely piece, while I would have project after project fall apart or turn out downright pathetic. By the end of the year, I had not one, seriously not one ceramic masterpiece to show for my efforts. Carol took pity upon me and gave me one of her really cool pots full of swirly designs. I painted/glazed it and took it home...I was kind of proud-atleast of my color skills. But the truth, was engraved in the bottom, Carol's name!<br /><br />I am pretty sure that my mom still has that pot that is now home to a plant. Yet another thing I can't do-grow plants of any kind. Instead of a green thumb I have the "thumb of plant death"! Mr. H will not let me touch any plant, flower, garden veggie. In fact, he prefers that I don't even look at them.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://s221.photobucket.com/albums/dd137/paisleyplace/?action=view&current=summerhaze-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd137/paisleyplace/summerhaze-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br />So back to <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ALOHAKAI">ALOHA KAI</a>...if you love the beach check out the shop and maybe pass it along to your friends! I just bought a few pieces that really spoke to me and reminded me of the many days spent on the beach during younger and more carefree times, ones that I've had my eyes on since Carol shared the pictures on Facebook. The images I've shared are the ones that I got. They will be a perfect addition to my bedroom redo, a room that I've been wanting to make all about peace and tranquility.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-9043597050431853652010-06-22T18:29:00.006-04:002010-06-25T18:13:46.453-04:00Warning: No Rainbows or Butterflies Here TodayGuess I need to point out the obvious, June has not been the <a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/">NaBloPoMo</a> month for me. But it's not my fault. Honest. (Some have asked what that stands for, it's National Blog Posting Month. Which really doesn't make a lot of sense since it happens every month. It's simply a way to motivate yourself to the challenge of blogging every day for a month. They offer daily writing prompts. I think they may award prizes, too).<br /><br />So back to how it's not my fault. June hasn't been very kind to us. In fact, it's been downright sucky. Mr. H has lost his job. And not just lost his job as in laid off, but actually fired. If that's not bad enough, there may be repercussions he'll have to face outside of the job. So yeah, not good. Normally I worry, a lot. Sometimes obsessively. This mess however, has left me at a loss for words. We've talked about it and all, but for the most part I've been calm. Until today.<br /><br />One of our financial advantages is that we have older vehicles which are paid off. But we also have something called bad "carma". This rule in our world dictates that if one vehicle somehow breaks, the other must always follow suit and become broken as well. Mr. H's car has been out of commission for awhile now. He wasn't sure if he should get it repaired or purchase a newer car, since it's a bit old and probably worth less than the cost of the repairs needed. (I have no idea what's wrong with it). Fortunately, he's not the fastest acting guy in these types of situations so he did not buy a new to us car, complete with a monthly payment, only to get fired. And we still had my minivan. Which broke down yesterday. It's getting a new fuel pump for $700. Yikes. Because of the "carma" situation, I should have seen this coming. It always happens this way.<br /><br />So now the severity of the whole job loss thing is hitting me. I'm starting to stew. Mr. H had commented last week that he was so thankful that I'd been so supportive and understanding of the situation. And really I have been. I hate to disappoint him but now I really don't feel so easy come, easy go. When we met I was self-sufficient. Throughout most of our marriage I was the breadwinner. I would much rather have been a stay at home mom, though. You know that saying "Be careful what you wish for, it might come true?", that is exactly what happened to me. For the past three or so years I have been at home. Just under crappy circumstances. It took a long, long time to become comfortable being dependent on another person to support us. You know, because I can't *control* that person or their means of support.<br /><br />Today I'm feeling rather let down. Kind of angry. Starting to worry. And resisting yelling "I told you so!!!" to Mr. H for the action that has caused these problems. Because it is true, I did tell him so. UGH!<br /><br />I suppose it's best to stop here for now. I don't want to send out waves of negativity and run off my few but very appreciated readers out there. On a good note, school is out. The girls have been having fun. They've had a week to chillax, a week of art camp and this week is VBS. Our new pool should be arriving soon. I'm glad that I ordered it when I did, it would have been very hard to buy it knowing the current circumstances. And the girls really deserve it!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-60603997157505191432010-06-03T23:59:00.002-04:002010-06-04T01:53:28.686-04:00Bullet time...<ul><li>I'm taking the NaBloPoMo challenge, which means I need to write something.</li><li>There's lots of ideas floating around in my mind. However, I seem to be lacking in the ability to put my thoughts into words. Hence, the trusty bullet post.</li><li>Friday is the last day of school. A half-day. Why do they bother with those?</li><li>I'm certainly ready for vacation as I'm tired of homework. </li><li>Do your kids bring home a lot of homework?</li><li>Mine do, it's mostly busy work and I kind of resent it. I'm sure the girls do too.</li><li>After spending all day in class (hopefully) working hard, I think the kids should be able to come home and relax and play.</li><li>I can't remember if I had a lot of homework. Doesn't seem like I had as much as K & B do. Maybe I just didn't do my homework.</li><li>Though I ended up in advanced classes, I really wasn't a scholarly kid. My grades reflected that...my poor parents.</li><li>However, in college I redeemed myself and graduated with highest honors, so close to a 4.0, I had 3.97.</li><li>Not sure what we will fill our days with this summer. My dad (Papa) is a go, go, go type of guy so he's been busy planning activities for the girls. He also takes them on a real vacation each summer, not sure what this summer's destination is yet. Mr. H is also planning a little family get-away and maybe another one when the girls are gone. But there are still many open days.</li><li>I'd love to go camping but it's just too hot, humid and buggy during the summer. </li><li>I believe that residence in Florida should require all homes to have in ground swimming pools. We don't have one.</li><li>After much deliberation I ordered a frame pool today, a step up from the easy set ring pool we had in the past. It's a pretty good size, and so were the shipping charges. Yikes! But there's no doubt it will be money well spent.</li><li>I'd like to get a trampoline as well. But Mr. H and Papa are not on board, they fear broken body parts. Not from falling off, but from landing wrong. So although Miss B has reminded me that I'm an adult and I can get one if I want to, I've chosen to wait til everyone's in agreement.</li><li>If you have any pro-trampoline arguments, feel free to leave them in the comments. </li><li>Truth is, trampolines are a sore subject with me. As a kid I was promised to inherit my aunt's trampoline. Then my parents moved to Florida away from the trampoline in Ohio. So my uncle's nieces and nephew inherited it.</li><li>Yeah, I'm still a bit tinged.</li><li>And boats. Another sore subject. In Ohio we had a ski boat which we loved. It didn't make the trip to Florida. Where there is water everywhere. OK it wasn't exactly ocean appropriate but our <a href="http://www.highlandscountylakesassociation.com/">fairly small county has 113(!) lakes</a>. That doesn't include <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Okeechobee">Lake Okeechobee</a> which is not far away at all.</li><li>Maybe I'll put a boat on my birthday list. I'll probably end up with a canoe!</li><li>Or I could set up a boat fund donation page. Tacky I know. But remember <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Save_Karyn">Save Karyn</a>?</li></ul><p></p>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-26294315549137108232010-06-02T23:23:00.006-04:002010-06-02T23:33:34.874-04:00Yay Kelley!I remember Kelley's first day of Kindergarten like it was yesterday. It was a traumatic day, for me, at least. Even though I didn't take a picture of her on the first day I can still remember exactly what she wore. (And I'm guessing I'm the only mom who didn't take a picture on the first day of school, huh?).<br /><br />Hard to believe that Kelley's elementary school career will be over in two days. <br /><br />Today was the 5th grade awards banquet and she ROCKED it! (No pictures again, I'll never learn). She got awards for Academic Achievement and Excellence, Good Citizenship, Eaglevision and Chorus from School. Plus The President's Award for Academic Excellence signed "by" President Obama, and American Citizenship Excellence, with two gold pins. <br /><br />Unlike the first day of school, I was able to hold back my tears. But they were right there.<br /> <br />We are so proud! <br /><br />And even though it's gone by so fast, we are so ready to get this summer started! <br /><br />I'm trying not think about middle school yet, though...yikes!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-29083681001235466622010-06-01T23:21:00.012-04:002010-06-02T00:10:31.406-04:00Gonna Try it Again and The Ambitions of Me.I feel like my blogging mojo hasn't been quite up to par. Not sure why. One thing that is for sure is that I have been L-A-Z-Y with uploading pictures. Could be that pictures often give me topics for blogging. So anyway, I thought I'd put a little pressure on myself and participate in NaBloPoMo again. Amazingly, I kept up with it the first time. Not so sure how I'll do for June.<br /><br />They were nice enough to give me a writing prompt for the day...<br /><br />"When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?"<br /><br />Um, well, hmmm. Not remembering any definite occupations that I wanted to pursue like being a teacher or a nurse-which my parents were. In fact, I definitely <em>didn't</em> want to be a nurse. Funny how that works, since I became a nurse. <br /><br />The first thing that I can definitely remember wanting to be was a sister. Not as in a nun, but as in a sibling. Yep, I'm an only child. I wanted a brother or sister so badly. For years I was hoping for one. Finally by the time I hit my teens I figured out that wasn't going to happen. Eventually that desire turned into the more likely idea of being a mommy. But being a mommy seemed like an impossible wish as well. Guess I didn't have a lot of confidence in my ability to adequately care for another human being. Worried that I would never have everything in perfect order so that I could have a baby. Then I just decided to throw caution to the wind and had a couple of babies. Poor kids! Just kidding, our household is far from perfect but it's not all bad either.<br /><br />Seems like at one point I wanted to be a singer. I can't sing-at.all. So I'm not sure where that came from. Maybe just my love of music?<br /><br />When I was a little older I did want to be an author. I loved to write, still do. Now that I'm no longer working as a nurse, I tell myself that I really ought to start writing. But, I just don't think I have a novel in me. I love to read and always marvel at the characters and plots, how they all twist and turn and how it all sort of ends up intermingling and comes together. And while I may <em>think</em> I know it all, I really don't, so that sort of wipes out the idea of a non-fiction book.<br /><br />So there you have it, the ambitions of what I wanted to "be". All in all though, I'm just "me". <br /><br />Anyone else wanting to take on the June NaBloPoMo challenge with me?Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-8900495255775385792010-05-31T16:45:00.008-04:002010-05-31T17:05:44.384-04:00On Memorial Day...So much gratitude to those who have sacrificed and served us in the past, today and in the future.<br /><br />Many prayers to those who are in dangerous places-may you all remain safe and come home soon.<br /><br />We honor you today and every day. We are so proud of you. We love you all.<br /><br />Thank you and God bless you!<br /><br /><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/cbRGksthTHQ/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbRGksthTHQ&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbRGksthTHQ&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-28901760143097039942010-05-31T00:59:00.003-04:002010-05-31T01:05:39.642-04:00Heaven's new angel...Today <a href="http://teamcarterjay.blogspot.com/2010/05/newest-angel.html">Carter went home to Heaven</a>.<br /><br />Every parent's biggest fear.<br /><br />Carter's mommy and daddy are going through it.<br /><br />I want to be able to reach through the screen and hug them.<br /><br />Tell them what great parents they are and that Carter made the perfect choice when he chose them.<br /><br />To express how amazed I am at the level of grace they have carried throughout everything.<br /><br />And to thank them for sharing their sweet Carter with all of us.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-53227765148306006162010-05-29T00:31:00.004-04:002010-05-29T00:48:03.830-04:00Carter...I am at a loss for words having read the <a href="http://teamcarterjay.blogspot.com/">newest update on Carter</a>. I can't imagine how Carter's mommy and daddy are feeling right now, how heavy life decisions are weighing on their hearts. The specialists have told them that there is a very little chance that any medical or surgical intervention could help Carter.<br /><br />They have all been through so much. Carter has met challenges and fought so hard. He's such a little guy but his fight has been so strong. He has been through more than any child should have to experience.<br /><br />Carter's parents have been through more than any parents should have to experience as well. It's heartbreaking to even fathom the decisions they will have to make for their baby boy. Carter has suffered too much and they don't want him to suffer anymore. They have decided to put this all in God's hands on Sunday.<br /><br />My heart is so heavy for them. But my prayers will continue...prayers for peace, prayers for a miracle.<br /><br />Please pray for Carter and his family, too.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.teamcarterjay.blogspot.com" target="”_blank”"><img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i287/bundypunk/button.jpg" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-65488989761669538972010-05-25T14:26:00.005-04:002010-05-25T14:31:02.650-04:00Prayers for CarterIf you've never visited Carter's blog through the button I have posted, I ask you to visit today. Carter is having a very hard time. His mommy and daddy got some news that is very scary. Please go meet Carter and send up prayers for him and his family. Thanks.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.teamcarterjay.blogspot.com/" target="”_blank”"><img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i287/bundypunk/button.jpg" /></a></p>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-27036689582730967712010-05-22T13:30:00.006-04:002010-05-22T13:53:38.747-04:00Letting my baby fly...Last night Bethany went to her first sleepover without Kelley.<br /><br />They've had sleepovers before together and close to home. This time Bethany was on her own and going to be in another town.<br /><br />I was a bit a nervous.<br /><br />Bethany was more than a bit excited! She had her bag packed and was waiting for her friend when I snapped this with my phone through the window.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2_DwCyfZNo/S_gXo3D8BBI/AAAAAAAABI0/ACN-8Q7RZYk/s1600/boowait.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474151337811510290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2_DwCyfZNo/S_gXo3D8BBI/AAAAAAAABI0/ACN-8Q7RZYk/s400/boowait.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She's home now-safe and sound. Glad she had a great time and a chance to spread her wings without her big sister watching over her!<br /><br />They grow up so fast don't they?Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-75824711584990256052010-05-21T01:17:00.016-04:002010-05-21T03:05:11.122-04:00In which I stand for something and face getting voted off the island.I usually try to keep any cancer related posts on my <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/heatheryoung">caring bridge page</a> but this one is a little different and I think may reach a new crowd here, one that really seems to need to be reached. Over there, it's more about me or fellow cancer warriors and well-I think we <em>get</em> it. And a warning-this is a bit of a snarky moment...but for a few good reasons.<br /><br />Now I have to be honest real quick, about something that definitely <em>would </em>be better understood over there. But to be real, and honest. I'll admit this one little thing and hope that in a way you may understand. It's the color pink. Which is one of my favorite colors. More specifically the pink ribbon-the one that is used for breast cancer awareness. While all cancers suck (there's no polite way to really say that sorry), those who have been afflicted with another type understand about the pink ribbon. And how it's a bit, um, overused. In all fairness it is for a good cause. But again to be honest, because all cancers suck and are not at all discriminating in who they affect it would be nice if other cancers got the same amount of attention and support brought about like the pink ribbon does for breast cancer. I think I've seen the pink ribbon on just about any item you can think of and I imagine that everyone knows what that represents. However, unless you or someone close to you has been affected by another type of cancer, you probably have no clue what color ribbon represents each cancer. There really isn't a problem with awareness and fundraising for any cancer, it's just that all cancers need to be recognized and contributed too. I'd just love to see the great efforts of the pink ribbon for breast cancer awareness spread to other colors for other types. All people owe it to themselves to be able to recognize possible symptoms of any particular cancer. All cancers deserve to have fundraising and research and outreach. So that's my little snark about the pink ribbon.<br /><br />But my irritation this week is actually in support of breast cancer awareness and particularly the efforts made by <a href="http://ww5.komen.org/">The Susan G. Komen Foundation</a> the leaders in raising awareness, money and research for breast cancer. The foundation tries to reach as many women as possible including those that may not have insurance or a family doctor. Such as the women that may utilize <a href="http://www.plannedparenthood.org/">Planned Parenthood</a> for all of their health care including female care. In fact for those women, PP may be the first line of detection for those who otherwise may not be able to receive other forms of care. If you happen to be one who is against health care reform then I would say that PP is an organization that is helping reach those who may not otherwise be reached especially without health care reform. SGK donates funds to PP that are directly earmarked to be used for breast care including mammograms and other exams that could potentially catch a life threatening disease as early as possible. Makes sense to me that SGK would want to include PP in their efforts as this is all about <em>saving lives</em>.<br /><br />However, PP is seen by some by only one thing-abortion. Some people are not able to see that there is far more good health practices available at PP including breast cancer detection and treatments than there is abortion. I'm in no way turning this into a pro-life or pro-choice argument. I only would like to point out that as I've mentioned the vast majority of the efforts at PP are for positive health care. According to the <a href="http://www.plannedparenthood.org/files/AR08_vFinal.pdf">PP annual report</a> only 3% of the services offered are abortion service. Yes, ideally that would be better at 0%, but that is not reality. If anything PP promotes ways to avoid an unintended pregnancy and potentially avoid abortions. For those that believe PP actually promotes abortions, I ask you to look at the numbers and use some critical thinking skills. The big picture here is that PP offers 97% of services again for good health related things, including cancer screening and prevention. Again SGK is the leading foundation for providing all things breast cancer related and again any money given to PP is specifically used for just that. Nothing else.<br /><br />So you're probably wondering where this is all coming from? Earlier this week a blogger who's target audience is fairly large and targets women, took a stand-against the SGK foundation being advertised on her blog because they contribute money to PP who does offer abortions, a sad but legal option in our country. However, I can't reiterate it enough-the money SGK gives to PP goes towards breast health only. It <em>does not</em> enable more abortions to happen. End of story.<br /><br />I do believe that it was this blogger's right to choose what she wants advertised or not advertised on her blog especially because I believe this blogger's ad income is now her family's sole source of income. One of the problems that I do have is that SGK is only one of <em>many</em> <a href="http://www.plannedparenthood.org/ppcw/files/ColumbiaWillamette/Matching_gift_companies.pdf">organizations that supports PP</a>. While taking a stand against an organization who again is the leader of breast cancer support and thus helping to save many lives, there are an astounding number of companies that also support PP. Many of these companies develop and sell products that could be considered fun or even luxury items. This same blogger has decided to not boycott the companies that make these items, regularly uses and enjoys these items and by purchasing the said items obviously contributes to the overall income-some of which goes to PP. Over the past few days I have just been trying to grasp this blogger's line of thinking. Why take a stand against a foundation that's <em>sole purpose is to help save lives</em> <em>but not take a stand against a company who makes photo editing programs that the said blogger admits to <a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/2010/05/give-it-away-give-it-away-give-it-away-now/">"utterly obsessed with editing my photographs"</a> and publicly acknowledges the maker of her preferred editing programs as those made by a company that also supports PP financially?</em><br /><em></em><br />I am having trouble comprehending this line of thought and action. It seems to be one of convenience at the least. At the worst it's possibly turning away the support of the many readers of the said blog and their further support of SGK. Many readers did express that this information was new to them and thanked the blogger for making them aware so that they could discontinue their support of SGK-even those who were avid supporters up until this time. What a shame! And what a disservice! Not only is that less support to a foundation that helps to save lives but also these same women may one day find themselves diagnosed with breast cancer and may feel so strongly against this foundation now that they themselves may choose to not take the help of SGK in saving their own lives or the lives of their family members.<br /><br />What good can possibly come from this? I realize that speaking up and out against this will probably not put me in good favor with some. However, this has been weighing on my heart and mind for a few days. As a healthcare professional, the survivor of a blood cancer, and a woman I feel I need to speak out. As the blogger in question stated herself "<a href="http://twitter.com/heatheryoung717">If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything</a>". I believe those to be very wise words and I hope that many will see this whole debacle in a new light.<br /><br />And you know what? In the spirit of raising awareness, I think I may share this on my caring bridge site anyway!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843786101834494343.post-66223294024612658322010-05-12T23:36:00.009-04:002010-05-12T23:59:18.999-04:00and now an important message...Chocolate Melts-A Cautionary Tale<br /><br />I've been having a big time craving for Caramello bars for quite awhile now. At the store the regular size bars cost $1.09, is that not obscene or what?! For only four tiny squares of Cadbury chocolate goodness filled with drippy, sticky, yummy caramel.<br /><br />In order to save money, I had the bright idea to order a box of Caramello bars from Amazon. Isn't that genius? Saving money and trips to the store. A win/win! I bought a box a few months ago when it was still <em>winter </em>in most places. And recently placed an order where it's more like <em>summer</em> in some places.<br /><br />My box arrived and was brought right in. I figured they may have gotten a little warm and that I better check to see if they needed to go into the fridge. I opened the box and every single one of my precious Caramello bars were melted. Not a little melted. They were liquified! I put them in the fridge and now they aren't liquid, but for a Caramello connoisseur-they are ruined.<br /><br />I'm not sure if I should try to complain and return them? Was it my fault for ordering such a thing in May? It is poor judgement. But, why would anyone sell them at this time of year? Without some sort of climate controlled packaging? That's poor judgement, too. Really I'm not one to make a fuss, so they will probably go into the trash and I'll be out a few bucks.<br /><br />So, in order to turn this into a good thing, I've decided to make it a lesson to all of you on the interwebs...let's just all say no to purchasing chocolate that needs to be shipped unless it is winter.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09342009516840251489noreply@blogger.com4