tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37121018104545696152024-03-05T14:27:55.246-05:00Mommy Teaches!A southern momma who lives to learn and loves to teach.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-31388551808331500222014-12-02T12:22:00.002-05:002014-12-02T12:24:39.870-05:00Two years later...Some days I jump out of bed excited to start the day! Some days...... I roll out of bed, reach for the alarm, hardly crawl to the shower, then race....ALL. DAY. LONG. And for two years {apparently} that's all I've been doing. My sweet little blog...well, it has taken a crazy back seat! That, ends, today.<br />
Since I last blogged.... I found out I was pregnant! I had another sweet baby....<br />
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Oh. my. heart! Those cheeks! World...meet my newest addition: Grady Archer! Yeap, he's a GAB baby too! He entered our life on September 10th, 2013. Yes, that makes him ONE now. (Yikes. #badmomstatus #heneedsanintroduction<br />
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And here he is now! WOW... that was one really fast year....of no blogging! Before Grady arrived...I blogged about my GAB often....remember this guy?<br />
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Well, while we've been busy with little brother, big brother GAB was steadily growing... here he is now!<br />
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How did this happen?! Griffin is becoming a sweet little boy and leaving that baby stage in the past. (sniff...) Here's a few more...just to capture his spirit....<br />
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He is a silly little jokester who REALLY loves The "Engine" Turtles! Geez....FOUR?! Four years old!<br />
I'm still teaching...but I'm first grade and it ROCKS! There have been zero days I've regretted making that switch. Lots of challenges and tons more victories.<br />
Okay, so my sad neglected blog needed a catch up!<br />
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Until next time...<br />
Big hugs!<br />
XO<br />
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<br />Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-42505612519835923042012-12-18T21:28:00.000-05:002012-12-18T21:28:29.662-05:00Wait....What???So, I fell off of blog wagon because I was simply overtaken by life and the craziness of being a full-time mommy, coupled with a full-time teacher and full-time wife. As many of you may know, I switched from the world of sweet seconds to fabulous firsts this year and boy...what a switch! I am so in love with these sweet six-few seven-year olds it is unreal. The innocents in their smile and the awestruck wonder they exude is amazing. They have helped me rekindle a love for teaching. First grade is so my speed....FAST! Anyway..on to the post....<br />
Pretty much like everyone else, I am in complete and utter disbelief over the events that occured this past week in CT. Last Friday began like any other. My children are released from busroom at 8:15 where they walk down the long hallway to our room. There they wait quietly to be invited in. I usher them in with "good morning" and hugs all around. {I must insert here that firsties hug on average 69 times a day. NOT KIDDING!} They fervently unpack, potty, and begin their welcome work. 10 minutes later, our guidance counselor leads the morning announcements school wide. Pledge, patriotic song, moment of silence to reflect on the day, description of our character word of the week and how to display it with our actions and words. She closes each day with, "And have a wonderful day boys and girls!" in her sweetest teacher voice. My firsties and I sing and gather for our calendar and morning message. At this point in the day, I get to hear how Adrianne's* mom is turning 40 today! Billy's* brother is having knee surgery tomorrow. Noah's* dog passed away last Saturday. Jonah*, Avery*, and Carson's* daddies deployed yesterday together...and they aren't coming home until July....etc. I get an in-depth look into my babies eyes. This is where I get to know them. This is where we laugh the most, cry together and all and all build a relationship. Anyway....I digress...last week we were doing an indepth informational study of reindeer. We started reading fictional stories about reindeer. We concluded the study reading non-fiction books about reindeer, then brainstorming facts about this creature, and we even wrote our very first research paper! On Friday, we would conclude our reindeer unit by making reindeer sandwiches and building a reindeer out of various shapes. (And I must insert here they were absolutely adorable and the sandwiches were cute and delicious!) My camera is on my desk or I would flood this post with pictures!<br />
We were so immersed in our work we never knew about the horrendous events our "peers" seperated by only miles were facing in those very moments. Time and time again I have thought about if that were me. If those were my sweet innocent, babies? If we were bombarded in such a way that you can't even begin to brace yourself? It is completely unfathomable. I can't even begin to say I know what they are going through, but last year we had a "gunman" scare and I remember the sheer horror that filled me. I played it cool to my children, but in my mind I was thinking all about what we could do should we need a game plan. There was absolutely no way any of my students could be harmed! I can actually feel how those teachers who did face the massacre felt. It's in our teacher genetics. My heart breaks all around for this. I have many questions about why, but there are somethings I won't know until I get to heaven. I can, however, pray. Today, I pray God wraps his arms around those broken hearted parents who are laying their babies to rest today and in the days ahead. I pray for a peace that none of us can understand or comprehend. I pray for the teachers of Sandy Hook Elementary that are mourning the loss of their friends and colleagues while praising the Lord their life was spared. I pray for the parents of the surving students who feel a gaping hole in their heart who aren't sure what to do. How do you comfort someone who has just suffered an unimaginable blow? I pray God will guide their speech and actions. I pray for the leaders of their school board. They now have positions to fill and decisions to be made during this time of grief. I am covering the student body in prayer daily. How do you move on? Slowly? I also pray for the comfort of all my fellow educators. I didn't think twice about walking into school on Monday. I had 22 babies I needed to hug tightly as least once more. For most teachers, I think they can concur; but for those with fear, I pray God will give them peace. We are placed in positions for a reason. The unimaginable blow to Sandy Hook has raised the attention of the world. God doesn't promise us tomorrow, so we should live a life prepared to go at any time. <br />
Anyway, as an educator, I needed to say my piece. I feel heart-broken with saddness, but encouraged to let me children feel and increasing amount of love each day. <br />
Thank you Lord for the children you have given me in past and all of the babies I will teach in the future. I want to be used by you!<br />
Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-10604393739686357842012-06-27T20:29:00.001-04:002012-06-27T20:29:58.330-04:00Gee Golly...It's been forever!Well, hello friends and faithful followers! <br />
It has been a minute....or 5....or 10? Dumb expression... <br />
Anyway, boy! I certainly am busy these days! Momma of a toddler is kicking my hiney! Last summer I remember GAB napping for 2-3 hours 2 or 3 times a day. No longer! 2 hours tops 1 time a day! Anywho... since I have neglected to blog, I guess some pictures of what I've been doing lately are definitely appropriate! Here goes....<br />
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We have spent a fair amount of time on Daddy's boat....<em>fishing </em>boat, that is. Nothing fancy...and yet, we always have a darn good time! <br />
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We took a trip to the zoo on Father's Day! What a good time! GAB is not in a phase that screams "I LOVE TAKING PICTURES" but we really do give it our best effort anyway....<br />
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One more shot of momma's BIG boy...sniff. Truly don't know where the time goes.<br />
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We spent time with family! This is my grandfather and GAB's GREAT grandfather. We'll just call him "Island Trader". <br />
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GAB was a teeny, weeny, bit obsessed with the boat. I think he played on it for a solid hour. He especially loved the horn....figures!<br />
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I am having <em>technical difficulties</em> so I can't upload the rest of my pictures, but we have swam until our fingers and toes have wrinkled and we also saw Sesame Street Live! GAB was in pure heaven at seeing Elmo in "real life." It actually was a good $100 bucks spent! <br />
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I hope you're having as great a summer as I am! Until next time....Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-83177485156964391032012-04-05T20:59:00.000-04:002014-12-02T12:24:52.340-05:00Siesta, much?Hello friends! <br />
I know, I know, I dropped off of blogger world for a...<em>while.</em> I have no REAL excuse, instead I have 27,658,924,123 teeny ones. Sigh, such is life.<br />
Anyway, I feel like I need to just put it ALL out there. I have been busy being the encourager I said I wanted to be. (Go me!) However, with being an encourager I faced some immense heartache and pain. I wrote all about wanting to be there for friends and loved ones, and BOY God sent the masses...AT ONE TIME! (<em>Thank you, Lord for the favor!) </em>I confidently say that the Lord answers prayers. I will talk a bit about something things I have recently experienced. A very near and dear friend of mine found out she was pregnant! Her father in law passed away...so young...with cancer and she and her husband were just beginning to grieve that loss when they were blessed with the joyous news of their baby!!! It was so necessary to help ease the pain. They decided they were going to keep the gender a secret, so we began praying for precious baby K! We knew no matter he or she, that baby was a blessing from the Lord! He sent comfort to the broken hearted by way of this sweet miracle. Unfortunately, 13 weeks in, they went in for a routine visit and ultrasound to find a heartbreaking loss had occurred and they'd never even known. There was no baby... no heartbeat and no baby. Talk about needing to be strong, done. They are such a blessing to my soul and the blow to their already broken hearts was almost uncomprehendable. God gave me words to speak and tasks to complete. I felt like a pillar of strength when hugging them and holding their hands, but the second I walked away I found myself sobbing wondering WHY THEM? God is revealing things in my life daily...I am thankful that I depend on him for comfort. No sooner than this occured, my mother called me needing an encourager. Her marriage is under attack by the enemy. She began pouring out all the <strike>bad, horrible, </strike>unimaginable things she's going through. I begin quoting scripture and immediately began praying. The Lord can heal them! Again, after being strong for her, I found myself wounded and shocked. (No one says being there for others is an easy job, I guess.) Through it all, I have found that I feel encouraged and more faithful in what I know is truth. After a whirlwind few weeks, with friends, family, and my health, I have good news to report!! I have prayed for llllloooooonnnnnnggggg time that God would change me or change my working envirnoment and he has done just that! I interviewed for a first grade position at another school and our county and felt SURE there was no way I would get offered the position. Well, I did! I'm the newest First Grade Teacher at Richmond Hill Primary School! AHHHHH!!!! I am so excited. I'm so nervous and so thrilled all at the same time. The Lord is so good to me! I don't deserve the blessing and abundant happiness he gives. <br />
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<span style="color: black;">"Yet the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen [you] and set you on a firm
foundation and guard you from the evil [one]." 2 Thessalonians 3: 3 </span><br />
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I'm thrilled to be back in the saddle! On a side note, I'm DYING for SPRING BREAK!!!!!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-41162041177260160592012-01-29T14:49:00.000-05:002012-01-29T14:49:13.399-05:00All I want...Have you ever thought about how you are perceived? Have you ever considered how other people view you or what they think or say when you leave their prescence? I have. Extensively. I am constantly learning and growing and by all means, trying to gain a closer more meaningful relationship with the one who matters most...Jesus. I am taking part in a 21 day bible study on influential women in the bible currently, and I am amazed at the faith, humility, strength, and graciousness some of these women show. It makes me want to be a better woman. I want to model my life after THE proverbs 31 women. Have you heard??? Incase not, this is what I want to be perceived as....<br />
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<em>The Wife of Noble Character<br />
A wife of noble character who can find?<br />
She is worth far more than rubies.<br />
Her husband has full confidence in her<br />
and lacks nothing of value.<br />
She brings him good, not harm,<br />
all the days of her life.<br />
She selects wool and flax<br />
and works with eager hands.<br />
She is like the merchant ships,<br />
bringing her food from afar.<br />
She gets up while it is still dark;<br />
she provides food for her family<br />
and portions for her servant girls.<br />
6 She considers a field and buys it;<br />
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.<br />
She sets about her work vigorously;<br />
her arms are strong for her tasks.<br />
She sees that her trading is profitable,<br />
and her lamp does not go out at night.<br />
In her hand she holds the distaff<br />
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.<br />
She opens her arms to the poor<br />
and extends her hands to the needy.<br />
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;<br />
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.<br />
She makes coverings for her bed;<br />
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.<br />
Her husband is respected at the city gate,<br />
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.<br />
She makes linen garments and sells them,<br />
and supplies the merchants with sashes.<br />
She is clothed with strength and dignity;<br />
she can laugh at the days to come.<br />
She speaks with wisdom,<br />
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.<br />
She watches over the affairs of her household<br />
and does not eat the bread of idleness.<br />
Her children arise and call her blessed;<br />
her husband also, and he praises her:<br />
"Many women do noble things,<br />
but you surpass them all."<br />
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;<br />
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.<br />
Give her the reward she has earned,<br />
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.</em><b>Proverbs 31: 9b-31</b><br />
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I mean, WOW! I have a long way to go, but with the help of the Lord, I think it's possible. I hope that each person I meet feels blessed by the words coming from my mouth and the work that I do for them is good and beneficial. I hope that when GAB grows up and looks for his wife, he thinks he needs someone who is as generous in all things as his mother. I want to give as much as I can in as many realms as I possibly can. We are called to draw people to Him and I want to by acts of service!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-51205720237885731132012-01-20T17:05:00.000-05:002012-01-20T17:05:01.290-05:00Little Ditty!This morning while catching up on some of my "friends" blog posts lately, I read an entry that began just like this:<br />
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<em>I love, I love, I hate, I hate,<br />
I like, I wish, for goodness sake,</em><br />
<i>I hope, I hope, I pray, I pray,</i><br />
<i>I will, I won't, and for today...</i><br />
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So, I'm totally following suit and doing it too!<br />
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<strong>I love </strong>my precious angel...<br />
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This boy is my whole world! He keeps me laughing, learning, and occasionally crying. (HA!)<br />
<strong>I love</strong> knowing that today is Friday and tonight my sexy man is taking me on a date! Makes me smile on the inside....and out!<br />
<strong>I hate</strong> that my precious GAB is so sick! Sick like, it's been almost a month and no improvements. He has such a good attitude through it all though. The doctor's visits, the medicines, the snot wiping, the ear infections...on and on and on...<br />
<strong>I hate</strong> knowing that today the pediatrician is going to call me with culture results and tell me that GAB has to start coming in today for his 3 rounds of shot antibiotics. YIKES! Not only is it painful, he cries when we pull into the parking lot now. :( <br />
<strong>I like</strong> this pin from pintrest:<img alt="Pinned Image" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/38280665552378430_Ia8tQolC_c.jpg" />Isn't this hilarious?? I find that it so often happens to me, and I'm pretty use to it. What would someone say if I said this to them??? HAHAHA<br />
<strong>I wish</strong> for peace with my child. I want him to rest and feel better today.<br />
<strong>For goodness sake</strong> he's been sick for almost a WHOLE MONTH!<br />
<strong>I hope</strong> that in the beginning of 2013 I look like this <img alt="If I ever look this good, I'm wearing shorts like those running. outside." src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/73816881361855514_GiOeiNGH_b.jpg" style="height: 288px;" />with all these 4 am workouts! <br />
<strong>I hope</strong> that one of my closests finds out she preggo next week! She's ready and I'm ready to plan that baby shower!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
<strong>I pray</strong> that my husband's best laid plans go exactly the way he wants...yeap, he's making some HUGE life decisions these days.<br />
<strong>I pray</strong> that my wonderful friends find peace during this time of mourning over the loss of their father.<br />
<strong>I will</strong> be an encourager in any way that I can.<br />
<strong>I won't</strong> be a discourager to those I encounter.<br />
<strong>And for today...</strong>I will make the most of those I hold so dear!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-75068965236560424662012-01-10T07:31:00.000-05:002012-01-10T07:31:19.400-05:00Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!OR NOT! Last night, I was watching The Bachelor thinking to myself, "I am SO glad I didn't have to compete to get my husband." Some of these girls are complete basket cases over a STRANGER....okay, so he does <em>SEEM </em>incredibly sweet, however, a-hum, he is a man! He is going to swoon you and the next <strike>Blakely </strike>"fast" girl makes a move, he's going to pounce. Evident in last night's show....<br />
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Okay, so I mentioned in my last Bachelor post who my picks were...if you need a refresher....click <a href="http://mommyteaches-lindseyb.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-dirty-little-obsession.html" target="_blank">here.</a><br />
I am still team Kacie B. ALL. THE. WAY. Last night they had a special one on one date. I felt like there was chemistry and my friend {also an obsessed fan} agreed.<br />
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Of course, she got a rose! <img alt="Is Kacie Boguskie Falling In Love With Ben Flajnik Too Quickly? Tell Us!" src="http://static.wetpaint.me/bachelor/ROOT/photos/300_250/1256933927r1pre-3994229216714566017.jpg" />Isn't she just darlin'???<br />
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I also really like Courtney...don't ask me why. She is the complete, polar, total, absolute opposite of Kacie B. She's kinda rogue. Mean girl, in your face, etc. <br />
Ben really digs though....<br />
They, too, shared a romantic one-on-one date and chemistry was also quite natural. <br />
So much so, that being a Kacie fan, it made me a teeny bit sad.<br />
<img alt="Do You Think Bachelor 16’s Courtney Robertson Is REALLY Into Ben Flajnik?" itemprop="image" src="http://static.wetpaint.me/bachelor/ROOT/photos/460_340/1256934072r1pre--2773552702257424699.jpg" title="Do You Think Bachelor 16’s Courtney Robertson Is REALLY Into Ben Flajnik?" /><br />
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On another note, I'm pleased to announce.....Alfred Hitchcock's CRAZY, stalker type, JENNA...<br />
<img alt="Do You Feel Sorry For Jenna Burke? — The Bachelor Season 16, Episode 2 Poll" itemprop="image" src="http://static.wetpaint.me/bachelor/ROOT/photos/460_340/125033D0252pre--1277902047348976495.jpg" title="Do You Feel Sorry For Jenna Burke? — The Bachelor Season 16, Episode 2 Poll" /> was eliminated! HALLELUJAH!!!! She was awful to watch. {The blogger from New York...} YIKES!<br />
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Now, I am itching to see this girl go bye-bye next....<br />
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Meet Blakely!{Yes, this is how she looked almost the entire show.} She uses her "goods" to get what she wants....strong distaste for her....I most hated that she moaned while she was kissing Ben....really? All that was necessary? DOUBTFUL! <br />
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Until next time....Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-63842423268212341382012-01-03T07:18:00.000-05:002012-01-03T07:18:06.122-05:00My dirty little obsession....I am SO into trashy, raunchy television it's pathetic. I know, it's SO bad. I love Jersey Shore, 16 and Pregnant, Teen Mom, etc, etc, etc....<br />
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Taking the cake though....The Bachelor! Or Bachelorette, whichever is up. My husband complains as he hears me rambling on and on about an upcoming premiere. {Pssss....he complains and then he doesn't miss a second of the show.}<br />
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Anyway, last night was Ben's BIG premiere as The Bachelor.<br />
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<img alt="Ben Flajnik" class="bio-photo" height="351" src="http://cdn.media.abc.go.com/m/images/image-util/624x351/f97190f7608732b77000ce928e322c6d.jpg" title="Ben Flajnik" width="624" /><br />
Poor guy....after watching the premiere, I'm afraid he's in for a fuuuunnnnnnn ride in coocoo's ville!<br />
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Holy moly, there are some crazies!<br />
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Crazies chicks this season are:<br />
#4 <img alt="Lyndsie J." class="bio-photo" height="351" src="http://cdn.media.abc.go.com/m/images/image-util/624x351/b8f1d17fc4abafba65ace180d0cffa77.jpg" title="Lyndsie J." width="624" /><br />
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#3<img alt="Blakeley " class="bio-photo" height="351" src="http://cdn.media.abc.go.com/m/images/image-util/624x351/a96497c4de5abb1b078c3e7ebd89b8e8.jpg" title="Blakeley " width="624" /><br />
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#2<img alt="Monica " class="bio-photo" height="351" src="http://cdn.media.abc.go.com/m/images/image-util/624x351/dbc3cc0fef348ec87b36499722e99e9c.jpg" title="Monica " width="624" /><br />
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#1...hands down, Alfred Hitchcock, nutso is.....<br />
<img alt="Jenna " class="bio-photo" height="351" src="http://cdn.media.abc.go.com/m/images/image-util/624x351/993de060018f4258b10c83917e221a8f.jpg" title="Jenna " width="624" /><br />
{She's a blogger! YIKES...giving us all bad names!} <br />
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My TOP picks for this season are....<br />
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#4 Courtney...potentially causes all kinds of drama-based on commercials-but I liked her!<br />
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#3 Brittney...Okay, so she brought her grandma....big whoop!<br />
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#2 Lindzi C....loved the horse entrance and she's adorable!!<br />
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#1 My favie so far is....Kacie B.<br />
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She is just so stinkin' sweet! I think it's her southern charm! I hope she makes it to the bitter end!<br />
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What are your picks??Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-75677306883023191622012-01-03T06:17:00.000-05:002012-01-03T06:17:38.108-05:00Happy Birthday...to me??No, not to me...to my wonderful HUSBAND! My husband and I have this loooonnnnnggggg history together. We began dating in middle school. Yes, like 13...We took a few breaks over the years, but ultimately were married and are now writing our love story!<br />
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So, yesterday Greg turned 26. (I'm older...don't tell!) I am SO incredibly blessed to have him! {Hence my blog title!} I have never known anyone so determined, so faithful, so committed as Greg. It is sometimes a teeny bit annoying, but mostly just good times!<br />
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In honor of him, I gathered a collection of pictures to praise him for all he does for me and in general!!<br />
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Here goes....Happy Birthday, baby!<br />
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The NUMBER 1 reason it's my birthday too....<br />
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A few other pictures for your viewing pleasures....<br />
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I am so blessed because God gave me you!<br />
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<h4 class="ResultTitle"> </h4><h4 class="ResultTitle"> </h4><h4 class="ResultTitle"><a href="http://www.biblestudytools.com/genesis/passage.aspx?q=Genesis+2:22-24"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Genesis 2:22-24</span></a></h4><div class="ResultText"><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. The man said, "This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called 'woman, ' for she was taken out of man." For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.</span></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-60228609024298327442012-01-01T22:39:00.000-05:002012-01-01T22:39:07.227-05:00Bring it on!Okay...okay....<br />
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Resolutions are like so bad for me. I feel like I almost dread a new year because it's one more think I'm NOT going to follow through on. So, I vow to blog about this in hopes that I will be better! {Hopefully, this works!}<br />
My husband, Greg and I, spent NYE at my sister and brother-in-laws last night. We had a low country boil, fire, just good clean fun....I digress.... On our drive, I posed the question, "Honey, what are your goals and aspirations for our 2012 together?" His reply, "Uh, to make more money." One track mind. So, I waited and I waited and I waited...no avail. I blurted out, "THANK YOU for asking! Yes, this year I'd like to make money but that's a given because I have a full-time job. I'd like to lose 50 pounds (I know, we all do.) but not due to dieting, due to a life-style change. Like, a complete do-over. I hate diets! They are misery pits....again...I digress...<br />
I continued by telling him that I wanted to give more time, money, and resources to needy. {i.e. I totally LOVE volunteering!} Greg agreed. Thus...the resolution conversation began....Here goes!<br />
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1. We will start and finish Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University. (Greg knows this is HUGE for me as I hate blowing money and he has ten hobbies....nuff said.)<br />
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2. We will get in shape. I will continue my 4 am gym workouts and add better food choices in hopes to get this excessive weight off! He will start running and join a men's league soccer team.<br />
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3. We will serve in a missions field. Yes, we already give money to missions, but we feel called to go on a missions trip. We're still praying about the place, but our goal is to go!<br />
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4. Finally, we will grow our family once more. Getting pregnant was difficult for us, but we are going full force one more time. We have agreed to seek the Lord in this journey and not feel discouraged when it's often so easy to do. {I think this is my least favorite resolution simply because I'm so scared.} However, I know the LORD makes all things work together for MY good! For this, I will rejoice!<br />
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Happy New Year my blogging friends! I pray peace, prosperity, and abundant blessing and happiness to you and yours! <br />
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MUAH!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-43055011609503480602011-12-21T22:43:00.000-05:002011-12-21T22:43:21.742-05:00Share Your World Thursday...LinkyMy Dear Friend <a href="http://ardjla.blogspot.com/2011/12/ho-one-ho-two-ho-three.html" target="_blank">Jessica</a> is hosting a Linky Party Christmas Style! If you don't already follow her, DO! She's hilarious and is always doing some fun linky to make new friends!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0xrTP10bEQ/TvJG3lGFRJI/AAAAAAAAHbs/kAg0kZP0AtU/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="height: 31px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 411px;"><img border="0" closure_uid_373q3o="4" height="19" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0xrTP10bEQ/TvJG3lGFRJI/AAAAAAAAHbs/kAg0kZP0AtU/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's easy! My first married Christmas (still very much in love and very happy in every way as my marriage was a ripe 6 months old) my MIL {just imagine if you don't know what THAT stands for} gifted us with an enitre set of kitchen and bath towels that said..."Love is blind but marriage is a REAL eye opener." REALLY? Greg and I had our house painted a beautiful green and we used natural browns and whites as accents through out. No red. AnyWHERE. And the towels were a terrible damper on our first Christmas. Needless to say, they hit the spot! (Code for the DUMPSTER!)</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44cjeIZyrrE/TvJHWZ30zbI/AAAAAAAAHb0/RHHq1uL3RUM/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" closure_uid_373q3o="5" height="21" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44cjeIZyrrE/TvJHWZ30zbI/AAAAAAAAHb0/RHHq1uL3RUM/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Growing up, my family had this <strike>insane </strike>tradition to watch the 24 hour marathon of THE Christmas Story on TBS. I found it to be totally annoying....until I didn't do it anymore. Then I missed it. The marathon always starts at 8, so we would pop popcorn, grab out sleeping bags-or pillows and blankets- and the whole crew (like all 6 of my brothers and sisters and my parents) would pile up in the living room together. And how can you not love the grumpy dad and the dorky kid? The movie is classic. </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The End!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-Dy64kVpds/TvJI6_eyl4I/AAAAAAAAHb8/oeBmSyDvmHE/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" closure_uid_373q3o="6" height="47" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-Dy64kVpds/TvJI6_eyl4I/AAAAAAAAHb8/oeBmSyDvmHE/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">Choosing one is a joke, right? My grandmother makes the most incredible Christmas candy every year. Divinity, fudge, peanut clusters, pecan puffs, Christmas cookies, hard candy...etc. To. Die. For. I literally look forward to tearing up the sweets because they are such a treat. She spends days cooking all of this and it is all incredible! Hands down my favorite Christmas dessert!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Remember during this wonderful time of family and friends, Jesus is the REAL reason for the season!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Merry Christmas Everyone!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-1082915150538152082011-12-19T23:33:00.000-05:002011-12-19T23:33:35.718-05:00Sick...Have you ever had that stomach churning, awful feeling like something bad was happening around you? {Please, Lord, tell me I'm not the only one!} That's where I am today. Sleepy, exhausted, grumpy from the long day I just. Laying in the bed, I logged onto facebook. (It's so difficult not to just ONE. MORE. TIME.) Anyway, I did. Mis. take. I see a post from yesterday that made my stomach churn. Made my heart hurt. Most importantly, made all my "need for sleep" vainsh. Poof! Gone. Now, I sit typing wondering how to fix this problem. Or maybe not fix it, just address it. YIKES! Pray for peace of mind. Gym at 4... It's 11:33. Might be a tough day getting out of bed. Thank you, Lord for naps! Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-53342045283273408252011-12-16T23:46:00.000-05:002011-12-16T23:46:03.055-05:00Linky Fun!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmZaOnDnhu8/Tuj65ZxI-SI/AAAAAAAAHEE/WAIJKz_qB9Q/s1600/17095814417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmZaOnDnhu8/Tuj65ZxI-SI/AAAAAAAAHEE/WAIJKz_qB9Q/s320/17095814417.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I'm ONLY a day late and a dollar short...who's counting??<br />
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1. What is the best compliment you've ever recieved??<br />
<em>I got a compliment today that was pretty incredible. I'm a teacher [I babble about that a lot, I'm afraid...] Anyway, I teach 20 students reading intervention {i.e. extra intensive help} for 40 minutes every day. One of the students mothers bought me a gift and wrote the most beautiful letter inside. She told me though she didn't know me, a light shined through my smile. She knew I was an awesome teacher because the way her child rambles on about me and the growth she sees in him. She said I always wore a smile even in the toughest of situations and it was evident I was great at what I do. SMILE! My heart smiled....literally!</em><br />
2.Seat Belt?<br />
<em>Always. GAB needs his mommy. Nuff said....</em><br />
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3. Fill in the blank.<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You know you're comfortable with your spouse when ______________.</span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: inherit;">You talk about the color of poop, snot, amount of dirty diapers, etc. while scarfing down dinner. GAB and his needs pretty much consume most topic of conversation, however doing it while eating takes it to a new level!</span></em><br />
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4. Someone gives you a gift wrapped in a 4 inch square box. What is it?<br />
<em>Really? A picture frame of course! All teachers need trinket type frames, coffee mugs, and a zillion candles!</em><br />
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5. You are at Chik-Fil-A. What do you order?<br />
<em>Easy...regular chicken sandwich (no pickle), side salad with ranch, and a diet lemonade. A. MAY. ZING! Truly epic.</em>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-56126699736672480752011-12-10T23:47:00.000-05:002011-12-10T23:47:11.851-05:00My Whole World..."Children are a gift from the Lord. They are a reward from him." Proverbs 127:3<br />
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I have never known a love like I have for my son. I am more blessed today than ever {also more broke than ever} but alas I'm rich in love! I look at GAB and see how he's growing and changing and I am reminded of my purpose. My purpose on Earth is to teach GAB to be the best that he can and to live for Jesus. I have heard it said so many times, it's better to allow your children to learn by watching you than by hearing you. I couldn't agree more! Recently, GAB has demonstrated many things he's learned by watching his daddy and myself.<br />
1. He knows EXACTLY how to put on blush. {Daddy=FURIOUS at me for this one!}<br />
2. He washes his hands (minus soap and water) exactly like his daddy does each and every afternoon when he walks in from work.<br />
3.He has MASTERED a duck call. Yeap, we live in the South! My husband is 100% country boy and it makes him so proud that his {almost} 15 month old knows how to call a duck and can effortlessly identify one. (Real or fake.)<br />
4.GAB knows how to worship! It makes me heart leap to see my son raise his hands and sing. I am not ashamed to say, he's witnessed this and has picked it right up!<br />
5. He knows how to "read" me a story. Jibber jabber or not, he turns the pages, points to the pictures, and laughs at appropriate times. What can I say? I'm a teacher!<br />
6. When momma and daddy want to know if his cup is empty, what do we do? Shake it of course! Guess who else does too? Yeap, my boy! And when it's empty, he throws it. (Don't love the throwing, but I rest assured that he's brillant and will catch on soon enough.)<br />
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My list could go on and on bragging about my precious gift. Instead, I'd like to share some photos. This boy melts my heart....literally!<br />
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I'm so blessed....more than I deserve!<br />
Good night!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-23525690299255116042011-12-01T22:28:00.000-05:002011-12-01T22:28:55.164-05:00WHY?Have you ever wondered why something happens? Why me? Why now? What have I done to deserve this??? I find myself very often asking these questions. Sometimes in good situations and sometimes in not so great situations. Most recently, our very good friends invited us on a cruise. We had SUCH a blast. I found myself asking WHY am I the recipent of this awesome friendship? Why am I so blessed? On the other side of that, I feel I have lost a friend I thought I'd never lose. No matter what, I just knew SHE would never be anywhere but the absolute closest, nearest to my heart, dearest best friend EVER. Wrong. Can I just insert I have lost a lot of tears over this. But.... I find that God has a funny way of bringing things to my mindseye. I was completely bummed when she gave birth to her first baby and I wasn't contacted to come for a visit and when I offered to bring food I was brushed off- completely. Then, at 10 o'clock on Saturday night, I found myself listening to Dr. Charles Stanley explain how and WHY God allows people to come into our lives and leave. There's a season for them. Listening to him made me feel much better about the friendship I've lost for no apparent reason. I have been blessed with so many wonderful friends. Friends who want what I want in life, love, and their family. This one particular friend and I are polar opposites at this point in life. How does this happen? Really? Regardless, I find that in soul searching persay and in "why"ing God, I have found some particularly great pick me ups. I am reading Bringing Up Boys by Dr. James Dobson. (Complete pick me up. Another reminder of how incredibly blessed I am to be mommy to the most amazing little boy EVER!) I also love music! Jesus Culture and Hillsong have gotten me through many "why" questions. I am reminded daily, no matter how bad my situation may seem while I'm in it, God sees it all. Every season may bring pure joy, but HE has my world in his hands. Thank you, Lord for leading and directing my path. Thank you for placing those that you do into my path and I'm going to praise you for removing those that you do even if it doesn't make sense at the time. <br />
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<em>"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."</em>Romans 8:28Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-1449121042047993302011-11-05T14:39:00.001-04:002011-11-05T14:44:07.774-04:00Heaven is For RealHave you ever heard of it? BEST. BOOK. EVER. All I can say is I have read a many a books and this one is the only one (so far) that reached blog-worthy status. Recently, a very sweet, generous family in our community faced immense tragedy. In a terrible car accident, 2 of their 4 young children were killed along with their sweet grandmother. Talk about shaking a community...whoa. Anyway, the children attended the same private school my younger brother attends, my cousins teach, and one of my cousins is the assistant administrator. Needless to say, it was close to home. My cousin, Misty, and I were discussing the loss this family must be feeling and how only God can comfort them. <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I sobbed for this mother because I cannot fathom how she most feel today, yesterday, and on October 21st. Heartbroken? Empty? Anyway, much prayers for this family is appreciated. I digress....Misty, a strong christian woman that I look up to, suggested I read this book. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://heavenisforreal.net/" target="_blank">Source</a><img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDP_-v3OjTbvarA7S6AxYPfy4KyypcUMYWQlD0m-FW92DEXIHyxUK80bh4qha1iyZjsBpw21cYjlHeIuHoJgdG5otjO8O4zEeM8hDafxsQkIlD_-zR6W6q44Yt4g-f-wLZweyMXMIFxu81/s320/HEAVEN.png" width="211" /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">She told me it would be tearful at parts and at others I'd be laughing. She was right! Misty is a mother to two precious boys herself. She said she read it to her boys and her husband while traveling this summer. She told me how her youngest child, he's 6, asked at one part if his dad could take over because mom just keeps on cryin'! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, I highly recommend this book. I have fallen in love with little Colten and I obviously know nothing about him...other than this story of course.It makes me ready to meet Jesus and stare into his beautiful eyes. I will say, reading this book revolutionized my daily walk. I don't fear death. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">"For to me to live is Christ, but to die is gain." Phillipans 1:21</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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**"Therefore do not cast away your <u>confidence</u>, which has great reward. For you have need of endurance, so that after you have done the will of God, you may receive the promise". <br />
<span style="color: black;">Hebrews 10:35-36</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
**"So don't get tired of doing what is good. <u>Don't get discouraged and give up</u>, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time". <br />
Galatians 6:9 <br />
**"For everyone who <u>asks</u> receives." <br />
Matthew 7:8, John 16:24, John 14:13-14 <br />
So, to my friends out there, don't quit on God. He hears your prayers!!! I'm praying for you and ALL the babies your heart desires!<br />
"He gives the childless woman a family, making her a happy mother. Praise the LORD!" Psalms 113:9<br />
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And for those of us that have already been so blessed with the sleepless night, tired eyes, fussy babies, and all the other "not so joys" remember:<br />
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<em><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">"Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him. Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warrior's hands. How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!"</span></em><br />
Psalms 127:3-4Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-2876644755362602292011-10-12T14:10:00.000-04:002011-10-12T14:10:52.332-04:00Wordless Wednesday(This is my FIRST EVER Wordless Wednesday and so far...not so good.) <br />
Here are the things that are filling my Wednesday!!<br />
Happy Hump Day!<br />
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Yayy for Wednesday when I get to hang out with....<br />
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Happy Birthday, GAB! <br />
Love, <br />
Momma<br />
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It has been a fabulous year. I'm blessed to say, he's mine! <br />
Thank you Lord for favor and your abundant blessing!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-80709017868270802932011-09-15T17:19:00.000-04:002011-09-15T17:19:06.789-04:00FrustratedOkay, so we'll just go ahead and put it on the table that I'm venting. Totally...completely....100 percent venting. The last two days have made me question WHY on EARTH do I sign up to be treated poorly? Why am I not courageous enough to quit? Do I have that little faith that God will provide? I don't know. I don't care to know, really. What concerns me most right now is my family. I thought one of the reasons I selected "educator" as my profession of choice was because it was such an awesome way to be a mommy and yet impact the future. Apparently, I was wrong. Our PTSO is hosting a Family Fall Festival that is open to the public on the same day that just so HAPPENED to be re-scheduled to my baby's FIRST birthday. Yes, first as in he will be turning 1. HUGE! This is a milestone in child rearing. It is well planned, well thought out, and of course, takes lots of time and money because it is completely about celebrating our precious gift and HIS special day. Our family doesn't live all in the same town, so we have people traveling and it is a big to do with my family and closest friends. Well, like all other PTSO sponsored events, we are strongly encouraged to volunteer our time. (Let me just insert I am a DO-ER. I feel I give more time, money, and resources to this profession than necessary majority of the time.) I always volunteer to assist with these fundrasing events after working lllllooooonnnngggg days teaching 2nd grade. I am not a complainer and in fact, am always willing to go above and beyond to see to it that they are never left short staffed. So, this fall festival interferes with my child's party. We were given 3 reasons we would be permitted to miss. Yes, 3. Would you like to hear them? Here goes: 1. Death in immediate family 2. Hospitalization and 3. College class. No other excuses would be approved for absence. REALLY? Well, first birthday is none of these. I, being the do-gooder I am, made a point to send a sweet email simply stating the predicament I am incurring. Having family in town and all, I will not be able to attend. I am so sorry, I will need to sit this ONE instance out. Do you think that was acceptable? ABSOLUTELY NOT! Not only was it not approved, I was talked to like a dog instead of an educated woman, and I was told to RE-SCHEDULE my child's party. REALLY? One week from the date? I think not! Regardless, that is not an option. So, I am now being bullied into a "compromise" of <br />
A) working before the event ON SEPTEMBER 24th setting up or B) working after the event on SEPTEMEBER 24th cleaning up and breaking down. That is not a compromise! A compromise would be working a few shifts at another fundraiser. What makes this whole thing even worse, I'm being forced. I was told a substitue i.e., a teacher with freetime cannot pull my shift. I HAVE TO WORK. So, being the do-gooder I am, I agreed to work at 6:45 until 9 only to find out that there are MANY teachers who won't be working at all because there are no other slots that need to be filled. Isn't that conveinant? I'm told to reschedule my child's party, and other's are free to do as they like because "oh! The sign up sheet is ALL full!" I am beside myself. This is not over! I will be persuing this to the fullest. 1. I am not a dog, animal, or a child and 2. I should have some sort of educator rights! This is not a dictatorship last I checked. VERY, VERY insanely frustrated! Sad part...this isn't the first incident and as long as I stick around, it won't be the last.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-11742486354643807362011-08-19T07:07:00.000-04:002011-08-19T07:07:42.519-04:00Hustle and Bustle<div style="text-align: left;">In this transistioning phase, I have discovered a few truths... I awoke this morning with the urgency to share. It's easy to complain that I spend my days completely overwhelmed meeting the needs of 24 diverse learners with little support. It's easy to complain that after working so hard all day, I come home to be a mommy to a busy little boy who wants 100% of my attention. It's easy to moan and groan that after ALL of that I still have to cook and clean and be a good wife. ;)</div><div style="text-align: left;">But then, on days like today, I am reminded how incredibly blessed I am! Teaching is a life-style- not a job. It is demanding all day and many nights, but I know many women would kill for the position I have. In these tough economics times, there are awesome teachers with no classroom, no students, and no postive outlook for a potential job in the near future. I AM BLESSED! I have a job and it's a good one. I have 24 students who need me, but more than that, they love me. Their momma's tell me so and I am awestruck each time I hear it. These children are a big part of my whole world. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">After getting all 24 on the right bus, right van, right car, etc, I come home to MY baby. How blessed I am to say that! Momma is a job so many women long for and have bleak hope for that. I was told I would never have a baby without medical intervention. I live to tell GOD IS GOOD! He has reigned in my life. GAB is the most precious miracle! So, when I want to complain that I can't take a nice hot bath in peace and quiet, I am reminded of those sleepless nights and the endless tears I cried for this baby. Again I say, I am blessed! As I rock my blessing, who is incredibly adorable and oober friendly ...see.... </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpzg7g4mGJi8Vgh5JgrunFTEJlTIbpN3HrcjF_nNdVlCPGzYsXc0kF5PXIX_nznyJVbq9GocrngCSxcmO5Ses0p_H3OUYHigrmIQxijc6zFG9jcKPHgsTeFgUwma4uKrGDAXvEhXNa-Ie/s1600/SDC12873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpzg7g4mGJi8Vgh5JgrunFTEJlTIbpN3HrcjF_nNdVlCPGzYsXc0kF5PXIX_nznyJVbq9GocrngCSxcmO5Ses0p_H3OUYHigrmIQxijc6zFG9jcKPHgsTeFgUwma4uKrGDAXvEhXNa-Ie/s320/SDC12873.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I praise God for entrusting me with this precious little life! Who do I deserve such favor? Why do I get to be the one who is so blessed? PRAISE GOD! I am forever grateful for the blessing!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">But before I end, I have to touch on the last of my complaints. Being a wife. I have battled recently with juggling these titles, but again, I am reminded I am married to a man that loves me for me. No matter the stress, the added weight (ugh), the raging hormones, whatever...he still loves me! He values my opinon and respects me as a woman. Most of all, he says he can't wait to grow old with me. He's in forever! He's committed and God-fearing. Again I say, I am blessed! Thank you Lord for all that you are and all that you do. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Your love is SO amazing!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-26468641915080966812011-07-31T14:32:00.000-04:002011-07-31T14:32:36.298-04:00A Tasty Take on Snack TimeI think you all have figured out that I LOVE linky parties! I feel like it is a great way to "meet" new people and gather new strategies and ideas to implement in my classroom or share ideas for YOU to implement if you like! Soooooo, today I've joined a linky party hosted by <a href="http://bainbridgeclass.blogspot.com/2011/07/tasty-linky-party.html">Mrs. Bainbridge's Class</a>. She has posed this topic: <br />
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How do you create an efficient snack time in your classroom so that you aren't using too much time up, but still making sure tummies are full so kids can learn?<br />
Do you send a snack calendar or do kids bring their own snack each day?<br />
What do you do during snack time? Do you instruct? Do you read? Do you just let kids have that few minutes to socialize?<br />
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And I say....<br />
Well, I've done it a variety of ways. I have utilized a snack calendar and also just allowed the students to bring their own snack if they were hungry. My conclusion is this: snack calendar is the bomb.com! I have only had a few occasions where a mom has forgotten or just chose not to participate, and in the event that occurs, we always have leftovers or I keep choices in my cabinet. I find that if the kids are responsible for individual snack, I spend more time breaking up arguments over trades, listening to "I'm hungry" or "I forgot and I NEED one" (haha)...etc. So, snack calendar it is! Each child is assigned a day to provide for all of their friends. We have snack during our "read down, cool down" right after our afternoon recess. This gives them the opportunity to cool off, go to the restroom, grab a few (hundred) sips of water and just all around regroup! I have tried having snack on the playground during recess- that didn't work. I have also attempted having it as a "chat" time and that was just all around mass chaos! Allowing them individual time works well in my room with a snack calendar!<br />
Can't wait to read what everyone else does!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-6509373263100660592011-07-30T07:57:00.000-04:002011-07-30T07:57:20.568-04:00Clutter-Free Classroom: FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL ACTIVITIES<a href="http://clutterfreeclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-day-of-school-activities.html?spref=bl">Clutter-Free Classroom: FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL ACTIVITIES</a>: "Do Y'all Know Jodi? Not me sillies. The other Jodi. I know. Cool name, right? I'm talking about Jodi from Fun in First . She's hosting..."Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-80714809629408336602011-07-29T23:22:00.002-04:002011-07-29T23:42:28.044-04:00Whew....<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have so much to say and yet all of my thoughts are jumbled in my exhausted brain. Pre-planning has begun and BOY! what a week! GAB started a new day care, which turned out to be an AWFUL disaster. Here's what I pictured: </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZB2Kc-eTnhluhNhlA0zfceYeih0s_f6oxEOEtGEtNHnCSUmsqrAEbuS6rfv4EQgkMOkxDiEg9n-iva11aiRb_QUD6OAg6TNdti2qq-AqlsI2okKjLE2e2tkrx9XZVy6SWCyzz5dGdf7W/s1600/daycare-reno-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZB2Kc-eTnhluhNhlA0zfceYeih0s_f6oxEOEtGEtNHnCSUmsqrAEbuS6rfv4EQgkMOkxDiEg9n-iva11aiRb_QUD6OAg6TNdti2qq-AqlsI2okKjLE2e2tkrx9XZVy6SWCyzz5dGdf7W/s320/daycare-reno-2.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?q=day+care&um=1&hl=en&rls=com.microsoft:en-us:IE-ContextMenu&rlz=1I7ACAW&biw=1366&bih=595&tbm=isch&tbnid=Be1__289eVhtdM:&imgrefurl=http://daycarereno.com/&docid=0YITOL7DAVJ8KM&w=520&h=344&ei=b3QzTpvfDNOjtgfz4eiQDQ&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=109&page=1&tbnh=130&tbnw=168&start=0&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&tx=98&ty=60">(source)</a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Instead it was something more like this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0r5jlTX40W8CpORn1NrJwmI1bMZxv3N9v2LjDIETxhsfCaWBUWtTT9BeCCqzK2AQg2X5u8fj8i6ZcmwNCOvnPmnmjNC1qSCaYKd0r_-lwuaMx5OGQAfM4l6hVruIAc4hw2MpA8qhFWsFn/s1600/Garbage-House-3_6784-706701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0r5jlTX40W8CpORn1NrJwmI1bMZxv3N9v2LjDIETxhsfCaWBUWtTT9BeCCqzK2AQg2X5u8fj8i6ZcmwNCOvnPmnmjNC1qSCaYKd0r_-lwuaMx5OGQAfM4l6hVruIAc4hw2MpA8qhFWsFn/s320/Garbage-House-3_6784-706701.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?q=garbage+house&um=1&hl=en&biw=1366&bih=595&tbm=isch&tbnid=cEucfBDsYoqfUM:&imgrefurl=http://www.sciencebuzz.org/buzz_tags/cryptozoology&docid=LjdoCbY_rkRfRM&w=1600&h=1200&ei=b3UzTsjuDY_Btgfm74z2DA&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=110&page=1&tbnh=148&tbnw=202&start=0&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:2,s:0&tx=85&ty=80">(source)</a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">With a baby and 5 children thrown in the mix!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay, so I may exaggerate a little, but it was bad and that is that! GAB is staying home with a good friend whose good fortune and big heart couldn't have come at a better time. PTL for people you can rely on! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm also battling 4 impacted wisdom teeth. 1 of which is infected and keeping me awake at night. I saw an oral surgeon after an entire week of pain who said he could do the surgery immediately!!! Yayy, right? <span style="font-family: inherit;">WRONG! There was a catch (like most everything) and he needed August's mortgage payment up-front to get me feeling great again</span>. After I pulled myself off the floor from sobbing and acting like a 6 year old, I called my health insurance company who informed me they cover 100% of my surgery IF I choose a doctor in network. So, I had to think to myself for a moment...pay a few thousand dollars or change surgeons and pay <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">cero dólares??</span> <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Hmmmm, better hit the yellow pages!</span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, my room-classroom- needed a desperate overhaul. I had a hodge podge of random mismatched items with no real theme. Well, I have a theme now and I feel like my room is a great reflection of me. It's bright, bold, and fun! I chose polka dots as the theme and I think I acheived the look I was going for even on a budget. I certainly wish I had the means to just go nuts, but...that isn't the case. What I haven't accomplished between the hours of 8 and 5 in room 410, I've worked endlessly on here. At home. After GAB goes to bed. So, needless to say, I'm completely spent.(I will post pictures when the room is turn key!)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Today, I mentioned to a great friend (and colleague) that it took me almost 2 hours to format a semi-informative powerpoint for open house. This just seems ridiculous! It's not even that long. Is it that I'm getting old and slow? Maybe just too bogged in the brain. Maybe too many text boxes and shapes to format...ugh...either way. Here it is! Do you share this much "personal business" up front?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.slideshare.net/MommyTeaches/openhouse-8729317">Open House Powerpoint</a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09407721123676518384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712101810454569615.post-19335074341087723602011-07-23T09:08:00.000-04:002011-07-23T09:08:10.228-04:00A Little Linky LoveOkay, I'm sure if you've been following my posts, you know I'm finishing up an awesome linky party hosted by <a href="http://clutterfreeclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/07/whole-lotta-linky-party-day-5-of-5.html">Clutter-Free Classroom</a>. We were challenged by 5 different topics to blog about and then share! So, today is day 5 and the final task. <br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Today's writing assignment is:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Mandingo;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Letter Writing</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Write a letter to the author of a blog you admire. Be sure to include a link to the blog and the reasons why you enjoy reading it. </span></div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit;">Dear Amber, (As in <a href="http://life-ontherox.blogspot.com/">Life on the Rox</a>)</span></span></div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> <span style="color: magenta;">I am writing to tell you that you are my FAVORITE blog to read! Reading a new post guarantees a laugh and most definitely some southern charm! (Which means you're already so my style!) I appreciate that you can take a simple, everyday scenario and blog about it and make it interesting. For example, while browsing around I LOLed at posts regarding butter, Diet Coke, soap, doughnuts, simple town folk.... etc. In addition to your southern charm and wit, you are a Christian momma doing whatever it takes to raise 'em right! Little GA is a lucky lady and I feel like you are on of my very best (bloggie) friends! Thanks for keeping it all short and sweet and definitely keepin' it real!</span></span></div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span style="color: magenta;">A blogger admirer,</span></span></div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span style="color: magenta;">Lindsey</span></span></div><div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6p1MGyW244AhhRDfwgWeJzLk5QXMocMMev6pUWn9q2N8zcrG6TcASIF8O0HjSzzdvM_bKeu3cCXoMTbR-or_ufvtxQxjDHW2YFhxyKphOW8tT92pcQxHQIcgmcmIYd_lVqqAYagpWbPO/s320/600.jpg" t$="true" width="228" /></div><a href="http://life-ontherox.blogspot.com/">Check her out HERE!</a> <div style="font: 14px Chalkboard; margin: 0px;"><br />
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