tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53296993315011438962024-03-13T20:39:09.238-05:00365 Projectbelle5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888971623916036226noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329699331501143896.post-68524511326513148072010-08-10T16:58:00.000-05:002010-08-10T16:58:49.391-05:00CRAZY BUSY!<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No fears my internet peeps...I have not abandoned the project, I have not reinjured myself, I am not sick....just CRAZY BUSY!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Fear not, I HAVE been taking pic (and some wild ones at that!) and will hopefully be able to upload tomorrow, or maybe even tonight if I can <strike>kick the boys out of the house</strike> encourage my dear sons to go do something that doesn't involve driving me insane (it's a short trip!).</span>belle5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888971623916036226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329699331501143896.post-79713613049625785982010-08-06T08:30:00.014-05:002010-08-07T09:08:06.981-05:00217 - WHAT?!?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I ran errands yesterday and today. I hate to run errands. I hate to shop. This was a text I sent Mr. Incredible...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Shopping is no fun</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">It makes me want to throw up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I might need a drink</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">BUT - Somethings just seem to make it all worthwhile like</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">1. The look on Mr. I's face when he realized that by bargin shopping, I was able to afford these for him:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">2. The look on #1's face when he realized I had found the "perfect" outfit for him to wear to a party tonight on a clearance rack</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">3. More than anything else....THIS - </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday I attempted to climb Mount St. Laundry. The task was large, the obstacles harsh, and my attitude dismal. I did not reach the summit yesterday, but with renewed determination and fortitude faced the challenge and foraged ahead today. I am happy to report that as of RIGHT NOW there are no dirty clothes, towels, sheets or blankets in my house. HOWEVER, give it a few hours and the beast will rise again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So as I was sorting the laundry yesterday, I decided to go the extra mile and sort it right. You see, normally I just sort into whites, color, towels. BUT yesterday, I was feeling especially domestic and sorted into whites, darks, brights, reds, towels, blankets/sheets. I even made a pile for brown/tan. I took the following picture to prove I AM able to do this the right way.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8mltR1oSHVhWtk3cx5V-vYyWJjnXjOOjEmUL_nNYike4SOKim958cs70lRDamQQiGQ33Z5V6InqeuMHTVpitY4UImOQA2XYDn5Vrb4WnLNgJtdS9rrsOwRQxgtcWNwGrkc0gm4EOB7E/s1600/8.5.10a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8mltR1oSHVhWtk3cx5V-vYyWJjnXjOOjEmUL_nNYike4SOKim958cs70lRDamQQiGQ33Z5V6InqeuMHTVpitY4UImOQA2XYDn5Vrb4WnLNgJtdS9rrsOwRQxgtcWNwGrkc0gm4EOB7E/s400/8.5.10a.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Afterwards, when I downloaded the pic, I had a sudden moment of nostalgia. I had a friend not many years ago that was LAUNDRY QUEEN. My slovenly ways used to drive her crazy. Bless her heart, she would try to teach me, but I would have nothing to do with properly sorted clothes, stain removers and the super-special sanitary cycle on my washer. Bright white socks were her pleasure. Clean unspotted jeans her bliss. So when I looked at the pics from yesterday, I missed her. I missed her from the bottom of my heart. I really don’t know what happened to us, I guess we more or less grew apart. If there is one thing I am better at than avoiding conflict, it is avoiding uncomfortable situations. You see it just became easier to avoid interacting with her than to try to figure out what really happened. Yes, I AM the world’s worst friend. Sure, I have my excuses…I don’t have time, the boys schedule make it impossible, our kids are at different stages in life and therefore so are we…but when it comes right down to it, they are just excuses. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So why am I posting this here? To be honest, I am not sure. I debated last night whether I should. But when it comes right down to it, the whole reason I started this 365 Project was to record a year of my life honestly, and well , sometimes honesty just isn’t pretty. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So there you go…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AAANNNDDD <a href="http://tnicolej.blogspot.com/">Nicole</a> – here is “The Rest of the Picture” LOL!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Here is the pic for today...yes, it is Cooper yet again, but seriously, when you are this cute, how can it be helped?</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More on where he is laying tomorrow...I am still deciding on what I want to post about Mount St. Laundry tomorrow.</span></div>belle5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888971623916036226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329699331501143896.post-11872984955426472682010-08-04T19:47:00.001-05:002010-08-04T20:06:29.495-05:00Bonus<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is not the pic of the day...it is just a bonus because I have something I want to say...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">1. It's hot....like really, seriously hot. I think I am ready to break down and complain about the heat. You know my friend <a href="http://ak365.blogspot.com/">Lisa from Alaska</a>? I was totally ready to join her today. NOW keep in mind I will take being hot over being cold ANY.DAY. but, well, today I am officially complaining.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">2. Lisa - I love you, and I know you read <a href="http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/">Rants from Mommyland</a>, so I know you will understand when I tell you to, "Suck it Fancy!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">3. Tonight #1's team is playing for first place. I cannot even tell you how much I do not want to go sit in the heat and watch.....that's just bad parenting!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">4. This pic was taken while driving around town...not sitting in the parking lot. (The driver did not take the pic, the passenger did!)</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">5. If I hear one more person say "Really, it's not the heat, it's the humidity." I am going to hand them a printed copy of this picture and say..."SERIOUSLY, i THINK it MIGHT be the HEAT!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">6. Normaly I would be praising Mr. Incredible for be so adept at maintaining/fixing/magically keeping our poor ol A/C running, but today I think I will give myself a pat on the back for having the brains and foresight to marry a mechanical genius.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">and now off to swelter at a baseball game....WOOHOO!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How about you? Did you exercise your right? </span><br />
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I REALLY try to avoid politics here on my little piece of the web, I think there are plenty of other places to go with more informed opinions and information than I could dream of getting into. <br />
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HOWEVER...I do not consider what I am about to say political. I really don’t care about who or what you voted for. So we don’t see eye to eye politically, that’s okay….really. I DO care that every American citizen who is eligible to vote understands that it is important to do so. It is not just a right, it is a privilege. It is not just a privilege, it is your duty. Men and women have put their lives on the line, given up valuable family time, given freely of their finances so that you could spend 5 min in a booth letting your voice be heard. <br />
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I will get off my soap box now. If I have offended you, I apologize, but hopefully I have given you something to think about come November.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TOTALLY cute - but irritating for the reasons listed above </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">AAANNNNDDDD</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">see that lead on our poor Lucy-Fur?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">If it were not attatched to her collar, I would be spending the next two hours giving my neighborhood a show of an overweight middleaged woman chasing an eight pound dog, yelling not nice words and threatening to call Animal Control on her.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">(NOT that I have done that before or anything!)</span></div>belle5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888971623916036226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329699331501143896.post-73699033787251691082010-08-01T13:01:00.001-05:002010-08-03T19:28:26.579-05:00212 - Sheltering Tree - Newsong<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is one of my favorite songs. I love it because I think we can all universally agree, no matter how our beliefs may differ, that a friend in a time of difficulty or hardship can make the all the difference in the world. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it's been said a friend is like a mighty sheltering tree </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a place of refuge we can run when trouble comes for you and me </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">someone we can count on through the thick and thin </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">when the storms of life are blowing, there's</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">just nothing like a friend </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(there's just nothing like a friend) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">chorus: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">we all need sheltering trees </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">friends in our lives who'll get down on their knees </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and lift us up before the king of kings </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">we all need sheltering trees </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">there've been days that i was sure that i couldn't make it through </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">clouds of doubt came rolling in and i didn't know what i would do </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i would've given in and said i just can't go on </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">if it hadn't been for a friend that helped me to be strong </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(helped me to be strong) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">bridge: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you can face the highest mountain and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the climb won't feel so high </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or cross the darkest valley and it won't seem so wide </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nothing is impossible when a friend is by your side </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You keep me rocking all of the time </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Red red wine you make me feel so grand </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You spin me right round, baby</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">right round like a record, baby</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right round round round</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You spin me right round, baby</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right round like a record, baby</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right round round round</span>belle5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888971623916036226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329699331501143896.post-53846337696966102662010-07-29T17:01:00.000-05:002010-07-29T17:01:30.240-05:00209 - I apologize in advance for this...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> It's peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There he go 4x</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peanut butter jelly 4x</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat 2x </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">(By the Buckwheat Boys)</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where he at 4x</span>belle5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888971623916036226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329699331501143896.post-80873156637478562932010-07-28T14:35:00.000-05:002010-07-28T14:35:53.562-05:00208 - Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whatever happened</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To Tuesday and so slow </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Going down the old mine </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With a transistor radio </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Standing in the sunlight laughing, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hiding behind a rainbow's wall, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slipping and sliding </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All along the water fall, with you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My brown eyed girl, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">You my brown eyed girl.</span></strong> </span><br />
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</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>(and now for the ear-worm, mwahahaha)</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you remember when we used to sing, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da</span>belle5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888971623916036226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329699331501143896.post-67099862821015910902010-07-27T15:40:00.001-05:002010-07-27T15:41:46.572-05:00207 - It's Been a Hard Days Night<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>...and I've been working like a dog</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But when I get home to you I find the things that you do</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will make me feel alright</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> - Beatles</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Turnaround bright eyes</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">#3 and his friend made this today. AAANNNDDD the kitchen was not a complete mess after!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last week, when Mr. Incredible was on vacation, we watched the movie “Invictus”. It is the story of how Nelson Mandela used the South African Rugby team to help unite a very broken nation. Two things I learned…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1 – I CANNOT believe how I lived in my own little bubble in the 80’s and 90’s. I watch movies like this or “Black Hawk Down” or “Through the Gate” (a movie about Rwanda) and struggle with how I could have possibly lived with these very major events going on and have very little knowledge on what was happening. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2 – Nelson Mandela has to be one of the greatest modern leaders. It sparked an interest in me to get to know more about the South African conflict and him. So off to the library I went.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got his autobiography and the book Mandela’s Way – 15 lessons on Life, Love, and Courage. I finished Mandela’s Way last night. I am convinced that this man is one of the great leaders of our time. What made this book so amazing was not that these lessons are new, earth-shattering revelations, it is that this man who spent his whole life under apartheid, was sent to prison at age 44, lived in a cell that was so small he was unable to lay down stretched out, and came out at age 71 ready to put the past behind him and reconcile a nation, not by “getting back” at the enemy, but by working with them to bring about “one person, one vote.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will be honest here, I don’t know how you do that. We are studying Joseph in church and the story is very similar. Joseph, being a bit of a punk, is hated by his brothers and sold into slavery then imprisoned for 17 years. He emerges from prison to become the second most powerful man in Egypt and then is given the opportunity to “get back” at his brothers when they come to him for food. Instead, he forgives them and has them moved to Egypt where he can make sure they are treated well. I have paid attention and get that I am SUPPOSED to have this attitude of reconciliation. I get that I SHOULD be forgiving and give opportunities to rebuild trust. BUT, I just don’t know how that happens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back to my trip I don’t want to talk about. It involves people who have wronged me, but nothing near what Mandela or Joseph lived through…like not even close…like comparing a pinch on the arm to being run over by a train…so I am left with the question of how do I forgive, truly forgive? I know it is possible, I have studied two examples in depth now. I know that I am wrong to hold onto this. I have moved on in my life and most of the time I feel like I have forgiven, but then something so insignificant happens and all those old feelings of bitterness and anger come bubbling up to the surface. I defiantly do not extend the same grace to these people that I do others. So I guess I am leaving this post unfinished because I don’t have the answer. I guess this means I have more work, more growing up, more learning to do.</span>belle5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888971623916036226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5329699331501143896.post-74024087591496462612010-07-17T21:45:00.000-05:002010-07-17T21:45:23.596-05:00198 - Hot Day<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What do you get when you have two boys, neighbors gone, and the third day of 100+ heat index?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Until today, the only time I can catch him or the kids is when they are in the yard eating...never in their home. TODAY he poked his head out and said "Good Morning"! </span><br />
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