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You wont see the light at the end.trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-37463231487371137712015-10-10T08:53:00.002-07:002015-10-10T09:38:27.834-07:00ADHD Awareness Month<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every day this month I have posted tips, tools, and information on ADHD and our family's journey with it. Today is day 10 and we are struggling to stay positive and light-hearted. We changed Michael's meds because his previous ones(Intuntiv 4mg) caused him to be extremely drowsy at school or even fall asleep. We (meaning his doctor and parents) chose to try another stimulant this time. The last stimulant (Adderal XR) we tried caused Michael to lose excessive weight and become zombie like. We felt like we lost our smiley,happy,loving boy. Putting him back on a stimulant is not something we did lightly. These drugs are basically meth. They are federally monitored and regulated so much so that every month we have to go get a new written script to refill it. There is no calling in to the pharmacy to get it filled. This time we tried Concerta (18mg) I have heard great things from other parents whose children are on this and it has worked for them. Unfortunately it did not for Michael. We gave him his first dose yesterday and it made him sick all day. Headache, dizziness, nausea and vomiting. He did not eat all day due to these side effects. He does not have a fever or runny nose. No body aches or any other cold/flu like symptoms. So we did not give it to him this morning (we gave him the Intuniv last night instead) He seems fine now, and I will call the Dr on Monday to see what he thinks. These are just the medicine difficulties we deal with daily/monthly. This doesn't include the IEP meetings, parent/teacher meetings or phone calls. I am in constant contact with his teachers. Yes teachers! He has 4. His regular 3rd grade classroom teacher, his special ed classroom teacher, his speech teacher, and he goes into a 1st grade classroom for a reading group. He is 9 years old and still reads at a 1st grade level. With a lot of hands on assistance every day he can get up to end of the year 2nd grade level but as soon as that assistance lessens it's gone. It's like he cannot retain the information. We have a MRI scheduled on the 17th to look further into the neuro-cognitive side of things.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I struggle with anxiety and guilt for all of this. I struggle with the fear that my child will not have a functional future. I struggle like any parent of a special needs child does. But I also struggle because unlike Autism or Down-syndrome or Epilepsy or any well know special need many children have, my sons special need is stereotyped as bad parenting, or laziness. Our family's struggle is not taken serious by many because it IS over diagnosed, and overly blamed for bad parenting and laziness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I assure you my son is not lazy, and though I may not be parent of the year I don't think I'm a bad parent either. Do I have too much on my plate? Probably. Do I forget to make sure he did him homework? Sometimes. Do I yell? Damn straight I have 3 kids pulling me in different directions, even if Michael didn't have these difficulties I would yell. I am doing my best and sometimes my best sucks. Sorry I am human, but please don't belittle our struggle by brushing ADHD off as behavior or environment. It is real, and my child deserves the world because he did not ask for this. He did nothing to deserve this. He is the most loving, compassionate person I know and all he wants is for everyone to get along and have fun.</span><br />
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<br />trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-83007586385169080092014-04-27T13:12:00.000-07:002014-04-27T13:31:15.784-07:00Enough<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have Enough tattooed on my wrist as a daily reminder that I am Enough, I am doing Enough, Enough is Enough, and several different versions of it's meaning. It's not magic, it doesn't make all the bad or angry feelings in my head go away like I wanted it to. But it is a reminder that I strive to feel that I am Enough. I believe we all are. I believe that is the way God created us. We are a fluid amount of Enough, which means that sometime we can be packed into small amounts and still be Enough, or stretched beyond belief again, still Enough. It is an ever changing size, shape and mass but it is always Enough for what we need to be doing at that moment in time.<br />
See we measure our Enough against others, and the standards that society has told us is enough. Well that is all a lie! We all have the same Enough inside of us, its just some peoples enough have been stretched, some have been squished into small bits, some have been blown up out of proportion. So remember the next time you feel that you don't have Enough energy, time, money, patience, or (insert here) you are Enough, and have Enough for that moment, your just measuring your Enough against what others seem to have or what society has told you you should have. Lets stop measuring ourselves by society's standards and lets use God's standards. He made us to be Enough, not society.<br />
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as a child. Much of my childhood was spent dreaming about who I would marry,
where I would live, and what my kid’s names would be. I never had a passion or
dream for what I wanted to be when I grew up. I figured I had all the time in
the world to figure it out. Now I am 32, married, have 3 kids all with
different fathers, and working on my Masters degree. How I got here is not
remotely close to what I envisioned for my life. Here is the beginning of my messy beautiful story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in a roadside motel room (you read that right, roadside motel) with my
emotionally abusive, ex-con boyfriend. Oh did I fail to mention I was about 750
miles from my friends and family. Let’s just say it wasn't planned and I didn't
know if I could go along with it or not. The day I took the test and found out,
we were at his friend’s house so he didn't want me to say it out loud, so
he wrote on a piece of paper "Circle yes or no". I sat there and
stared at him. This was the man I was tied to for the rest of my existence;
this was the man whose DNA was mixing with mine inside me to create a person.
This man wanted me to answer him like a first grader asking "do you like
me?" I walked away. </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">See I always thought when the time came for me to get pregnant; my
“husband” (cause you never intend on not being married) would be as excited and
over joyed as me. We would bond over the experience of growing a child. I was
robbed of that experience. I was terrified, and not just the normal “oh my god I’m
going to be a parent” terrified. See I had no house, no car, and no money. My
life was being controlled by a man who wanted to go to clubs at night with
“friends” to get a feel of what it’s like. My life was being controlled by a
man whose only real concern was himself and his image. My body was being
controlled by what felt like a parasite at the time. All it did was make me more
emotional, hungry, tired, and lonely. There was no bonding, or connection.
There was only fear; until I felt it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I woke up one morning alone in our room, which was becoming more and more common. So I jumped into the shower. The shower is my favorite place I can be 100% me, no judgment. I can laugh, cry, and sing, whatever I
want. It is my sanctuary. So as I stood there that morning bawling my eyes
out…I felt a flutter in my abdomen. It seriously took my breath away. Then it
happened again. The baby, the baby moved inside me as if to say “hey mom, we
are in this together”. In that moment everything changed! I felt strong, I felt
confident, and I felt motherly for the first time. I wasn't alone. This child
depended on me, and I got out of the shower, got dressed and packed my bag. I
jumped in his car, and drove to the only place I knew he may be. A girl I had seen him with before answered the door and told me he wasn't there, which I knew was a lie. I handed her the key to our motel room and said “he’s gonna
need this, cause I won’t be there when he gets back.” Then I drove back to the
motel room, left his car in its parking spot, and walked away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">My son turned ten this year. He is so beautiful and amazing. He has this sense of humor that just cracks me up. He is so strong and confident in who he is already. It just amazes me that this young man came from me. Life is never what you think it will be; we all know the saying "want to see God laugh? Make plans." I can remember like it was yesterday, I spent so much time questioning God and his plans for me. Why would he let these things happen? What was the meaning or purpose? I know now that there was a purpose, but God did not let anything happen to me. He allowed me to make my own choices and mistakes, he did his best to guide me but ultimately I have free will and I was going to do what I want. See the biggest lesson I learned in all of this, is God is the ultimate parent. He is doing his best to teach, guide and plan for us; but we do what we want. We are teenagers who think we know whats best for our lives. The greatest gift a parent can give is unconditional love, and God is just that. After I made a mess of my life he was there to give it purpose and reason. He never left my side even when I defied him. He just waited for me, and loved me. </span></div>
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trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-26505381522417246322014-01-10T17:46:00.001-08:002014-01-10T17:46:03.492-08:00Unfinished thoughtsSome where along the line life became to much for me. Everything and I do mean everything stresses me out these days. It's no wonder I ended up with TMJ (go <a href="http://www.nidcr.nih.gov/OralHealth/Topics/TMJ/TMJDisorders.htm">here</a> to learn what that is) and was unable to move for three days. Everything pisses me off, everything seems like its going wrong, and I just don't care much about the things I used to. I have no patience for my kids, I have no motivation or desire to cook, clean or shower I only do what NEEDS to be done so they can survive. What is that crap? How in the world am I gonna help others with their life problems and situations? (Hello anyone new I am currently getting my Masters degree in Counseling). How am I gonna help my kids learn and become better equipped adults than I was/am?? How am I supposed to do anything worth while in my life when I feel angry, and hostile, and physically in pain because of this stress all the time?<br />
As I am writing all of this my other side of my brain (the more rational and smarty pants side) tells me it's depression. Well Miss Smarty Pants you must have been paying attention to the professor that day in class more than the rest of me cause it doesn't feel like depression. It feels angry and hostile. (great now I'm arguing with myself) But I will give it to you, depression does make you lose interest in thing you love/like/care about and I have done that. Depression does affect your physical body and cause pain, check there too. Can anger/hostility be apart of depression as well?<br />
I have been learning lately that opposites aren't always what we would expect them to be. The opposite of LOVE is not HATE, its FEAR. Fear stops you from loving, trying, giving, doing not hate. People try, give, and do things they hate all the time. And WEAK is not the opposite of STRONG. Weak is just another word for sensitive and the opposite of that is insensitive. To be strong means to be willing to be who you are even if you are weak/sensitive. The opposite of WEAK is FAKE. To not be true to who you are. All this leads me to think about the definition of depression or depressed. Most think it is sad or even deeply saddened. Therefor the opposite would be happy which in our society would also be "normal" which by the way I HATE that word! But maybe the opposite of HAPPY is not DEPRESSED or SAD maybe it is ANGER. I am angry that I cannot seem to be happy. I angry that I cannot seem to be grateful and just enjoy what I have. Because damn it I have a lot! I am so blessed with love, support, family, friends, opportunity, and everything needed to be happy in life, and yet I cant seem to be happy. I feel angry. I feel like it is all too much for me and don't understand why I was chose to be the one in it.<br />
That actually makes me feel even more angry. I then feel like a big idiot who cant enjoy her blessings. It becomes a vicious circle that I cannot escape.<br />
I do not have any answers to my questions, I do not have a solution to my anger. I only have the hope that I can find my way out of this sea of depression and learn from it and grow. Please if anyone reads this and has words of wisdom for me please comment below.trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-76724685157106180542013-07-05T07:09:00.001-07:002013-07-05T07:09:13.063-07:00Five Minute Friday: Beautiful<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well its Friday, normally I am anxiously awaiting this. This will be my 4th time participating in FMF, but today I am nervous about it. See yesterday I tried some free writing on my own just cause I love the feeling FMF gives me. I love sharing my writings, and reading others. BUT yesterday was horrible. Everything that came out of me sounded like babble, and not the good getting it all out babble. Just blah babble. So now I'm sitting here scared to write with today's prompt. Oh well right? Suck it up and do it. Be brave and don't be so hard on yourself. Know that your just starting out and everyone stumbles along the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We all know, or at least are taught that beauty from inside is always better than outside beauty. I know this to be true. And with out sounding like a braggart, I am beautiful on the inside. However that doesn't seem to stop the yearning for outside beauty too. I don't need to be a super model or anything. I just want to feel comfortable in my own skin and body. I want...Well there's a concept. I want. Hmm, maybe its just not about what I want. Maybe its not even about me. Maybe God has others thoughts and plans. Maybe. I just don't know. I see others beauty, inside and out. I see the beauty that God has created for me, it just sometimes feels like he forgot something. He forgot me and what I would want.</span><br />
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<br />trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-89451948486887112732013-07-01T16:15:00.004-07:002013-07-01T16:15:50.550-07:00AlphabetI am quickly becoming addicted to reading blogs!! Every time I dink around on the internet I find another one! So I was reading an <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lindsey-mead-russell/this-is-38-this-is-midlife_b_3451293.html?ir=Parents">article</a> on the Huntington Post and it linked me to the authors blog. Another score!! I love these women and the way they put life into words! So <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/">her</a> post from today was an Alphabet Edition, so I decided to give it a try too.<br />
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H: Hometown? Lapeer, MI.</div>
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I: Favorite indulgence? Sleeping in.</div>
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K: Kids? Three adorable, loving, drive me crazy boys</div>
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L: Life isn't complete without? My husband, my kids, my parents, my friends</div>
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N: Number of siblings? Well I grew up an only child, when I was 28 I met my half sister from my bio dad. </div>
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P: Phobias? Birds, bugs, moths, bats, any thing that flies at my head!</div>
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R: Reasons to smile? I actually just started a <a href="http://ordinarythyme.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-list.html">list</a> similar to this yesterday. I am trying hard to find these everyday!</div>
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Z: Zodiac sign? I was born on the cusp. So I am a Gemini/Taurus. Which basically means I am a two headed stubborn fool!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10. Education to better my mind and life</span><br />
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Life has stages, you cant see them. Don't really know they are there until you move from one to another, or get stuck in between two. That's where I am. I am stuck in between. Not sure where to go or how to move. Afraid to get more stuck or make things worse.I am in the in between of life right now. Middle of my kids childhood, middle of my adulthood. The middle is the tricky part. How to live in the middle is the hardest part of life.</div>
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I have been in situations like this before, so I sit here and think back. How did I get out of the in between's before? I made a decision, a choice and acted on it. Why is that the hardest part of life? We spent so much time in between decisions and choices that we miss out on life. So much time is spent in the decision making process and then we spend the acting and living part wondering if we should have choose different. </div>
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trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-25553426534433721252013-06-23T19:26:00.001-07:002013-06-23T19:26:28.560-07:00When there's no where to runI am my own worst enemy. I can beat myself up, tear myself down and rip my self-worth to shreds faster than anyone. I rarely give others the power to do this to me; other than the few select people in my life that I strive to make proud of me. I hurt myself more than anyone ever could. I can't seem to stop it.<br />
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I just want to feel comfortable in my body and mind. I guess I figured it was something that just happens as you get older and become an adult. I am 32 now and still feel as insecure and scared as I was at 16. I have a beautiful family, husband and three amazing boys. Our house is a home, its lived it but not filth. I am fortunate enough to be a stay at home mom while finishing my college degrees so I can better our life. My husband works his butt off to support us financially and yeah we struggle but we always have food on the table and the roof over our head. Honestly I have nothing to complain about! So why do I feel sad, depressed, and worthless most of the time.<br />
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I am a psychology major, which almost makes it worse, cause I do know why I feel this way. I understand the signs and symptoms of depression and stress induced anxiety; however I cannot seem to rationalize with my own brain that this is what is happening. I cant seem to use any of the techniques and tools I have learned, to help myself. Which just makes me even more upset and concerned. If I can't help myself how can I help others?<br />
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So I come here to write and hope someone out there reads it. I have been searching for an answer or something that clicks, something that could be a door towards feeling better. I read many blogs and the women who write them talk about real life, and how hard it is; and yet it still feels like they see or get something that I don't. So if your reading this and have that piece of knowledge that I don't, please share! I have no where else to run.trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-14533942404454245202013-06-21T05:42:00.000-07:002013-06-21T06:38:02.834-07:00Five Minute Friday: RhythmHere we are again Friday! This is only my second Five Minute Friday, but I have to admit I have been looking forward to it all week. So here we go...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Life has rhythm. Balance. It needs it to survive. Things happen for reasons and life continues to flow whether or not we are ready to continue on. Sometimes I get swept up by the rhythm, it catches me of guard and knocks me off my feet. I hate that. I like to think I can handle spontaneous and sporadic happenings but experience has shown me I cannot. However I am not a planner. I don't like to think ahead and plan for these moments, so I always get knocked down. Rhythm...hmmm maybe that is the rhythm of my life. Maybe every time I get knocked down I experience something, and learn. Maybe instead of seeing them as set backs and knock downs I should view it as GOD saying slow down and appreciate what you have right now! He made this moment for me and want to make sure I enjoy it. Maybe that is my rhythm. Wow now there's something to think about isn't it.</span><br />
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<br />trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-8287869954117247922013-06-19T07:40:00.001-07:002015-10-10T09:43:52.214-07:00Only God Knows Why...Sometimes I wonder who I would be if I lived during a different era. I read <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/17/victorian-breastfeeding-photo_n_3442872.html" target="_blank">this article</a> a bit ago and it made me think. See my breastfeeding experiences were not all that good. And to be honest if I lived back in the 1800's I would be dead. My first born got stuck (my pelvis is bent I guess and his shoulders couldn't fit through), but even if I had survived child birth or the equivalent to a c-section back then, he wouldn't breastfeed. My second was born 3 weeks early and again probably wouldn't have survived due to his lungs being under developed. He spent his first week of life in the Neo-Natal nursery. I wasn't even allowed to see him for the first 24 hours, so how was I to breastfeed? I suppose God knew that the 1800's just wasn't the place for me or my babies. He must put a lot of thought into who a person is and when would be the right time for them. I have to believe it's not by mistake or coincidence.<br />
However it makes me think of the women who did live back then and how often they must of lost babies or died due to complications in pregnancy and delivery. How strong they had to be. These women were our grandmothers, great-grandmothers, and great-great-grandmothers. In the scheme of things that wasn't that long ago.trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-61998633320346614732013-06-16T16:31:00.000-07:002013-06-17T20:14:52.367-07:00What do you do?I bake. Not professionally or anything, but it's one of those things I found in life that helps my mind quiet down and I can just do. I never really had a "thing" or "talent". Most kids when I was growing up had something, and I just didn't. It didn't bother me then, but as I got older and couldn't find my outlet for thoughts, emotions and energy it became an issue. So I searched and searched. I cannot draw or paint, but I have an appreciation for art. I cannot sing well (which does not stop me in the shower or car!) but I have a passion for music. I am NOT athletic, at all. I enjoy writing, but I am way to critical of my self. Right now as I type I am trying to figure out where this post is going and why anyone would want to read it. How am I going to change to world and make a difference when I ramble on about not being good at anything?<br />
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oil<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3 egg whites<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Preheat oven to 350°.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In a medium bowl, add all
ingredients and beat on medium-high until fluffy. If you prefer, use triple sec
in place of the tequila. The important thing is to use a total of 10 ounces of
liquid. Line a regular cupcake pan with papers or grease with non-stick
spray. Bake 20-25 minutes or until toothpick or cake tester comes out
clean. Transfer to cooling rack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1/2 cup unsalted butter
(room temperature)</span><span style="color: #555555; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";"><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">2/3 cups sugar</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">3 eggs (room temperature)</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">1 1/2 cups flour</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">1 1/2 tsp. baking powder</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">1/2 tsp salt</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Zest of two limes<b><br />
</b>1/4 cup fresh lime juice/ or margarita mix</span></span><b><span style="color: #92d050; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Beat
the butter until pale, and then add the sugar. Add one egg at a time, blend
until all incorporated. Then add in flour baking powder and salt, followed by
the lime juice or margarita mix. Then add the zest.</span><span style="color: #555555; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Fill lined cupcake pan with batter 2/3 full.
Bake at 350 for 18 minutes.</span><br />
<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Makes 12 cupcakes. This recipe easily doubles if
needed.</span></span><b><span style="color: #43dd52; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #43dd52; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Simple Lime Syrup (optional)</span></b><span style="color: #92d050; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">To help keep the cupcakes moist I made this
simple syrup and brushed it on top of the cooled cupcakes, before frosting
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1/4 fresh lime juice<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1/4 cup sugar<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Combine the lime juice
and sugar in a small saucepan over medium heat. Stir until the sugar completely
dissolves. Bring it to a boil and continue to boil for 3-5 minutes until it
becomes a golden color. Cool. Poke holes in the cupcakes with a toothpick.
Using a pastry brush, generously brush the syrup over the tops of the cupcakes.
Let soak in for 10 minutes and then frost the cupcakes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #43dd52; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Lime Frosting</span></b><span style="color: #43dd52; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2 sticks butter, softened<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4 cups powdered sugar<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1/4 lime juice/ or
margarita mix (add more if needed for spreading consistency)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">couple dashes of green
food coloring if desired<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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butter. Add the powdered sugar, one cup at a time, beating well after each
addition. Add the lime juice or margarita mix, beating until desired spreading
consistency. Add small amount of green food coloring if desired.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-28664058911376325262013-06-14T06:50:00.000-07:002013-06-14T06:50:04.111-07:00My first Five Minute Friday...EEEKI found this new blog thanks to <a href="http://momastery.com/blog/">Momastery</a>, whom I love and adore! This new one is another mom just trying to figure out how to BE in this world like the rest of us. This has been my struggle for the past year. I love my life, I have come so far. Lately I feel the need to share it, to get it out of me. I feel like I am holding on to everything so tight and I can't do it all. So here I am, reading other blogs and seeing them letting go and trusting others with their stories and lives. I have had my blog for 5 years now, rarely using it, and my mom being my only real reader (hey that's what moms are for!). I want to use it for more. I want to share my life and learn more about others. SO all of this brings me back to the new blog I found <a href="http://lisajobaker.com/">Lisajobaker.com</a>, she and hundreds of other women do this awesome thing every Friday! Its called Five Minute Friday. You write for five minutes. unedited just purely you. She posts a prompt to go off of and then every one encourages other! Doesn't that sound beautiful?!?! So after finding her blog the other day I took 5 minutes to just write about what I wanted to, but today I will start my first Five Minute Friday!!!!<br />
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Listen...<br />
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GO<br />
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I don't listen well these days. It all gets blocked my the thoughts and voices in my own head. Even when I do listen to what someone is saying to me, I usually hear what I want, or worse what I don't want. I hear the judgement in their voice about me, I hear the negative thoughts and words, I hear things that make me defensive, and self conscious. I don't want to hear that. I hear it in my own voice and words too.<br />
My boys are listening, whether or not I want to admit it, they are. They listen without even knowing they are doing it. They learn about life and love and everything through the words we use as parents and I am failing them. Because the words I hear and the words I speak are negative and harsh and hurtful. I yell too much, I criticize to much. Its to the point that when I say I love you to them its just words and they don't hear it.<br />
Is it too late to change and fix? NEVER! And I truly believe that. It is never to late! Love, faith, and apologies can over come anything. They are my babies and I can change the words that come out of me, because they are listening, and I need to also!<br />
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STOP<br />
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Wow, I have to practice my typing, my hands just couldn't keep up with my head and my heart! Well there it is, thank you to anyone who reads this. I can't wait until next Friday!trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-67593499871275017772013-06-12T12:58:00.001-07:002013-06-12T12:58:50.184-07:00Write for 5 mins...unedited, just writebecoming a parent doesn't always happen the way you think is will as a child. Much of my childhood was spent dreaming about who I would marry, where I would live, and what my kids names would be. I never had a passion or dream for what I wanted to be when I grew up. I figured I had all the time in the world to figure it out. Now I am 32 married with three children, but how I got here was not remotely close to what I envisioned. Wow!!<br />
When I first found out was pregnant in the summer of 2003, I was living in a motel room (you read that right, roadside motel) with my emotionally abusive, ex-con boyfriend. Oh did I fail to mention I was about 750 miles from my friends and family. Lets just say it wasn't planned and I didn't know if I could go along with it or not. The day I took the test and found out, we were at his friends house so he didn't want me to say it out loud, so he wrote on a piece of paper "Circle yes or no". I sat there and stared at him. This was the man I was tied to for the rest of my existence, this was the man whose DNA was mixing with mine inside me to create a person. This man, wanted me to answer him like a first grader asking "do you like me?"trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-18224518627146069382012-07-01T18:45:00.000-07:002012-07-01T18:45:06.296-07:00FeelingsI LOVE psychology; hence that's what I am studying, however I find my self psycho analyzing my self constantly now, and trying to treat my own mental issues. Not easy!! That's what professionals are for, that's where I want to be someday, helping other people with their thoughts, feelings and emotions. I cannot "fix" my self. I can however learn, grow, and realize that I am not broken. I am me, that is enough. I try to be the best me I can be, and most the time (which means more than 50% of the time) I accomplish that. Sometimes, dare I say I surpass the best me I can be and amaze my self. So why do I feel like I'm not enough? Why do I feel like I am alone in this life and no one understands me. I find my self getting angry, and feeling overwhelmed a lot. The worst part is I am pretty sure I am doing all of this to my self. No one is making me feel this way or expecting crazy things from me. I just want to much for my self. I want to be "perfect" Now I do realize perfection does not exist, so what I mean by perfection is something or someone that others are amazed by, and strive to be like. Someone or something others look at and think "WOW I want to be like that". I'm not sure when I became so...I don't even know what the word is for that. Self centered? Arrogant? Look at me, Look at me!? I don't know what it is, but I do know that I ache for it. Which before you pass any judgement, please know that I don't like this part of me. I know I shouldn't act or feel this way. I think it's still a part of my adolescence that I haven't over come. I think I always just pushed it back or down thinking it will go away.trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-39104596888114333282012-03-26T08:54:00.002-07:002012-03-26T09:00:36.916-07:00AnxietyI have been struggleing with anxiety for a while now. At least 2 years. I think I get past it then BAM it rears it ugly head again and I have to fight within myself. I hate it. I dont know if there is something I can do about it or not. It makes me wonder how am I suppose to help others when I cant seem to help myself. I deal with people on a daily basis now that have similar problems to mine, except they have a diagnosis and mental illness to call it and I just sit here and feel crazy, cause Im suppose to be "normal". I dont feel mentally healthy some days. I know Im not struggleing like some, and I am able to have a "normal" life, but most the time I feel like Im faking it. I am trying my hardest to make sure what everyone sees is me being what Im suppose to be. But when no one is looking I let my facade down and let the real feeling out. I know I need therapy, I know I need someone to talk to, but I just dont want to let anyone down. I dont want to let anyone know I feel this way.trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-87574796359349079312011-04-14T11:56:00.001-07:002011-04-14T12:08:48.330-07:00life as I know itHey, so I know no one is out there reading this but I need a place to write, vent, and just be sometimes. I dont know why. I just want to. SO things are good and bad around here. Nothing really is bad, Im just dealing with some depression and struggle to not let it effect my family. Doing that just makes it worse though, casue now I feel even more alone. I dont know why I feel this way. I mean seriously what do I have to be depressed about?? I have a beautiful family, my husband works his ass off so I can go to school and better our future. Hell I am almost done with school at this point and I am doing great!!! I fight in my own head about big life things, or little life things Im not sure which. I wonder if Im a good enough person. I know Im a good person. I dont hurt people or do mean or hurtful things, but is that enough? What is enough? Am I doing enough for my kids? For my husband? I just feel like no matter how hard I try I wont ever really be enough. I worry that my husband will get frustrated with me and our hard times and think "why the hell am I in this?" I worry that there is nothing I can do to stop my kids from failing. I know these are irrational thoughts. These are all things I cannot control, there is no way to know 100% what the future will hold, so why does it flood my brain and bring me down. It feels like doom is lurking over my head and any little thing could bring it crashing down. My rational brain knows better than to believe any of this rubbish! My rational brain is what keeps me going and striving for more every day. My rational brain is what stops me from telling others I feel this way.trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-22117515197819239152010-07-29T10:42:00.000-07:002010-07-29T10:56:00.336-07:00Its been a while...Hey! Well I haven't updated my blog in a couple of months. Let's see what has happen??? Well we had Michael's 4th bday party (which you can see on his page), Lee's 30th bday party, which was a blast!! Tried to surprise him, however I didn't get much of a reaction. Oh well!! Summer has been good, hot but good so far. We have been to a couple great parties, and had lots of fun!! <div><div>Here are some pictures from this summer so far!! Enjoy!</div><div> </div><div align="center">Lee relaxing on 4th of July</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499386844919802194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgumCIwXBeig4GFWl2HCrKz1_MDMwUDyh2s5ZY-tE8_a5qQFrIigSwNgh15-IUdPY5IyaE2_7w3nywk1ghyphenhyphenuZpIyi2Esg4Z2Fh95K1SNTfpu3zBPa7y_1cgsxHVWF-NGW3K6tOEfJ6DgSk/s320/37378_10150202469900654_582800653_13200236_760584_n.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Lee and Maggie at his 30th bday party (yeah he was drunk!)</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499386839254312642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6eVQpVHy16QyBCAJTp44_U7jPtdHzvI44aPIEvtS1-4GTopa5zmxnTIMlDebrHQDEju3l5HTr_RrAnFScl4Z70vc2fsTGZkhm_n8mgzO7CcvQQR-fxx8FgVzT_IOCWYUpVuv1hl1fFo/s320/37220_10150203988170068_640425067_13217181_2005386_n.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center">Christie, me, Lesley, and Amanda at Lee's party!</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499386829297524674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSO12nnlczPfs_xy5zUuM2p3kwdxb70Fh24KMso7GBeuWpUjxj3lZtcRq7YqUf13tmFB6Ic6FM8ByHZE2qaPmDtLCsZ1i4hBPsv6HEOaefICe1g8CkK2xIzcUiwAH5R_WmUDR7Ce6Fvc/s320/37220_10150203988115068_640425067_13217170_2060841_n.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Trevor and Michael playing in the lake 4th of July</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499386827146412834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8KqmPNULf-xQlI8BwbbS1d_ewCYB17IKrLE8plCj8OpSqUFPIvLFSGJwunFzSKZyXEDDM0YFM9YrjJU5okxb9_dQDkEeL6Z8iBi4OZkg4qNIpOr5Wo523Is-U3VjaEUQciMrro_rbzg/s320/37378_10150202469860654_582800653_13200229_2877783_n.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Trevor, Michael, and me watching fireworks!</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499386817849954018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXI7YzaK1RlLkdArN5QkSOo5-FG_ZMqNZ7AkqB4Bv5Fz7VMtJWRw1K5cspRV80yRH5ZqYxKWVJi1CsMPCKzJksy5Y-KRBMDOno7JdU6_330ZToQo6gRbp2b3v_YOlMlgfVAXkTBSE7-Y/s320/34596_1389006199343_1057726899_30892424_7712075_n.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-23785463724699723832010-05-17T14:32:00.000-07:002010-05-17T14:37:25.145-07:00Halfway to Halloween Party!!<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aHTMcdK8rHeyLYH2Ls1uPRBTwOoY9H8Rvdod9B51WjxPSrCD0iQXDy9qmHj_L8LvRQ9sopVC_vsMcbI0dMYgWT4QB4DewQO-AWZLbqEtfWDIypGlAx_O2jr8_euZLWE_l0lCzhaUsqE/s1600/28436_1334324472334_1057726899_30758319_4001785_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472355757340833810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aHTMcdK8rHeyLYH2Ls1uPRBTwOoY9H8Rvdod9B51WjxPSrCD0iQXDy9qmHj_L8LvRQ9sopVC_vsMcbI0dMYgWT4QB4DewQO-AWZLbqEtfWDIypGlAx_O2jr8_euZLWE_l0lCzhaUsqE/s320/28436_1334324472334_1057726899_30758319_4001785_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Here we are. Badass biker and Vicious Vampire!! Had soo much fun that night though!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpIZvJOOwDyrmI-ehXb9aJRooXp9eoMGS_C5LJm6BlBYkbtaA1Wel32KnpSAFGI4ajKOjtEeqyWTFEFUOZQH-dvXtB0cGGmmEQqF9ZoNq5Mk78qT7PVnY7WtoJKetWlN8vGkjEN0_Uds/s1600/29933_1265854335373_1500225846_612498_4531366_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472355985213183682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpIZvJOOwDyrmI-ehXb9aJRooXp9eoMGS_C5LJm6BlBYkbtaA1Wel32KnpSAFGI4ajKOjtEeqyWTFEFUOZQH-dvXtB0cGGmmEQqF9ZoNq5Mk78qT7PVnY7WtoJKetWlN8vGkjEN0_Uds/s320/29933_1265854335373_1500225846_612498_4531366_n.jpg" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472356178944213666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibN9pUCJ4KyjmxUaLDuzyuAr9EilDeHSHWxwy4H9_-j2FApIlNXnjeY_q3Hjr9Dvv9Ow6URoKAUQVrG9RpByZgo8y5pxPs13BViDS7Jox0Ef_ZDchj80MOCsv1TxTaynpxyMuwotmYOAc/s320/29933_1265857855461_1500225846_612533_770774_n.jpg" /></div></div></div>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-65180952623133183542010-03-31T15:51:00.000-07:002010-03-31T16:03:30.280-07:00Getting it done...finally!!Well here they are finally done...the kitchen cabinet doors!! Honestly it took a lot longer that I thought it would. Almost 2 whole weeks just to sand, paint, and hang them! But they are done and looks great!! The knobs on them are butterfly's and dragonfly's to go with the frogs and geckos on the drawers!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXFCsF-07308G7U_JMaVLT5SXZpb-k4bMatT98d7Y60tVg4scsnKRXptb7EujWZ7Uw4wfS9LFAF_6lFP-oiCmwBZBENdOWzEsUh9dKt86YYLWL4jZ-L5Bk5R6LHTNrDHCtlyb-TDMT7g/s1600/DSC02272.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454934702858696210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXFCsF-07308G7U_JMaVLT5SXZpb-k4bMatT98d7Y60tVg4scsnKRXptb7EujWZ7Uw4wfS9LFAF_6lFP-oiCmwBZBENdOWzEsUh9dKt86YYLWL4jZ-L5Bk5R6LHTNrDHCtlyb-TDMT7g/s320/DSC02272.JPG" /></a> Finished product!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454934684100807858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgl4Q6G1giYJn-cLgnW6_AP1o0w4mWRUnQxtgaa8coW96Pra6T8tUQy6pQJlGVD1JBajXPEDqESfHPpvlRQhrazrwrsAnluv0DRT2DRdwnGIjPIJ_YUtxihgXmG98FPlM3_2M6CZNRuY/s320/DSC02270.JPG" /><br /><br />And we got a new light in the dining room. So cool, isn't it?? <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454934673159196066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkA1Fw3MxLEe0uwTQr77o8ZI95iysDeqi0bT5QP0Bzfmz0AZ1xnqf-DHjOV1C0oEKYYd3eDFuSObmKbsCiREw9Oq3HERg5YARcZIGvJTeiKg6-4HdFeG8fIQr5HV1C-EJEqC9eJuF_J6o/s320/DSC02269.JPG" />And the painting we picked up too. Everything really is coming along beautifully!!<br /><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454934688109627730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1Q3pK2xR4tCAeqBPwOebvTleVQLRpfZwhdD8D0sLlErybhqa2nzwqUyBbhP_Sot8MQj9v6_MGiz7VJFO36z9h18zZYB0hGEW1M7z6dfjM85KnqcR4J3i3awyDv6uE3CkRY_0YHQlQmU/s320/DSC02274.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-15631395204554109842010-03-25T12:25:00.000-07:002010-03-25T12:26:55.634-07:00Tattoo<div>Ok so its not new any more, I got this one around Christmas time but it's a great one!! In memory of my grandpa-</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452655126681877474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9dpttQymhVT1iXaDbLuhMN2HVLbS3jKvq6IJtDwz7Noq9tAEFo-YwV_Jr8szZoiWiUPHvyvQKd7wk11krej6jDPMoWkUmvzhAhvV1zJqCzeM66rqU0K6vFXgctNZXWIPNa5EXLgmWMY/s320/tattoo+005.jpg" /><br /><div></div>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-75659245711077155132010-01-04T10:21:00.000-08:002010-01-04T10:28:44.001-08:00Two weeks off for the holidays, why am i soo tired??Here are the final pictures from 2009. My wreath looks amazing. I am so proud of my self!! New years eve was fun. We had a party here at the house!! I made my shirt for that night. I wanted to be sparkly!!! Think i pulled it off!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8_Dye6qw2LN0KtUUe619v6p1frxAPKvhUdv22iZ97aKu_BKbjxyYtNjT6vCLcz867jCsyYN5Vk_EKAjkJccxeAx2-LIRwZvfJb8hz_DTMoLE9vqp8v25NKM6eZP2piXLbct5hDswp3c/s1600-h/jan10+013.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422952125618656898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8_Dye6qw2LN0KtUUe619v6p1frxAPKvhUdv22iZ97aKu_BKbjxyYtNjT6vCLcz867jCsyYN5Vk_EKAjkJccxeAx2-LIRwZvfJb8hz_DTMoLE9vqp8v25NKM6eZP2piXLbct5hDswp3c/s320/jan10+013.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-WZraIgMKr2hWAXnmpq7hg0Mgh84lx5q6vytqNBGtWLalsL8HMobALuZncWDAKql1iZdRhSBOdZeEDyyLOu7lLwl6pW8Z8CCqGTXOveMluzAjuPEFsbVQXD1Ep16K3rqzcb7KoHYrFFc/s1600-h/jan10+017.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422952143082497522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-WZraIgMKr2hWAXnmpq7hg0Mgh84lx5q6vytqNBGtWLalsL8HMobALuZncWDAKql1iZdRhSBOdZeEDyyLOu7lLwl6pW8Z8CCqGTXOveMluzAjuPEFsbVQXD1Ep16K3rqzcb7KoHYrFFc/s320/jan10+017.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8_Dye6qw2LN0KtUUe619v6p1frxAPKvhUdv22iZ97aKu_BKbjxyYtNjT6vCLcz867jCsyYN5Vk_EKAjkJccxeAx2-LIRwZvfJb8hz_DTMoLE9vqp8v25NKM6eZP2piXLbct5hDswp3c/s1600-h/jan10+013.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoeX2fzMVx_zSPgRKysG7zlJZv41KWkAN4gORwbmFBnwtRB2-J-5mTbScAck7_Ls_QXCklJ-4AMsXZUH9tStlnB3yAIcu8s-6lHlsJ1IRn39gvHwWYUSldkorKZ4Ffoh7rf9vV22NI2lk/s1600-h/jan10+018.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422952132431956706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoeX2fzMVx_zSPgRKysG7zlJZv41KWkAN4gORwbmFBnwtRB2-J-5mTbScAck7_Ls_QXCklJ-4AMsXZUH9tStlnB3yAIcu8s-6lHlsJ1IRn39gvHwWYUSldkorKZ4Ffoh7rf9vV22NI2lk/s320/jan10+018.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-81771969913900844052009-12-20T06:00:00.000-08:002009-12-20T06:08:03.014-08:00Christmas Time!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVY5tTQ-2XJmGEQmPAsE7SAFEUS42UfcbzELdLik_MKY2E_s1qCywR6GPPNYYTnyyGrAKQR3ZmvnslmmCoiJ9UIMyGcr68kBPLJSwJfJOg2jOGK0JIkVndzxsAK5HWXZnhidmH7X_zB80/s1600-h/Dec09+009.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318207215436578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVY5tTQ-2XJmGEQmPAsE7SAFEUS42UfcbzELdLik_MKY2E_s1qCywR6GPPNYYTnyyGrAKQR3ZmvnslmmCoiJ9UIMyGcr68kBPLJSwJfJOg2jOGK0JIkVndzxsAK5HWXZnhidmH7X_zB80/s320/Dec09+009.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Our BEAUTIFUL tree!!! We have sooo many ornaments, its almost too much! The star on top is new this year, it changes color.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzfZ3W8vdTFPItLr_ZI32919_Jfu3dT0qYMiYUEEkF27kVmdzFpkZe2IohkSRi6U8EjxFAShuFQA1iMc1T-6mh0U0b45zLAATREofZFnPBo5tGFFSTvQMmKbaDiLuHQVLJoTK_WZ0fIo/s1600-h/Dec09+005.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318205334928466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzfZ3W8vdTFPItLr_ZI32919_Jfu3dT0qYMiYUEEkF27kVmdzFpkZe2IohkSRi6U8EjxFAShuFQA1iMc1T-6mh0U0b45zLAATREofZFnPBo5tGFFSTvQMmKbaDiLuHQVLJoTK_WZ0fIo/s320/Dec09+005.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMC9CLq7cls5AsY4h0F1tiCLjeYwkFqD_dRZk3sHUkIDEYpydGofITzZ9leN0fK2xhHUaP7v24CUSxeQfHeQGo9iuBZ3p9oMchz51aMuoP5DF5wDihk4VvkxtlXmfd4vVbhBplWsfITc/s1600-h/Dec09+013.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318198143190290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMC9CLq7cls5AsY4h0F1tiCLjeYwkFqD_dRZk3sHUkIDEYpydGofITzZ9leN0fK2xhHUaP7v24CUSxeQfHeQGo9iuBZ3p9oMchz51aMuoP5DF5wDihk4VvkxtlXmfd4vVbhBplWsfITc/s320/Dec09+013.jpg" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>We made bows this year too. We ran out of ribbon (i so didn't buy enough), but we have more red felt for next year to make more!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDZ2Vs49vPSLTXRFHvxYUiEfLKhgO1KHnVlridST2XvD2L-fISAmq9Df8pFP5LGOTG_9i9hdYy259v7U5zKV5hg1DdptpxhXaM2jWOcrWO-K3H9t8pl8iQTuTv5gYXezKrICj4T75iyc/s1600-h/Dec09+012.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417318191889340146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDZ2Vs49vPSLTXRFHvxYUiEfLKhgO1KHnVlridST2XvD2L-fISAmq9Df8pFP5LGOTG_9i9hdYy259v7U5zKV5hg1DdptpxhXaM2jWOcrWO-K3H9t8pl8iQTuTv5gYXezKrICj4T75iyc/s320/Dec09+012.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>And my new Santa i bought at the salvation army!! I just think its so awesome!!</div></div>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-42624701393325853992009-11-01T10:35:00.001-08:002009-11-01T10:38:02.944-08:00HalloweenMy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">werewolf</span>!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDIvLaWOMAfFdfGtLwBz1GF56eCJizaKjU5C-tsbklgmNxxHAOtjoxdI0o3LkcnTwhgCZzmc0oHx_7N7Qs8PmClM1ACHpmpw2_biaID6tHpnqmtR9ZUz-lNsi8-lXEYukSRjpytollVs/s1600-h/lee.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399205916882395890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDIvLaWOMAfFdfGtLwBz1GF56eCJizaKjU5C-tsbklgmNxxHAOtjoxdI0o3LkcnTwhgCZzmc0oHx_7N7Qs8PmClM1ACHpmpw2_biaID6tHpnqmtR9ZUz-lNsi8-lXEYukSRjpytollVs/s320/lee.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Isn't makeup fun?!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVOoggHLUCTtmLfevYtpX0uxC0C4N8H4fy_35913BAy_WM2j3yDpEZcyrXKnw8mqim5a1aq6ftzBk_r9lOpW32OwMG-2vM3AUE_cEseb4l1Cd1bSmRfZk8a4uLJvQCAm1L8nEUvE1878/s1600-h/halloween09+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399205909989561154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVOoggHLUCTtmLfevYtpX0uxC0C4N8H4fy_35913BAy_WM2j3yDpEZcyrXKnw8mqim5a1aq6ftzBk_r9lOpW32OwMG-2vM3AUE_cEseb4l1Cd1bSmRfZk8a4uLJvQCAm1L8nEUvE1878/s320/halloween09+012.jpg" /></a><br />My own father didn't even <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recognize</span> me!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqpk7Lvnsv6R5Yw4FLPNjLNH5DZgpfOlSeEczA_4nYAkKtFr1Fl_ZtrEjNUrVjIqIJH7sHJAHDtqh4IQt1_6wb2LeeDxhdfGShgJjsnzXorHVdt5gOuB9OWV2_kW-mdY_Rt0GuRhqMyA/s1600-h/halloween09.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399205904404757186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqpk7Lvnsv6R5Yw4FLPNjLNH5DZgpfOlSeEczA_4nYAkKtFr1Fl_ZtrEjNUrVjIqIJH7sHJAHDtqh4IQt1_6wb2LeeDxhdfGShgJjsnzXorHVdt5gOuB9OWV2_kW-mdY_Rt0GuRhqMyA/s320/halloween09.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240114846573466818.post-60621210636248610152009-10-14T07:30:00.001-07:002009-10-14T07:41:16.932-07:00Pumpkin time!Here they are. All our lovely punkins, that's how the kids say it. Can you guess who's is who's?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCYHlmBoyxQIQUoxgY0hoXKYAjYiGzfuU72W_ZOhvyVzjQmIIfGqZk0E6ZfZsAGrkp-BeBzUhybCQQvUiZx8Uda99Pt5miNoA-DF4l9r2EsYh2WxBw4pyUycLIBc2ZXqr8Wgk2IdWz0o/s1600-h/oct09+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392463439784344130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCYHlmBoyxQIQUoxgY0hoXKYAjYiGzfuU72W_ZOhvyVzjQmIIfGqZk0E6ZfZsAGrkp-BeBzUhybCQQvUiZx8Uda99Pt5miNoA-DF4l9r2EsYh2WxBw4pyUycLIBc2ZXqr8Wgk2IdWz0o/s320/oct09+004.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Here is Trevor's!! He did such a good job. I did help him cut, but he designed the face all by himself!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKi8IgPE_ic7rRY1gGf9eQqLfwh_bpPsF4efIx2vZMUV1z0rLXr086smyqtvxWplLPQK72rAT40zHDyj2dVboCAIfr-DanAS_K8aTFekkmxIbXsLh-3Vp4Iovbseeqin6MO1rU74rpp8/s1600-h/oct09+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392463428473615202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKi8IgPE_ic7rRY1gGf9eQqLfwh_bpPsF4efIx2vZMUV1z0rLXr086smyqtvxWplLPQK72rAT40zHDyj2dVboCAIfr-DanAS_K8aTFekkmxIbXsLh-3Vp4Iovbseeqin6MO1rU74rpp8/s320/oct09+008.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>This one is mine. I wanted a scary face!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYR7mB9U-ulhcMxE1F36XBcQHkH0DDwvbnyUYkXS6HzW1aPTHRW9YSqG335peFv6IZ-9aTY2946zuTDqoGAt_hQvXcBdb0-jUp-1IqIl0HKDnqA-U7p2s3-wfKlaVp3TZHx-C6oE0KPzE/s1600-h/oct09+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392463418128802402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYR7mB9U-ulhcMxE1F36XBcQHkH0DDwvbnyUYkXS6HzW1aPTHRW9YSqG335peFv6IZ-9aTY2946zuTDqoGAt_hQvXcBdb0-jUp-1IqIl0HKDnqA-U7p2s3-wfKlaVp3TZHx-C6oE0KPzE/s320/oct09+007.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Michael's. Lee designed, says it looks like Michael's and his monster face he makes so often!! Michael did help him cut it out though!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETazChsWN_gCUG4XVRZNpuQ7nTBBCaLddRwsDFV1WjuTNJXzxPPz6LbNpEJtXYuxITugxuwBGrOeChoimzGiDtd72B6WJEtNCwaHUhNgZYqgVJklDPYIGmSfFlcH8mK_H0ZpJrtmPwkY/s1600-h/oct09+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392463409181762946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETazChsWN_gCUG4XVRZNpuQ7nTBBCaLddRwsDFV1WjuTNJXzxPPz6LbNpEJtXYuxITugxuwBGrOeChoimzGiDtd72B6WJEtNCwaHUhNgZYqgVJklDPYIGmSfFlcH8mK_H0ZpJrtmPwkY/s320/oct09+006.jpg" /></a><br /><br />And last but not least is Lee's. He picked this one for it's warty face. I think it turned out pretty amazing!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPBxOb7IlV0Kgqgz5RDHd8z4al67w7AcVc98uRor1x5Pwr9RvmneLEWGOdLD1-qvXV4ZEKa8vIOYmU9k63AsvGoeZc1pim1LHkmxsqE1RyRjgy2ypIHlU5W3Zy1VWtdeQdaM7DfzxzVg/s1600-h/oct09+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392463394692645698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPBxOb7IlV0Kgqgz5RDHd8z4al67w7AcVc98uRor1x5Pwr9RvmneLEWGOdLD1-qvXV4ZEKa8vIOYmU9k63AsvGoeZc1pim1LHkmxsqE1RyRjgy2ypIHlU5W3Zy1VWtdeQdaM7DfzxzVg/s320/oct09+005.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>trevmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412737461018478172noreply@blogger.com0