tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93897432024-03-19T16:29:14.587-05:00My Life with OllieMy name is Bekah and I am the sole parent to a happy boy, born in April 2011. It is my intent to share my stories and inspire others to reclaim their own lives, do the things they enjoy and spend time with the people they love.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16804660410996456627noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-86852909829275447112012-10-13T00:40:00.000-05:002012-10-13T00:40:44.124-05:00seattle busking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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at the end of a hard week of recording, playing music and two nights and three days away from my little guy, i headed home with $5 in my pocket and another $22 in my suitcase. how could that be? i had worked so hard and for so little monetarily. i was filled with disappointment despite fulfilling so many dreams. following my passion was not paying the bills this week and i felt discouraged.<br />
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with my 18 month old in tow, i tried to head back to my friend's seattle home, knowing i would have support and could spend the next two hours playing music at the ballard farmer's market. maybe i could recover some of my losses. but i got lost.<br />
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so i went back to pike's place market. i tried to stay calm as the toddler in the back seat was getting impatient from the long car ride. parking was no where to be found. i finally settle on a parking garage not too far from the market. busking (street performing) at pike's place is not like busking on mass st. in lawrence, ks or the pearl street mall in boulder, co<br />
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like many other cities or busking locations, you obtain a licence, which i now had (accompanied by a long list of rules.) most of the performers know one another and help each other keep a rotation going. you wait your turn, letting the other performers know you'd like to get in line. you can play for an hour at one location and you can't be in line at another place at the same time. so i waited an hour and a half, listening to other musicians and letting cooper run around, hoping he'd tire out.<br />
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no such luck. it was my time to play...cue the toddler all out tantrum. determined to pay my rent, i stuck it out, trying a variety of things to try and perform for the countless number of people watching the struggling mama and her willful baby. "okay, sweety, mama has to keep a roof over our heads," doesn't cut it. humiliated after 45 minutes, a handful of songs, enough money for parking and an extra $3 for coffee, i pack up our stuff and call it a wrap.<br />
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exhausted, we get back to the car and head back to the island. i pulled over to dig my $22 out of my suitcase. it wasn't there. had i misplaced it? luckily i had my coffee money at the $5 in my pocket, just enough to get me on the ferry (thanks to the recent off season prices). the entire ferry ride, i access the car and start putting the pieces together. my car had been broken into!<br />
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the money was gone along with a few other things. i hadn't notice because unlike other break-ins i've experienced, not much was left out. bags had been zipped back up neatly so i hadn't noticed right away. my day had just gone from bad to worse and i started feeling sorry for myself. this person really needed to take MY last $22 dollars?!?!<br />
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my super positive self took a bit of a beating for the next few days. i couldn't shake the anger. repeatedly, i counted my blessings, looking at all i did have. and it wasn't really about the money. i have plenty of organic fresh food, a beautiful home, a wonderful community and plenty of people to love me and help me get through tough times.<br />
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it really does take a village to raise children. i'm feeling the weight of single mamahood right now and looking for inspiration from other parents. as my child gets older, the busier he gets and the more energy is required to keep up with him.<br />
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i think every parent is faced with difficult decisions as they strive for balance in their families. my challenges are certainly different from those of a household with two parents. it just doesn't seem fair that a parent has to choose between raising their child or letting someone else raise their child while they work to put a roof over their head.<br />
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what are your thought? i would encourage you to leave a comment inspiring single mamas and papas, unhappy parents who stay in shitty jobs to provide for their families, and parents who don't have enough support. please share your story! what have you had to overcome for the sake of your family; for a loved one?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16804660410996456627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-19983079853088792962012-10-01T15:05:00.002-05:002012-10-01T15:05:55.166-05:00in gratitude"enjoy every moment with Cooper (aka Ollie). They grow up fast, " my friends reminds me in a recent email with details of how quickly her own children have grown. i hear this reminder a lot from parents with older children and i am grateful for the reminders.<br />
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i try to stay mindful of how quickly we grow and how precious life is. i am so incredibly grateful to all of the people supporting me in carving my own path and being able to provide a loving, nurturing environment for my son, meanwhile doing the things i love.<br />
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we have found such a magical spot in washington with sources of the things we love; music, dance, art, nature, ocean, fresh organic foods, and great community. i feel so blessed to have such beautiful new friends to share in community with and raise our children together.<br />
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my deepest gratitudes for his support and help with cooper.</div>
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thank you to everyone who continues to support us in our non-conventional journeys. there are countless people to thank and i hope to express this to each of you how much your contribution has touched my heart and allowed me the most precious gift of all; to raise my son in the most beautiful. natural setting, surrounded by people who adore him. our network extends wide and i look forward to watching it grow as we settle into our new washington home, continue to travel and bring you great music.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16804660410996456627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-53618811709114332782011-10-26T15:08:00.000-05:002011-10-26T15:08:43.089-05:00how to start an overwhelming project<div>i'm reading a book, my aunt sent me with a beautiful hand made quilt for ollie. Operating Instructions; A Journal of My Son's First Year by Anne Lamott. the story if of another single mama (an only parent), who talks about her struggles into motherhood and the joy her son brings to her world. her story hits very close to home.</div><div><br />
</div><div>she tells a story about her nine or ten year old older brother who had a research paper do on birds. it was the night before and he hadn't started it. he had tons of books on birds and everything he needed to do the work. but he was too overwhelmed. </div><div><br />
</div><div>she says,"And I remember my dad sitting down with him at the dining table and putting his hands sternly on my brother's shoulders and saying quietly, patiently, 'Bird by bird, buddy; just take it bird by bird.' That is maybe the best writing advice I have ever heard."</div><div><br />
</div><div>i think that's really good advice for getting started on anything that's overwhelming. today, just take one teeny tiny step toward a project you've been wanting to start.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16804660410996456627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-54949834456790056772011-09-21T13:35:00.001-05:002011-09-21T14:21:55.775-05:00what we've been up to?this post is in response to all the dear people who are trying to keep up with where we are going and what we have been up to.<br />
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since ollie was born, we haven't had a permanent home. i have been housesitting, nannying and playing music for income and housing. my relationship to money has changed as my main intention is to raise my child and live an abundant life. i am ready to find a spot to nest into but am not quite sure where that is yet.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr6VRoQ9fCTDpIVO8UJbeXU-9ARnUPl0AGiOjf9NQRURkuhTgZZVIGZcsQGEuY2wKHg8iXb8CEhVnoOdVDYWMkzFwkeNzgZxnvJ9qfGW6qxc3U4wISTzK5fkFJO-RM8a7t6E1Zg/s1600/5389768793_a88a6aff66_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcr6VRoQ9fCTDpIVO8UJbeXU-9ARnUPl0AGiOjf9NQRURkuhTgZZVIGZcsQGEuY2wKHg8iXb8CEhVnoOdVDYWMkzFwkeNzgZxnvJ9qfGW6qxc3U4wISTzK5fkFJO-RM8a7t6E1Zg/s200/5389768793_a88a6aff66_b.jpg" width="111" /></a></div> life is changing rapidly. i recently said goodbye to an awesome band i was in called, the smile high club. people loved us and i am sad to see it end. i am being genuine when i say, i have entered into motherhood and my priorities have shifted. i thought i would go far with the smile high club but the truth of the matter is, i will always choose meeting the needs of my child, over meeting the needs of a band (although i strive to do both). i remember being pregnant and hearing someone say that having a baby can ruin a band. ;) i guess i just need to be in a band with other mamas and papas!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UHoiEpkpBs2q3Q0BUD_xxu0-Ki7v3apmmf9vSVtHJA4R-ggu_qfSX6AzJajPLtFiMy9ZyxrDgOZbPzJjJtw70m4al1uzFy-WOfd2NBBfeFjlwhokPbBnnJSyyN73DoCoHV9cXA/s1600/6163039080_9c9fb52400_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UHoiEpkpBs2q3Q0BUD_xxu0-Ki7v3apmmf9vSVtHJA4R-ggu_qfSX6AzJajPLtFiMy9ZyxrDgOZbPzJjJtw70m4al1uzFy-WOfd2NBBfeFjlwhokPbBnnJSyyN73DoCoHV9cXA/s320/6163039080_9c9fb52400_b.jpg" width="320" /></a>i am really happy to be where i am at with my music. i have been working hard, devoting more time to being more self sufficient and stepping out on my own. it's always a struggle for me to stand alone on stage but i am getting better at it. with the encouragement of my friends, i played stage 7 twice at "winfield," the walnut valley bluegrass festival. it felt really good to except the opportunities as they presented themselves.<br />
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this week, i am home at my parent's house this week, unpacking bags, repacking bags, playing gigs, trying to see all the people i love, and organizing work.<br />
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people are enthusiastic in their support to help me move my music forward. i assure you, i am in the process of making music available to you. there are three ways you can help:<br />
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1) tell someone about my music. introduce me to someone or a venue that might be a good fit for me.<br />
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2) send me your email address so i can notify you when music is available.<br />
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3) financial support is always welcome and greatly appreciated. hosting house concerts and hosting us in your home as we travel to gigs is a great way to do this.<br />
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next week, we head to boulder to meet with families who are looking for specialized childcare. i'll also be doing work with a company called buff notes. the baby starred in his first buff notes video. you can find it <a href="http://youtu.be/Ejww3tTrelQ">here</a>. email me for the link to the special gansta version!<br />
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the first time i realized that i needed an alternative to my skype/gvoice set up was when i left my baby for a few hours to hear a band play. i nursed him, headed out and returned exactly three hours later. he was absolutely fine but he had woken up thirty minutes before i came home and was hungry. the person who was caring for him had no way to get a hold of me and was frustrated by the situation. i don't leave my baby often but i want to continue to work as a musician and recognize that there will be times that i need to leave him at night. the choice to get a go phone, just puts my mind (as well as the sitter's) at ease so i know i can be reached if need be. <br />
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google voice is such an awesome service. i have added my go phone # to my list of phones on google voice. when i decide to use the go phone, i simply forward my calls and get all my calls and texts messages. this elliminates the need to give anyone a secondary number for me.<br />
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on a seperate note, i recently realized that i CAN receive incoming calls. i just need to have gmail open on the computer and i can answer. until recently, i assumed i could not receive calls since i typically run google voice on the old iphone. it's still a bummer that i can answer on the iphone but i get the messages quickly and can return calls easily when i am near the phone. <br />
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the go phone i chose to buy was $40, which included $15 worth of use. i decided on the $2/day plan that allows me only to be charged on the days i use it. despite the additional cost, i still feel that my non-conventional cell phone set up is way more affordable than any phone plan that i would be locked into with any cell phone company.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16804660410996456627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-63042286488157108782011-07-28T12:55:00.001-05:002011-07-28T13:02:23.664-05:00to work or not to work?<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/5982583031/" title="cooper by Bekah267, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6148/5982583031_9cb158a96f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="cooper"></a><br />
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what i want more than anything in the world is to be with my son. i have waited a long time to be with him and to be a mother. i have been well trained through my work as a waldorf teacher and a nanny. i'm good at what i do and i am so exciting to be applying what i know to my time with ollie.<br />
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since embarking on my journey into motherhood, i've learned so much from the other mothers. i've heard countless stories of the struggles women have regarding their choices to either return to work or stay home with their child(ren). many women are heartbroken and guilt ridden as they leave their six week old baby in the arms of someone else while they return to work. but they feel like they don't have any other choice.<br />
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all a baby needs is the love and warmth of their mother. it is my hope to prove that going back to a job isn't the only choice. but i'm really struggling and i can empathize with that choice as i try to figure it out all out for myself.<br />
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as ollie's only parent, i try to arrange how can i be his main care provider and provide for us financially. so far, i've only been able to figure out how to survive off very little and to ask for help (something i am not very good at).<br />
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as the money swindles down to almost nothing, and with very little work on the horizon, i'm honestly panicked and question if i've made the right choice. i've started applying for "real" jobs. i justify it thinking that if he's in a waldorf daycare then at least he'll be given more of what i want for him and more than i can provide for him on my own. and i truly believe that, but i also think i am the very best person for him to spend his days with at this point.<br />
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i'm worn down today emotionally. but i know it will work out. in the meantime, i'm trying to keep myself centered and have faith.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16804660410996456627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-87549453998339153912011-07-10T00:12:00.001-05:002011-07-10T00:14:55.987-05:00no cell phone updatejuly 5, 2011 about 5pm, i am driving to dinner with friends in kansas city when i realize the transfer from at&t to google voice is complete and i have no cell phone. it's a huge relief. it's really nice just to be present with the people i am with and not have to worry about my phone ringing.<br />
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the next day, i use the landline where i am housitting to check in with a few people, like my mom. an email from the person that calls and texts the most says, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i don't know about this no phone thing ha ha." </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">she wants to tell me a story and for a moment she feels like i'm not available. we've talked a lot since then. the change hasn't really effected us that greatly, in my opinion.</span></span><br />
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at this point, it has only been about three days. i've spent some money getting all this set up but i still feel like it's minimal compared to the cost of a cell phone. the first step was to pay google $20 to transfer my number.<br />
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google voice assumes i still have a phone of some sort, so i had trouble calling out. i'm sure there is probably a way around that but i haven't figure it out yet. my solution, $8.50 to skype to call anywhere in the US over the next three months (the plan i chose is 2.99/month with a 5% discount for paying for three months at a time). not only can i now call out from my computer but i can also call out using skype on my iphone when it's connected to the internet.<br />
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when i call from skype, it showed up as "unknown." i prepaid an additional $10 for skype credit so they could charge me $.23 to send a text message confirming my google voice number, which should now show up on the caller id when i call from skype.<br />
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i feel like everything is set up well for me to communicate as i would with a cell phone. so far, so good!<br />
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it all began when my dad announced that on july 4, 2011, he'd be taking back his independence. like many people, i am on a family plan. it's the cheapest way to have a cell phone and phone companies making it easy to add additional lines at a low cost. what parent wouldn't spend an extra $10 or $20/month to keep in contact with their child? dad loves helping us out and always will when he has the opportunity. but there is no reason for him to still be paying for his 25 and 29 year old children every month.<br />
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in this new chapter with ollie, i operate on very little money and $30-50/month for a cell phone is not worth it to me. i am giving more value to living an abundant life and having great adventures with oliver. (and let's be honest here...i need that money to feed my serious coffee addiction)<br />
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it is my hope that by not having a cell phone, i will become a more efficient communicator and i will spend more quality time with the people i love. i have transferred my number to google voice which gives me a lot of different options to staying connected with people. i have an iphone which will now function as an ipod. when connected to a wireless network, i will be able to access my email (which will now include google voice). i feel that it won't be that difficult to stay connected to people. there are wireless networks everywhere these days. in addition, there is also skype, which i can use on my computer and iphone.<br />
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since cell phones can make 911 calls without cell phone service, i have even less need to worry. everybody has an old cell phone lying around. i figure i can keep a charged cell phone in the car or my diaper bag for true emergencies.<br />
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my service just got cut off last night but already i feel great about it. i'm excited to see what challenges come up. i'm just going to figure it out as i go!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16804660410996456627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-65169038997897854272011-06-14T01:30:00.000-05:002011-06-14T01:30:37.567-05:00housesittingwhen ollie was eleven days old, we began moving across town. i had planned to move shortly after he was born but this move came about two months sooner than expected. it was extremely challenging and i was not in a state to arrange for enough help to make the transition.<br />
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the new space is borrowed from a family i nanny for. i feel a lot of gratitude for having such and incredible home to introduce my son to the world. it is so beautiful and magical here. i sometimes feel like i'm on vacation.<br />
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the house is still and quiet. typically, it houses a family of six and a very active household. i love the energy of the people and activities that fill it. i lay on the floor yesterday enjoying a quiet, peaceful moment with ollie thinking about the time that grant and a very pregnant version of me, sat in this very room at "mardi gras in kansas" practice. the room was vibrant with a large amount of brass instruments and noise makers. a major contrast to the wonderfully quiet days we have been enjoying.<br />
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i am always conscious that i am a visitor here and i am very respectful. i spent a lot of time in this house during my pregnancy. the one room i had never been in was the recording studio. i have stationed my "bedroom" there and it feels like my own for a little while.<br />
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i have been creative with how i have utilized the room. i made a make shift closet out of some things i had. i have arranged a little "nursery" for ollie with a beautiful cradle, changing area, clothes and a winni the pooh lamp i had as a child. the sunlight pours in from the skylight and the room is full of bright colors. i feel very fortunate.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-4448403686554648992011-02-08T00:36:00.000-06:002011-02-08T00:36:42.909-06:00two sides/step backthere are two sides to everything. every person comes with their individualized experiences and we try to compare them. it interests me that two people can go through the same experience and have two wildly different view points on how it went. <br />
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if you start resolving conflict by just considering that fact, it's a lot easier to get over holding onto the anger. my experience is that anger seems to stem from a feeling of not being heard; by something unjust; feeling misunderstood. it's good to start with listening and trying to understand what the other person is trying to express to you. there needs to be a willingness to let go of the hurt and move forward in love and happiness.<br />
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but it doesn't just apply to conflict. seeing the different viewpoints to any experience can open you up to a lot of learning opportunities. it's nice to step back and reflect. to look at things from as many angles as possible.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-3712922553385886642011-01-22T23:16:00.000-06:002011-01-22T23:16:43.693-06:00perspectivenot long ago, i heard someone speak about how sometimes exactly what we need are the challenges that are already laid out in front of us. i feel like i have had quite a few challenges dealt to me over the last few years. what i find repeatedly is that i am exactly where i need to be. <br />
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i've just entered my third trimester. it's easy to be panicked about this new life as a single mom. people throw all sorts of questions at you. there is a look of worry in people's eyes as they ask, what are you going to do? <br />
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i have a choice. i <i>can</i> freak out about my so-called "situation." if i am truely honest with myself, i know that this is a journey i was meant to take alone. i <i>choose</i> to have faith. i know that everything i need will be provided for me. i focus on the things in my life i am gratefulful for. so many oppurtunities have opened up for me and i know that this is just the begining.<br />
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i have been gifted so much time working with other people's children. i know that no amount of money will make a difference while raising my son. it's all about love. that is the one thing i have plenty to give.<br />
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i observe so many people, going with the flow, following the path that others expect from them and they never seem satisfied. i can relate...i used to live like that. sometimes i still do. it's hard not to.<br />
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it is my hope, that by starting to blog again that i can inspire just one person to take control of their life and live it abundantly. i am really excited to be entering into motherhood. although many people around me except this joyously for me, because they know this is a perfect fit, it also continues to be a struggle. so many people view what i am going through as something negative. i view it as incredible and joyous!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-68733354968379790982011-01-10T09:25:00.000-06:002011-01-10T09:25:26.369-06:00solitudei woke up this morning to the 6am phone call. i suspected this meant that my household was having a snow day. i had gone to bed early last night and i wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep. my head was spinning with all the reasons why i wished i had the quiet house to myself today. which is really ridiculous because i live in the most respectful, loving house with some of my favorite people in the world. <br />
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why is it so important to me to be alone? there is a freedom i find in my solitude. i can be my purest self in each moment without any sensors. my guard can be down. what i am learning, having had to give up my own space and live in community with others, is how i can find that solitude and space within the collective. <br />
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it's really hard for me to cut loose and feel free to be myself all the time. but i strive to do that. finding that solitude and authenticity helps me be a better musician. i can sing more freely. i can cut loose easier on stage in front of a crowd of strangers. it makes me a better dancer. i can let my body free to explore the depths of the space around me. <br />
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i found my solitude this morning while everyone was still sleeping. i bundled up in all my warm snow gear, a spandex belly band holding up my snow pants and walked out into the dark morning. it was incredible. the world was so quiet and still. i was the first one out on the blanket white sidewalks. i question, if i was still living alone, would i have found the motivation at 6:30am to take that walk that was so good for me?<br />
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in conclusion, i found just what i needed this morning and enjoyed every minute of it. recognizing that baby will be here soon and these moments are fleeting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-10398410408727065502008-07-16T10:44:00.002-05:002008-07-16T10:46:03.344-05:00An Inconvenient Truth<embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=2078944470709189270&hl=en&fs=true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"> </embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-6422304176658570172008-07-12T11:12:00.001-05:002008-07-12T11:12:46.905-05:00Waldorf classroom<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/2498024172/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2059/2498024172_10df161e1a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/2498024172/">May 2008 140</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/aesopsfables/">Bekah267</a></span></div>An example of what our classrooms look like!<br clear="all" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-7112921456103944782008-06-22T18:40:00.001-05:002008-06-22T18:40:40.154-05:00May Fest<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="195" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"> <param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=dd219c1014&photo_id=2467621287&show_info_box=true"></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235"></param> <param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=dd219c1014&photo_id=2467621287&flickr_show_info_box=true" height="195" width="260"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/robz431/2467621287/">MVI_0229</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/robz431/">robz431</a></span></div>James, Drew and I played at Prairie Moon School's May Festival!<br clear="all" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-18049332226378044862008-05-10T10:28:00.004-05:002008-05-10T10:42:28.953-05:00WaldorfIt was brought to my attention that I should probably be blogging about the ever changing world I am living in. In October, 2008 I put in my notice with the family I had been nannying for almost 2.5 years. A lot went into that decision but I knew in my heart it was time to go. It was a hard and very sad decision to make.<br /><br />By December, they had found my replacement. I was babysitting for another family closer to home, who agreed to help make up some of the hours I was losing to help with the transition. I was picking up the children from their school out in the country north of Lawrence. A day or two after this change, a position opened up at their school and I applied. As I had been hoping for some down time, I found the timing of all of this to be extremely poor. I applied anyway.<br /><br />It was about a month later when I started as the assistant in the early childhood classroom. This decision began an incredible journey both physically and spiritually. Waldorf Education is an amazing type of education that I believe all children should be able to benefit from. In the meantime, it is only offered at expensive private school. But it is worth every penny.<br /><br />Currently, I am looking into beginning Lifeways training (for early childhood educators, day care providers and nannies) and then I will probably start my Masters in Waldorf Early Childhood Education.<br /><br />More on this later...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-30246091108210740962007-10-01T08:09:00.000-05:002007-10-01T08:58:35.716-05:00Walnut Valley Bluegrass FestivalI was excited but a little apprehensive about going this year. The last time I went was 5 years ago. James and I had just gotten engaged after dating for 4 months and we were off to camp with my dad for the weekend. This time, James and I decided to go for the full 5 day festival. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1407715943/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1347/1407715943_eab7c5be45_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="James and Bekah" /></a><br /><br />My friend from my band, Doug, had set us up with a group he knew. We didn't know anybody but being invited to be apart of the group was a big deal. This meant someone held a tent site for us, saved a parking spot and communal meals meant not having to pack much food!<br /><br />When night came, our camp was a prime area for all night jam sessions. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1407709137/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1186/1407709137_94d6e81347_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Our Camp" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1407718161/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1218/1407718161_6319ecc69d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Our Camp" /></a><br /><br />By day, our campsite was calm and relaxing. Or rather everyone was trying to cure their hangovers so they could start fresh by nightfall!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1408586598/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1397/1408586598_e59286b209_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Our Camp" /></a><br /><br />We heard some really great bands. There are mainstages where the bigger artists play. We saw The Greencards a time or two but the best music were on the stages in the campgrounds.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1408618852/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1050/1408618852_ad6a178185_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Stage 7" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1408641246/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1363/1408641246_052aa7f22d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Highwater String Band" /></a><br /><br />My band got in some good practice time and I even managed to fight may way to get a spot on stage 7, despite how sick I was! I was so ready to go home early. Having the opportunity to play stage 7 meant abandoning all sense of reason! I had had a fever all morning, I didn't have enough clothes to keep warm and the weather was cold and yucky. By the evening when it came our turn to play, the sun was coming out and we were glowing!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1407801431/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/1407801431_a82ec724d5_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Stage 7" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1408720396/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1406/1408720396_e7a8f67681_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Stage 7" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1408710152/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1010/1408710152_df33979494_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Doug and Bekah" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1408665744/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1088/1408665744_7321f72818_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Stage 7" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1408993748/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1142/1408993748_7d327667b7.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="The Other Side" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-18300647731915951542007-08-25T11:04:00.000-05:002007-08-25T11:34:28.718-05:00To Uncle CharlieI can't seem to figure out how to insert pictures into my gmail messages so I thought I would roll with this to give you a visual update on my new place. I haven't updated my blog since September 2006 so no one else may see this but if they do, they'll get to see how special you are that you get you own blog entry to read! Super Cool!<br /><br />This is the entry way. We live in a huge old house in the historic area of downtown Lawrence. However, it is split into two apartments, which is actually a real luxury because most of the old houses have been split into at least four apartments. So, this is a picture of James helping move the washer/dryer unit up the stairs which gets narrower it goes up!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1195918389/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1324/1195918389_74d76373f1_m.jpg" alt="Moving" height="240" width="180" /></a><br /><br />This is the hallway at the top of those stairs.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1195928453/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1188/1195928453_bbf7038a89_m.jpg" alt="Moving" height="240" width="180" /></a><br /><br />The living room (and my dear friend Julie)!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1195921505/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1047/1195921505_f0f56ac71a_m.jpg" alt="our living room" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br />The bathroom...it won't be purple for long!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1195924673/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1098/1195924673_7269d2c2af_m.jpg" alt="the bathroom" height="240" width="180" /></a><br /><br />Hannah cleaning our kitchen.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196787822/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1338/1196787822_89e7f09898_m.jpg" alt="Hannah" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br />James in the living room after we crammed everything into the apartment from our old apartment and from my parent's house. I'm officially moved out of my parents house...how grown up!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196807584/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1261/1196807584_130eb5134e_m.jpg" alt="James" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br />Hannah and Blue in my new bedroom!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196803880/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1131/1196803880_78f00ecfce_m.jpg" alt="Hannah and Blue" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br />Galen, showin off his guns in my room!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196814966/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1127/1196814966_af9482c9f9_m.jpg" alt="Galen" height="240" width="180" /></a><br /><br />I guess it's only fair to show off Hannah's muscles too!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1195953951/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1218/1195953951_bef566659c_m.jpg" alt="Hannah" height="240" width="180" /></a><br /><br />Now this is where it get exciting. Even though it is a rental property, we are settling down in this space for a while and the landlord has given us the ok for us to fix up the place...which we ARE! It was left in pretty bad shape but the girl who lived there before had fixed it up from where it was before she moved in. We are trying to do it right and repair EVERYTHING that is damaged are broken. The walls are plaster which makes things challenging!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1197032860/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1235/1197032860_af3441c3e9_m.jpg" alt="August 2007 153" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1197028422/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1128/1197028422_328736f114_m.jpg" alt="August 2007 151" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br />These pictures are of the second bedroom which is already complete and beatiful but unfortunately I don't have any pictures yet. We are going to use this as our project room for art, music, etc.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196152241/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1259/1196152241_8726cf5f06_m.jpg" alt="August 2007 147" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196142989/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1255/1196142989_8c03cb934f_m.jpg" alt="August 2007 145" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196138109/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1196138109_0c2a1f99b2_m.jpg" alt="August 2007 144" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br />Check out that hair!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1197037730/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1212/1197037730_3b535fc3ce_m.jpg" alt="August 2007 158" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br />This is mom and dad when they came to help out...we decided margaritas sounded more appealing. I always end up with a hangover after I go out with them!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196835534/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1331/1196835534_0b85eabfb8_m.jpg" alt="Dad and Mom" height="180" width="240" /></a><br /><br />And lastly, here is Blue out on the front porch. You can't really get a sense for how nice it is but that is all I have uploaded to far.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aesopsfables/1196683946/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1156/1196683946_65da00fd0d_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Blue" /></a><br /><br />Hope you enjoyed this little journey...stay tuned and the story unfolds!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-1157244775260190492006-09-02T19:46:00.000-05:002006-09-02T20:05:55.610-05:00Google videosI've taken small videos wih my camera off and on for a while. I finally figured out how I can post them so everyone can see them. There isn't any sound but they are kind of neat to watch if you like that sort of thing. Enjoy!<br /><br /><embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5735368327635900355&hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"> </embed><br /><br /><embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4175712690263211700&hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"> </embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-1156906747905872102006-08-29T21:50:00.000-05:002006-08-29T21:59:07.920-05:00The moral is...don't quit your day job!Ok folks, here is a link to a competition my band is in. I just heard these songs a few moments ago. I have a LOT to say but I want everyone's opinions first. I am not writting what I think until I get a decent response. I am not fishing for compliments and my feelings won't be hurt. I want honest responses no matter what that may be. We all like different types of music so I expect a wide range of responses. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.bandsacrosskansascity.com/biopage_frame.jsp?bandID=5c8aea5b-c54f-4422-b50a-21204927e9dc">Click here!</a><br /><br />Thanks for your help!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-1152300650497824832006-07-09T20:05:00.000-05:002006-07-09T08:17:23.750-05:00Why we didn't move to Lawrence sooner...I will never know. I'm just glad we are finally here. Even my sister admitted to me finally how much she enjoys Lawrence too. It's just to bad it's so hard to find work here. James is really lucky to have landed the job he did...not to mention he has a fun time working there.<br /><br />I could go on and on about the reasons I love Lawrence but for now I will just focus on the last few days.<br /><br />James and I haven't seen very much of each other in a while. The more we are apart, the more we strain we have on our relationship. Things have been so busy for me, it has beed hard to try and be on the same track as a couple. It's so hard too because, every spare second we have had together, there is someone begging to see us or making us feel bad about not being around. We usually give in since we feel bad and forget to take time together. Thank goodness our time off was in the middle of the week. Everyone just assumed we were working and our phones barely even rang...it was wonderful!<br /><br />After a wonderful day on Wednesday with my girls, we packed up and head out South about 10 miles out of Lawrence to Lake Lone Star. James had suprised me by renting a canoe. Oh, a big important thing I forgot to mention. James' parents gave a truck a few weeks ago and we are using to it's full potential. We have wanted a truck for a long time and now we are just in heaven. So James strapped the canoe to the top of the truck and off we went. <br /><br />We got there as soon as we could after work and set up camp. We couldn't wait to get the canoe in the water so we found a loading dock and strolled around the lake until sunset. <br /><br />It was so nice to be so close to home yet so far away from the caos we have been swimming in for awhile. <br /><br />We woke up the next morning and went canoeing again while it was still cool. There were very few people on the water. We had the lake all to ourselves. We got back to Lawrence, returned the canoe back to Anderson Rental (who we will try to never use again because they were SO rude. Not for any reason...the owner's daughter just had horrible customer service skills and over charged us because one of HER employees messed up). We we on our way home to relax at 11am. <br /><br />Friday we got up and threw our bikes in the back of the truck. James found the 9 mile loop of maintained Mountain bike trail along the river and we did about 4 miles.<br /><br />Friday night James and I parted ways. He went to work and I went to Topeka to hang out with my dad. My friend Matt was playing at a place in downtown Topeka. We went to hear Matt and the minute we walked in the door, he took a break. We have wonderful timing. So we hung out and drank beer. Thank goodness I had been drinking 'cause Matt asked me to sng with him on a duet he had written. I agreed but tha was something I wouldn't have done normally. I NEVER sing on the spot but it was Matt, and we had rehearsed that tune many times, even if I hadn't done it in a while. Being put on the spot, I felt akward and I think you could tell. I didn't sing great but I didn't sing horribly either.<br /><br />Saturday we got a late start but wanted to try the trails again. We were tired and sore from the day before so we were planning on keeping the ride light. No such luck...we ended up doing the entire 9 mile ride...which ends up being 10 miles to where we parked. We didn't mean to do the entire thing but long story short, we did. We could barely keep going on the last leg of our ride. We survived and had a amazing time.<br /><br />Saturday after we got back from our ride at about 2pm, we went over to see a rental property that someone told us about. We love our apartment but it is a little small and we both agreed that should we find something downtown that was in a similar price range and unique, we would consider it. The lady who rents there now needs something cheaper so we may just switch place. That would be SO nice if it were that easy. So we are considering moving again. This place is one of a kind. Not much bigger than our current place but it has a loft upstairs for the bedroom. Nothing is for sure...we are just thinking about it. Some extra space would be nice.<br /><br />After that my dad brought his out of town guests to Lawrence and we walked around and drank coffee and ate yummy food! It was a good time, although, all we could think about was getting our tire bodies back to the couch. But at least we didn't have to drive to Topeka for once so we were happy!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-1151624960150861822006-06-29T18:48:00.000-05:002006-06-29T18:49:20.163-05:00PicturesCheck out pictures of my buddies from Crimes of the Heart!<br /><br />http://washburn.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2009491&l=b3f3c&id=58802591<br /><br />P.S. I am trying yo get a good blog entry in soon. I have been spending every spare minute, literally, trying to catch up in my class that ended today. That means 5 weeks of work in 36 hours...AHHHHH!!! I hate being a grown up. Contratulations to all the grown ups who have children and still manage to get through school. I am sleep deprived enough as it is. I can't imagine trying to do this with children!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-1150347196340609132006-06-14T23:17:00.000-05:002006-06-14T23:53:16.400-05:00Thinking...Last week, a friend of mine wrote me a letter concerning my blog entry June 9th. Naturally, you may be quick to assume that the second entry that day was due to this letter. I will admit that it certainly was brought on by that moment but it has been something I have wanted to write about it for a while. Please, if you have a comment to make about something I write, leave a comment or if it's privite, send me an email. I just don't do well with putting my feelings out there and then having everyone ask about it. If I wanted to take the time to talk about it, we would have discussed it already.<br /><br />This friend made some really good points. I have re-read and re-read the letter. Trying to figure out what I was so upset about and what I can learn from this experience. Being a great writer and an intellegent, mature person, he said some things that struck me.<br /><br />Like I said before, I didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings. But the one thing he said was that, hypothetically speaking, people could base conclusions about people based on what I had written about the cast members. <br /><br />Since I didn't use names, I figured I was safe in saying how I felt about things. Then a person, familiar with the show made a comment about what I had written and there was some misunderstanding as to who exactly I was talking about and what all had happened. That really wasn't a problem, especially when there was more information provided but it made me think. I know my friend was right in saying conclusions could be made based on what I had written...and now I have been provided proof.<br /><br />I still don't know what to do about it. Should I simply avoid topics that I feel stongly with? Obviously, talking about people is going to come up every now an again, so what do I do to not piss any body off. Or do I worry about it at all? Maybe I should just deal with challenges as they come up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-1150259344446473042006-06-13T23:14:00.000-05:002006-06-13T23:29:04.466-05:00My Birthday!My birthday has already gotten off to a great start. My mother-in-law took the girls and I out to eat for lunch today. I love that she took the time to deal with the exciting element children bring to an experience. Those girls aren't her family so I wouldn't have expected her to want to deal with it. But those girls are MY family and I was excited she wanted to be with all of us. As if that wasn't enough, she took us to a bead store in Lenexa and gave me a spending limit. I got some really awesome beads! So took care of the girls to make sure I got to look around this store that I was terrified to take Sammi (20 months) into!<br /><br />Then it gets even better! My boss, is amazing. She is bringing the girls out to Lawrence on Thursday morning for my birthday. That is about the best birthday present ever. <br /><br />Now the rest of you have alot to live up to! I love to have my birthday made a big deal of but it doesn't have to be about the monetary things. Of course, that's always a bonus but I am still just BLOWN away that my boss is taking the time to bring the girls out. They are such a wonderful family!!! It's so simple and sweet and that's what makes it so special!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9389743.post-1149912726394093632006-06-09T23:01:00.000-05:002006-06-10T09:17:36.866-05:00Sorry!I think my days of on line journaling is about to be over. What the fuck is a blog supposed to be for? (Yeah, I use fowl language...A LOT...so if I do keep writing, you can expect to hear/see more of it.) If you chose to read my blog, you chose to take me and except me for all of who I am. Thank god my mom and dad do! But I can't stand continually hurting people's feelings because I say what is on my mind at that MOMENT. It's a moment and by me getting it out in the open it makes it easier for me to deal with. I get to caught up in the negative stuff and I try and get it out so I can move on and be happy. This public writing isn't working out to well for me. I try to sensor things to make sure I don't hurt anyone's feelings but no matter how vague I keep things, I end up hurting someone's feelings. Someone always wants to know if I meant them. My mom always told me not to write things down if I didn't want people to read it. The paper journal has worked out for me pretty well so far, and I am ok with someone, someday after I die, reading what I wrote. I've fucked up. I've done things I'm not proud of...and I have written about so I can get over it so it doesn't take over my life and bog me down. <br /><br />Maybe tomorrow I will have something to say about all of this but for now I am sad and upset and TIRED. I am SO tired I can't even stand it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0