tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75961415190374630672024-03-08T13:16:32.899-08:00Always the Big GirlBig Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.comBlogger330125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-41598264109253393622010-09-28T11:58:00.001-07:002010-09-28T12:01:50.341-07:00Well Hello!!!Hi Friends<br /><br />Not sure if anyone is out there or if anyone even cares, but I've reappeared <a href="http://www.girlsundaydesigns.blogspot.com/">here</a>.<br /><br />Lots has been happening and the focus will be different from where this blog was, but if you are interested you can check it out.<br /><br />Hope all you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lovelies</span> are as lovely as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">usual</span>.Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-14805509174906518442010-01-25T11:04:00.001-08:002010-01-25T11:05:54.685-08:00It's Time...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3YcckC943LGXpCxpUu24nu9Wga4JhfWsgj7mmSjuPvVOn0p_1C-zmo-k5rdSrJoPgplaUd057HTLpCGoe3DyKLnEFdfJhJj939tgN3685Fg3C4NBzMDfdPGjCNKvA3EhVNcB0qV5NjY/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430755465489974882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3YcckC943LGXpCxpUu24nu9Wga4JhfWsgj7mmSjuPvVOn0p_1C-zmo-k5rdSrJoPgplaUd057HTLpCGoe3DyKLnEFdfJhJj939tgN3685Fg3C4NBzMDfdPGjCNKvA3EhVNcB0qV5NjY/s400/goodbye.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I’ve decided to close down this blog. <br /><br />My life is going in a different direction right now and feel as though my interests tugging me in a different direction. I’m finding it hard to write here, especially on a consistently heartfelt way.<br />I started out just wanting a place for my thoughts and instead found a place full of extraordinary people.<br /><br />I wish you all well. You have been an amazing part of my life. <br /><br />Be brave, be well and be happy.<br /><br />SusanBig Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-59833790831587179062010-01-15T12:05:00.000-08:002010-01-15T12:06:58.464-08:00The Lesson So FarThanks all for your good thoughts and prayers.<br /><br />Dad’s life if a series of doctors appointments, test, results and trying to figure out the next step.<br /><br />The lesson so far is love, with all your might, the people you care about and let them know.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-34526466087178373622010-01-12T18:10:00.001-08:002010-01-12T18:12:36.742-08:00Think Good ThoughtsI just got off the phone with my father... he's been diagnosed with colon cancer. <br /><br />My dad, cancer. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Augh</span>. I know there's lots of success stories and I'm writing his now. <br /><br />I love you Dad.Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-24210463400152401922010-01-08T10:26:00.001-08:002010-01-08T10:28:26.107-08:00The Bounty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqINdrFhnRoLnSY-1UfKnUrrTD3zsvMs3e0Chv6tbw-ZzGMUs3mFXVb4D58ZGHbaOaT1ovao_GfxVsJZKb5MPwwl44beV0UeMCLXFCj-vWWKuvzJD_gbZz_h3kGwIe28vPxMXiF0Y-PZU/s1600-h/yum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424437333357088194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqINdrFhnRoLnSY-1UfKnUrrTD3zsvMs3e0Chv6tbw-ZzGMUs3mFXVb4D58ZGHbaOaT1ovao_GfxVsJZKb5MPwwl44beV0UeMCLXFCj-vWWKuvzJD_gbZz_h3kGwIe28vPxMXiF0Y-PZU/s400/yum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Thursday’s are the day I go pick up my produce box from the local organic farmer. I’ve been doing this program since August and I split the goodies with a friend of mine. We paid $1000 ($500 each) up front for the year, which I know sounds like a butt load of cash-o-la, but if you break it down, it comes out to be less than $10/each a week, $9.62 to be exact.<br /><br />Here’s the haul we got to split this week.<br /><br />2 bags of salad mix<br />2 bags of spinach<br />1 bag of arugula<br />6 eggs<br />2 bunches of carrots<br />1 bunch of kale<br />3 onions<br />1 bag of snow peas<br />1 bag of snap peas<br />2 peppers<br />1 bunch of leafy greens I had never seen before<br /><br />It’s all super delicious, super fresh and how spoiled am I that in the middle of winter I can be so blessed to have such a bounty.</div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-28308872273504003152010-01-07T10:41:00.000-08:002010-01-07T10:51:24.938-08:00Wordless Wednesday, a Day Late<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiYzR-HILN7D-nXL6CfMoqlwm5SchS4raWhuhvjWwxO2wnOdNhlmHBY3yzVHgvoSum4XlceVn7QLjy6XtYYTiEzB2QzVX4zNMzZgsYA4fYJxg4orXvNOlx3su5dFdNv_N4pp75qC0qD0/s1600-h/lsit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424071088359354802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiYzR-HILN7D-nXL6CfMoqlwm5SchS4raWhuhvjWwxO2wnOdNhlmHBY3yzVHgvoSum4XlceVn7QLjy6XtYYTiEzB2QzVX4zNMzZgsYA4fYJxg4orXvNOlx3su5dFdNv_N4pp75qC0qD0/s400/lsit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div align="center">Today's list of things to <a href="http://alwaysthebiggirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-word-for-2010.html">accomplish</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-88380439679166041012010-01-05T17:45:00.000-08:002010-01-05T23:18:31.995-08:00All of MeThis post should come with some warnings of some pretty graphic pictures. If you have a weak disposition, you should go ahead and go else where.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>As I was reading through some blogs the other day, <a href="http://fatgirldivesin.blogspot.com/2010/01/commitment.html">this post </a>really inspired me. I thought it was so brave of Tina to post pictures and that post for some reason really stuck with me the past few days.<br /></div><div>I've always wanted to have some "before" pictures and I'm at a point right now where I'm not comfortable with how I feel or look so I'm using these as my "before" pictures. These pictures feel like something concrete, something that will keep me more in check and something that will help be a motivation. My hope is that these pictures will be a reminder of my where I want to go and things I want to accomplish.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423521651941691474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pWgRyMudRkjlU_Cgrhq-24MGb9NMIRDayeps2XMbMESFYUgx48ibUDtaeFVtpq0cI4xdMd4OeovqIMsbXTXb88QuPyZnhK_wlL_J4hUxjh84q_0U5_qO02eGI1eVaq56DfZU9wjSBQo/s200/004.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423440588700807954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4i2Nm4oliXEUGvb0hysUJg6ypaiyTM5APSRfZS-EnU4RtjdTkH26Svqmw66BBvizvMUwnKRWRi_RSpYIkPkzIlY20CfLni292WvujopBH5OzrEOxqOH-mYkg2JX-ELqkQUqXQueT05HI/s400/ry=480.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>It's hard for me to look at these pictures, but it's me and it's the truth. It's my reality and it's something that I can change.<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-4298351227266075772010-01-04T10:11:00.000-08:002010-01-04T10:19:50.713-08:00My Word For 2010<strong>ac⋅com⋅plish</strong> [uh-kom-plish]<br /><br /><br /><em>1. to bring to its goal or conclusion; carry out; perform; finish: to accomplish one's mission.<br /><br />2. to complete (a distance or period of time): to have accomplished the age of 70; We accomplished the journey in little more than an hour.<br /><br />3. Archaic. to provide polish to; perfect.</em><br /><br /><em>Origin: 1350–1400; ME, earlier accomplice <> ac</em><em> + complir ≪ L complēre to fill; see complete</em><em><br />Synonyms:1. complete, fulfill; execute, effect, do.<br /></em><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Dictionary.com UnabridgedBased on the Random House Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2009.<br /></span><br /><br /></em>With each new year, there seems to be that fresh beginning, the optimism, the wave of new energy. As the last of 2009 faded, the word accomplish kept repeating itself to me. Accomplish. Accomplish. It chose me and it felt right to me. So, that is my word for 2010.<br /><br />There’s a lot I want to do this year and this word will be used as the springboard to get me there.<br /><br />I want to have the strength to follow my voice and make this the year to accomplish so many things I’ve put off, been too scared to try.<br /><br />I want to get the mundane chores done. No putting off checking the homeowners policy any more. No more putting off getting the will done. No more putting off making hard choices.<br /><br />Accomplish.<br /><br />I want to change my body. I want to exercise more. I want to eat better. I want to feel more alive.<br /><br />Accomplish.<br /><br />I want to make a business out of my creativity. I have an etsy site but I need to manage it. I want to find the courage to approach schools about my snack bags. There’s a market and need for them.<br /><br />Accomplish.<br /><br />There’s so much to do. So much I want to get done. All this will require, focus, hard work, a positive attitude and courage. But I have a desire to see the finish line.<br /><br />May your year be filled with big dreams and the power, strength and will to accomplish them.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><em><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></em></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-57437988042827102582010-01-02T18:04:00.000-08:002010-01-02T18:07:33.618-08:00Happy New YearMay your light bring peace and happiness to all in the New Year.<br /><br />Here's to a wonderful 2010 and may it be kind to all of us.Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-45500538915973906062009-12-30T10:52:00.000-08:002009-12-30T10:54:55.036-08:00Wide Open SpacesChristmas had come and gone. Santa came and left. The Little Miss cleaned up again and luckily we didn’t get as much crap this year. Last year was filled with so much Dora stuff I thought my head was going to explode or at the very least my eyeballs were going to start bleeding. This year she got a lot of dress up clothes, games, books and pretty useful stuff.<br /><br />Adding more things into our house made me think, many times over the past few days what it would be like to be in a house where you had enough storage for everything. Nice and tidy. A place for everything. We would drive past big homes and I would think to myself, I bet they have a place to put their stuff away. They probably even have cupboards that are empty and heck they probably even have extra rooms.<br /><br />But then I was thinking, it’s not really the size of the house, it’s the amount of crap we have in ours. If I got rid of all the things we don’t use and all the things we have extra of, we’d have plenty of space. Craigslist and ebay, here I come.<br /><br />If anyone needs anything let me know. And The Husband better stay out of my way.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-4987639019037611052009-12-24T11:49:00.000-08:002009-12-24T11:51:13.519-08:00All The Stockings Are Hung...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4nnfs6PsN3W6Whhje4cMOHF8dJF00J2gYrnrIEvSD27CWxyGNRSk52BB-EmXRrqBiIJQIW1jgLcXgztZoOT4lKHC_otI0Ytkqa-yZ4J1foW1lHEB2kqQf4dGUbvImEA8_08gQFTZRwA/s1600-h/2073210115_f49bc23709.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418892445954268610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4nnfs6PsN3W6Whhje4cMOHF8dJF00J2gYrnrIEvSD27CWxyGNRSk52BB-EmXRrqBiIJQIW1jgLcXgztZoOT4lKHC_otI0Ytkqa-yZ4J1foW1lHEB2kqQf4dGUbvImEA8_08gQFTZRwA/s400/2073210115_f49bc23709.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We're just waiting for Santa to arrive...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Merry Christmas everyone.</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-14118150308798067832009-12-23T00:10:00.000-08:002009-12-23T00:10:00.329-08:00Comment Here!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjngZeKfYhUM9zvRxHx7GJGs5azXIV3Mxcf6FCdL48a4xnWubdGk5coI0lpwhNyL0GKx8oa1M4ylOetBJXNwIniIAj_uh4WhEFXgFaR8SY6vopYHHBqdbqPrSGObacxM76aRWj7rhPS2E/s1600-h/2398513475_c570cfb113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418156333105260130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjngZeKfYhUM9zvRxHx7GJGs5azXIV3Mxcf6FCdL48a4xnWubdGk5coI0lpwhNyL0GKx8oa1M4ylOetBJXNwIniIAj_uh4WhEFXgFaR8SY6vopYHHBqdbqPrSGObacxM76aRWj7rhPS2E/s400/2398513475_c570cfb113.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />One thing I’ve done this past year is to make a very conscious effort to buy as much of my food from local sources. Yes, it can cost more out of my pocket, but in return, I’m getting a lot of food that is grown within 25 miles of my home. That means, more time on the vine which produces better tasting food. It means, less carbon footprint, in transportation because it’s being moved 25 miles, not 2500 miles. Less packaging meaning, less waste. I’m supporting my local economy. I’m getting to know my farmers. The same farmers who are providing food and nourishment to my family and me.<br /><br />I wanted to find a way to give back to the hard working men and women of an industry which seemingly on a good day is a tough business. So, let’s raise some money…<br /><br />For every person who leaves a comment here between now and December 24th at 8am Pacific Time, I will donate 25 cents to <a href="http://www.farmland.org/default.asp">American Farmland Trust</a>.<br /><br />It’s a pretty cool non-profit dedicated to helping grow foods locally, protecting the environment and saving farmlands. Since we are all in search of healthier lifestyles and doing less damage to the environment, this organization is helping fight that fight.<br /><br />Their official mission is:<br /><br />The mission of American Farmland Trust is to help farmers and ranchers protect their land, produce a healthier environment and build successful communities.<br /><br />So hit up the comments, make me go broke!<br /><br />Remember No Farms, No Food.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a><br /><br /><em>If you want to paste a link on your blog to this post to help in the effort, please feel free to do so. The more the merrier!</em>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-11853114428758828042009-12-22T09:34:00.000-08:002009-12-22T09:49:56.733-08:00The Upcycled SlingThis year, I’m trying to make as many gifts as I can. Of course, there’s still a lot that I have to buy, hence my nightmarish trip to Target, which you can read about <a href="http://alwaysthebiggirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/attention-target-shoppers.html">here</a>. But, I’m still able to make quite a few. Here’s one I’m especially proud of.<br /><br />The back story is, a couple of months ago, my neighbor brought over a baby sling she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wasn</span>’t using anymore and had unsuccessfully tried to sell. We both loved the material and she was hoping I might be able to use it to make something. So, last night it went from this<br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418117733075391186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz78vvAxr4hUApEnIQWDGcHVXJQqqqa6sbr8NQj-pLuDsETfO0l151js78HN8_i5JbwaJdNYhBxhH8n2h4K0px1lFO95B9fCw3HWIHR_0uZMhynh_6yYv3Dy2KcpDoyqHkqDwZ9WpkW4k/s400/sling.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>to this</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418117737927068850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfHL9etzHB5rMxIak0_Vn2cf0B4WzhEDsSDlUZh0urHrTX-3Dh9RnRc7ziwMh50FOfueaJCYFhMa3jC-q8U0A06jUS3b8Adl33xxymo82BCDws3uwMl2QtoSB-m3jlzB7jkEUOaVl35s/s400/dressfora.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p>I know the fabric is reversed since I pulled the top photo from their website. But, you get the idea.</p><p><br />I think she's going to be thrilled and love seeing her daughter in it.</p>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-72596984806695157192009-12-18T08:04:00.000-08:002009-12-18T08:04:00.111-08:00Ever Happen to You?Sadly, we laugh...<br /><br />Have a great weekend everyone.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMatyXsiIQ0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMatyXsiIQ0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-48318673278212261752009-12-17T10:06:00.000-08:002009-12-17T10:08:02.329-08:00Attention Target ShoppersI went to Target yesterday to do some Christmas shopping. With 18 kids to shop for, I love me some dollar bins. (and no, I didn’t go and have 17 more… it’s all the nieces, nephews, friend’s kids etc… they all add up.) I found the last 2 snowmen and last 4 snow flake window decals, the last pink headband, cute divided plates, penguin socks, and bunch of great loot. I then hit up the women’s clothing section and found a couple shirts for moi. Next it was the paper plates, napkins, cat treats, and then the aisles and aisles of toys. Which, by the way… can you say a bunch of plastic JUNK?!<br /><br />Anyway, I like to park my cart at the end of an aisle and walk down the aisle and check things out. I don’t like to have to try and navigate and shop at the same time. I can usually multi-task, but not when shopping for toys and driving the cart. Too many people, too many kids, too narrow a space. It’s just a hassle. So, yesterday I parked my cart, got my purse, and up and down the aisles I went, making mental notes of what there was, checking my list etc. After carefully assessing my options, I’m ready to stock up. I picked a couple things off the shelves, turned to put them in my cart and gone. Nowhere to be found. Vanished. At first, I thought I had just left it somewhere else so I looked up and down various aisles, panic. All that good dollar bin stuff gone. My shirts, gone. My paper plates, napkins, and cat treats, gone. FUCK. Gone. I almost cried.<br /><br />So, I headed back to the front and started again, ever looking for my cart. I was so frustrated, I only got some of the same stuff and finished off from where I left off. I then headed to the checkout stand and there it was, the cart… my stuff from the first round mixed in with other merchandise ready to be restocked. I must have looked pathetic as I went through it pulling out the things that I really wanted but forgot to get the second time around. But, oh the joy.<br /><br />So along with my advice of don’t ever wear a red shirt while shopping at Target, because you will be stopped a gazillion times and asked where something is, here’s my other piece of advice. Never, ever leave your cart at the end of the aisle while you shop.<br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-52525265479746409992009-12-16T11:47:00.000-08:002009-12-16T11:48:49.988-08:00I Need Your Suggestions...What would you do? OR in other words what should I do…<br /><br />We live on a quiet dead end street. We’ve lived there for 2 years, the newbies on the block. The people next door to us are pot smoking hippies from the 60’s who live in the back house, his elderly mom in the front. Our across the street diagonal neighbors are also a couple with grown children who live with her elderly mom. He works in his yard, constantly wearing his blue shirt, blue pants, and when it’s chilly, his puffy blue down vest. He occasionally brings out his khaki outfit for special days. He limps and I suspect it’s because his hot wife who flips her hair out of her face and walks a little funny are having wild, we-don’t-have-any-kids-in-the-house and my-mother-is-deaf-sex. But that’s a completely other blog topic.<br /><br /><a name="_MailAutoSig">Our neighbors directly across from us have 2 kids, now in junior high school. When we moved in, the couple had separated. She had moved out. He stayed in the house with the kids. I had gone over to their house one afternoon to bring veggies from our summer garden and a woman had unexpectedly answered the door. I wasn’t expecting a woman, so I introduced myself and she quickly claimed her territory. “Hi I’m so, and so. I’m your neighbors wife and mom to kid 1 and kid 2.” She was nice but wanted to make her role very clear. I was ok with that. I only wanted to share my bounty, not swoop in on her family. I told her who I was and that I lived with my own husband and child. Once that was all clear, things were fine. </a><br /><br />Over the past couple of years, we say hello when we see each other. We’ve never had them over for a happy hour or a BBQ, not because we don’t like them, we just never have. We are cordial and neighborly. We casually talk about whatever for a few minutes or more and then move on. Into the car, back into the house, whatever we were doing before we stopped to chat. When we ask, their daughter will occasionally feed our cats and pick up our mail when we go out of town. Here’s the question… I hadn’t seen the wife around a lot. She’s hasn’t been in the yard or cleaning up her rose bushes. I haven’t seen her getting her mail or just out and about. And then there was a sighting. She was bald. Not as in I want a new hairstyle bald, but chemo bald.<br /><br />What do I do? I’d like to help someway. A meal for the family? Run some errands for them? Pick up groceries? Something? But how do I approach them? I don’t just normally go over and say hello. I don’t even have a phone number or email for them. I only talk when see each at the end of our driveways. Any suggestions on how what to do? Or should I just leave them alone and if the opportunity arises at the mailboxes, offer up a meal or something.<br /><br />They’ve been on my mind since I saw her the other day. I hope she is doing well. I hope the kids are ok. It must be hard.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-71197359521504985032009-12-15T15:05:00.000-08:002009-12-15T15:52:36.485-08:00The HomeopathThe Little Miss has suffered from eczema seemingly since the day she was born. A day hasn't gone by where we've battled to some degree about her not scratching. He's itched so much she's made herself bleed. We've seen her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pediatrician</span>, a dermatologist or two and endured a skin prick test at the allergist. We've been moved from one doctor to another looking for an answer. For <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">relief</span>. For something that may bring some comfort. I had a doctor tell me to use <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Crisco</span> shortening as a lotion and another doctor prescribe a lotion, where the main ingredient was olive oil that cost over $100 a tube. The main remedy and general line was "she'll grow out of it."<br /><br />And that's what I bought into for three and a half years.<br /><br />I've lived with three and a half years of always having to have her legs covered. Leggings under dresses were my salvation. When her legs were covered, the discomfort was less. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Bearable</span>. But as soon as her pants were off, the words, "Don't scratch" almost automatically sprang from my lips.<br /><br />Last month, The Little Miss had had enough. She told me she wanted to find something to make her itches go away. "Please Mama? Can we?" And when your child asks you to make her comfortable in her body, you find a way.<br /><br />So, I did some research and found a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">homeopathic</span> doctor. We went in for a consultation. She asked lots of questions. Many questions that were not "medical." "Does she like to play with 'boy' toys? or 'girl toys'?" "Does she like to do imaginary play?" "Does she get frustrated easily?" There was also lots of questions about our health, and habits. Questions even about my pregnancy and any issues I may have had while pregnancy.<br /><br />I sat an answered a lot of question about my child. And it really made me think about her, her personality and her life. It also made me think there are a lot of things about her that I just didn't know. She just seemed to be such a complicated person at three and a half.<br /><br />The doctor did her thing, did her analysis and came up with a course of action. She gave us some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">herbs</span> to take, and an oral remedy she mixed up for us. <br /><br />For the last 2 weeks, I've been following the regime and<br /> giving The Little Miss Minor Cinnamon and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Peoney</span> Combination and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Graphites</span>. I've eliminated all fried food and all foods with rancid oils. And you know what? It's working.<br /><br />No itching. No leggings. "Don't scratch" is no longer spewing from my mouth. It's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> amazing. It literally has brought tears to my eyes and more importantly relief to The Little Miss. I only wish I had done this earlier.Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-21508160774066407422009-12-13T20:58:00.000-08:002009-12-13T21:11:57.300-08:00More of MeHere's a little sample of what kind of jewelry I've been making lately... hope you enjoy it as much as I do.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2LBhgOGpDRNXZeNbDSAybAHFs16xwoZepzVH3wMCRgZxrQtii-_nFpLVMVKp4qRAWSuT2U3TYEL_CZMGLMazdceDJ95HdUhkFqINn0y-8J-I9_8tTQ_THpEWbUuJzDGX2OdazIysl_w/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953580172229746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2LBhgOGpDRNXZeNbDSAybAHFs16xwoZepzVH3wMCRgZxrQtii-_nFpLVMVKp4qRAWSuT2U3TYEL_CZMGLMazdceDJ95HdUhkFqINn0y-8J-I9_8tTQ_THpEWbUuJzDGX2OdazIysl_w/s400/004.JPG" /></a> African Bead Bracelet<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJr7EQ-juNmU9psvWPXcE2NFn0zhvdurfQsJ9k1_v9rSeLmwvgYcNgXtzNxCmZ7o7PT8a5IkmNSpuwORkxs4WXCFjpkibL1BDVLImX3rz_cr5ZGLp-4JzwDWEprBwQN146pNqLImgNv3Y/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953575548595890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJr7EQ-juNmU9psvWPXcE2NFn0zhvdurfQsJ9k1_v9rSeLmwvgYcNgXtzNxCmZ7o7PT8a5IkmNSpuwORkxs4WXCFjpkibL1BDVLImX3rz_cr5ZGLp-4JzwDWEprBwQN146pNqLImgNv3Y/s400/002.JPG" /></a> Pounded Silver with a Green Glass Bead<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrqwBuySXGlEmWPBPLSh70CDr-OetqJIwf8nvYim5-Pbj11YvfFTjzVDTP6BowoI_yTP8DyXCDN2OX9lDMmNol_wiLXhXODu0VIZARTgCyGVCnBLWejguZYM8mYzLr8Nl0C5qX3JJ05g/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953566070869570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrqwBuySXGlEmWPBPLSh70CDr-OetqJIwf8nvYim5-Pbj11YvfFTjzVDTP6BowoI_yTP8DyXCDN2OX9lDMmNol_wiLXhXODu0VIZARTgCyGVCnBLWejguZYM8mYzLr8Nl0C5qX3JJ05g/s400/012.JPG" /></a> Pearl and Amazonite with Sterling Silver Chain<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaziD0kF7xYwv2897QhqzXKESWz5ICdNmpyEaj10eQPAK-dqA4Kw-v9A2JIQhUTrxIvWa2AN99E_XU2RG8d0w3HvJsZUbkFkUXC03SCljusFKteg3rWWVY4oIznuhyAmlITr5xAke3xoo/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414953553328538354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaziD0kF7xYwv2897QhqzXKESWz5ICdNmpyEaj10eQPAK-dqA4Kw-v9A2JIQhUTrxIvWa2AN99E_XU2RG8d0w3HvJsZUbkFkUXC03SCljusFKteg3rWWVY4oIznuhyAmlITr5xAke3xoo/s400/005.JPG" /></a> Recycled African Bottle Beads<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-23397054245351527612009-12-11T10:02:00.000-08:002009-12-11T10:07:45.733-08:00Crazed and Sleep Deprived<div align="left">You miss me?<br /><br />I am suffering from Bloggers Guilt. I have been crazy busy doing a lot of things except writing here. Mainly, there’s lots going on and a business of mine has taken on a life of its own and keeping me busy late into the night.<br /><br />Remember my snack bags? <a href="http://alwaysthebiggirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/win-something-here-its-give-away-day.html">These little goodies</a>? Last weekend I participated in my first “Winter Boutique” and they were a big hit. The couple weeks leading up to the sale, I cut, pinned and sewed my way through about 70 of them. The sale happened and I sold a lot. Then I got a call from another group wanting my things at their sale, so I got busy again. Then, I got another call from someone who wants to put them in her store, then another call from a school who has a farmer’s market once a week and they would like to have them there on an on-going basis. And so on.<br /><br />In addition to my snack bags, I’ve been creating a lot of jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings. More earrings, more bracelets, more inventory. Because I have one more sale to do next weekend and I need to have more to sell. I would rather have too much than to lose out because I didn’t make enough.<br /><br />Unfortunately, all of these activities, my sewing projects, my jewelry making all has to been done while The Little Miss is dreaming of sugar plum fairies, whatever they are. She would love to “help,” but beads, pins and sharp scissors and 3 year olds don’t mix. Which means a lot of late nights. </div><div align="left"><br />There’s a lot happening, a lot of little details to think about and I’m trying to ride this wave while it’s happening. And most of all, I’m still enjoying it. It feels so fulfilling to create. I love the feeling of seeing an idea come to life and seeing people enjoy all my creations.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414040956172221410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaxcGCfh7qpbiH8wMZTTSISReOnAMzHZ8eaNNrEKePiL4T2Tzm5ZRw6lvOBGAJZJW-o-GGsRQCtRfwoVZ8MeVWiUKfZyrSEZdHB1JWYm1W2YWOE5eg2z21JAT6fRuBnKDKLXMjjh-WTU/s400/gsdmvboutique.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">My table at the boutique</span></p><p><em>More to come about "Girl Sunday," the story behind the name, and my super cool logo.</em></p>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-89029735038795035302009-11-25T11:53:00.000-08:002009-11-25T11:54:27.461-08:00Giving ThanksI have lots to be thankful for. I live a blessed life. I have an abundance of so much and life, for me, is easy. There are so many people in this world where getting through each day is a struggle to survive. I have clean water that runs from the tap. I don’t have to walk miles to collect it. I don’t have to worry about the cleanliness if it or bugs are lurking in it which might make me ill. I have food in my coffers. I don’t worry where my next meal is coming from. I am not scrounging for food or having to line up to get what I am given. I can choose what I want. I have a closet full of clothes. There are many in there that have hung unworn for years. I have more right now then what some will have in a lifetime. I have a home. A roof, heat, and most of all security. I don’t worry about invasions, tribal wars, or even bloodshed in my neighborhood. I have the freedom to say what I want without persecution. I have a voice. So many are silent.<br /><br />This Thanksgiving, let’s give thanks and mean it. There are so many in this world with so much less. So much less than what we have that it’s hard to even imagine life in their shoes. In the grand scheme of things we live better than 99% of our fellow inhabitants on this planet, but we are all in this together. So when we get together with all our crazy and weird relatives and friends to stuff our faces, let’s complain a little less. Let’s take the time to remember just how lucky we truly are.<br /><br />Be well. Be gracious. Be thankful and be giving.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-58093901777271046142009-11-11T10:43:00.000-08:002009-11-11T10:45:02.089-08:00It's Groundhog Day Around These PartsYes, I’m here. Still around, but not much is happening, which makes blogging a little challenging.<br /><br />I feel like my life is groundhog day. Same thing. Every. Single. Day.<br /><br />Wake up.<br /><br />Get up.<br /><br />Get The Little Miss Up.<br /><br />Listen to some whining, by everybody in the family.<br /><br />Get breakfasts going.<br /><br />Make lunches, while The Husband and The Little Miss eat.<br /><br />The Husband leaves.<br /><br />Clean up kitchen from breakfast and lunch assembly.<br /><br />Get The Miss Ready for school… peeps, brush teeth, play store so can pick out her clothes, get her dressed, brush her hair, get sock and shoes on, get a sweater.<br /><br />Make beds.<br /><br />Get myself ready for the day.<br /><br />Grab everything we need and leave.<br /><br />Drop The Little Miss off at school.<br /><br />Talk to her teacher for a bit.<br /><br />Talk to the other parents, pretend to be interested while keeping one eye on the clock so I’m not too late for work.<br /><br />Drive to work.<br /><br />Plunk myself down in my cubicle, the same jail cell, I’ve been in for 15+ years.<br /><br />Work my ass off.<br /><br />Wish that I had time and something interesting to blog about.<br /><br />Spend 4 hours at work, doing pretty much the same thing I’ve been doing for 15+ years<br /><br />Go pick up The Little Miss from school<br /><br />Run errands.<br /><br />Get home.<br /><br />Fix dinner.<br /><br />Wait for The Husband<br /><br />Fix dinner for The Little Miss since she’s hungry and wants to eat.<br /><br />The Husband gets home.<br /><br />Have dinner<br /><br />Clean the kitchen.<br /><br />Get The Little Miss ready for bed.<br /><br />Put her to bed, kicking and screaming.<br /><br />Plunk down on the couch for a breather.<br /><br />Get my second wind.<br /><br />Sew, craft, make jewelry or something creative.<br /><br />Take a shower<br /><br />Crawl into bed<br /><br />Read.<br /><br />Sleep, for 6 hours.<br /><br />Get up and repeat.<br />That’s been my life for the past several weeks. Nothing new to report, but I’m still here.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-84827734683801129742009-10-28T10:33:00.000-07:002009-10-28T10:34:37.475-07:00Wordless Wednesday<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKsb2z_w6bgxFjEHo_243UbSm-mfopQ0W3R8z3gETQFyZIbLc_4K9ik6ZFHxN-4IsPqtVFHc1B0tYD1L1d1SFiTxVz4szYKKrMfzF5siY0VfJe65nmS9tN4MQi7-8UQVYxhZSZQ8VEDI/s1600-h/Fia+Beach.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397705336775621666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKsb2z_w6bgxFjEHo_243UbSm-mfopQ0W3R8z3gETQFyZIbLc_4K9ik6ZFHxN-4IsPqtVFHc1B0tYD1L1d1SFiTxVz4szYKKrMfzF5siY0VfJe65nmS9tN4MQi7-8UQVYxhZSZQ8VEDI/s400/Fia+Beach.jpeg" border="0" /></a> Last Beach Day of 2009?<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-39676725630561194102009-10-27T11:55:00.001-07:002009-10-27T12:03:05.642-07:00Random Thoughts on Halloween1. Kids should get dressed up and go trick or treating, not teenagers.<br /><br />2. Trick or treating at the mall is wrong. There has to be at least one safe neighborhood you can hit up.<br /><br />3. A woman should be able to find a costume that isn't the slutty version of cop, nurse, cheerleader, doctor, angel, devil or whatever it is.<br /><br />4. More people should make their kids costumes and not just buy them. It's a great way for kids to participate and make it even more special.<br /><br />5. When it this holiday become ultra-commercialized?<br /><br />6. I love candy corn.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-65846688750703072009-10-26T10:32:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:35:03.075-07:00My Friday NightWe met about 5 years ago. In that 5 years, both he and I got married, to different people. I saw him on Friday. Sitting across from each other, I had that feeling. He leaned in. He cupped his hand around the back of my neck. Butterflies. We kissed, for the first time ever. We quickly released from each other and had that startled look on our faces, franticly looking around the room to see if anyone saw. We both knew we shouldn’t have done what we did and were afraid of getting caught.<br /><br />This happens to me occasionally. I dream about people I know in real life. We hook up to some degree and in my dreams I know it’s wrong and am afraid of The Husband finding out. Sometimes it is with people I think that if my situation was different we’d get together. But, it’s rather creepy when it’s someone I have no attraction to in my waking hours. I’m always embarrassed to see them after one of my dreams, thinking they might know for some reason.<br /><br />Does stuff like this ever happen to you?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/195/D33EEC14399F7D9F4AD3B952C9319223.png" /></a>Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596141519037463067.post-59678211780288553482009-10-23T12:40:00.001-07:002009-10-23T12:40:57.440-07:00A Whole New WorldFriday. The last day of the week. Ice cream day. Sleep over day. Rewards for a milestone week at school.<br /><br />She started to read. Sounding out words. Putting the sounds together and in the process opening up a whole new world. Words are her thing. A reader at 3 and a half. Amazing. <br /><br />She inherited the love of reading from both sides. We are both readers and now a family of three, reading.<br /><br />At bedtime, I asked, “who do you want to read books to you tonight?”<br /><br />“I’m going to read. To the adult.”<br /><br />“The adult?”<br /><br />“Yeah, Mama. You.”<br /><br />So she read. To me. No longer me to her, but her to me. Slowly sounding out the words.<br /><br />I’m so proud.Big Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15074636207863885259noreply@blogger.com6