tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53782870386688740292024-02-19T00:58:44.068-06:00Bunch of BrannonsNever let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved. - Thomas S. MonsonJaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-22083536596644349262011-07-17T06:18:00.000-05:002011-07-17T06:18:25.922-05:00Levi Benjaminis my brand new nephew 4 day old and he's adorable!! Aren't babies just such a miracle and we all know they are blessings from God and all that fun stuff but they truly are just wonderful. It's amazing to me how holding such a tiny miracle is so therapeutic. Duston and I went to see him and I was not in the best of moods but the minute I laid hands on him, my mood just went up and kept going up. I just love him so much. <br />
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Abby is such a good big sister! She doesn't bother him at all. She doesn't even look his way so that she doesn't bother him. ;) Seriously though, she will get there. Duston and I had her for a few days while they were all in the hospital and my mom was here too so we took her swimming as she looooves the water. She jumped in time after time after time and the further down she went, the happier she was. I would love to try and see if she could swim because I bet she could. She's such a little fish. <br />
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I need a second job and fast. I'm about to lose the first one and I know it. I'm trying to change things around but this has been hanging around my neck for over a year and the noose is getting tighter. I want to do well but you have to set people up for success and not failure. I'm really trying to get on board because it's a phenomenal company and there are great benefits that I can't live without. So, I'm working on it. Again. For the last time most likely. <br />
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I miss Duston. He's been in Alabama for three weeks now. We had our wedding shower (which was a huuuge blessing and will be followed up on in a moment) and his 90 year old grandfather asked if I would leave him down there to help him out. Of course. How can I tell him no when D isn't working currently and that's an opportunity for some extra cash?! So when he gets back here, hopefully things change around and he finds somewhere to work that will benefit us and we will be able to pay child support and car payments like craaazy! How awesome that would be! <br />
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I do love being married and will be followed up on in another post. For now, I'm falling asleep and good night.Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-65125964083980783762011-02-16T16:46:00.000-06:002011-02-16T16:46:33.121-06:00Here Comes the Bride...Here I am!! Yep, I got married. December 19, 2010 was our wedding day. It was quick, easy, and painless. Now, if only the rest of our lives would be easy and painless too. :) It was a whirlwind but I love it. I love being married. Things are tight and they are hard but I love him and he loves me. We have trials every day as everyone does but I'm excited about what we have facing us. <br />
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My good friend, Shantell hosted all of the singles for dinner today and there about 8 of us there so we ate, said what we are thankful for and of course, as is customary in Nashville, played music afterward. I wish I played an instrument but I can't carry a tune and I can't play one either so I'm an awesome part of the audience. I didn't take any video or anything but here are some friends singing some of my favorite songs that they've written.<br />
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<a href="http://www.shantellsmusic.net/music.cfm">http://www.shantellsmusic.net/music.cfm</a> <---HIGHLY recommend "The Clock" and "What Matters the Most"<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">No, I haven't used a register in about 2 years and haven't had a check book in about 4 months now. </span><br />
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{two} what size shoe do you wear?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">7 or 7 1/2</span><br />
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{three} scary movies or happy endings?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">I'm a hopeless romantic and only watch chick flicks so I'd say happy endings. </span><br />
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{four} do you prefer spontaneity or stability?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">I married a man 10 hours after I met him. What do you think? Stability and knowing a change is coming scares me. If I can do it spur of the moment, I'm good. </span><br />
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{five} what is the most embarrassing cd that you own?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Rod Stewart</span><br />
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{six} do you watch reality tv?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Yes. I love Little People, Big World (I'm the world's tallest midget, btw)</span><br />
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{seven} what is your favorite home-made meal?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Oh my. Why do you torture me so?! My <a href="http://jenmikeabby.blogspot.com/">sister's</a> lasagna, her oven fried chicken, her potato soup (she's a great cook!) and my mom's country fried steaks. Ahh, heaven. </span><br />
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{eight} do you have any allergies?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">I have a severe allergy to idiots. </span><br />
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{nine} if you could open your own restaurant/store, what would it be?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">I would LOOOVE to own a doggy boutique! Cute clothes, leashes, harnesses, homemade treats, salon, adoption center. I love my baby and want all other babies to be pampered too. </span><br />
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{ten} would you ever go skydiving (or have you been)?<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Yes, please!! Strap a beatiful man to my back to pull the cord and I'm there! </span>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-36723774164269229352010-11-02T22:35:00.000-05:002010-11-02T22:35:12.422-05:00Well, HOOO are YOU?!1. What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you?<br />
<span style="color: purple;">Well, I've been very fortunate in that I haven't had too many things happen. I'd have to say when I had surgery for endometreosis. I thought I was going to die for a few weeks. It probably wasn't that bad in retrospect but I'm one of the biggest crybabies on the planet. </span><br />
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2. What would you name your next child or if you don't have any your first child?<br />
<span style="color: #45818e;">I don't have kids but I want to name a little girl Ella Yvonne (Yvonne after my grandmother) and a little boy Rylen Kaid. And since I'm the one that is going to be baking these babies for 9 months, it should be my decision, right? I thought so. </span><br />
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3. If you could add one feature to your car, what would you choose?<br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">HYBRID!!! Oh. My. Gosh. I am SO sick of putting gas in this car. Do NOT buy a Ford Escape unless it's a hybrid and even then, get something different. I don't pass up a gas station without putting gas in. It's crazy ridiculous. </span><br />
4. If you named your house (or car or computer) what would you name it?<br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Cracker Jack. It's 500 sq ft. and max capacity is 3 including the dust bunnies in the corner.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232;">My dream occupation is to be a SAHM just like every good Mormon girl was raised to be. Let's say I never marry again and never have the opportunity to have kids, I'd like to own a Doggy Boutique and offer full grooming services along with homemade treats and the normal doggy gear. I'd have General's face incorporated into the title and sign somehow and take him to work with me. He's going to live forever you know. Heavenly Father promised. </span><br />
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<div></div><div></div><ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKun2shcDZvZwBQ8tGdhDb1nxL263DztWZJgHWoFWacIYABTSLQplwJG7aZQptODrSmbyAEQDRTToRjpTMd5W4HekGwSTHuxemGGewJkRhejbaECIR18YZo0P_XOWa-Fj4x95a4XjOUqC/s1600/untitled2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKun2shcDZvZwBQ8tGdhDb1nxL263DztWZJgHWoFWacIYABTSLQplwJG7aZQptODrSmbyAEQDRTToRjpTMd5W4HekGwSTHuxemGGewJkRhejbaECIR18YZo0P_XOWa-Fj4x95a4XjOUqC/s320/untitled2.bmp" width="214" /></a></div><li>My dog makes me happy. I love him. He is the best cuddler in the world and loves for me to love on him and play rough with him. He doesn't listen very well, but he's perfect for me because *I* don't listen very well, either. </li>
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<div>Oh wow! I didn't realize it had been so long since words spewed from me here! </div><div></div><div>I confess...a lot! </div><div> </div><ul><li>I love living alone.</li>
<li>I love it until the bills come in, that is. </li>
<li>I've finally decided what I want to do with my life!</li>
<li>Get married, have babies, return to my Heavenly Father.....oh, right. The realistic part. </li>
<li>I want to get a degree in Family History/Geneology </li>
<li>Yes, it's a made up degree from BYU but a lot of times that's what you get and it's something I have a huge interest in. </li>
<li>What I don't have an interest in is cleaning. </li>
<li>I'm so over it. </li>
<li>I've cleaned the kitchen top to bottom and the living room. </li>
<li>My bedroom and bathroom are pathetic. </li>
<li>What? You're coming over to clean them for me?! </li>
<li>Aww, thanks! But I will have to clean first and then you can "clean" while I apologize about how messy everything is. But I will vacuum because it destresses me. </li>
<li>Dinner is next. </li>
<li>Oh, how I loathe the kitchen and everything about it. </li>
<li>I want a maid. </li>
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I try really hard not to get upset about my divorce and about things I can't control. <br />
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In the past week, I've dealt with more financial situations than I've ever thought about. I've gotten declined for a new car because mine is only worth $3000 even though I owe $12k. Why, you ask? Because when it was wrecked before the first payment had even been paid, I apprently should have traded it immediately. They should have totaled it and not paid the $10k it took to fix it. At this point, I don't know what to do. I need a new car. I'm tired of not being able to drive more than 230 miles before I have to fill up for $40 again. I'm just sick of it. I want something I can depend on to get me there and back and not have any left over brokenness from a wreck that should have totaled it out 2 years ago. I'm just sick of it all. <br />
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I've been working on my credit and it's come up almost 100 points in the past year which is awesome! I've tried making sure that everything is getting paid and that it's something I can pay for if I buy anything new. I don't get things on credit and I've been paying for all of the stuff on my report little by little and I'm proud of where it's going. It's still not enough though. I still can't do anything. I can't purchase anything on credit because I'm "high risk" and it's so frustrating. Luckily, my Pop is awesome and wants to help me. My Dad may not help me but Pop is always there and I love him for it. <br />
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Cliff called tonight. Dang it. Why do I let him get to me? Because we were married for 7 years? He tells me not to put much stock into religion. Dude, you don't get it. The Gospel is the only thing I can do and always feel good about it! If I didn't have the gospel, I don't know where I would be right now. He lied to me the entire time we talked. Why did I stay on the phone you ask? Because I'm a sucker. He gave me enough about the kids to keep me going and I will always want to hear more. I miss his kids. I miss MY kids. I miss being with them and doing homework with them. I miss getting them up for school and telling them I love them. I miss hugging them before they went to sleep and being the person they wanted to talk to when something bad happened at school that day. I even miss the arguing sometimes.Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-68767905287788556562010-08-20T23:30:00.000-05:002010-08-20T23:30:47.753-05:00La, la, la<a href="http://glamazonmormonmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-confessional-yall-join-in.html"><img src=" http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww358/treasurehatch/Glamazonwithjewels-1-1.png " /></a><br />
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Well, I haven't been so good this week. <br />
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<ul><li>Ever heard of road rage? Well, I have it. I yelled and honked and screamed at this lady the other day only to realize that we were stopped because there was an ambulance coming about 4 blocks down with the lights on. We couldn't have gone because it would have been too hard to pull over when they got to us. We just needed to block traffic coming off of the interstate for a solid 5 minutes instead. I (might) have called her a name...or two. </li>
<li>I got rid of the cat. I was trying really hard to love her and let her get to know us but when I stuck my hand in her poop, she had worn her welcome out. I gave it a solid 2 weeks but ya gotta go if you can't go in your litter box! </li>
<li>I'm trying to like my job. I'm trying to do better at my job. I've never felt so much pressure before in my life though and I think I'm smothering. </li>
<li>I'm worried about my Dad. A mini stroke last week and arteriogram (can't spell) this week just really worries me. I love him and I need him. Who else is going to tell me what they really think?</li>
<li>My cousin has someone willing to take the discussions and she's not trying to set me up with him (WHATEVER!) but can I come to church (3 hours south from Nashville) to meet him? You bet because I'm single and when you're single in the church, everyone could be your <strike>next lover</strike> future husband. He's obviously not at institute every week (2 attendees) and doesn't seem to be at the singles ward. Maybe he is in <strike>Podunk</strike> Jasper, Alabama. </li>
<li>I start my new schedule next week. 4:30 am is going to come early. I think I need to buy stock in toothpicks. </li>
<li>It's 11:30, I have to work in the AM and I'm feeling like I need to be up all night. Yayyy! I'm so glad I don't have kids sometimes because if I did, I'd be screwed with the sleeping schedules. </li>
</ul>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-59627052543721059602010-08-16T19:11:00.000-05:002010-08-16T19:11:49.122-05:00Feeling kinda craftyToday I've decided to dedicate to crafts. I love them. I love fabric, paint, wood, paint brushes, stencils, mod podge, all of it. I love to feel crafty and I love to be crafty. I wish I was a creator and could go part time at my job and just do this the rest of the time. <br />
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Today, I went to goodwill and bought a small set of shutters and an old mirror that frankly looks like crap but it won't after a few coats of paint. I'm so excited to see how it turns out. And to top it all off, I went to Hobby Lobby afterward where they were having a sale on furniture. I got the cuuuutest litle wood trunk for only $16!! It was originally $80 so I'm pretty stoked. I'd like to think that I will be making all of this look really adorable but the fact is that if spray paint and a little bit of mod podge and ribbon can't make it cute, it's just gonna suck.<br />
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Well, I'm off to it. I'd like to say I'll have cute pictures but the fact is that, again if it isn't cute, you won't be seeing it. We'll have to see how this goes.Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-42573270933046597202010-08-16T00:47:00.000-05:002010-08-16T00:47:08.698-05:00Confession time...my favorite time of the week!<a href="http://glamazonmormonmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-confessional-yall-join-in.html"><img src=" http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww358/treasurehatch/Glamazonwithjewels-1-1.png " /></a> <-- Confess and link up! I want to know your darkest secrets! <br />
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<ul><li>I wish my accent was thicker. </li>
<li>It's southern but I want the charm. </li>
<li>I'm watching Say Yes to the Dress: Atlanta and I'm crying.</li>
<li>I want to meet the man of my dreams and just get married. </li>
<li>Soon. </li>
<li>Very soon. </li>
<li>As in, I'm sick of waiting.</li>
<li>I think Heavenly Father is making me wait until I start putting my clothes up.</li>
<li>I have clothes in my closet on a shelf that have been clean for almost 3 weeks and I have no interest in putting them up. </li>
<li>I also have clothes on my ottoman and couch. </li>
<li>If my laptop weren't so close to the couch, they might get put up.</li>
<li>My goal is to put some hangers in my laundry room and perform magic that the clothes will jump on them as I drag them out. </li>
<li>I'd rather just stay inside and paint things or read blogs about other people painting things and doing crafts that I will buy the stuff to do the same with and never do the actual craft. </li>
<li>Yep, that's how it should be. </li>
</ul>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-84426254198237484382010-08-11T23:42:00.000-05:002010-08-11T23:42:36.784-05:00A is for Admire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/3498809824_c2dc3309a4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="136" ox="true" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/3498809824_c2dc3309a4.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>and I admire my Mom. I admire her for all of the trials she has gone through in her life and she is still going strong and never seems to give up. My mom is so generous, and I only hope that I got a little of that trait from her. She is strong, courageous, open and honest. She is beautiful to me and I hope that as I get older, I become more and more like her...I just don't want to stick my tongue out when I'm concentrating hard like her. <br />
I'm thankful to my mom for showing me what hard work does for you and how it pays off in the end. If it weren't for her showing me, I can't say that I would be where I am. Some people may look at that and think, "You're divorced and you have no education to really speak of. You work at a call center and you live alone in a one bedroom apartment. Woo." <br />
<ul><li>I look at it though and yes, I'm divorced. I'm divorced because I'm better than that. I deserve to be treated with a lot more respect and honor than I was being given. I deserve to be treated like a Queen and I won't settle for less next time. My mom did the same thing about 25 years ago. We're better for it. </li>
<li>Yes, I need to go back to school and I will. I want to and I am going to. My mom did and graduated at 50 and I couldn't be more proud. She is awesome and I love her for it. It took a lifetime it seemed to everyone because all she did was study. I hated calling her and ask her what are you doing? Studying...every day, all day. But she did it, and that's what matters. I will too. </li>
<li>I do live alone and you know what? It's better than having a husband who doesn't appreciate anything you do. It's also better than having roommates who suck. </li>
<li>I also work at a call center. You want to know a secret? This call center kicks my butt! I've never used my brain more than I do when I'm at work. I have to be "on" for 8 hours a day and never faulter in the things I say. You try it. </li>
</ul>My mom is just great. She has taught me how to be a loving, kind person who truly wants to do what is right. She taught me how to live my testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and she taught me to always have faith no matter what is going on in my life. I love her.Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-90217015682303081632010-08-07T00:49:00.002-05:002010-08-07T00:57:34.223-05:00<img src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww358/treasurehatch/Glamazonwithjewels-1-1.png" /> <---- Link up and play along!<br /><br /><br />Is there a rule that says this has to be short?<br /><br /><ul><li>I got General a kitten this week as he told you before. </li><li>At this point, I've cleaned poop out of my bedroom floor, my bathtub, rug, and the bathroom floor.</li><li>All I can smell is cat poop.</li><li>I'd like to sew a litter box to its butt. </li><li>If I didn't love General so much, I'd be finding him/her a new home.</li><li>I'm not a cat person.</li><li>I can do this. </li><li>I can do this and survive.</li><li>I can't promise the cat will.</li><li>She's cute and that is getting her a long way. </li><li>I don't know if she is a boy or a girl. </li><li>I don't know if I really care at this point...maybe in 3 weeks....if we make it that long. </li><li>I love my dog. I love my dog. I love my dog. </li><li>I'm going to bed. </li><li>They say you can't smell when you sleep. </li><li>Let's hope. </li><li>Good night, bloggers. </li></ul>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-46237493880188675112010-08-06T00:18:00.004-05:002010-08-06T00:34:41.447-05:00Dis Da GenrulMah Mom is "soo tiwed" she say so I tooked ova da compoota and say, "No, Mom. I wite da bwog today." So Mom dot me a pet. Its a kitty kat! I luuuub kats! Dey wun fwom me awot but it ok cuz I chase dem and lub all ova dem! Dis kat mom say I cant see until it get mow used to it here. I fink I should be able to lub on it and it be just fine. Silly mom. She dont no much sumtime.<br /><br />I stay home all da time. Mom been takin me fah wides dough when she get home cuz I fink she feel bad dat I be here all day wong wifout her. I miss her when she not here but I weally wike to sweep in da bed wifout her big butt twing ta maked me move all da time. I stwetch out and do whateva I want. Sumtimes, I even go frough da trash just to make suwe she not frowing good stuff away. <br /><br />Mom say it bed time. How come whateva she says go? I fink I shuld be da boss. Mom say no and dere be sumthin bout her that make me listen...I dont even wun out da door anymore. Mom say she tiwed of wunning afta me. Oh. Tonight we was walkin and we seed dis dumb heffa gwab her doggy fwiend by da collah and frow him! Mom yelled at da idiot and sed she be callin animal contwol on da dumb heffa. Dat wady yelled at mah mom! My mom was tuff dough. She didnt move a muscle. I fink she culda huwt her. Mom was maaaaaad. She called da animal contwol and dey was cwosed but bwight and erly tomowwow, she callin dem. Dat wytch gonna get hers. <br /><br />Lub,<br />Da GenrulJaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-931845099964290122010-08-01T17:04:00.000-05:002010-08-01T17:04:19.457-05:00Forgiveness: My Burden Was Made Light<object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7zwQ_7q-fU&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7zwQ_7q-fU&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-34810661965139693062010-08-01T10:03:00.002-05:002010-08-01T10:06:26.410-05:00A Day...Just ONE!I need a day. I need a day where I don't feel needed by everyone and where I don't feel like I'm only good for the things I can do for people. I'm taking that day today. I feel like I'm taking it from the Lord because I am skipping church. Fast and Testimony meeting is my favorite day of the month but I can't do it today. I'm worn out and exhausted so I'm taking General for a walk at Centennial Park in Nashville. Maybe my soul mate will meet us there. You never know. This is my day, after all.Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-10028615918080357402010-07-23T00:11:00.003-05:002010-07-23T00:19:38.316-05:00It's 20 Hail Mary's for you!<a href="http://glamazonmormonmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-confessional-yall-join-in.html"><img src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww358/treasurehatch/Glamazonwithjewels-1-1.png" /></a> <------ Click to play along! Confession time!<br /><br /><br /><ul><li>Well, I have a lot to confess and I don't have a theme which brings me to my first one.</li><li>I need to get more organized. I bought all kinds of things last week to help with that and I'm taking it all back this week because I'm not going to use it.</li><li>I need to get better about studying my scriptures.</li><li>My heart is breaking for Britney and the pain she is feeling for her Mom right now. </li><li>Suicide is the most heartwrenching thing for a family to deal with and I hope I never have to with my immediate family.</li><li>I'm still sick a little, and even though I sound better and for the most part, feel good, I'm still ugh. </li><li>I think General is depressed. </li><li>I'm scared to death of my new schedule of being at work at 6:30 in the AM. </li><li>I would love to sleep all day and then go to work but my friends need me at night so I'm trying to be there. </li><li>I'm going to the Temple Saturday. </li><li>It feels like I haven't been in months and it hasn't been near that long. </li><li>I still can't remember everything and it drives me crazy. I would kind of like to go in Birmingham. </li><li>Blueberry bagels and regular cream cheese? I'll pass next time but thanks!</li><li>My facial hair is worse than a man's. Anyone want to donate to my fund to have it removed? Let me know and I will start a donation center.<br /></li></ul>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-58886853745539167092010-07-20T23:01:00.000-05:002010-07-20T23:03:02.536-05:00<center><a href="http://www.reviewretreat.com/"><img border="0" src="http://i640.photobucket.com/albums/uu124/closet_rehab/fmbt.png" /></a></center><br /><br />1.Follow the 5 hosts, #1 – 5, ( leave us a comment & we will follow you back- only leave a comment if you follow please ). <br />2.Create a blog post about FMBT (you may copy this post if you wish). <br />3.Follow as many blogs as you would like ( Leave a comment so they can follow you back). <br />4.When you receive a comment from a new follower return the favor & follow them back.Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-50718904449720453822010-07-19T12:02:00.004-05:002010-07-19T12:30:26.269-05:00Abby Cait, you're awesome!I just love her. I love to cuddle with her, play with her, and I even love to cry with her. She has my heart and every day with her is a better day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYqvY2SQR6tV-UJloz_84MO58hDIJ3a9EejiFoRNF6v_gFF7g8sry5TbQZfxF7llNlyXGUj5sY40Wo6_rN048H-56_hWN3GO4MlJj4Lahss_V3sPRYsoBxW3-AXAFTALrvWVC53sEiWCW/s1600/Picture+047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495670299315564210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYqvY2SQR6tV-UJloz_84MO58hDIJ3a9EejiFoRNF6v_gFF7g8sry5TbQZfxF7llNlyXGUj5sY40Wo6_rN048H-56_hWN3GO4MlJj4Lahss_V3sPRYsoBxW3-AXAFTALrvWVC53sEiWCW/s320/Picture+047.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouesH5qlrMhy8DpcbYq-fDUMZzjVtuPUiSP8b4iFdvUMtPbQcTY5scu1TpMt8lpm29By2T5vaxXs_87icNzgNtkG_yiYzd7kcZ05_GeXLj80v33JbYsY3BoVZ2nWHvOFmtQt_OuXirqv6/s1600/Picture+049.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495667106944209746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVGfhVWoa3P6lhiNtSL89waPYQvqif953AHCPIZqFYroNqwYIS-IGJc_OdWMGzc_f6-vkvhKDOUjpZ4qAgrhjeK_erHA5IUHPKyraX7xM0lHfo0kE0HbinKmDqD-bwK0eHwfQwk1nX52x/s320/Picture+028.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-88118394924987556992010-07-19T11:41:00.005-05:002010-07-19T12:00:27.109-05:00I love him.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IOMb1vBGYZSeTqBLZ6ZG_mvyXYgr4uBjXQ8lsKVMa2bxHJ-ZXiHx_2Tb1hA0OVOZzonYLnXT_KpiZV20DGdJRaihEHL8sUkyd8OB_5hQXdIfXbFQG59JIp85yhUG3-WPT1cL5PzrkPIL/s1600/Picture+031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495663112338771394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IOMb1vBGYZSeTqBLZ6ZG_mvyXYgr4uBjXQ8lsKVMa2bxHJ-ZXiHx_2Tb1hA0OVOZzonYLnXT_KpiZV20DGdJRaihEHL8sUkyd8OB_5hQXdIfXbFQG59JIp85yhUG3-WPT1cL5PzrkPIL/s320/Picture+031.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Here are some recent pictures of General. I'm horrible about uploading pics but in my defense he doesn't sit still long enough to get many good ones. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialdHO1vWuRHTXrQRJoxs1dOHyEKJBGNEQ5S6W08serHKaqwwCBGCtdBnKzrzLXJV2EecEQPdzNnWu2Uz73g_kUmelBmbDdgEZW7n5OktFJfz5xPdPuLAOW3ZzP5YDrIKVCgbk0Bx1fvQi/s1600/Picture+030.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495662139300961346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialdHO1vWuRHTXrQRJoxs1dOHyEKJBGNEQ5S6W08serHKaqwwCBGCtdBnKzrzLXJV2EecEQPdzNnWu2Uz73g_kUmelBmbDdgEZW7n5OktFJfz5xPdPuLAOW3ZzP5YDrIKVCgbk0Bx1fvQi/s320/Picture+030.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>So, General turned 4 in April and I just got the pics uploaded. I'm a bad doggy mother. He got new toys, gourmet treats and a night with his momma uninterrupted. We've been through a lot together and I couldn't be more thankful for him and the fact that he doesn't judge me. I got him when he was 3 months old and we've been together ever since. We've been through a divorce and several moved in his 4 years but we're happy and healthy and I'm determined to better us further so he has his own yard one day and maybe a human brother or sister even. It's a far, distant dream but it's ours and we dream big in General's house! </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntWaD-fpRbhF_igLNNjUVPyuE9SXlPP8ZzNWmYXo2en_zuE7xU-f0iICums2aUqVt8ad3M7zhezSS_0r0YdoZhdRwzdyZT0WKVVFY9rRkD0LxYFL7Zux67Qzw1y6AHmoUoKaJxZjc8Nvh/s1600/Picture+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495660057698129538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntWaD-fpRbhF_igLNNjUVPyuE9SXlPP8ZzNWmYXo2en_zuE7xU-f0iICums2aUqVt8ad3M7zhezSS_0r0YdoZhdRwzdyZT0WKVVFY9rRkD0LxYFL7Zux67Qzw1y6AHmoUoKaJxZjc8Nvh/s320/Picture+007.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhES02ASkBP8NHZuRV0x5K1yLWLpL2x4tz3PbzXL8_ESmx8GPS1a922rwtmyv5oSg01EkDtpFp_BKKz-0izDxvUsntuSvrEGczfqvrpoNC10qyszKzFzWCPMqs1dUeBEAQErff6kcUo5qmD/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495659649020695042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhES02ASkBP8NHZuRV0x5K1yLWLpL2x4tz3PbzXL8_ESmx8GPS1a922rwtmyv5oSg01EkDtpFp_BKKz-0izDxvUsntuSvrEGczfqvrpoNC10qyszKzFzWCPMqs1dUeBEAQErff6kcUo5qmD/s320/Picture+008.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEquAxTUgEiBcm_dpUEO2Z8202U_kFi7e4NPCechkHPVxDRXiX0voY6732vHNuqwUrsv_cDdFtmh6-tPwiNWWDvouqdWJ6AzkDSzWv_E6DoYHf0ncvoorlldEAiBPBHqFJ5r4MK5gqXbW/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495659067689425954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEquAxTUgEiBcm_dpUEO2Z8202U_kFi7e4NPCechkHPVxDRXiX0voY6732vHNuqwUrsv_cDdFtmh6-tPwiNWWDvouqdWJ6AzkDSzWv_E6DoYHf0ncvoorlldEAiBPBHqFJ5r4MK5gqXbW/s320/Picture+002.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-28885801865822365792010-07-17T05:35:00.002-05:002010-07-17T05:45:53.121-05:00Confession time...<a href="http://glamazonmormonmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-confessional-yall-join-in.html"><img src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww358/treasurehatch/Glamazonwithjewels-1-1.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><ol><li>I think I'm trying to do too much and that's why I've been sick so much lately. </li><li>I never used to get sick when I was younger but my sister did, and it made me always fake it and stay home. My mom knew I'm sure but it would always get me a day with my grandmother which was awesome. </li><li>The first time I stayed home "sick" and was by myself all day, I was 8. There is no way you could do that now. When I was married, I never let Shay stay by herself until she was about 12. It was partly her and partly the crazies that come out to play far too often. </li><li>I'm sitting here with kleenex shoved up my nose. </li><li>My entire body is sweating and I feel too bad to get up and do anything about it.</li><li>I'm praying for weekends off on the next shift bid at work. Maybe that way, I can stop being sick on Saturday. </li><li>I hope that I'm able to stay all day and just deal but I already feel like going home and I'm not even there yet. </li><li>I wish I could work from home. </li><li>I'm thankful sometimes not to have kids so that I can just take care of me and not have to trudge on because this way, I get to gripe and moan all day long and it's ok. </li><li>I need my Mommy.<br /></li></ol>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-17922989813327203852010-07-14T00:17:00.002-05:002010-07-14T00:29:47.894-05:00If I wasn't selfish...<ul><li>I would rehome General to someone who has more time for him because I'm doing him a disservice with always being gone. I love him though and we've been through sooo much together. He is the only reason I've made it where I am and that we aren't living in a box somewhere.</li><li>I would want to do more for other people. In the recent floods of Nashville, there were so many opportunities to help out. I was only willing to do the demolition (I had to work through the entire clean-up process) and now it's done and I don't want to help anymore. I do want the t-shirt that you get for helping out though.</li><li>I would answer my phone when I know that people need me. Don't take that wrong but there are times that I just can't be there for you because I'm being there for me...especially if it's after midnight. </li><li>I would think about the things I say before I say them. Alas, I will hurt your feelings in a heartbeat to say what I need to say. I don't do it to be mean but if the world was always telling you what you want to hear, are you really going to have any ounce of reality? I am reality. Deal. </li><li>With all of that being said, I do love people and try to be tactful with the things I say and I do help out when I'm needed but I want to be one of those people who can do it at the drop of a hat. I wish it worked that way. Oh, and General? He's my baby and I try so hard to make sure that he is taken care of in every way. Right now, I'm wondering if the best thing would be to get a cat or another dog for him to have as a pet? I don't know. I'm gone a lot and he needs company. I really *DON'T* want a litterbox but he looooves cats. Ugh. I hate being a grown-up.</li></ul>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-22241110311568107842010-07-12T04:03:00.002-05:002010-07-12T04:11:53.112-05:00My First Confessional<a href="http://glamazonmormonmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-confessional-yall-join-in.html"><img src="http://i735.photobucket.com/albums/ww358/treasurehatch/Glamazonwithjewels-1-1.png" /><br /></a><br /><br />So I've been following this really fun blog for awhile and every Friday she does a confessional so I thought I would participate.<br /><br /><ul><li>My birthday was this week and I only turned 28 but I'm petrified of 30.</li><li>I have a crush on a man that I can't shake and I can't do a thing about it!</li><li>I feel like a school girl again.</li><li>I love my dog...</li><li>Maybe a little too much.</li><li>I am in love with the "Love comes Softly" movies lately. </li><li>I really don't have any inspiration to go back to school because all I really want to do is to get married again and stay home and raise babies.</li><li>I think I'm going to lose my job sometime soon.</li><li>I see in black and white. It is either is or it isn't....there is no inbetween.</li><li>That causes a lot of issues for other people and makes me have to explain myself all of the time.</li><li>I am absolutely, totaly and completely, 100% in love with Abigail Caitlyn. She is just like her Aunt Jackie and her momma hates it! </li><li>I think that's why it is so fun! </li></ul>Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378287038668874029.post-90871365698025988732010-07-08T00:40:00.002-05:002010-07-08T00:41:57.409-05:00Happy Birthday to me!I'm old now. Dang it! I want a time machine and I will take my dog with me thanks.<br /><br />The end.Jaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02354125766278926391noreply@blogger.com0