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Name: mary
Birthday: 1/14/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: friends dvds, swimming, kissing my husband, making little crafts, telling stories
Expertise: hahaha...umm maybe entertaining taft kids!!
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AIM:  sethspuppy
Member Since:
1/20/2005
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| Back from Vacation.
We had a great time, but I am glad to be home.
It was hard to sleep because it was so stinking hot!!!
But my cousin's recital was amazing! It is so fun to watch someone do something they love. As Eric Liddell said, "When I run, I feel God's pleasure." I am not even sure what that is for me anymore. I used to know and I have a rock in a jar that reminds me. But life has changed and shifted so much that I just don't know....
Anyway, Seth and I went to the beach and out to dinner every night. It was awesome. We saw a few naked people at the nudist colony where our driver tried to leave us! I kept saying, "This isn't my Grandma's house!!"
Glad to be back to my puppy and my house. I am determined to start fixing up the house and doing simple projects. This weekend the basement and maybe the porch!!
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| So, my husband came home Sunday and decided that he was going to do yard work. He spent SEVERAL hours in the yard raking, mowing, ect. He fixed the lawn mower that wasn't working and put in a little walk way to my car. What is so interesting about him is that when I try to motivate him to get things done around the house, it doesn 't work. I can hint, flat out demand, encourage, reward and nothing. But one trip to Ace and $30 later, I can't get him to come inside for dinner.
I guess he just needs to do it in his own time.
Hard for me to stay patient with him when I want things done now.
But it did make me appreciate him more and more as he was out working so hard for our little house.
He is truly amazing and I do mean that.
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| I love analogies. analogys. I am not sure which spelling, but I love them.
Good ones at least.
Nick Striegel gave me a good one the other night.
We were talking about church and he said that he'd heard that a church is like a ship. At first, the people in the boat are completely directed by the wind. The wind takes them in a direction and they set their sights on the destination ahead. But then suddendly, the wind shifts trying to direct the boat in another direction, but by then the people in the ship are rowing so hard in the first direction that they don't notice the change of wind.
And we all tend to get a vision from God and being lead by the Spirit head out for that goal. We get so dead set on what we heard the first time, we don't often listen for adjustments. And I think the people rowing in the boat are sincere and trying to do the right thing, but missed it.
I don't want to miss it. My life has definitely been shifted into a different direction in the last few years. It is hard to change coarse, when you were so wrapped up in the first mission.
Anyway, enough with the boat analogy.
I thought is was cool and a good reminder to listen and feel the leading.
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| I have had a sad day. I must say.
I went to play volleyball tonight and probably wasn't the best sport soley because I just had a bad day.
But I am home now, watching Law and Order SVU which makes me happy, I guess. I miss my husband.
I am so thankful for him but I don't think I show him enough. He is truly an amazing artist and photographer and I know he really is trying and striving to become a better and better man each day.
I don't know why I feel the need to type this but I do. I really can't share everything else that is going on in my heart. I couldn't even put it into words probably.
My husband puts up with me, which is sweet and my dog loves me always.
Hope things are well in the reader's lives. This hasn't been a terribly facinating post. Oh well.
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| Today I was wondering if having my Dad move in was the best option soley because I am rearranging and could really use the upstairs space! Which is silly because having Dad is here is great and at around 4:30 I was SURE it was the best thing. Because around 4:30 I saw a baby mouse run behind the tv stand. Of course, I tried my best to stay calm and the only plan of attack I could think of was to try and catchi t in a tupperware.
So after that attempt failed and the mouse was under the couch I started screaming for Dad. He came running down to my aid with a much better plan. He grabbed a broom and opened the doors to try and broom it out. But sadly he did end up killing it since it was stuck in a corner and so he hit it to try and get it to move and hit it too hard.
Anyway, it was quite the exhibition, but I was so grateful that I wasn't alone throught it all. But the mouse is out of the house and I am relieved.
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