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I’m loving this little pattern. I found it before I ever learned to crochet and pinned it on Pinterest. I attempted it a couple of times and although it is a simple single crochet the pattern is a little tricky to follow in places.
Yeah, that’s it, that’s my current weight. I have like 10 pounds and change to go to reach my first weight loss goal. But now it’s out there in the internet. Working on staying motivated, working on changing eating habits. I’m okay with the weight coming off slowly I just want to end the month less than what I started.
I saw a shirt that read parenting style: Survivalist. I thought that was cute and so looked up survivalist and well that definitely wasn’t me. I rarely feel prepared and I totally don’t have a stockpile of anything but dirty laundry. So I thought about what would describe me and it has to be winging it. My parenting style is mostly adapted from growing up with a large extended family that spend a lot of time together and observing what I liked and didn’t and adapting it as I, myself, became a parent.
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See photos of the destruction caused by Hurricane Harvey, the strongest hurricane to hit the United States since Charley in 2004.
Source: Photos: Hurricane Harvey slams Texas
This is just astounding to me. I remember holding little baby Ethan and watching CNN’s 24 hour coverage of Katrina as I learned how to breastfeed my first child. I was the most well informed person in my family about what was going on even though sometimes me head was bobbing and would bang against the wall as I would nod off at 3 am. Now we have this. In my head I feel ashamed for even comparing this hurricane to Katrina because there was so much loss of life and for Texas the death toll is still below 50 people. We are so fortunate. So many people listened and evacuated during the voluntary and then mandatory evacuations. But the amount of damage and hearing that some cities are a 100% lose and no one should return until told to. It’s sobering and then to watch the flooding in Houston and to hear the stories the size Houston’s population is 4 times that of New Orleans. It’s amazing the death toll hasn’t been higher.
A panic about gas shortages in Dallas caused pumps to dry out before supplies arrived.
Source: Dallas’s gas panic was totally preventable. Here’s why – Aug. 31, 2017
They want to blame the people for the gas shortage but how about yesterday all the news outlets were warning us that Dallas would be out of gas by this weekend and they weren’t sure when we would get more. Of course all of Dallas went out to top off their tanks, we have to work, if not the bills aren’t paid and the kids are fed. So annoying that yesterday it was we’re running out and today it is we’re only running out because y’all rushed out to fill up.
In the haze of having a third child I neglected my blog and did not renew it when it was time for renewal. It wasn’t until months after that when the fog began to clear that I realized I lost the years of blogs that I had kept. Some stupid and unimportant such as the menu plan monday blog hops but some, some it hurt my heart to lose. I didn’t keep baby books for my kiddos I kept a blog and when I failed to renew my blog I lost all their posts about them being little and new and sweet. I felt guilty and like a horrible horrible mother, how could I just toss aside my older children’s baby years with so little thought. Well this last week after much searching I found most of my blog posts tucked away on blogger. I’m not sure when I imported to blogger and I know they aren’t all back but I got most of them back.
This makes me giggle every morning. Sorry tiny drowning man.
Craig and I celebrated our 14th anniversary today. I’m still surprised he showed up at my dorm room that Friday afternoon to take me to the justice of the peace. We’ve come a long way and grown together a lot since then. We were basically babies still and are usually horrified when we hear about people getting married in their early 20s. Not that it was horrible but just like no one tells you how hard childbirth is no one tells you how hard marriage is until you’re in the trenches.
The first years were rough getting over the death of a parent and trying to navigate the first year of marriage felt impossible at times. Then there were the years when we had two young children. We definitely had times where we faught more than we loved and I didn’t think we’d make it another week let alone another month or year. But we made it through those hard times and then one day we were on the other side of it. I don’t know what was so special about the 10 year mark but marriage got easier. Not that we don’t still fight cause we do, we’re two different personalities and sometimes they don’t mesh but, it’s easier now. There is definitely more loving than fighting. And my love for him runs deep it’s soaked down into my bones and it sometimes takes my breath away.
When I think about our future it seems uncertain we’re approaching – who am I kidding we are – middle age and who knows how many days we have left to spend together. I hope it’s decades and if someone has to go please let it be me because I couldn’t and wouldn’t want to face life with out him by my side.