tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022826112865381852024-03-19T00:05:50.656-04:00The Everyday Life of A MilShelb MomA MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.comBlogger403125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-12695032583036784852014-12-30T17:39:00.001-05:002014-12-30T17:39:14.131-05:00A New Year Brings New Adventures<p dir="ltr">As I look back on 2014 I have many emotions come back at once.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There have been times of challenge, like getting through grad school while working full time. There have been times of extreme heartache and heartbreak, like when my best friend's husband passed away unexpectedly.  There have been times that took my breath away, like seeing those 2 lines on the pregnancy test. And there have been times that reminded me of God's amazing love, like hearing Marisa's heartbeat for the first time. <br>
2014 has brought great sorrow and great joy. It has been a true Rollercoaster ride. </p>
<p dir="ltr">As I look towards 2015, I look with excitement in my heart and a smile on my face. I know that it will come with its own set of challenges and adventures- times of sorrow and of joy. But, with 2015 comes the time when I see Marisa's sweet face for the first time and get to watch Milly and Shelby take on the roles of big sisters. What I'm most excited for is seeing Jake become a daddy to a <u>two</u>-legged. I know he will be amazing. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to take this time to thank all of my friends, family, and coworkers for their love and support in 2014. You have truly brought me so much joy. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Thank you especially to Jake and the MilShelb, the three that fill my heart and keep me going every day. You love me more than I deserve and I am forever greatful for your love.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Here's to another year and many more adventures!</p>
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Well, I'm a pretty strong person... so, in no particular order...<br />
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1. I am good at teaching. I know how to teach and I love it!<br />
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2. Being a MilShelb Mom. They may be my weakness, but being their mom is my strength. I stand up for them, put them first, act as an advocate for them, and keep them safe. I'm a good MilShelb Mom.<br />
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3. Being a wife. I don't get it right all the time, but I think the fact that I'm still happily married after nearly 5 years says a lot. (Or maybe I just have a really good husband. Takes two, ya know.)<br />
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4. DIY skills. I'm a great DIYer. (Just don't ask the H. LOL!)<br />
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5. Finishing what I started. That's not a strength I see in many people these days. But, I am great at finishing what I start. No use in starting if you don't plan to finish.A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-54095914664420154012014-05-21T18:45:00.001-04:002014-05-21T18:45:50.920-04:00Day 13 of 30 Day ChallengeDescribe 5 weaknesses you have.<br />
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Ok, in no particular order:<br />
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1. Milly and Shelby. Those little dogs are my heartbeat at my feet. They can do no wrong (and even if they do, I'm still hooked and don't care). Their sweet brown eyes just melt my heart.<br />
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2. The H. Here's another who can do no wrong. Ok. That's not true. (Laugh with me here, folks.) But, he smiles his smile and it doesn't matter. He's my best friend and I love him.<br />
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3. Sour gummy worms. Yep. I said it. I love those things. I can eat myself sick on those.<br />
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4. People with "broken wings." This is a big one. I always end up feeling sorry for people I shouldn't feel sorry for and want to help them however I can.<br />
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5. The snooze button. I press that thing every single morning. Most of the time more than once. I have a weakness for sleep!A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-87446327556996793612014-05-06T17:50:00.001-04:002014-05-06T17:50:26.299-04:00Day 12 of 30 Day ChallengeDescribe a typical day in your life<div><br></div><div>This very thought cracks me up because teachers don't have "typical" days. The only thing typical about the life of a teacher is that it's not typical. </div><div><br></div><div>But, I'll do my best.</div><div><br></div><div>5:00am- alarm goes off, hit snooze</div><div>5:09am- alarm goes off again, hit snooze again (my poor husband)</div><div>5:18am- possibly get out of bed</div><div>5:20am- shower, get dressed and ready for work</div><div>6:00am (if I'm lucky)- out the door</div><div>6:35am (if I'm lucky)- arrive at work</div><div>Fast forward a few hours through the not typical part</div><div>At some point I get home.</div><div>Play ball with Milly in the yard</div><div>Make dinner</div><div>Eat dinner</div><div>Watch tv</div><div>Pick clothes for next day</div><div>Bed around 8:30</div><div><br></div><div>Phew!</div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-27354205602740184442014-05-06T17:44:00.001-04:002014-05-06T17:44:37.341-04:00Day 11 of 30 Day ChallengeDescribe a few of your pet peeves. <div><br></div><div>Well, I have to say that I have some pet peeves... Quite a few of them!</div><div><br></div><div>I cannot stand for people to sniffle. Seriously?! BLOW your nose!!</div><div><br></div><div>It drives me crazy when grown adults write the wrong "there, their, or they're." Really, it's basic emelentary grammar, folks ! </div><div><br></div><div>Whining is absolutely not tolerated. I cannot take whining. Especially from adults.</div><div><br></div><div>My number one pet peeve is probably when people make excuses for their behavior or choices. Just own it already. As my mother says, "they've got the same 24 hours in their day that I've got in mine."</div><div><br></div><div>I could go on... But I think I'll start to sound like a psycho! Lol! </div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-64298984336682721722014-05-03T20:48:00.001-04:002014-05-03T20:48:28.508-04:00Popcorn Be Gone!The H and I have talked for years about getting rid of the popcorn ceilings in our house. We hate them. They're dated, ugly, and ( let's face it) you can't clean them! <div>So today I decided to try my hand at popcorn removal. I've looked at YouTube videos and blogs by other DIYers and I figured if they can do it so can I. </div><div><br></div><div>They warn you it's messy, so I put trash bags over the counter and toilet. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDvJ9x49B4YGj2K1lb2mgbNSUYcf0Y7vnSPQLDT1jdITRcvozmTXmnnDur41qZv_nD4hO-FjFDpAj2RVVQ0LfoPEIa0VMx2djzdbqBGJmen5T5uFRXatQerAizu7bHNmb7jBrZLrwqlAd/s640/blogger-image--1461620259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDvJ9x49B4YGj2K1lb2mgbNSUYcf0Y7vnSPQLDT1jdITRcvozmTXmnnDur41qZv_nD4hO-FjFDpAj2RVVQ0LfoPEIa0VMx2djzdbqBGJmen5T5uFRXatQerAizu7bHNmb7jBrZLrwqlAd/s640/blogger-image--1461620259.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXQqCQ0WDHj0FO0eUTC9NXMflApUsc3ZCk8t1deOp0si80ybC0p4IYZUZFvBXVddGSmlva1IyDrwf1Ox6Yx46j8_0LORIO5HlGo6LTHew2P4n0AsjbumASZMnBwOBI8kM6dU5xva1_XSC/s640/blogger-image-898565076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXQqCQ0WDHj0FO0eUTC9NXMflApUsc3ZCk8t1deOp0si80ybC0p4IYZUZFvBXVddGSmlva1IyDrwf1Ox6Yx46j8_0LORIO5HlGo6LTHew2P4n0AsjbumASZMnBwOBI8kM6dU5xva1_XSC/s640/blogger-image-898565076.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It did no good. I didn't tape, though. I should have taped. Oh well. Live and learn. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It's a tiny half bath. Here's part of it before. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxj1N1uWOtcSDm4t9h32-Nq8SHPyGt-OWlGToAuL1hnTR19p-Wvc4m9H58Pk7LrQctnM4h2t8CK8M0ag5r7Ca7x0kdXIBTTdXb3rnaKqS86Ov8B0G2fqRhcUNDqMzQaB9OiEJs8fTaWZQ9/s640/blogger-image-1871634404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxj1N1uWOtcSDm4t9h32-Nq8SHPyGt-OWlGToAuL1hnTR19p-Wvc4m9H58Pk7LrQctnM4h2t8CK8M0ag5r7Ca7x0kdXIBTTdXb3rnaKqS86Ov8B0G2fqRhcUNDqMzQaB9OiEJs8fTaWZQ9/s640/blogger-image-1871634404.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And the other part before. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TAbV_7Y6365CYTRyFjWeQ7Y5foHJAoIQ1WF0l-uRhQ6hPioHQzM_xzK2i3LOhVfJK5mFVpTHUFedrSmLlMC2Y0gr4Yy4oSiuROg3uQxNTwSd1z0laoe0erR7WsbtomGcfLF8GmZKjRLA/s640/blogger-image--1429258307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TAbV_7Y6365CYTRyFjWeQ7Y5foHJAoIQ1WF0l-uRhQ6hPioHQzM_xzK2i3LOhVfJK5mFVpTHUFedrSmLlMC2Y0gr4Yy4oSiuROg3uQxNTwSd1z0laoe0erR7WsbtomGcfLF8GmZKjRLA/s640/blogger-image--1429258307.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hers the tools I used: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWL61jrgE59fgQ4xHfgIXwqSYhZWCky7BdpPsACobZ3yaFI-v8Tkqda_N-SBnuHySBGfHTOFsa_oq-Mv2TLsebnAONskhc_2ctyCqZ3Vv8V64ECDM31k8AhCi8zvHqccSa1gvIaWIMX1mt/s640/blogger-image--408449903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWL61jrgE59fgQ4xHfgIXwqSYhZWCky7BdpPsACobZ3yaFI-v8Tkqda_N-SBnuHySBGfHTOFsa_oq-Mv2TLsebnAONskhc_2ctyCqZ3Vv8V64ECDM31k8AhCi8zvHqccSa1gvIaWIMX1mt/s640/blogger-image--408449903.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A step ladder (I'm only 5 ft 1), a bottle of water and vinegar, and a scrapey tool I grabbed from the garage. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">About half way through the scraping process...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gpu-0N9GYxb4d-9aH7FrBIes-kuQ08KyeH0Dk_Qty8A715sfWU9etGiNjWzh3v14YvZGUIMhfErPbgwZsovXeECQFK39teMhTI5PbcEnB4IKSZhk9_p-l2bsK8dsGdZeyu_mSaSBcvXA/s640/blogger-image--1095045880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gpu-0N9GYxb4d-9aH7FrBIes-kuQ08KyeH0Dk_Qty8A715sfWU9etGiNjWzh3v14YvZGUIMhfErPbgwZsovXeECQFK39teMhTI5PbcEnB4IKSZhk9_p-l2bsK8dsGdZeyu_mSaSBcvXA/s640/blogger-image--1095045880.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">All done with the scraping process! If you get this stuff really good and wet it just comes right off. But a warning- the goopier it is, the more it sticks to the floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9AK8G-34000yLvMh1ab2HsDHJgIjCFuX6_MaPuhrQi3jAAM51JCfjFt1tJDMVG7xDZBqrAwPW_PyeGcpbM6ZaSHweDXnFXlKKCmFxAABmlbvNPb9SzWVIGkxTifhBmNO4llnlz2pSF9mF/s640/blogger-image--67631565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9AK8G-34000yLvMh1ab2HsDHJgIjCFuX6_MaPuhrQi3jAAM51JCfjFt1tJDMVG7xDZBqrAwPW_PyeGcpbM6ZaSHweDXnFXlKKCmFxAABmlbvNPb9SzWVIGkxTifhBmNO4llnlz2pSF9mF/s640/blogger-image--67631565.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_e99dqNbD2w-6-44sTdWyaUzvWaqlV0CqPz_wCo8zeseUnNSoWS88475Ave48Zyb-U-T_Fv_SnD5-dA-CvXbr99IfPznzDsmVGwWQ8ednFerZmh9V2pgiSzIDizcWaRZwppToHnSPmEpJ/s640/blogger-image-1867659997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_e99dqNbD2w-6-44sTdWyaUzvWaqlV0CqPz_wCo8zeseUnNSoWS88475Ave48Zyb-U-T_Fv_SnD5-dA-CvXbr99IfPznzDsmVGwWQ8ednFerZmh9V2pgiSzIDizcWaRZwppToHnSPmEpJ/s640/blogger-image-1867659997.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What a mess I had on my hands (and hair, shorts, shirt, face, floor, walls... You get the picture)!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjhzLzvZDfupafTmp_us0M7w2yJ1foxhFi2MZv2F4X4TjUbfmiZi4g28c67vdbpxoBmd1aZzv4JYL9pKqvELO9zn_1PljY4QJs0he-bdKTWQN_duUsKYakPGbEufCii3HWV-NsxbA4LBo/s640/blogger-image--1347175643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjhzLzvZDfupafTmp_us0M7w2yJ1foxhFi2MZv2F4X4TjUbfmiZi4g28c67vdbpxoBmd1aZzv4JYL9pKqvELO9zn_1PljY4QJs0he-bdKTWQN_duUsKYakPGbEufCii3HWV-NsxbA4LBo/s640/blogger-image--1347175643.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">That junk was everywhere!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I swept it up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjPWmYbyBg9ChHZ5hjAhsN7ZpIEqDqWDKJvqbwt3OFAxd_s3P51RjsgtLIqPAq_p4xoNJ0nQp9NUXclYA7zD5XnCAidlmnt4Aty6dFI3K2g9eNnbEW44q7rfANt84pTQnRXq5_G01lEr0/s640/blogger-image--715535055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjPWmYbyBg9ChHZ5hjAhsN7ZpIEqDqWDKJvqbwt3OFAxd_s3P51RjsgtLIqPAq_p4xoNJ0nQp9NUXclYA7zD5XnCAidlmnt4Aty6dFI3K2g9eNnbEW44q7rfANt84pTQnRXq5_G01lEr0/s640/blogger-image--715535055.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And then washed the ceiling, walls, counter, toilet, fixtures, and floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am really proud of myself and can't wait to paint! Might even get to that tomorrow! </div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-60261709769494808462014-03-23T19:02:00.000-04:002014-03-23T19:02:25.645-04:00Day 9 of 30 Day ChallengeDay 9- What defines you?<br />
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I am defined by many things. I am defined by the people who love me. I am defined by the job I do. I am defined by the words that come out of mouth. I am defined by my actions and reactions. I am defined by the things I allow to be a part of my life. I am defined by the choices I make. I am defined by my love for God. I am defined by His unfailing love for me.A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-17960899515293051612014-03-23T18:56:00.001-04:002014-03-23T18:56:34.838-04:00Day 8 of 30 Day ChallengeDay 8- What are three passions you have?<br />
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Passion is defined as: a strong and barely controllable emotion (according to google)<br />
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I tend to be pretty passionate about anything I take the time to do. If I'm not going to do it well, I honestly don't bother doing it at all. But, my top three passions are (in no ranking order other than being the top three):<br />
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1. MilShelb. Yes. I'm pathetic. Milly and Shelby are my passion and my obsession. I love my girls. I really just can't explain it.<br />
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2. Animal welfare. In my dream world all pets would have homes and none would suffer and none would be abandoned, neglected, alone, or afraid. I am passionate about animals. They give us so much and in return, people dump them, abuse them, starve them... and worse. It is horrible. There are so many things wrong with this. I cannot sit here and write a blog to truly express my passion on this subject because it would take me hours.<br />
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3. Public Education. I am a third grade teacher in a public school. I love my job. I love my kids. I love my fellow teachers and my administrators. My dream is for all children in the US to have the opportunity to attend school in a place that is safe, warm, updated.... full of books, computers, and caring teachers. Many students in the US do not have the opportunities that my students have. I know because I've taught in one of those schools. Those children deserve an excellent education just as all children do.A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-30081450354425573712014-03-19T20:25:00.001-04:002014-03-19T20:25:31.792-04:00Day 7Well, I told you I stink at keeping up with these things. <div><br></div><div>Today I'm writing Day 7: what is your dream job and why?</div><div><br></div><div>I am truly blessed because I am one of the lucky few who actually gets to work her dream job. I teach third grade. I love my job with all my heart. There are great days and there are tough days, but the good far outweighs the bad.</div><div><br></div><div>So, why is this my dream job?</div><div><br></div><div>1. There's never a dull moment with children. </div><div>2. That look on a kid's face when they finally get something.</div><div>3. The hugs at the end of the day... Or just because.</div><div>4. (And most important) Because what I do makes a difference every single day. It needs to because I'm trading a day of my life for it. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk1cGTVO5hQAh1tbUPdEOSsjQdvj0lw27f4ArvvM79RuJY3KoZFm6E2QPh_f1aUujP0Xb5rDQe10xXE2nlhnG4Nlsh-J7PoGyoN_tEdta71vXTJnkrN28f-iM0DXX4XH88D_kSaFHVwp9R/s640/blogger-image-1297838263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk1cGTVO5hQAh1tbUPdEOSsjQdvj0lw27f4ArvvM79RuJY3KoZFm6E2QPh_f1aUujP0Xb5rDQe10xXE2nlhnG4Nlsh-J7PoGyoN_tEdta71vXTJnkrN28f-iM0DXX4XH88D_kSaFHVwp9R/s640/blogger-image-1297838263.jpg"></a></div><br></div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-89863022663064302972014-02-25T20:07:00.001-05:002014-02-25T20:07:53.820-05:00Day 6 of 30 Day ChallengeI told y'all I stink at these things... And I was right. Self-fulfilling prophesy, I suppose.<div><br></div><div>Anyhow, day 6 asks what is the worst thing you've ever experienced.</div><div><br></div><div>The worst thing? Normally when I look back at my life I see many happy times, a few challenging times... But I don't ever focus on the bad/sad times. Sure, I've had them just like everyone else, but why dwell on them?</div><div><br></div><div>But, since it asks, the worst thing I've ever experienced was having my cat put to sleep. I got Willow when I was five and she was a kitten. I loved that cat so much. I had her until I was a junior in high school. (I think. My brain is mush.) she was very sick and had a horrible growth on her side. We didn't have options because she was older and they'd already tried once to remove all the bad cells, so we (my mom and I) talked about it and felt it was best to let her go. When I think about it I remember that day vividly. It was horrible. It still sends a pain through my heart and a knot in my stomach that makes me feel sick. I miss her. I think I always will. That day made me think I'd never have another pet, but that's not fair. In reality, Willow taught me that I am strong enough to do hard things and make hard choices, and that I did love her enough to do what was right by her. </div><div>I like to think Milly and Shelby will live forever, but I know that's not true... and I dread that day. Loss hurts. It's heart breaking. It never really goes away. But love is better than loss and happiness is a much stronger emotion than sadness, and I can do hard things. </div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-74430921128140155872014-02-23T20:36:00.001-05:002014-02-23T20:36:06.984-05:00Day 5 of the 30 Day ChallengeDay 5- 5 things that make you the happiest right now<div><br></div><div>1. The H</div><div>2. The MilShelb</div><div>3. Routine</div><div>4. My students</div><div>5. My team of teachers</div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-18372646615658443282014-02-23T20:34:00.001-05:002014-03-23T18:44:34.379-04:00Day 4 of the 30 Day ChallengeDay 4- 5 things I'd tell my 16 year old self if I could.<br />
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If I could tell my 16 year old self anything, it'd be:</div>
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1. The guy in your life won't matter at all in the future. Seriously, you end up with an amazing man!</div>
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2. Don't stop working hard. In your life, hard work pays off again and again.</div>
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3. You'll miss your Mama when you leave for college and since you don't ever live at home again, you'd better not take the time with her for granted.</div>
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4. Things really will work out and the rest of your life is not nearly as dramatic as high school. </div>
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5. Think long and hard about decisions before you make them. I'm not saying Id do anything differently because it led me to where I am now, but think long and hard.</div>
A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-46329672290521712722014-02-23T20:28:00.001-05:002014-02-23T20:28:21.093-05:00Day 3 of 30 Day ChallengeI knew I'd get behind...<div><br></div><div>Day 3- What's the greatest amount of physical pain you've ever endured?</div><div><br></div><div>Well, when I was in sixth grade I found out I have Scoliosis. That's a curve in your spine, for those of you who don't know. I wore a back brace for a few years. When I was in high school I had surgery for it. It was not fun! It was very painful and a long road to recovery. But, I made it through and I'm fine now! </div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-88471024979713794172014-02-16T23:03:00.001-05:002014-02-16T23:03:21.023-05:0030 Day Challenge- Day 2 (because I know I'll get behind)Day 2- 3 legitimate fears and how they became your fears<br />
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I am scared to death of one of the MilShelb getting hit by a car or hurt in a way I cannot fix. I want them to only know happiness and health... I truly fear them being tragically hurt. I fear them being hurt and it being a result of my negligence. (I certainly don't purposefully put them in harm's way. I don't want anyone to get that idea! These are probably 2 of the most protected dogs on earth. I'm pretty much a helicopter parent. So is the H.)<br />
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Fear 2-<br />
I'm extremely afraid of my house catching on fire. Seriously. If I even think I may have left something "dangerous" plugged in (like my hair straightener) I will drive all the way back home to check. Again, this fear really goes back to Milly and Shelby. I would absolutely die if they were caught in a house fire. (As for how I got this fear- a horrible tragedy from a fellow blogger. Many of her dogs died in a horrible house fire and she wrote a blog about how she could hear them but couldn't help them... ripped my heart out!)<br />
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(I know I'm supposed to post 3 fears, but I really only have the 2...)A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-88606486319372416832014-02-16T22:46:00.002-05:002014-02-16T22:46:51.297-05:0030 Day Challenge- Day 1Ten Random Facts About Myself:<br />
1. I rewash loads of clothes more than I should admit... because I forget I washed them in the first place. In fact, if you see me in clean clothes you should probably give me a medal because it means I actually remembered to put the things in the drier in a decent amount of time.<br />
2. I run the drier more times than I should admit as well. I don't iron, so I have to run it over and over to remove wrinkles. LOL<br />
3. I like to read, but I have a hard time sitting down and reading anything for any length of time.<br />
4. I am obsessed with my dogs... the MilShelb (the reason for this blog).<br />
5. I watch way too much of HGTV and DIY channels. Seriously, sometimes for hours at a time.<br />
(I realize I'm currently sounding like the laziest person on earth- but I promise I'm not. I really am not a sorry excuse for a human being.)<br />
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6. I coach Girls on the Run.<br />
7. I teach third grade (with passion... LOVE my job)!<br />
8. I would redecorate my house every other week if my wallet (and husband) would allow it. (Maybe I should have listened to my mother and been an interior designer.)<br />
9. I've had the same 2 best friends for my whole life. No really. I'm not exaggerating. My whole life (minus the first 2 months).<br />
10. After nearly 5 years of marriage and 8 years together I am still hopelessly in love with my husband.<br />
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<span style="color: red; text-decoration: none;">Day 3: What is the greatest amount of physical pain you have ever endured?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 5: What are the 5 things that make you happiest right now?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 6: What is the hardest thing you have ever experienced?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 7: What is your dream job, and why?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day8: What are 3 passions you have?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 10: Describe your most embarrassing moment.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 11: Describe a few of your pet peeves.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day12: Describe a typical day in your life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 13: Describe 5 weaknesses you have.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 14: Describe 5 strengths you have.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 15: If you were an animal, what would you be and why?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 16: What are your 5 greatest accomplishments?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 17: What is the thing you most wish you were great at?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 18: What is the most difficult thing you have had to forgive?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 22: Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 10 years? 15 years?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 23: List your top 3 hobbies and why you love them.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 24: Describe your first job.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 25: If you could have dinner with anyone in history, who would it beand what would you eat?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 26: What popular notion do you think the world has wrong?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 27: What is your favorite part of your body and why?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: red;">Day 28: What is your love language?</span></span></div>
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A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-38712205353590435172014-01-29T19:09:00.000-05:002014-01-29T19:09:51.652-05:00Steps in the Right Direction"If you want to get over a problem, stop talking about it. Your mind affects your mouth, and your mouth affects your mind. It's difficult to stop talking about a situation until you stop thinking about it." -Joyce Meyer<br />
(I'm no Joyce Meyer fan or anything, but I found this quote on Pinterest and loved it.)<br />
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In my last post I talked about needing to let things go. I am actually feeling much better about these things because I've stopped thinking about one of them and am pretty close to the other one. Now, I know that saying I never think about these things is a lie. But, I am not constantly thinking about these things anymore. Occasionally I catch myself heading in that direction and just force myself to change my thoughts and think of other things.<br />
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I think one reason I was thinking of these things so much is because I was talking about these things so much. My thoughts and conversations were consumed by these things. I've just changed the topic when these things come up.<br />
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I really am feeling much better already.<br />
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I've also prayed about being able to let these things go. I've prayed to not let them consume my thoughts and conversations. I actually laid down last night to go to sleep and felt completely at peace for the first time in a long time. It was a great feeling. And, I thanked God for it. Really, I did.A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-83207144941375061952014-01-22T19:34:00.001-05:002014-01-22T19:34:35.097-05:00Thinking Aloud"Inner peace begins the moment you choose not to allow another person or event to control your emotions."<br />
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There are many things I need to let go. There are two main things that, honestly, eat at me. Some days they consume my thoughts and make me so mad I want to yell at the people who have caused these things... but I can't. Mainly because neither issue is really any of my business.<br />
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What? You're wondering how I can be so passionate about something that is none of my business? Can't we all? I think so. These are things that annoy me, drive me crazy... honestly, they make me feel like there is so much injustice in the world. Or maybe just that there are innocent people involved in both of these situations that can't do anything about it. Neither can I. I can only sit by and watch and pick my jaw up off the floor occasionally... but nothing else.<br />
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Last night I wrote about repenting. About how you have to let things go and let God deal with them. About how I have such a hard time doing that. These are two things I must let go. I have to for the sake of my own sanity- my own inner peace. The problem is (and not that I'm making excuses) these things have been going on for years. I have had them in my thoughts, prayers, and conversations for years. They have been (many days) the center of my concern. So, you see, it's hard to just drop it.<br />
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So, now before I work on repenting for not giving this stuff to God, I'll be working on not thinking and talking about these things all the time. I think that's the first step.A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-26321946362562910322014-01-21T19:38:00.001-05:002014-01-21T19:38:28.660-05:00Chaos and CrazniessMany people who know me know that I live my life in a constant state of chaos and craziness. I am always on the go. Always.<br />
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There are days, however, when I am just completely exhausted from the chaos that is my life.<br />
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Today is one of those days.<br />
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I am tired of and from many things going on my life. Things I won't talk about to people I don't know... but things I can't necessarily do anything about. I have a problem with letting things go. I know I cannot change them. I know I cannot make some things better or different, but I still hold on to those things.<br />
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I have started reading an online devotional (http://www.lilyandlight.com/2013/01/make-me-over2013-repent.html) and the first night (tonight) was "repent". Repenting really means you need to admit what you're doing wrong and turn from it and do better. I know that. I've known that. I know what I'm doing "wrong" (for lack of a better word) but I don't know how to turn from it. How do you turn from constantly having things on your mind that don't allow you to have your mind on the right things? You're supposed to not worry. Give it to God, so they say. I have a hard time with that. That's what I really need to repent of, is not letting God be in charge. Now, I know He is in charge but I am over here trying to do things all by myself and that's just not possible. It's like the old saying goes something like, "We plan and God laughs." There's just so much going on and I need to let Him deal with it. I need to trust that it will all work out in His time and with His plan, but I am having such a hard time with giving it up.<br />
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So, how do you give that up? How do you give it all to God?<br />
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Just my thoughts for tonight...A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-15019514979336267212013-12-15T16:52:00.001-05:002013-12-15T16:52:26.682-05:00MilShelb Mom WorriesI am worried about my sweet Shelby Ann. She has been having problems with her anal glands for some time now. We are now having to meet with a surgeon to have the gland removed. It scares me but it also provides some hope. I just want her to be happy and healthy again. I just want her to not have to deal with this. We will see what the surgeon says next week. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbsxgAV0bznBoBlAFE9JLsXnQNffkkMoRumxbTR162VCmG5jXSe3I0hgffrLVWC6rz2EiiPekqESQgo3wmRMGaJLxY-nsAi_g6JmZs-doQhH8f6zceYo0sOS3C_Bdm5tFGaXMO97K9Pal/s640/blogger-image--1463818854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbsxgAV0bznBoBlAFE9JLsXnQNffkkMoRumxbTR162VCmG5jXSe3I0hgffrLVWC6rz2EiiPekqESQgo3wmRMGaJLxY-nsAi_g6JmZs-doQhH8f6zceYo0sOS3C_Bdm5tFGaXMO97K9Pal/s640/blogger-image--1463818854.jpg"></a></div><br></div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-26914201118057147182013-11-30T19:31:00.001-05:002013-11-30T19:31:15.140-05:00Tough stuffLately we have been dealing with some tough stuff with my sweet girl. It breaks my heart that she has been having health issues for months now. Stupid anal glands! Next week she will go in for a procedure and hopefully we will have some more concrete answers on what is going on. Poor baby. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUJlpOmMU2yJKc6A6U8KvkIZlYDFx28RYBK91ea4tq-6qH1lE87pB6KXDrDiIoA9kMhF7WkJFeqJYuE9SU7ftjxqzudrDWXyfQg68Gvcijg-f059_uilnLbksvNHSjXnqb71HnuLs69hf/s640/blogger-image--1818517511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUJlpOmMU2yJKc6A6U8KvkIZlYDFx28RYBK91ea4tq-6qH1lE87pB6KXDrDiIoA9kMhF7WkJFeqJYuE9SU7ftjxqzudrDWXyfQg68Gvcijg-f059_uilnLbksvNHSjXnqb71HnuLs69hf/s640/blogger-image--1818517511.jpg"></a></div>A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-25502640157221452952013-02-17T19:56:00.000-05:002013-02-17T19:56:27.373-05:00Awesomeness!I just found this awesome <a href="http://www.blissfulanddomestic.com/2012/03/31-days-to-yumminess-grocery-shopping.html">blog</a> (thanks Pinterest!) I am so excited. I have been saying forever that I am going to cut coupons and save money while buying groceries. I <strike>hate</strike> <strike>loathe</strike> despise to grocery shop. I mean it. There are only a handful of things I dislike more. I can't stand to go up and down the isles... that are almost always filled with random junk sitting in my way or people who, apparently, have nothing better to do with their time than get in my way. I just hate it.<br />
Enough of the complaining.<br />
I found that blog and I am going to do this! Now, probably not yet to the extreme that she does. I also don't have a family of four to shop for so I should be able to spend less. that being said, she spends $400 a month on groceries for 4 people and I spend more than that for 2. I obviously have a lot of work to do.<br />
I know the problems, though. I don't cut coupons. Really. I don't. If I do (for some crazy reason) have coupons I ALWAYS leave the durn things at home. That does me a ton of good. I also impulse shop. By that I mean that as I walk through the store I see food I "need" and in the buggy it goes. All of it. Anything my little heart desires. Recently (and in the past) I have convinced myself that it's ok because I don't go out to eat nearly as much as I used to- and that's the truth. I used to go out to eat almost every day. Then I (or really Jake) cut it back to a couple times a week. Then I (or really Jake, again) cut it back to maybe once a week, if that. So, I have really changed my ways in terms of eating out. That has saved money. That's good! But, buying every little thing I see does not help. Let me also point out that it's not like I walk through the produce department and grab extra veggies. I scoop up more chips, cookies, moonpies, ice cream... you get the picture. So, not only am I spending too much, but I'm buying a bunch of junk.<br />
I'm writing out all of this to say that I'm making a goal. My goal is to cut my grocery trips to once a month (except for produce, because I just can't eat frozen produce all the time- though I do see how it saves money) and my bill by 1/3 (I'm trying to be realistic) by June. I know that gives me a few months, but according to the blog I read it takes a while to learn and get used to. So, I'm going to take baby steps and get it right.<br />
Now, to plan meals and find some coupons!<br />
<br />A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-87093626906370039562013-02-15T20:40:00.002-05:002013-02-15T20:40:35.265-05:00Taking a Step Back<br />
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Sometimes in life I have to take a moment, step back, and
remind myself (and explain to others) where I’ve come from and how I have
worked to get to where I am.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was raised in a fairly strict (not crazy, cult-like
strict, but strict) Christian home. I went to church Sunday morning, Sunday
night, and Wednesday night. If you weren’t sick, dead, or dying you were going
to church. I haven’t carried this routine into my adult life, but it certainly
made me a better person.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I grew up in a family where most of the time I was an only
child. Now, I know that sounds strange- so let me explain. I am my mom’s only
child, but my mom remarried a man who had two children of his own. They came to
our house every other weekend and Wednesday nights. When they were there I was
a middle child. I grew to love my sisters as my “sisters” and truly appreciate
everything they taught me about having siblings.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was raised to have manners, work hard, and take nothing
for granted. I was raised to be grateful for everything and to appreciate
others for their differences. I was taught from an early age that being
yourself is exactly who you should be and that my “self” was wonderful. Because
of these lessons, I am confident, grateful, and honestly appreciative of
everything I have. I know that I was given many things by my parents that other
people are not given and I know that my parents made many sacrifices on my
behalf. They are good people and I truly appreciate their struggles that led to
my successes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I “grew up” and left for college I decided to be a high
school English teacher. Funny! I’m sure if you’ve read this far you can
naturally assume that I did not fulfill that goal. I had what many may call an “epiphany”
while sitting in a HORRIBLE freshman English class that I actually hated
English and had absolutely no desire to spend the rest of my life teaching
that. So, I marched my happy little rear end down to my advisor’s office and
changed my major! Elementary Education! I stuck with that one. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My freshman year was tough for me. I wasn’t living with my
parents anymore. I was in college at Upstate in Spartanburg and missing my
home! My high school sweet heart and I called it quits and I started dating
someone else. <o:p></o:p></div>
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About half way through freshman year I decided that Upstate
was not the place for me. I wanted OUT! So, I looked into applying to transfer
to other schools and then realized I could very easily move to USC. So, that’s
what I did. I moved there and got an apartment with my older sister. I dated a
few people between that summer and junior year. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My junior year I met Jake. Love of my life from the first
time I met him. I talk a lot of junk
about how he’s not a “charmer” but let’s face it, most of the time charm wears
off and what you’re left with is nothing like what you thought you had. Jake is
real. He’s always been exactly who he is. I love that about him. Jake and I
dated for 3 years were married on July 18, 2009. It is, without a doubt, the
best decision I’ve ever made. I love that man and would choose him all over
again. He has taught me more than I could ever repay and has loved me for
exactly who I am. I tell people all the time that he is a “good man.” He is.
And that, my friends, is hard to find these days.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Jake and I were dating his parents offered us “free
puppies”. Now, I was naive and thought that free puppies actually existed. Of
course, they were “free” but have ended up costing Jake and I a small fortune.
Thee free puppies were named Milly and Shelby and quickly stole our hearts. We
are beyond obsessed with them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After I graduated and we got married we moved back to Rock
Hill. I couldn’t find a teaching job (stupid budget cuts, dumb recession). It
was a tough year. Jake was still in school for another semester. Because he was
commuting to Columbia for class he couldn’t get a job. I found some long term
sub positions (thanks to an awesome principal) and worked long hours for a
catering company. It was very hard. I was always stressed out. I was normally on
the verge of tears in any conversation about money. But, we made it. My little
family made it through the tough times. In March of that year Jake was offered
a job in Florida and we packed up the entire contents of our rental home and
off we went. We got there… and we turned right around and came back to Rock
Hill. Yes. It was that bad. We actually stayed for about an hour. Too funny!
That day we learned not to rent a house when you haven’t seen it before.
(Sounds like a “duh” thing, but I was pressed for time!)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Eventually I got a job teaching in Bishopville, SC and we
moved back to Columbia. Jake got a job working in retail management again and we
set off on our little life. We started looking for a home to buy and things
were great. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then, disaster struck again. (Actually, it was a blessing in
disguise.) I lost my job due to budget cuts. I cried and cried. And then, as
usual, I picked myself up and sent out resumes and emails and applications. I
got a job teaching in Lexington and we found a house in Columbia. We closed on
the house the last day I worked in Bishopville and moved in the next day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Jake and I have worked hard to get to where we are. I won’t
lie and make you think that it was easy. It wasn’t. There were many tears
cried, things yelled, doors slammed, and feet stomped (most, if not all, of
these things done by me because Jake is “Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected”).
Through all of the ups, downs, and in-betweens we stuck it out. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have an obsession with Milly and Shelby. I think they’ve
earned it. These girls are 5 years old (will be 6 in April) and have lived in 7
houses, been trucked to Florida and back in one day, and have been there for me
every single day. They sat with me when I was super sad (nearly depressed) over
my lack of a job. They didn’t care that I had no money, no job, no nothing.
They loved me. They still do. They greet me every single day with wagging tails
and floppy ears. They make me happy. They were there to listen when I just
couldn’t talk to anyone else. They were there for me to hug and cry on when
things just got too tough. They are my rock. They make me strong. I realize
they’re dogs, but they are my dogs. They are the little heartbeats at my feet. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I won’t say that we are where we want to be yet. We’re still
working hard. We work hard every day. We have goals. We have plans. We will get
there. Sometimes it feels like I will never reach where I want to be, but then
I stop. I take a step back. I look at where I’ve come from and I thank God for
where I am. I may not be where I think I should be, but I am exactly where He
wants me to be. I have a great family, an amazing husband who believes in me,
and two sweet little doggies to love. I still have miles to go, but I am
enjoying the road on the way.<o:p></o:p></div>
A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-82123518818754353132012-12-29T20:44:00.000-05:002012-12-29T20:44:02.896-05:00New Year's Thoughts2012 has flown by. There have been many ups and very few downs. I have taken on more responsibility at work and in other areas. I have gotten the amazing opportunity to teach at the same school in the same grade level for the second year in a row. I have been able to spend more time with Jake in the evenings as his job had some changes. I have been able to take a class which brought me up to my +18 in graduate credits. I have enjoyed many nights and weekends with the MilShelb. I spend my days with 19 amazing children and was reminded this year through a horrible tragedy to never take even a moment for granted with them.<br />
Jake and I have achieved a few of our goals this year which makes me really happy. We were able to get the pine trees in the front yard removed (thank goodness!! (And Reynold's Tree Service!)) We have painted our living room (which was a major undertaking), hallway, and laundry room. We have planned our first vacation together in over 6 years and are excited for that!<br />
I have learned many lessons this year. I'll name a few:<br />
~ People really do appreciate what I do every day and that is an awesome feeling.<br />
~ Jake and I really can do anything we set our minds to.<br />
~ Some Pinterest ideas may work for other people but not for me! (LOL!)<br />
~ It is important to have friends who truly care and those are the friends you focus on.<br />
~ You cannot change things for other people when they aren't willing to see that a change is needed.<br />
~ Family is family. Like it or not.<br />
(Some of the things I have learned are very well-worded by others...)<br />
~"Your beliefs don't make you a better person; your behavior does." (author unknown)<br />
~"Forgive others as quickly as you expect God to forgive you."<br />
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Of course, there are other lessons learned- but you don't put <i>everything</i> on the internet for the whole world to see!<br />
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2013 will be another whirlwind year if it's anything like the last couple of years. We have many great things planned and new goals set. I hope to still be at the same school in the same grade level next year. I am still contemplating going back to school for my master's. I have done a lot of thinking about goals and what I hope to accomplish this year. I am a very busy person. It's by choice. I take on a lot at once and really enjoy it most days. I do plan to take the summer off from working and work on my house! In terms of the big picture, I keep seeing all sorts of posts and websites about simplifying your life. It sounds like a great idea. It also sounds like a very difficult idea. I think I'll start with simplifying my house by getting rid of junk and move on from there. What I need to do (and am horrible at) is take things one step at a time and one project at a time. So, I'll clean out my junk and then work on my time management and focusing on people that are important to me. I think it's true that you make time for what is important to you. I guess I just have to prioritize first.<br />
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Happy New Year! 2013! Here's to a good one and many more to come!A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302282611286538185.post-42762378373092073162012-11-21T10:22:00.000-05:002012-11-21T10:22:46.004-05:00ThanksgivingHappy Thanksgiving, everyone!<br />
I am thankful for many things every single day, but mostly I am thankful for my family.<br />
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I was going to add photos, but apparently I'm out of space. That's annoying.<br />
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Have a Happy Thanksgiving!A MilShelb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770728487605353254noreply@blogger.com0