tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61415094185103724642024-03-05T22:15:34.173-06:00Jenn's Little SoapboxThis is me...discussing life. Your thoughts are always welcome 'cause I damn sure don't have it figured out!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-87994150770852267442012-09-10T21:23:00.001-05:002012-09-10T21:23:33.972-05:00Bright Spots All Around UsThe only thing we are guaranteed in life is change. Oh, how true that is! <br />
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I work for a local, family owned and operated car dealership. I have had the privilege of working for this family for just over a year now. My original position was in the Sales side of the car business. Very colorful! I recently accepted a position in the Service side of the business. It's amazing how the two can be so dependent of one another and be so totally different! <br />
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I am blessed to work with such great individuals on the same team as myself - the team that wants to make the customer happy! I'd be lying if I said there hadn't been a learning curve in it all...I've struggled through some days wondering how I was ever going to get it right! It's a lot to learn - about cars, the systems that run the paperwork, the customers wants and needs, etc...it can feel overwhelming. But, I get to start over everyday with a new set of customers who are giving me a chance to earn their business and giving my dealership the opportunity to outshine the competition. So, while I may be overwhelmed some days, I appreciate that they have chosen to come spend their hard-earned money with me, my teammates and my company!<br />
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Something that helps with that overwhelmed feeling is the blessing that comes in the form of the customer. You may be thinking - "You're crazy!" and you're right...but hear me out! How often do you enter a place of business and think to yourself, "I might get to be someone's bright spot today!" Probably not very often, huh?! I'm sure these few folks I'll mention here didn't either...or maybe they did.<br />
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I was blessed by the loveliest little lady last week - it had been a rather trying day - and she was so grateful to us for our attention to her needs, the quick repair service she received on her Grand Marquis, and the popcorn I made while she was waiting in our service lounge - sometimes it's the little things, right! ;) So, she approaches me and thanks me for the popcorn and I tell her she's very welcome. Naturally, I brushed it off as it was no problem at all...just part of the job, happy to do it, etc....and she makes mention that she and her late husband used to share popcorn every night before bed. He had passed some time ago, but the popcorn brought on a flood of memories. It had been a bright spot in her day...and she looked me directly in the eye and said, "You certainly strike me as someone that knows the Lord, Jennifer." I of course, responded that I was happy to say she was right. She went on to tell me that at her age, she made a point to make sure everyone she encountered knew him and that she wanted to make sure Heaven was "slap full" of folks when she got there! And just like that, she had been a bright spot in my day! She couldn't have known that I was in fact looking for a church...considering several...praying over which would be my choice for that Sunday. OR COULD SHE?<br />
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I had the pleasure of interacting with a gentleman last week that was hearing impaired. He brought his vehicle in with an issue and further investigation revealed that he was at the wrong store in my organization. Not wanting to trouble him with having to re-communicate his story to another person at another location, I simply took the information and relayed it for him. He was so grateful for the gesture of not wanting to trouble him further. I had been a bright spot in his day. I couldn't help but feel as though I was the one with the handicap as I watched him communicate with is 4 year old daughter. Watching him tend to her needs...getting her popcorn, playing with her in the kids area of the Service Lounge, making sure she didn't wander out the door without him....I felt the warmest feeling come over me. And just like that, he became the bright spot in my day!<br />
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I encountered a young man today that was having trouble with his F250 Diesel truck. He has been into our service department before...I've seen him three or four times. In discussion with the technician about his vehicle I determined that the parts needed and the labor required would be covered under warranty. Informing him that he would only be responsible for the $50 deductible sent both his arms in the air in celebration! I sensed relief more than excitement, truthfully. I was the bright spot in his day! The next step was lining up when he could come back for the repairs to be done. He informed me that next Tuesday would work. I asked if first thing at 8:00 would be okay. He replied, "No, it will have to be afternoon, I have Chemo in the morning." It honestly felt like the only thing I could hear was the sound of my heart in my ears. I was so overwhelmed in that moment thinking of his struggle and how mediocre my petty complaints seemed at the time, it brought me to tears. He became the bright spot in my day!<br />
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And I can't close without mentioning my favorite encounter thus far...a most humble service guest arrived one morning to have some recall work and routine maintenance done to her van. It was discovered upon inspection that tires needed to be on her list very soon. I sat with her to discuss her options and she shared with me that she had no credit card debt and that she paid cash for everything. She saved for what she needed and that was that. She decided to go ahead and have the tires put on that same day but said she needed to get out by lunch. I assured her we could accommodate that request and set about to make it happen. I had just been a bright spot in her day. It wasn't until I came back to her to give her an update on her vehicle that I encountered the blessing. She shared that she was headed to the grocery store and had to get that done before she had to pick up her kids. She followed that up by recognizing that the dealership I work for is a longtime supporter of the United Cerebral Palsy Center. She said she is always proud every year to say, "That's where I have my car serviced" when she sees our name listed as a UCP Center Supporter. I agreed that we were very fortunate to work for a Dealer that knows and recognizes the importance of giving back to a community. Especially a community that gives so much to our organization. And slowly, her story began to unfold: her eldest son is 45 years old and was born with CP and has been in a wheelchair the majority of his life. Her youngest son suffered an injury around the age of three that left him with a mental handicap. He is 41. Both of these men benefit from the UCP Center and all it has to offer. They both live at home with her - her husband passed away 16 years prior. Feeling overwhelmed for her, I shared what an inspiration I thought she was and how strong she must be to do it all. To which she responded, "Honey, I'm just a mother." My eyes swelled with tears at that statement! She spoke of a dear friend that encouraged her to enlist help from a group home for her boys so that she could have time for herself or go do something she wanted to. She told me how much she loved this dear friend and that they just agree to disagree....that "God gave her these babies to take care of and as long as she could crawl that's exactly what she intended to do." She may not have known it, but she became the bright spot in my day at that very moment. <br />
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Don't get me wrong...some days I get it wrong - vehicles don't cooperate, wrong parts get shipped, I misunderstand issues from customers, etc....but some days I get it right. And it's those days I wish to duplicate. I long to be the bright spot in someone's day everyday that I'm breathing! And if I'm half the gift to someone else that the observant, church-going grandmother, or the attentive, hearing impaired father was or the struggling young Cancer Survivor and the loving mother of those precious men was then I'll call myself successful!<br />
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So, here's to getting up tomorrow with that same objective in mind...Lord, give me the focus and strength to handle what comes my way...and help me be a bright spot in someone's day. Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-50273621320201353692011-02-17T11:42:00.008-06:002011-02-17T12:49:15.773-06:00"I believe in Auburn and love it!"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GtOCuWYOTHqBUDSDYwO6azMD9KpiYxabPvLuiG-X3QbcLxu8xG-jTqWu4mGmaUOtbzDx8O78c6Q567r5M0MZhmQPdmd9Z5QVRucfqv13H_WpYRQYClaWeywssbrYcyFzLZA29ThfDLc/s1600/toomers_1890.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 114px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574725499924254210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GtOCuWYOTHqBUDSDYwO6azMD9KpiYxabPvLuiG-X3QbcLxu8xG-jTqWu4mGmaUOtbzDx8O78c6Q567r5M0MZhmQPdmd9Z5QVRucfqv13H_WpYRQYClaWeywssbrYcyFzLZA29ThfDLc/s320/toomers_1890.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div><div> Just to think of all the events <a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2011/writers/andy_staples/02/17/toomers-corner/index.html?xid=shareFB">these trees</a> have witnessed boggles the mind. They are monsters, after all. 130+ year old trees adorning an intersection in what some might call an old “college cow town”. But, they don't understand it. Or maybe they just don't appreciate it. Either way, if you're not a part of the Auburn family, you're not expected to understand. It's okay....you're not faulted.
</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I've heard/read so many comments: “It's not like they poisoned the Sequoyas!” “There are greater things to worry about.” “I'm sure those over in Afghanistan fighting for our freedom don't give a hoot about those trees.” “It's not like 9-11!” “Shouldn't the Homeland Security be protecting us from terrorists...not herbicides?”
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</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">All are valid statements. For most, these trees are an emotional attachment to a thriving time in their lives. Many have made the trip to the campus to ceremoniously roll the trees in toilet paper to celebrate Auburn victories. Many have continued this tradition with their children. Many have probably consumed too much and had the misfortune of using them as a leaning post, pallet or worse...a trash can.
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</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Just to think of the number of students passing by, near or under these massive structures of nature is overwhelming. On their way to higher education. On their way to social engagements. On their way to work. On their way to get some lemonade. :) On their way into town for the week and on their way out of town for the weekend.
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</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjialQLFYHjXufF76St5GgaOapR6WpQk2AR2FPU8KVKmqVMtGMW3-9Cjo9U7oIUuV9NI00g_bTIc-zFWBzPawEdF94_qKP3IgIvnwcGFJwjvDANU7kBNmiTRlywi6KGazPT69_aXC5kWfw/s1600/Toomers+today.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; float: left; height: 160px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574724498052024290" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjialQLFYHjXufF76St5GgaOapR6WpQk2AR2FPU8KVKmqVMtGMW3-9Cjo9U7oIUuV9NI00g_bTIc-zFWBzPawEdF94_qKP3IgIvnwcGFJwjvDANU7kBNmiTRlywi6KGazPT69_aXC5kWfw/s320/Toomers+today.jpg" border="0" /></a>There's some of us that spent countless hours beneath those tress on warm spring or cool fall days with our books spread out like a Thanksgiving feast. Many of us located just south of the trees and gazed at their beauty during a game of frizbee or football. Countless used them as shelter from the rain during our commutes to and from class...they have amazing coverage! And a select few of us were asked for our hand in marriage with those 130 year old branches towering above us. ;)
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</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">No, the trees down in Auburn, Alabama on the campus of the Loveliest Village on the Plains aren't national monuments. They do happen to be monuments to the current National Champions, though. So, with victory comes great price.
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</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The troops are still overseas, the national debt is still out of control and there are much more important things to take precedence over “some trees that would've died one day anyway”, as one Facebook user so eloquently put it. But their place in so many individual histories has not diminished over time. In fact, this event will most likely resurrect those memories.
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</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For the individual that thought this was a good idea. I feel sorry for you. I, as an Auburn fan, don't expect anyone to adopt my thinking. I chose Auburn long ago as my team, my school and my family. And as everyone can agree, you protect your family with fierceness (some may say...that of a Tiger).
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</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Rivalry is great. It's great for the fans, the players, the schools and the conference. This won't be the first time it's been taken too far. I recall more than one instance of family disputes where individuals are shot, stabbed, robbed or even killed. Rest assured, the Auburn family agrees that those are all greater crimes than the poisoning of trees at a University. Nevertheless, the act itself shouldn't go unpunished. And the punishment won't replace the trees, if they do succumb to the poisonous cocktail they've been fed.
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</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSNdgsB4yL49WsnqmiXlYnr0rIOmMGRFDjNS229YXj3MV2dZQXxKVnI0QkvSIfNMxSTAUMeguijZ_jVvSgUx6KH4PkZFr2sVxZ50zgEhtZKGqlpUEURUsjuPhwTjZUgMlekQ2id5tioc/s1600/Toomer%2527s+BCS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; float: left; height: 160px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574724782950524962" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSNdgsB4yL49WsnqmiXlYnr0rIOmMGRFDjNS229YXj3MV2dZQXxKVnI0QkvSIfNMxSTAUMeguijZ_jVvSgUx6KH4PkZFr2sVxZ50zgEhtZKGqlpUEURUsjuPhwTjZUgMlekQ2id5tioc/s320/Toomer%2527s+BCS.jpg" border="0" /></a>But, in due time, regardless of the outcome, the memories will still remain for those that have had the pleasure of making them. And for those that haven't...a new tradition will emerge, if necessary. It's who we are. It's what we do.
War Eagle!</p></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-58860152371918379312010-02-17T21:39:00.003-06:002010-02-17T21:57:46.587-06:00Look who fell off the turnip truck...<div align="center">It's me. I admit it. I've got a few things to get off my chest. I know I've been absent for a bit, but I feel it's time to get back to it. As time permits, of course. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Have you heard about the new gimmick by <a href="http://www.sunchips.com/healthier_planet.shtml">SunChips</a>? Crazy... essentially, they've decided to get on the "green" bandwagon in the hopes that folks will ignore their 'un-nutritious-ness' and instead "BUY CHIPS WITH A DISPOSABLE BAG! - IT'S THE GREEN THING TO DO". They've created a biodegradable chip bag. That's right....over 12 weeks (as the commercial says) it becomes compost for the plants and looooovvvvvveeeely tulips will rise forth from whence said bag was tossed. Exhilirating, right?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My guess...and that's all it is, a guess...is that they haven't factored in the lazy folks that will toss this bag, just like all the rest of the stuff they toss out the window - cigarette butts, tissues, Capri-Sun straw wrappers, yogurt cup lids, etc. - and until the aforementioned 12 weeks lapses we ain't gonna have nothin' but a freakin mess out there! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ugh...perhaps I should just give it a chance, huh? We'll see who's right in the end. This really all seems like a great story from <a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/index">The Onion</a>. "Biodegradable Chip Bags Replace Roadside Flowers...Until They Bloom, Anyway". </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And...if you haven't seen the new <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/127910/we-are-the-world-25-for-haiti-we-are-the-world---25-for-haiti-official-video">"We Are the World"</a> video, you should. I'm intrigued to know your thoughts on it compared to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE_0R534l84">the original from 25 years ago</a>. Go ahead...talk amongst yourselves! </div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-61132148572300249732009-08-09T13:28:00.006-05:002009-08-09T14:17:25.208-05:00Tweet...Tweet<div><div align="center">
Got some new babies at my house!</div>
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<div align="center">Not sure what type bird they are, but they currently reside in a fern hanging on my back porch! It's funny how this happened...cause we lost Pluto yesterday!</div><div align="center"></div>
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<div align="center">Pluto was our rowdy parakeet, but we had grown to love him! He was Hallie's, a gift from Peepaw for her 4th birthday. We're not sure what happened to him, but this nest of new birdies is right outside the window where we put his cage. So, with death came life, or so it seems.</div><div align="center">
</div></div><div align="center"><div align="center">In other news....my neighbor's are about to have a new baby at their house too. Currently taking it easy, April will be bringing the little guy into the world in the next couple of weeks! We're so excited for her, daddy ~Chris~ and big sister ~Courtnee~! </div></div></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-64005925319725284562009-08-07T22:27:00.003-05:002009-08-07T22:41:50.193-05:00Grin and Bear It!<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">As of last night, we have a new guest at our house!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">
The TOOTH FAIRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtgn7PSCY8kpqIIpa0FOoic-IrLUXRxGfDC0fsxd-L6Drc52irtEG16CrfK5W2dq_4elYbvlGFFhpk2-HTWxoGgoWU74SaNeqFLHQAT5SvS2ryKczUInBLv_QgEKoV80b_9b97mhhpoA/s1600-h/Hayden's+1st+Tooth+Lost.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367432542373995938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtgn7PSCY8kpqIIpa0FOoic-IrLUXRxGfDC0fsxd-L6Drc52irtEG16CrfK5W2dq_4elYbvlGFFhpk2-HTWxoGgoWU74SaNeqFLHQAT5SvS2ryKczUInBLv_QgEKoV80b_9b97mhhpoA/s320/Hayden's+1st+Tooth+Lost.JPG" /></a>
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<div align="center">Hayden lost his first tooth last night. He's seven years old and just now losing it! The permanent tooth had already broken through and I coached him through wiggling the baby tooth until it was almost ready to break free! Finally, as he was brushing his teeth, it turned sideways and I pulled it out for him! Now Hallie has been walking around trying to figure out how to get her teeth to come out...she's never to be outdone! </div>
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</div><div align="center">I've never been bothered by teeth...they're quite fascinating, in fact. So, I was glad the tooth fell out when I was around, instead of at school or somewhere else. </div><div align="center">
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</div><div align="center">The fairy delivered three gold dollar coins to Hayden under his pillow and he couldn't have been more excited! "You've got to be kidding me!", he said! "Gold coins! Three of 'em! This is awesome!" It was nothing but smiles for quite some time after that! Toothless, mind you, but smiles!</div><div align="center">
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</div><div align="center">Speaking of teeth...I'll be starting a new journey next week at a local dentist office and I'm too exicted about the new adventure this will most surely become! The office staff are great folks, the doctors are both outstanding and I'll be achieving one of my goals...learning something new and challenging! So, wish me luck...and here's hoping the tooth fairy is as awesome to your kids as she was to mine! ;)</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-48189470162749107962009-08-03T08:04:00.003-05:002009-08-03T08:14:27.889-05:00Hissssssssssssss...................<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8jvv1cmGtj-qKkTfjN9GwQq3jkn6Mmuf5N5GhVRMWyZNlXJGhEF9Rdp4EZbX01bwe8NcdxDK7w6cjRT04Y76UTXLweWYdqy2Os4IkcAsforvyDTJvybFOqNtvKLxM9P3vstbMzLdcIc/s1600-h/Snakes.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365722931424565154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8jvv1cmGtj-qKkTfjN9GwQq3jkn6Mmuf5N5GhVRMWyZNlXJGhEF9Rdp4EZbX01bwe8NcdxDK7w6cjRT04Y76UTXLweWYdqy2Os4IkcAsforvyDTJvybFOqNtvKLxM9P3vstbMzLdcIc/s320/Snakes.JPG" /></a> What do you and your neighbors do for fun? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">That's my neighbor, Chris, with the rattlesnake he took down in the neighbors yard. Unnervingly so, we're seeing more of these around our neighborhood lately, and I gotta tell ya...not too many warm and fuzzies floating around with them nearby! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm sure they serves a purpose in the world - eating mice, etc. - but the stamina this thing had (or possibly it's will to live) was down right scary! Talk about a tough fight! Anyway, glad neighbor Dave's dogs sounded the warning and glad neighbor Chris was able to deliver the final blow...I slept a little easier. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hayden just went through the RAD Kids program at the Sheriff's office here and he learned how to fight off strangers. I now feel the need to go over snake safety in the yard. Ugh.....
</div><div align="center"></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-36539925733655711282009-06-23T12:25:00.002-05:002009-06-23T12:32:25.539-05:00Amy Elaine Edwards (1976-2009)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj841BFXKcFkoOdjvngLP8ENFyroj580N1r9ihHmW-l8nn-2AvHkrFliKxa8yIICW5DsTo-d9LcmD37NpxJnAvFOvKFpX2z1TUXcRg9994_obG3SuSGfPRbNhjCGJVdvUDEEm4Cv6HWtZw/s1600-h/DSC03201.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350576716787050850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj841BFXKcFkoOdjvngLP8ENFyroj580N1r9ihHmW-l8nn-2AvHkrFliKxa8yIICW5DsTo-d9LcmD37NpxJnAvFOvKFpX2z1TUXcRg9994_obG3SuSGfPRbNhjCGJVdvUDEEm4Cv6HWtZw/s320/DSC03201.JPG" /></a>
EDWARDS
Anniston - Memorial
services for Amy Elaine
Edwards, 32, will be 2 p.m.
Thursday, June 25, 2009,
with Rev. Dwayne Borders
officiating at Chapel Hill
Funeral Home Chapel.
The family will receive
friends one hour prior to
the service.
Ms. Edwards passed
away Sunday, June 21,
2009.
Ms. Edwards is survived
by her mother and stepfather,
Helen and Terry
Scott; sister, Wendy Blissett
and children, Savannah, Ellis
and Embry. She was
preceded in death by her
father, Eugene Edwards.
Ms. Edwards was a native
of Calhoun County
who lived in the Saks area.
She attended Jacksonville
State University majoring
in English and the Arts.
Chapel Hill Funeral Home
will be servicing
the Edwards family
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This day has never really had a lot of meaning for me - being as I grew up without a daddy in my life - but it's all the more important that my children understand the importance of it. As my children celebrate this day each year with their daddy, I hope they are grateful for a guy that is so in love with the two of them! That's not to say that my daddy didn't love me, but his non-presence has certainly left me with several bags by the door...if you catch my drift! </div><div align="center">
I'm always in awe - and if I'm being honest, often jealous - of the relationship between my daughter and her daddy. It's one that I find foreign and unrelatable. I'm delighted that she knows that relationship all the while pining for a daddy's comfort that I was never privy to nor will I ever have. I struggle to understand the dynamic that is ‘daddy and daughter’! </div><div align="center">
I have several friends that are having a tough time this father's day adjusting to life without their daddy's. I'm so sad for the loss that they feel and that I'll never quite understand. It's not comparable to the loss of a friend, pet or any other loved one. It's different. While I have experienced losing my father, I never knew him as my daddy. Therefore, this was just a passing in my family to adjust to and go on about my life with. This too, makes me sad.
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Today, I was delivered the unfortunate news that my cousin (pictured above - as I like to recall her best) was killed in a car accident early this morning. I wasn't close to her; I had seen her recently. What makes my heart ache for this accident - aside from the unimaginable feeling her mother had to endure in hearing that her daughter was killed - is her life. </div><div align="center">
Growing up, this girl was everything I wanted to be. I idolized her - inasmuch as you can someone 4 years older than you. I would go out of my way to make sure I was around her. She fascinated me on so many levels. She was gorgeous, outgoing, edgy and pleasant. She had her wild side, but my mom and hers did their fair share of shielding me from that...so as not to taint my perception of her, I'm sure.
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I remember staying with her for a few days and she taught me how to feed, saddle and ride a horse. I recall her dressing me up in the most insanely cool clothes, make-up and accessories during this particular stay. I was probably around 8 years old. I still have pictures she took of me once I was all dolled up! (I'll have to dig those up!) </div><div align="center">
I remember the first time I bumped into her in our high school. I was in the 8th grade and she was a senior. I remember her saying, as we passed each other in the hallway, "Jenny! I can't believe you're in high school now! I am just beside myself!" 'Beside myself'...that was pretty cool! I remember laying next to her in her room while she was studying and straining to read the information in her chemistry book. I would grow tired of trying to understand all that information and I would jump to her yearbook. I can remember running my hands over the signatures and summer well-wishes in that book and longing for a time when I was like her.
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I remember when she announced to everyone that she was going to play football. We all thought she was insane...football! She went out for the team. They allowed her to go through spring practice with them. I remember the bruises. They were bad. Who does that? I remember thinking...God, she's crazy and wonderful all at the same time! </div><div align="center">
When I was 5 years old, I remember her running through our grandmother's house with me on her back. She was tossing me onto pillows in the back bedroom of the house. The last time she did, I bounced from the pillow and hit my face on the window sill. As I came up from wall with the blinding pain in my lip, I hadn't quite processed the sequence of events. All four of my top teeth were now either on the floor or dangling from my gums! She was staring at me with a look of horror. I put my hand to my mouth and saw blood and that's when the terror struck! I remember that night like it was yesterday. My mom rushed me to the hospital where my pediatrician (who is my children's pediatrician today) jerked me from my mother's arms and whisked me away to assess the damage. Imagine a 5 year old with a face covered in blood. There were no questions asked...it was a matter of figuring out what the hell happened!!! After a long evening in the ER, I told my mom that I would like to go by and show Amy so she would know I was okay. She was at her friend, Lori Howell's house and I remember her coming out to the car and I smiled my toothless grin to her! Even then, at that young age, I didn't want her to think I was upset with her. </div><div align="center">
Later on, she would find herself in a bit of trouble. She'd been in a car accident in Auburn (where I would soon find myself stomping around) and was in the hospital. The details of the accident as well as the other parties involved were about as bad as it could get. I remember my mom and I traveling down to the hospital to visit her and when we arrived, the nurses went to tell her we were there. She informed them that she didn't want to see us. I was confused, devastated and, if I'm honest, a little pissed off. I mean, we drove all the way down to see her. But, my young, teenage mind couldn't have comprehended the massive trauma (both physical and emotional) that she was dealing with at that time. </div><div align="center">
Her father (my uncle) left this world a few years back. She was unable to attend the funeral due to the fact that she was in prison. I remember her voice on the phone to her daddy and how heart wrenching it was. I remember the letter her sister read at the funeral that she had written. I remember how well versed she was in that letter and how impressed I was by her then. Even though she was in prison, I was still her biggest fan. Wow...that's amazing to me.
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Her life has been no picnic. She's made some rough decisions. Decisions I don't agree with now and didn't know to disagree with then. She was my girl...the one that could do no wrong! I took heart in the fact that she adored me and I absolutely loved her!
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And now she's gone. Some would say that she's at peace now. If I look back now, her life did seem to be this wrecking ball at times. She always seemed to be heading somewhere too quickly or hurriedly. She was a force to be reckoned with and for that I adored her! So, the life she lived, however tragic it may have seemed to some, was filled with nothing but adoration from me for quite some time. She was an original and my heart aches for her that she may never have felt as though she found her place.
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Rest, sweet child. You're right where you can feel safe. You're with your daddy today. </div><div align="center">(Your earthly one and your eternal one.)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Amy Edwards</div><div align="center">1976-2009</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-41555138515993960462009-06-17T22:37:00.003-05:002009-06-17T22:42:10.396-05:00My Horizontal Life...pales in comparison!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cnGqPnNBL7GUreBmsnp2j2FWDdLZfxJWv3-Dph1IkLtGaSxSGzFhpPH6YwRYyFOEMf873sBHM_W08X5U94hIWrXDyFZnVCVu8USzw9g2YGwGhmwbKxK86NkpH0HKZSsvt-aE8OB7_gs/s1600-h/My+Horizontal+Life.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348507177395497618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_cnGqPnNBL7GUreBmsnp2j2FWDdLZfxJWv3-Dph1IkLtGaSxSGzFhpPH6YwRYyFOEMf873sBHM_W08X5U94hIWrXDyFZnVCVu8USzw9g2YGwGhmwbKxK86NkpH0HKZSsvt-aE8OB7_gs/s200/My+Horizontal+Life.bmp" /></a>Woah!
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<div>This book was a breath of fresh air! It was super funny and if you love anything about <a href="http://chelsea-handler.net/">Chelsea Handler</a> it's her quick wit and sarcasm! She's got it going on and I kid you not when I tell you this one kept me laughing all the way through!</div>
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<div>Enjoy! </div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-41809612705358938912009-06-17T21:56:00.004-05:002009-06-17T22:13:02.150-05:00Learnin' from kids - Part II<div align="center">I thoroughly enjoy nights like tonight. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">After supper, it was decided that ice cream was in order. So, it's off to Sonic for some frozen treats. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">On the way home we were canvassing some lesser travelled roads and telling the kids that they were haunted. You know the drill: going over a bridge you turn the lights off and tell them that you might hear screams, etc. So, once we'd moved on, the discussion turned into the fact that ghosts weren't real. Hallie inquired about aliens. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hallie: "What about aliens, Hayden? Are they real?"</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hayden: "Yeah, they're real. But, they only live on Uranus."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">..............An established silence before the two grown-ups in the car started snickering...............</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hayden: "What are you laughing at? They do live on Uranus!! ALIENS LIVE ON URANUS!!!!"</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.............Laughing louder...............</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hayden: "It's the seventh planet."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I swear...he never amazes me at how smart he is. I had to go through the helpful sentence (My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas) before I knew it was the seventh planet! But, that's not saying much, is it? After all, he did stump me with that <a href="http://jennslittlesoapbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/learnin-from-kidsits-great-aint-it.html">Blasobian</a> bit last year.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I still can't believe we were both reduced to laughter by something so juvenile. </div><div align="center">I mean, geez...it's not like someone pooted.</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-78173211918468845902009-06-16T17:19:00.005-05:002009-06-16T17:25:29.325-05:00Looking For Something Stronger Than Calgon?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjds7FHnfBt6xH5pJmDasCSAcAmlnto8iljjzOSJpv3u2VFRA54NxvIb-mcDbLQxOtjgmBux5D3lAAp18DNe_ZsGP8wTeNGd1X1ck6sQ8Qxxu11MZA5atAmBjk5VMueSPMoSAxy-KdqHGI/s1600-h/True+Mom+Confessions.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348054377124885698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjds7FHnfBt6xH5pJmDasCSAcAmlnto8iljjzOSJpv3u2VFRA54NxvIb-mcDbLQxOtjgmBux5D3lAAp18DNe_ZsGP8wTeNGd1X1ck6sQ8Qxxu11MZA5atAmBjk5VMueSPMoSAxy-KdqHGI/s200/True+Mom+Confessions.jpg" /></a>Then pick up this one! Well, maybe it won't take you away....in fact, it might just immerse you directly in it!
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<div>If you are a mom, you've gotta read this one! I picked up my copy at BAM. It's available online there and through Amazon as well. It's derived from <a href="http://www.truemomconfessions.com/">truemomconfessions.com</a> and it's a keeper! If you're familiar with the website, then you'll be getting approximately the same thing only in book form. It's an eye opening look into the world of motherhood and what moms feel.
The website offers women the opportunity to divulge their deepest, darkest secrets regarding motherhood anonomously! There is no worry of backlash from other readers. Or, like on mommy boards, the sad "looks" and demeaning lectures on why you are or aren't breast feeding.
It's an all too true look at what real moms think, feel and say (or don't say)! If you're a mom, you will identify with more than one of the quotes found in this book! And if you're not a mom, then at least you'll have stepped away learning something about the "joys of motherhood"!
I read this one out of the deck today and I'm eager to hear your thoughts on it!
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<div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-70050231141008794532009-06-07T19:22:00.005-05:002009-06-07T19:37:18.999-05:0029 Down...and Many More to Go!Today is my 29th birthday!
It's hard to believe...mainly because of all that has taken place in that time. I look at my two precious angels (7 and 4 years old) and try to imagine their 29th birthdays...and it's going to be here before I know it.
The past few months since I've blogged have been quite a ride...but that's not my excuse for not blogging. I admit that I forgot my login and password and just never got around to figuring it out until a few days ago. Now that I have it, I'll be back on the blogging bandwagon, I suppose!
There's much to tell, that's for sure! But, for today, I'll simply leave it at this: birthdays, after a certain point, don't bear a whole lot of excitement. I make a huge deal out of my kids' parties...more than some would, I suppose...but you only get excited about them for a short period (maybe only a 1/4 of your lifespan) so you better live 'em up, right!? But, over the past few months I've had my share of humbling experiences.
My best friend's daughter has leukemia...every birthday to her (and her family and friends) is like the breath of life.
A local name here, Megan Brittain, died this past week. She was a bright, vibrant, beautiful 12 year old girl that died from a form of Cancer. Her mother died only six months prior to her diagnoses..also from Cancer. That family knows all to well the importance of birthdays and what they represent.
A young woman was in a car accident the other day and is now in critical condition with the possibility that she won't make it...won't make it home to her family! That seems so inconceivable!
I don't mean to rain on the birthday parade, but just a little bit of info. to let you in on a little secret - I don't take my days for granted anymore! They aren't guaranteed to me for any specific length of time, so I'm choosing to spend them more wisely, more humbly, EVEN MORE HONESTLY and FREE of any undo stress that should arise!
It's good to be back in the blogging world...see you soon!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-46738140554405570202009-01-10T17:37:00.013-06:002009-01-10T18:48:21.871-06:00Who Knew?<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwr8Fe4Bgay100ZSTT9ss9U4_XBiAenDoCJlAOowXY93f4XmLWierJYZJ2y8y81ZJPMzm7Lx7jrFQ3on8hgOB_qmcps3vQP0JDz4PMeuiJGAFV6X5wi0-l2e-lwMp8_Ia46lY526f8L4/s1600-h/Cows.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289827935668662466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwr8Fe4Bgay100ZSTT9ss9U4_XBiAenDoCJlAOowXY93f4XmLWierJYZJ2y8y81ZJPMzm7Lx7jrFQ3on8hgOB_qmcps3vQP0JDz4PMeuiJGAFV6X5wi0-l2e-lwMp8_Ia46lY526f8L4/s320/Cows.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;">The cows are depleting the ozone. Who knew? I mean, cows have only been on the planet for how many years? </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">
</div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Now, folks want to tax those farmers tending thier herds for....what? What's the motive here? What will the money from the tax on superfluous cows go toward? Will it be earmarked for education? Global warming research funding? Will it go to improve roads? WHAT? I'm just not buying the fact that it's all to save the world. Sorry.
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This seems so absurd to me. I mean, these farmers are making a living providing the public with the items they need to have strong healthy bones and teeth. Holy cow!!!! How is this going to affect the "Got Milk" campaigns if the farmers are forced to "off" part of their herd for affordability? I'll tell you how...the price of products derived from moo-cows is going to skyrocket! Milk will go up. Cheese. Butter. Meat. The list goes on, I'm sure. I imagine goats aren't polluting the ozone with their gaseous nature, so we should all switch to goat cheese and milk. Or maybe, someone will come up with a milk product that looks, tastes and drinks like milk with the same nutritional value that isn't actually milk. Ha! Doubtful.
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I wonder how this happens. How does it come that we blame cows and their farts and belches for the depleting ozone? I feel certain we as a people are doing a pretty good job of depleting the ozone on our own. Cows are just defenseless and easy to blame I guess.
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(What? If you believe cows are the reason we're all going to die from the ozone opening up then you probably believe that too.)
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Try this theory on for size: There are certainly more people on the planet than cows, right? Therefore, the amount of gaseous effect depleting the ozone would be larger coming from humans than cows, right? So, on your next income tax return don't forget to check the box marked 'Human'. That way, the federal government can hit you with a "Flatulence Tax". They'll probably base it on the size of your household. The more folks in your house, the more gas being emitted from said house. Oh...but wait! For those with acid reflux present in the confines of your home, you'll be taxed additionally for you being more likely to introduce these toxins into the air - due to your condition and all.
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I foresee there being some contraption designed that we can wear over our faces (and posteriors) that will catch the erroneous odors emitted and change them into plant thriving elements. (Something like a water filter for your faucet.) There will have to be different designs for animals and humans alike. Maybe, someone else could design cool covers or faceplates to allow you to personalize your very own ozone replenishing mask! I can hear Billy Mays now - <em>"Make your Fart Filter the envy of all your friends with these crazy covers! They'll be saying Wow! Call now and get not one, not two but three covers! One for church, one for work and one for the night on the town with that special someone. And if you call within the next ten minutes, you’ll get a set of our matching covers for your Fart Filter! One for you and one to gift to a friend!”</em>
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</div></span>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-81147396492535918362009-01-08T20:28:00.003-06:002009-01-08T20:48:23.006-06:00The Wonderfully Written Word...Oh my I'm a new found reader! Whoo-hoo!
I started a book club - online at <a href="http://www.betweenthepages.ning.com/">www.betweenthepages.ning.com</a> - and we've only had one meeting....but I have plans to change the way we were going to do it. Here's my new philosophy on the thing:
You come to the meetings, if you're in the vicinity and you bring along a book with you. It should be a book that you're okay parting with. In exchange, you will take home a book that someone else brings to swap. I have also joined <a href="http://www.swaptree.com/">SwapTree</a>, which is what gave me the idea for changing the way we do it! This way, everyone takes home a book that haven't read!! Whatta ya think? Neat, huh? Additionally, I'm interested in feedback on what works best for everyone as far as meeting dates, times, etc.
Anyway, I'm hoping to beef up our member list and get lots of books! Some of the one's I've read recently are A Million Little Pieces by James Frey, The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, Marley and Me by John Grogan and Among the Heroes - The Passengers and Crew of Flight 93 by Jere Longman. I recommend them all for good reads and I have a drawer full of books waiting on me...so I better get busy!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-59568474656126170432009-01-08T20:13:00.006-06:002009-01-08T21:16:36.416-06:00Pocket Change...I've written about change on more than one occasion on my blog. Shoot, probably more than ten occasions. I'm okay with change. <strong><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">"It suits me just fine - in fact, it's my idea of heaven!" (Name the movie that line is from. Bonus points if you can name the actor or actress being quoted!)</span></em></strong>
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<span style="color:#ffffff;">I took steps to make another change in my life today. I turned in my two week notice with my employers to mixed reviews. I'm optimistic about my decision and I feel, deep down (in the gut), that I'm making the right decision for me, my family and my future. Why? Because it's an opportunity to learn something new. I might fall flat on my face...but at least I'll have learned soemthing in the process. And who knows about the interesting folk I might meet on the way, huh? How can one not be excited!?
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So, in two weeks, I'll be headed down a different road, in a different city with a different role to play and I can't wait! I've been with my current employer for eight years (minus a brief stint as a bank teller that could not have ended sooner) and I've learned so much in that time. I have grown up a lot in those eight years there and I feel lucky to have been given the opportunities I have.
My only rant here is....why are folks so gossipy? I mean, if you've already heard from somewhere else that I've taken another job, don't pretend you haven't. Especially if you're not a good liar. I mean, c'mon! What's it to ya?
Anyway, here's to change and all it inspires us to be!
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<div>Whew.....2009 blew in like a blustery day! I can't believe it's already here. My resolution: to not blink and miss '09 like I feel like I did '08. Geez...it seems like just the other day we were in Disney World...and that was Summer of 2007. I don't know how it happens, but Father Time is always zipping past me!</div>
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<div>Seriously, as for resolutions, I learned not to make 'em. Saves me the disappointment. As I take a look back at New Year's for 2008 I see what all I didn't get done that I had secretly hoped to do and I'm a bit disappointed. (I didn't learn Spanish fluently.) But there is always 2009. What I did love about 2008 was the number of challenges I faced head on. I may not have succeeded by "industry standards" but I learned so much experiencing it all. </div>
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<div>My main objective here is to get back into the swing of things on this blog! From my (way too nice to me) loyal readers, I'm getting hate mail about my absence. While not an excuse, I'd like to mention that there have been a lot of things up in the air on my end. I vow, here and now, to do better. </div>
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<div>Lastly, before I dive back into my book, I'd like to draw your attention to a new blog I'm following. Check out <a href="http://www.weatherdroppings.blogspot.com/">Weather Droppings </a>for your complete guide to local weather going on in NE Alabama. </div>
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<div></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-88833613141434143602008-12-02T22:19:00.004-06:002008-12-02T22:52:55.600-06:00Learnin' from kids...it's great, ain't it!?<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It goes without saying that my children are smart. I can only hope they keep up the good work throughout their educational careers. I'd like to bestow upon you a few things they've taught me recently:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Math ain't my strong suit however Southern dialect seems to be, huh?! The kids and I have this routine where we try to put how much we love each other into words. For instance, Hallie will say, <em>"Mommy? I love you all the way to the North Pole!"</em> (Melts my heart every time.) Hayden has learned infinity - the theory that numbers go on and on and on...and on. So, he'll throw that one out there: <em>"Mommy? I love you infinity!"</em> (My little number cruncher...I'm so proud!)</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So, Hayden comes home from school and hits me with this:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"Mommy? Did you know there is a number bigger than infinity?</em></div><div align="center"><em>(I'm instantly nervous - like he just asked me how to solve a word problem or something!)</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"No there's not! Infinity is the biggest number...even I know that!", </em>I reply.</div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"Yes there is!",</em> he answers back.</div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"Okay, fine! What is it?",</em> I ask.</div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"Blasobian." </em></div><div align="center"><em>(Pronounced Blah-so-bee-in)</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"Where'd you hear that?"</em> I question<em>.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"I just learned it."</em> he informs me.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So...I think I'm right in this equation (pun intended) but I feel it necessary to confirm my correctness over a six year old. Give me a break! We're talking about math here...I'm uneasy around numbers!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So, later that night as they're all tucked away safely in bed, I ask their daddy if there is a number bigger than infinity known as blasobian. His dead serious response - </div><div align="center"><em>"Jenn? Are you letting Hayden trick you with math again?"</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center">The answer - Yes.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Finally, Hallie threw one out the other day that had us all laughing. Every morning as Hallie and I are headed to school we see our neighbor, <a href="http://jennslittlesoapbox.blogspot.com/2008/10/wont-you-bemy-neighbor.html">John</a>, out walking Molly and Roxy - his two dogs - and we always wave at him. Hallie loves it when he waves back. (It's the little things, right?) Anyway, she asked me the other day why John wasn't going to work. My answer was that John was retired. She didn't question it. Simply went along. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Later in the week, her daddy had to carry her to school one morning and she asked him, </div><div align="center"><em>"Daddy? What's retired mean?" </em></div><div align="center"><em>(Keep in mind daddy knows nothing about how she heard the word.)</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center">He responded, <em>"It's someone that doesn't have to work."</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"Oooohhhhhh. </em><em>John and Bev are retired."</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This morning...she asked me if Courtnee's daddy was retired.
(Courtnee is their friend in the cul-de-sac who comes with a set of great parents.)<em> </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center">I said,<em> "No. What makes you ask that?"</em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"Well, he doesn't go to work, so he's retired like John and Bev." she responded.</em></div><div align="center"><em>(Courtnee's daddy - Chris - works from home.) I should have told her he's only retired on Friday's when you can most often find him on the golf course!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It's funnier coming out of her mouth, but I'm hopeful the humor translates.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-26147267777686618232008-11-19T20:24:00.006-06:002008-11-19T20:48:17.100-06:00Seasons of Change...<div align="center">It's been a while since I've posted. No reason in particular other than trying to keep up with everyday life. What's been going on with me? Well...where should I start? We're really looking forward to Turkey Day at our house! We get to travel to Atlanta to celebrate at Uncle Derek's house! It's always good to go visit them and the kids absolutely love their cousins Nick and Chris! They are just too cool for school!
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I'm crazy addicted to this <a href="http://www.swaptree.com/">Swaptree </a>site! It's a sickness...for real! I'm mailing books and getting books at least once a week and it's awesome! I wonder if it will be a fad that will fade like MySpace was for me. We'll see.
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I'm trying really hard (and doing pretty good) to remember to take my new Thyroid medicine the Dr. put me on. I have noticed a difference, so that's good. Are you officially 'gettin' on up in the years' when you have to start taking maintenance medication? Oh well...like it matters. Better now than when it's too late.
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The kids and I are reading Harry Potter. We read a chapter each night and Hallie is loving it! She's way more into it than Hayden, but he'll come around. The first book is a struggle to get through anyway, but you gotta read it to know what's going on! The two of them amaze me everyday with their knowledge! (Hayden did manage to stump me with some math...but that's for a different blog. I'll try to get that one up tomorrow or the day after!)
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We have four puppies left from Jacee's litter! They are adorable! I have three black girls and one black boy left. Any takers? They're cuties! So sweet, huge paws and short hair like a lab. The daddy dog is quite a story too...I'll elaborate more in another blog.
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And today, I went through the roughest day at work I've ever had. We went through some layoffs at work this afternoon and when I tell you it was hard, I'm not even scratching the surface on describing it. It was heart wrenching to watch your friends and co-workers pack up their stuff, walk out and know that they won't be back tomorrow. I was lucky to not be among them, but I'm one of the many left behind to make sense of it all. It's hard not to question management in situations like this because you don't have all the pieces to the puzzle. You might think you could have done a better job at this or handled things more professionally or in a better manner, but no matter how you deliver it....it's still the same bad news. I struggle like anyone else to make sense of the decisions, but I hope for everyone's sake that they were decisions made that will benefit everyone in the long run. I'm hopeful that the company will learn to be more efficient through this; I'm confident that some of these folks got a kick start into retirement and perhaps they'll learn how to relax all over again; I'm optimistic that a situation like this can throttle people into something they might never have tried otherwise; and I'm also painfully aware of the economy and how much worry and stress everyone of those individuals is feeling. I feel sad that they're gone...very sad. But, what is life if not a roller coaster, right?</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-69824956251497819332008-11-03T20:32:00.003-06:002008-11-03T20:56:13.309-06:00Swap What Yo Mama Gave Ya.......or something someone else might have given you!
Have you heard about <a href="http://www.swaptree.com/">Swap Tree</a>? Oh my gosh! You have to check it out! I've been a swapping fool<strong> (<em>With books, people! Minds out of the gutter!)</em></strong> (It's simple...set up your account, key in the books, dvd's, cd's or video games you have that you'd be willing to trade for some you don't have and you're all set! All you do is pay the postage to get your item to the party that wants to trade.
It's like crack...or at least what I think crack would be like!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-73475020509371932872008-10-06T19:14:00.003-05:002008-10-06T19:16:54.140-05:00The Great Debaters....In true spirit of all the debates going on...I laughed until I cried here. Whether you're a righty or a lefty; Palin hater or despise Biden...this is funny stuff! SNL rarely disappoints, though!
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<div align="center">I love the movies. If I'm asked <em>"What would you like to do tonight?"</em> my response will always be (both internally and vocally) THE MOVIES!!! They are the ultimate escape. Even if a movie turns out to be a dud, it still took a lot to get it to the big screen on which you so enjoy it. </div>
<div align="center">Today, I was invited to the movies with my sister-in-law and mother-in-law. </div><div align="center">The movie of choice: <em><a href="http://nightsinrodanthe.warnerbros.com/">Nights in Rodanthe</a></em>. Stop laughing............ </div><div align="center">When I told my husband that I was going to see it, he said with his eyes rolling, </div><div align="center"><em>"Oh my gosh, just the name of that movie makes my stomach hurt!"</em> </div><div align="center">He's a guy.
</div><div align="center">The movie, in case you didn't know, is based on a book of the same name by <em><a href="http://www.nicholassparks.com/">Nicholas Sparks</a></em>. It's every bit as much of a chick flick as it sounds. I love the shows on VH1 - <em><a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/i_love_the_80s_strikes_back/series.jhtml">I Love the 80's!</a></em> - and the one where <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098384/"><em>Steel Magnolias</em> </a>is highlighted is great! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Gilbert Gottfried, the comedian, actually says about that movie, </div><div align="center"><em>"This movie is so full of estrogen that if you watch it for 10 minutes, you'll grow a vagina!"</em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I love the fact that I can watch a movie like <em>Steel Magnolias</em> and be brought to sobbing tears everytime - even though I know Shelby dies, the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EjNa8Ukg_0">graveside scene </a>where Sally Fields loses it kills me; more so now that I'm a mother. I couldn't imagine watching it and not feeling what the actors/actresses are trying to make me feel. How empty that must be. But, I digress.</div>
<div align="center">This time of year finds me well on my way to a sinus infection anyway, so breathing through my nose wasn't exactly a 'piece of cake'. But, the horrid sounds coming from my nasal cavity throughout the duration of this film were unacceptable to movie-goers everywhere, I'm guessing. You know that sound that you make when you've been crying for a while and you try to inhale through your nose and nothing happens - well, nothing except for that clogged up vacuum hose sound!? You know the one I'm referring to! It was terrible! So, after the first encounter with this noise, I decided it was best to breathe from my mouth. I won't lie...there were a few times I thought I was going to choke to death in the theater.</div>
<div align="center">Another thing about me and crying...it shows. Some folks can cry all day and come away without the puffy eyes, red cheeks and fat lips. Not me. Sigh...it's terrible for my reputation as a hard ass. So, heed the warning about this film now - it had me crying about 20 minutes in. The only movie ever to have gotten me earlier would be <em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0431308/">P.S. I Love You</a></em>.</div>
<div align="center">As the credits started rolling, I gathered what I was sure was my composure and we exited the theater. We were joined by 30 or more attendees stopping by the potty to check our make up and overall appearance. So, as we were in line, it became a joke that we were all in rough shape from the tear jerker we just sat through. I'm looking at my SIL and MIL and they don't look too bad. I mean, watery eyes, sure, but they don't look like they've been hit by a truck or anything. So, I made mention that I bet we probably felt worse than we looked and my lovely SIL responded, "Nahhhhh...you look pretty bad."</div>
<div align="center">So, to all those that were in attendance at the 2pm showing of Nights in Rodanthe at the local theater, I apologize. I will bring my humidifier and nose spray next time. </div>
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<div align="center">Right next door to us, we have some retirees (from Las Vegas) that are top notch! Not only have they been bringing my new mama dog a healthy plate of fattening food every night for the past week, they also made my kids the most adorable Trick or Treat bags for Halloween! October 31st is going to be great in my neighborhood this year!
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<p align="center">Adorable, right? And I couldn't begin to explain my neighbors without giving you a glimpse into John and his preferred mode of transportation to the neighbors house! I call it his "drink cart"!
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</p>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-31198412111895643672008-10-03T18:07:00.006-05:002008-10-03T18:52:10.413-05:00More pictures of the puppies!<div align="center">Well...back by popular demand - more puppy pictures! There's several here! The pup with the white streak on his head has been named (appropriately so) Harry Potter! Feel free to change her name is you decide to take her. They're a week old now and still haven't opened their eyes or ears. They are grunting a lot more and requiring more food from Jacee (also pictured below)</div>
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The kids adore them. Not sure how that seperation is going to go when the time comes. Oh well...
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<p align="center">The one we call Harry, again!</p>
<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDrLCUJoTaMkGNLVRXvJL3GlnWW4DfN4_2t_udoLM6nnatzFYzCgEZJyLjn4OPGkl_IpXQEFH4aqRS0QNkv2-DrXEEAyST1YBYBZTu54nNHpg27V1r6P2ktdJpuhuU8DwfRcPzDlLMZ0/s1600-h/DSC02371.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253073589172972338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDrLCUJoTaMkGNLVRXvJL3GlnWW4DfN4_2t_udoLM6nnatzFYzCgEZJyLjn4OPGkl_IpXQEFH4aqRS0QNkv2-DrXEEAyST1YBYBZTu54nNHpg27V1r6P2ktdJpuhuU8DwfRcPzDlLMZ0/s400/DSC02371.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>
<p align="center">No name for this one yet, but look at that face....precious, right?
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<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpLep832fPUxzPSmruZnk235khrOkJQUPMZnfwCgo_fgT8wK25eV2sUxOBikaWn1fBtJJyeeYqEvwEIi6-Y8joVyDi5IA0WqJYZVpxYxrpOGAnO3VU9pyRmES_Aq2pcD-LuBt0mfuu94I/s1600-h/DSC02373.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253073613486356162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpLep832fPUxzPSmruZnk235khrOkJQUPMZnfwCgo_fgT8wK25eV2sUxOBikaWn1fBtJJyeeYqEvwEIi6-Y8joVyDi5IA0WqJYZVpxYxrpOGAnO3VU9pyRmES_Aq2pcD-LuBt0mfuu94I/s400/DSC02373.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>
<p align="center">Here they are - one big happy bunch! They spend most of their day like this.
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<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLw56B2ieJkHB6q4lKbZGhPmZ4d0zJIacst2q4UG9rm_gbUQLJ77y6-qXPe_AzDCumgceTty21jNKqo8m5shAasA_FTEpPC0LzUZKTJ2ERB46vwzzgp-CBT9TnsoZokIJ2enWoNGtHqHM/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253073621872657090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLw56B2ieJkHB6q4lKbZGhPmZ4d0zJIacst2q4UG9rm_gbUQLJ77y6-qXPe_AzDCumgceTty21jNKqo8m5shAasA_FTEpPC0LzUZKTJ2ERB46vwzzgp-CBT9TnsoZokIJ2enWoNGtHqHM/s400/DSC02377.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>
<p align="center">Aren't they adorable!
</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253077733375488786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqqvIi8ShzZO8IuhMZJUKB146iQ2t7PijULkoOu7kZrLzY-b88Ua8LjGjp1RHm6V8sbFFeRkbX_EOY08-YT9wKctMcizlwCmWsHNOmxIs9XJp0d6qgQ9dmjfDaX5YNQbqpcMBrZS3PMH4/s400/DSC02379.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">And their mama - Jacee!
</p>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-31384317218868873742008-09-30T19:57:00.004-05:002008-09-30T20:20:01.547-05:00New Babies In the House!!!<u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u>
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<u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSynuJxC11ycieIQfdRDY2m96H4U2URM-ZNyNCL7ymeEGin39zgfIxQq7w_i8YocB6PzJaDRBoiNkfl9JMooASRdYw2C138e-efg3P-EHTyZr57aXSQlRg7PBMWpNVhOZQoLcb9p0QuWQ/s1600-h/DSC02335.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251986580675448466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSynuJxC11ycieIQfdRDY2m96H4U2URM-ZNyNCL7ymeEGin39zgfIxQq7w_i8YocB6PzJaDRBoiNkfl9JMooASRdYw2C138e-efg3P-EHTyZr57aXSQlRg7PBMWpNVhOZQoLcb9p0QuWQ/s400/DSC02335.JPG" border="0" /></a>
My dog, Jacee, had puppies on Thursday night and they just might be the most adorable creatures I've ever seen.
I'm unsure of their deadbeat daddy or his whereabouts...but they are super-cute! See the picture above!
I'm looking for great homes for each of them. I believe they are Lab/Golden Retriever mix. However, it's a bit too soon to tell. Soooooo....drop me a line (<a href="mailto:jmbw4au@hotmail.com">jmbw4au@hotmail.com</a>) if you're interested!
They were born on September 25th - so they'll be ready about six weeks from that date. I have six females and three males.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141509418510372464.post-40135372337103572692008-08-04T14:16:00.007-05:002008-08-04T14:30:33.163-05:00Between the Pages<div align="center">Well, I've gone and done it! I've started my own book club. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm calling it Between the Pages. </div><div align="center">A modest little book club...yet so much more!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I hope to read more, learn a lot & nurture some relationships along the way!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I hope you'll join me in 'discovering what's under the dustjacket'!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.betweenthepages.ning.com/">http://www.betweenthepages.ning.com/</a></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352466680425653575noreply@blogger.com0