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It's time for one of my pet peeves. So we all know that the dark is a fabulous blanket, a cloak, a wonderful way to, oh, I don't know, HIDE. I repeat: we all know this! Most of us know that if someone is going to break into your house or try to attack you that person is generally going to use a hidden place, a point out of sight. If an easy spot out of sight cannot be found another option is

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-64619235819345010342012-06-16T07:48:00.000-06:002012-06-16T07:48:00.580-06:00

One of my absolute most favorite things in the entire world is when my 16 year old son ways, "I love you, mom."  I don't care if it's in person, in text, or on a voice message, it makes me feel 10 feet tall. He's a good kid. A handful, but so good. No one can make me laugh like he can...even when it's not a good time to be laughing, which he uses to his advantage often. I miss him as a

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So I have 10 children. I have five whom I have birthed, and I am the step-mom to five more. I love them all. We've been a family--a blended, salad tossed family for several years. My stepchildren call me by my first name and my children call my husband by his first name. That's just how we did it. I decided I would not require my children to call my husband "dad" like my mom told me to do with

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I read this article about a Turtle couple of 115 years seeming to end their relationship. You can read it here:   http://now.msn.com/living/0608-tortoise-divorce-after-115-years.aspx I then read the comments. Some were funny. Some were not.  "... jamesjk1972 10 minutes ago i'm sure she was a nag like the rest of them. I dont know how married men do it. I see wives just

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It finally happened. Having attended the NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) classes for family members of those with mental illness I have heard many stories of parents having to call the police on their children, some teens, some adults. I have never done that and wondered if I would ever have to do so. I hoped not. It was a Sunday, one where some of my children come home from visiting

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So I remember for the longest time thinking, as a mother, I could never have a child with special needs. I simply didn't believe I had the strength and patience it takes to appropriately tend to and care for a child who needs tubes and monitors, or wheelchairs,&nbsp; typing boards for communicating, or has Down Syndrome, or needs hundreds of doctors appointments, tons of medications, or, maybe

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-24668290032210164392012-02-28T13:20:00.000-07:002012-02-29T09:43:24.615-07:00

Because we have so many children, there is always room for improvement, AND, to be quite honest, we need the help, my husband and I are taking parenting classes. So we decided to take the county up on it's free "Love and Logic" classes. So far we have enjoyed them and found lots of information valid and useful. We have some of the most amazing children, truly, but they present us with the most

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You know what the trouble with blogging is? (back off grammar police) Blogging is public journaling.&nbsp; If you aren't good at keeping a written journal the old fashioned way, chances are you're also not awesome at keeping one online. The difference. No one really knows if you're keeping a journal in a book but EVERYONE who's interested is crystal clear that you're not keeping up with your blog

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-52307175425719844162012-01-10T13:41:00.001-07:002012-01-10T13:41:55.090-07:00

So the other day I was told I needed to catch up and share what's been going on lately. It has been so busy and crazy and frustrating and...nice. I'm sure if I was a really experienced writer and practiced blogger I could&nbsp; make about 20 thought provoking and inspiring and, maybe even, humorous entries.&nbsp; BUT. I'm not. So, here comes my quick update. I changed my children's

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-74755858461336023482011-11-16T14:30:00.001-07:002011-11-16T22:51:06.932-07:00

I watched the video from this news report and I have to say I am frustrated and irked. Click on the link to view the 9:42 minute broadcast. http://www.fox6now.com/news/witi-100503-bed-sharing,0,7099533.story Also, click on this link to see Milwaukee's campaign. http://city.milwaukee.gov/SafeSleep Notice the flagrant and emotionally charged advertisements which portray a total lack of

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For the last little while I keep thinking about a phrase I heard (or read) awhile back. It basically makes the point that maybe if we all--parents, that is--stopped raising "children" and started raising productive and responsible adults we'd be in a better place. Think about it. The end goal is to have healthy, reliable, honorable, capable, contributors of society; to have responsible

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This is a day of reverence......a day of gratitude... ...of thanksgiving... ...of recognition......of remembering......of honor... ...of pride... ...of peace... &nbsp;Today is Veterans Day... &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ...a day to give tribute to those men and women who love this country so much they were willing to give up all other loves in there life. They stood to protect, honor, and

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I love my children more that I could ever express or explain. The words I have just don't come close to describing how I feel about them, the joy they bring into my life, the cause they give my heart to beat, the light they bring my days and my nights, the warmth they put in my blood, the color they wash my world with, the blissful music they play in my ears, the certainty they give to my

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-80465792449139577212011-09-20T19:55:00.000-06:002011-11-16T15:02:43.862-07:00

Last night SUCKED. What do you do with a hormonal, emotionally charged, 14 year old convinced that she's in love and, in fact, is going to get married to the boy target of her affection? A girl desperate to be on her own, be in charge of her life, and to do what she wants, but completely oblivious to the price on the tag, or even that there is a price tag at all?&nbsp; A girl who doesn't seem to

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-51194509258825388482011-09-04T20:35:00.001-06:002011-09-04T20:40:01.877-06:00

People always talk about love. A lot of times they sing about lust in the place of love. Poems are ever so romantic. But what is LOVE?&nbsp; How do you know when it's the real deal? My husband is the best teacher of this for me. The proof is in the pudding, so's to say. It isn't about the promises one can make, it's in the keeping of them. We can passionately commit to almost anything, but it's

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-235791301774631542011-07-21T10:53:00.005-06:002011-07-22T14:47:10.141-06:00

So I read a post on another blog written by a woman who is active in the lives of many, many teenager. She has her own children, has adopted many children, and is a foster parent. She has some perspective. In reading her advice to young women I could only think of how empowering and freeing the truth of her words are...of course, there are a couple of things I modify in my own head but all in all

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I did the unthinkable.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; I left my daughters in the van so that I could run into the store.&nbsp; I did it.&nbsp; I went to the grocery store. With me were my 14 yr daughter, 12 yr daughter, 9 yr daughter, and my 4 yr daughter. I ran in to get a prescription for my 15 yr son leaving my girls in the van.&nbsp; I had called ahead for the refill for the medication and expected it

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-18070926726186755342011-05-30T01:56:00.000-06:002011-05-30T01:56:33.633-06:00

I was a lot surprise by a post I saw on Facebook tonight. It said that a Pastor told his congregation "...eff you!..." I was appalled, shocked, and, even, a little embarrassed, and a lot protective/defensive. I read some of the comments in response to the posting and decided to brave the video to see what was going on. WELL. After seeing the video, I join with the pastor. If you've offended

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-16831672952724788372011-05-28T01:50:00.000-06:002011-05-28T01:50:06.945-06:00

&nbsp;So...it's the day of the elementary school talent show. (Not literally as I type this...but the day this took place.) My nine year old daughter is going to sing God Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts. She'll sing a capella. Of course, I want to be there early to get a good seat but seeing as how the show starts at nine--a reasonable time, I am running late in trying to get one single

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-31578893344849681662011-05-20T23:33:00.002-06:002011-05-21T00:20:12.380-06:00

Having two teens being treated for Bipolar Disorder--also know as Manic Depression--I live within my blender life on a higher setting that some. It is difficult to understand all the complicated feelings of your average teen on any given day anyway, but when their brain is working against them, too, it can be a very isolating and frustrating experience for them. Here is a video clip from YouTube

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Today my 9 year old daughter sang in her school talent show. She sang Bless the Broken Road to her school and was so brave. She was scared and nervous but she totally conquered it. She came out, stood straight and let it go. Did she hit every single note perfectly? No. Did she melt my heart and carried the the tune well. Her older 13 year old sister told her not to sing the song in front of he

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-31763458798957714972011-05-10T21:52:00.001-06:002011-05-10T22:54:25.262-06:00

SO...two of my awesome teenage children are bipolar. Yep! Bipolar. Which means, we live in a world where the floor is a teeter totter covered in egg shells. You just never know if you're going to have a pleasant day, a pissy day, a day where you kinda just want to hide, super energetic and fun day, or a very aggressive day where violence or shredding communication will abound,...you just never

Reginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02456069066206627162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389591765078294453.post-87151415012215208022011-05-10T09:48:00.001-06:002011-05-10T14:21:44.758-06:00

I live in a home with lots of children ranging from little to teens with a whole bunch of&nbsp; in between. Each day I wake up hoping the day is going to be full of " Awe" and "Ooooo" but frequently I get lots and lots of "AAAAHHHH" and "Grrrrrrrrr" and UGH!". I hope for the sparkling sounds of laughter to tinkle through the air and find more than I like that the sounds blasting through are more

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