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rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meanttolove.blogspot.com/feeds/1264372332733880376/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://meanttolove.blogspot.com/2012/02/happiness.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451176549118237096/posts/default/1264372332733880376?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451176549118237096/posts/default/1264372332733880376?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MeantToLove/~3/4RC90sZQvVM/happiness.html" title="Happiness" /><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12846579509355307669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" 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So I mentioned a few blogs back that I was searching for a job.  

A job other than the full time job that I currently have.  

A job other than tending to children, the laundry, the house, helping out at the church and making sure Roger has a sane spouse to bounce ideas off of.



For some reason I have decided to start a LOT of new things all at once.



For starters, we got a dog.  That's new
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I always had a dog when I was younger.  I was born into a family that owned a little cocker spaniel.  Dogs have always been a part of my life but honestly I never really took care of a dog.  Yep, my poor dad always 
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Oh my GOSH I am so EXCITED for Lauren Mink!

















She is a Georgetown College Graduate from Winchester, Kentucky and she is going to HOLLYWOOD. 

I'm pretty sure the whole winchester/georgetown college community is as excited as I am to see Lauren on American Idol.  The girl has a VOICE.  I'm so glad America is finally able to hear it.



We both went through 3 horrid semesters of 
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Last Thursday my cardiologist appointment wasn't suppose to be until 2:30pm.  I had it all set up that Roger would come home to 
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I told them we wouldn't be able to get him until tomorrow since we needed to get all the supplies ready. Plus, I was still a tad bit nervous about whether or not we really needed to add a Dog 
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I have a cardiologist appointment tomorrow.

I am a tad bit nervous about it.

Well, actually I am plum near terrified.

I haven't been feeling very well lately.

I am currently wearing a 30 day halter monitor to record these episodes that I have been having and for the past week the episodes have increased.



 I can still function during the episodes, they aren't bothersome enough to knock me 
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What do a Pastor, a Seminary Student, a Biologist, a Teacher, a Lawyer and a Personal Trainer all have in common?



No this is not some kind of a joke.



do you give up?



They are a few of our friends!!!



Although our lives have changed a LOT in the past few years we still all remain close.



You know those kind of friends that you can just let loose with and spend hours and hours talking
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Life for the past month has been CRAZY but good.



Roger finished up his semester with papers and exams, while I prepared for Christmas, tended to two hyper active children and job hunted.

(yes, I am headed back to work in the outside world.  The details of that will have to wait for another blog.)



By the time Christmas was over we both looked like hell and felt like death.



The day after
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I really envy people who have an eye for decorating their home.

I REALLY REALLY envy people who have time to decorate their home.



For years I have read through blogs, magazines and walked through the most beautiful houses, with that inner dialogue going on, "jess, you can do that. look how beautiful that is"



I have crafty little ideas popping through my mind at all times of the day and 
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I am exhausted.

It has been a long time since I have had to function on so little sleep.

Roger and I got to the hotel room 4am our time,  3am Nashville, Tn time.



The Zac Brown Band concert was great!

I loved the energy of the big venue. 

I have never before experienced that. I have always wanted to attend a big concert but people have always discouraged me, saying that I wouldn't like it,
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So I am standing in my kitchen listening to my country station on Pandora, drinking a glass of wine.  It's another lonely friday night. 

Roger has to work late. 

Christmas Eve is tomorrow. 

The kids are super hyper. 

I am antsy for a date night.  

I'm tired of these friday nights full of sweat pants, old college tshirts and a bottle of wine.



I NEED a date night. 

TAKE ME ON A DATE DANG 
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 Yesterday I was looking through some old journal entries from back when I was in college.

Now keep in mind that when I graduated from college in 2007 I had already been married for 3 years, had a 2 year old son and a job as an orderly at a state psychiatric hospital.

It was a CRAZY time in my life that I look back on now and feel that it made me a stronger person. 



I wrote this journal 
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Welp folks, it is nearing the end of the school semester! Which means I am seeing a LOT of this.....







And this.......





The poor husband is completely worn out.

This is his last year of seminary and by far the hardest. 



The good news is that the kids are still thriving in this exhausting environment!



Paul is still enjoying sneaking around the house playing practical jokes and 
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The past 7 days have been pretty darn interesting in the Jasper House.



Anna Catherine is my ENERGY child. She goes and goes and goes and when she gets tired she goes even more in order to keep herself up.  

She is the child that tests my patience on a daily basis.

She is child that I believe God gave me to make me a more humble person.



On Tuesday evening while I was sitting in the living
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This morning I had my annual pacemaker check up.

It doesn't matter what the news is, every single time, the whole car ride there is filled with anxiety and the whole car ride home is filled with tears.



Throughout the year I don't allow myself to dwell on the fact that I have a serious heart condition.

I just go on living my life and dealing with the stuff that each day brings.

But for some
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I just now got a chance to read a small section of the Wendell Berry book, Traveling at Home, that Roger got me for our "12 years together" anniversary. I have yet to read any other author  that mesmerizes me and moves me with their words like Wendell Berry does.  His books have been the only books capable of evoking so much emotion from me. While I am reading them I truly feel lost in his field
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I just finished applying for a job.

yep, that's right, a JOB.

A job other than the mom job that I have had for the past 6 years.

Well, I don;t know if you would say that I have been full time stay at home mom for 6 years but I've been a mom that long. 

I've only been a full time, no other job but the mom job, for 3 1/2 years.

It's been wonderful, crazy, exhausting and a BLAST but I have GOT
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This morning after getting Paul fed, dressed, teeth brushed and backpack on, he made a gasp,

 "oh no, my book is due back and I haven't read it yet."



I immediately thought he was talking about a library book but then he explained to me that he had reading homework that was suppose to be done. 



I was confused.  

Every day as soon as he gets home I check his backpack and folder for papers 
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.......making this cardigan for my husband.




unfinished back





unfinished front




We are coming up on our 12 year (dating) anniversary and I wanted to make him something VERY special for the occasion. Something that he has been asking me to make him for years.



I just love that man so much and feel so incredibly blessed to have him in my life.

He makes me laugh, holds me when I cry 
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Hello Saturday!



Roger left the house around 7am this morning. I got up when he got up to take a shower so I could have a little bit of alone time this morning before the kids got up. I am always such a better mom when I get that alone time in the morning to read, eat and pray.



Roger's first book signing is this morning in FRankfort, Ky at the Kentucky Book Fair.



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Oh boy, here it comes.  Here comes the I am tired blog.

That dreaded blog that readers role their eyes and say "if only she knew how blessed she is."

Yep.

This is THAT kind of blog, so if you don't want to read a blog like that then I would advise you to stop reading.



Like seriously, I would stop reading right now because I am getting ready to start the rant.



I am sooooooo tired.

Not 
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I don't know what in the world is going on but my children are actually helping me!



Ever since they could "help" I have let them.

They are always following me around "helping" with the house chores but tonight I actually sat back and watched as they completed a chore.  I wanted to cry that Roger wasn't here to see it but hopefully they will keep it up and he will be here to see our children 
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Like I mentioned in  a previous post, the kids went to the grandparents house this past weekend.

I usually help out with the nursery sunday school that Anna is a part of (often times she is the only child in there) and this week Mrs. Karen B was teaching the lesson.  

Although Anna wasn't there we did have one child show up!!  

For the craft Mrs. Karen, who is a former kindergarten teacher 
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