<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034</id><updated>2024-10-24T22:57:43.625-07:00</updated><category term="Life"/><category term="art"/><category term="Rainbow"/><category term="health"/><category term="illnes"/><category term="illness"/><category term="nutcracker"/><category term="vanderbilt"/><category term="Chris Tomlin"/><category term="Enya"/><category term="Jack Johnson"/><category term="James Taylor"/><category term="Pooh"/><category term="Spiritual"/><category term="aceo"/><category term="dance ballet thankful"/><category term="disappointment"/><category term="fatigue"/><category term="hope"/><category term="hospital"/><category term="liver"/><category term="melanie"/><category term="memories"/><category term="music"/><category term="painting"/><category term="update"/><category term="watercolor"/><category term="2008"/><category term="VT"/><category term="Van Gough"/><category term="Vincent"/><category term="Virgina Tech"/><category term="Zephaniah"/><category term="autumn"/><category term="beauty"/><category term="cafe press"/><category term="calendar"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="chronic"/><category term="colossians"/><category term="contentment"/><category term="contest"/><category term="da vinci"/><category term="daughter"/><category term="dysautonomia"/><category term="fall"/><category term="flag"/><category term="floral"/><category term="flowers"/><category term="fun"/><category term="godliness"/><category term="home"/><category term="horatio"/><category term="horse"/><category term="hymn"/><category term="kindness"/><category term="loving God"/><category term="memorial"/><category term="memory"/><category term="mercy"/><category term="miracles"/><category term="myspace"/><category term="needle felting"/><category term="patriotic"/><category term="peace"/><category term="poppies"/><category term="portland"/><category term="portrait"/><category term="prayer request"/><category term="pruitt"/><category term="psalm 23"/><category term="quiet"/><category term="quote"/><category term="rendition"/><category term="rose"/><category term="serving God"/><category term="show"/><category term="sick"/><category term="soul"/><category term="spafford"/><category term="strength"/><category term="thanksgiving"/><category term="time with God"/><category term="tired"/><category term="trials"/><category term="understanding"/><category term="vanderbilt aceo address"/><category term="youtube"/><title type='text'>Melanie&#39;s Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogging about art, life with M.E. and learning to embrace each day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-2114277752586758179</id><published>2015-09-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-24T10:57:27.328-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>Koloa Landing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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YES! This is ME! I won this trip last December! And the trip is planned for this fall!&lt;br /&gt;
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People ask me, &quot;How did you win that?&quot; Well, my days are very slow, and I need quiet easy activities. Since I have felt so much better when in Hawaii, something many of us know as the &quot;Location Effect&quot;, I started looking for trips to Hawaii to enter! I came across this one, and you could enter every day and get an extra entry for tweeting. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Black Friday, I thought, &quot;I should go check that contest page at Koloa Landing&quot;. I couldn&#39;t believe my eyes!! In fact, until they emailed me, I only half believed it was really me!&lt;br /&gt;
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Koloa Landing is in Poipu, Kauai. The pictures look beautiful! I can&#39;t wait to take my own pictures and share them with you. I&#39;m sure they will treat us very well!&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever we travel to Hawaii, it is super low budget. No swimming pool, no resorts. We find the cheapest rental and cook all our own food. So a resort is going to be a REAL treat!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch for pictures coming in the next couple months! For now, you can visit their website if you&#39;d like to see it! Click here: &lt;a href=&quot;http://koloalandingresort.com/?chebs=SEM_Google_1_Brand_Core_MB&amp;amp;gclid=CO2ivsyekMgCFURlfgodhXgH9Q&quot;&gt;Koloa Landing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The waves have been big lately. I haven&#39;t been able to eat for over 3 weeks. This is the worst gastroparesis flare I&#39;ve had in many years! I know how to deal with a flare that lasts a week. Usually they last 2-5 days. It&#39;s hard not to focus on the waves and panic. In light of that, I thought this was a great video to share today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Acceptance doesn&#39;t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and there&#39;s got to be a way through it&quot; ~Michael J. Fox&lt;/div&gt;
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Loss... Grief... Accomodate... Acceptance... Embrace..&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s a continual cycle with this illness. It takes continual effort to work through the grief and get to a place where I can adjust and embrace. And then before I know it, I&#39;m back at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;
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Loss... Grief... Accomodate... Acceptance... Embrace...&lt;/div&gt;
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The number of days I can paint has greatly reduced in the last year. I&#39;ve recently discovered how much I enjoy &lt;a href=&quot;https://instagram.com/melaniepruittartist/&quot;&gt;Instagram&lt;/a&gt;, and editing my photographs. The picture above is one of my edits. I&#39;ve only just begun learning and I&#39;m trying to win an ipad so I can do even more with my photos (there are lots of companies that host contests with ipads as the prize). It&#39;s all a part of choosing to accommodate to my losses, accept them and find a way through them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wow! I can&#39;t believe it&#39;s been 7 years since I moved my blog away from blogger over to Wordpress! When I moved, it was so that I could have a beautiful self hosted Wordpress blog and include aspects of a website on it for both my art and my journey blogs.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the years went by, I have continued to decline both physically and cognitively. I switched from a self hosted blog to a free wordpress blog. That meant I couldn&#39;t sell anything or have any referral links. That was a little disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was recently helping my husband create a blog for a year long project focused on marriage for our church. I discovered how much more I liked blogger now and decided to begin reworking my blog and move it back here.&lt;br /&gt;
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And guess what I found? Wordpress and blogger are not speaking. Which means I can not import all those years of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, as I start to blog here, I&#39;m just going to republish posts that I want to save for posterity, or that I think might be beneficial to those who visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not very consistent in my blogging lately because it&#39;s hard work to write and put together sentences and it can cause some PEM. I&#39;ll try to blog about that later. But for now, welcome back to my blog!&lt;/div&gt;
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Hurray! There is still a ton of snow,  and because they plowed our street we can&#39;t get the car in and out of the driveway without also shoveling. But the freeways are clear and Nutcracker is ON this weekend!!! Bill and I volunteered to help out on Tech crew because they are short quite a few people and many newbies are working tech.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a slippery ride down the side street to the theater yesterday, but we made it and had a long fun filled day.&lt;br /&gt;
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I filled in for a missing dancer during the morning dress rehearsal for the Party scene. What fun to be on stage again. But after that, along with the rest of ACT I tech work in the wings, I felt like I&#39;d gone to the gym twice! Thankfully, everyone could tell, and they moved me to the lightboard, where I can sit in a nice comfy chair and even put my feet up if needed. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;(pictures of me at the light board and headset coming tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I spent several hours laying on the floor with my ipod, but I made it through the day and the first performance went very well, with one particular dancer looking absolutely awesome! &lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;(pictures coming tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The biggest problem for me is this, uncontrollable, exercise intolerance. The new injections I&#39;ve been doing the past two months have given me a little more energy and stamina, but my cells still don&#39;t seem to be able to handle physical exercise.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m going to do some research so I can write a knowledgeable blog on this concept of exercise intolerance, because I know that hardly any of you reading this can understand it. I even had a friend today - who has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome - say to me, &quot;Well of course, in time, you will feel better after exercising.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That is sweet encouragement, but in my case, just not true. Unless we figure out the cause and treat the cause, I am never going to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;better after physical exercise. It&#39;s a very different thing than being &quot;out of shape&quot;. That&#39;s why it&#39;s called &quot;intolerance&quot;.  Not everyone who has ME/CFS also has exercise intolerance, but there is some excellent research proving how the body reacts differently to exercise in a subset of ME/CFS  compared to normal people who are out of shape. I obviously fall into this subset.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully, we were able to come home early today and I am about to put on a horse movie I got for Christmas and just relax. (Hopefully I can stay awake until bedtime... we picked up hamburgers on the way home and I fell asleep in the car waiting for Bill to bring them back out to the car!)&lt;br /&gt;
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With all this snow, I keep painting snow scenes...  go figure! The painting up above is an ACEO that is currently for sale in my Etsy store &lt;a href=&quot;http://thecreatorspalette.etsy.com/&quot;&gt;(click here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you&#39;ll come by tomorrow and check out some of the pictures I have to share from Nutcracker!&lt;br /&gt;
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Many blessings to you all at the during this last week of 2008!&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5815712123320279437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-show-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/5815712123320279437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/5815712123320279437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-show-goes-on.html' title='And the Show Goes On!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVbO8hIPSEI/AAAAAAAABrc/i_Aa93tq3zY/s72-c/Winter+Sunset.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-1642751702816009663</id><published>2008-12-21T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T15:21:33.665-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>My Frist EVER White Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAIkINvfwI/AAAAAAAABqE/wyyzaC0cigQ/s1600-h/First+Snow.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282731779679026946&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAIkINvfwI/AAAAAAAABqE/wyyzaC0cigQ/s320/First+Snow.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #330033; font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;The beginning of our Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Many tears were shed last weekend, as we received our first bit of snow and Vancouver School District decided to close their buildings and would not allow the Dance Company to hold their Nutcracker Ballet in the Art School Theater that they rent.&lt;br /&gt;
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For all of you who were planning on coming, it is scheduled for this next weekend (26th -28th) same schedule - though there may be some casting changes... that&#39;s still being figured out!&lt;br /&gt;
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But, to our amazement, it was a good decision on the school district&#39;s part. Our typical little snow storm had turned to ice and several inches of snow by Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAJB_Qs0_I/AAAAAAAABqM/WyqsIhQlAfU/s1600-h/Snow+Dec+21+house.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282732292671591410&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAJB_Qs0_I/AAAAAAAABqM/WyqsIhQlAfU/s320/Snow+Dec+21+house.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 244px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #330033;&quot;&gt;Snowing at Dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAJVjTsMFI/AAAAAAAABqU/TsIIIziR2eE/s1600-h/Snow+Dec+21+getting+deep.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282732628765323346&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAJVjTsMFI/AAAAAAAABqU/TsIIIziR2eE/s320/Snow+Dec+21+getting+deep.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #330033;&quot;&gt;Notice the path lights and the fountain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #330033;&quot;&gt; compare to the next pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Even more amazing - we now have 2 ft or more and it&#39;s STILL snowing!!!! This is going to be my first ever, truly &quot;White Christmas&quot;!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAJyxrgINI/AAAAAAAABqc/AtY2CFz2a50/s1600-h/Dec+22+Christmas+lights+almost+buried.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282733130839498962&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAJyxrgINI/AAAAAAAABqc/AtY2CFz2a50/s320/Dec+22+Christmas+lights+almost+buried.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #330033;&quot;&gt;Notice the path lights... this was first thing this morning and since then we&#39;ve had 2-3&quot; more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is just amazing... we weren&#39;t done with our shopping.... Ellen is scheduled to open Starbucks - which thankfully has changed her arrival now from 4:00AM to 6:00AM due to the conditions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAKtCaYFKI/AAAAAAAABqk/6eZLXaM-S-I/s1600-h/Dec+22+digging+out+the+cars.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282734131763483810&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SVAKtCaYFKI/AAAAAAAABqk/6eZLXaM-S-I/s320/Dec+22+digging+out+the+cars.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #330033;&quot;&gt;Ellen and Bill digging out the cars so Bill could skid to work... skid back to get a shovel and skid back to work and dig out the parking lot so he could park!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #330033;&quot;&gt;**notice the fountain?***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But Friday, Dec 26th, Ellen must be in Vancouver, at the Theater all day. The exciting part is that we ALL may be at the theatre! I might get to be Mother Ginger, or a Party Mom, or run the sound or oversee the props.... we&#39;ve all volunteered to help out with tech crew and empty spots.&lt;br /&gt;
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So... we&#39;ll see if it clears enough to get to Vancouver on Friday. If it doesn&#39;t... another round of tears is bound to burst out all over the Vancouver area as dancers have been rehearsing since Sept for this very professional production.&lt;br /&gt;
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But as for Christmas? What fun it is to have all my children home... the gorgeous snow outside and plenty to keep us busy... our computers (LOL), games, movies etc. (I&#39;m being summoned to a game right now!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m keeping warm, and I now understand my friends in the Midwest and East who get really tired of snow!!! I wouldn&#39;t want this all winter long.&lt;br /&gt;
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Praying you all to be warm inside and out!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SUlGNLV3O3I/AAAAAAAABp0/0nOitVrEoXo/s1600-h/My+shoes.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280829230265351026&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SUlGNLV3O3I/AAAAAAAABp0/0nOitVrEoXo/s320/My+shoes.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 308px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Today, a fellow member of VAST (Visual Arts Street Team) - one of my online art groups, featured me on her blog titled &quot;What Shoes I Wear&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s a wonderful blog and I always enjoy reading her posts and interviews. With an artists creativity, she interviews other artists and features a few of their art pieces, a picture of the shoes that represent them and a full length interview!&lt;br /&gt;
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Please come read and comment on this blog that has just featured an interview with me!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whatshoesiwear.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.whatshoesiwear.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And thank you Janyce!&lt;/div&gt;
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My newest pastime, when I&#39;m not painting or jewelry making - is creating fun items printed with my original artwork on &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Zazzle!&lt;/span&gt;  I really prefer it to CafePress and have even created a 2009 Calendar! Come check out my shop there... rate a few items... leave me a message!&lt;br /&gt;
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And I&#39;m just getting started... adding new items every day. Have a request??? Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zazzle.com/&quot;&gt;create &amp;amp; buy custom products&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zazzle.com/&quot;&gt;Zazzle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I used to love teeter-totters - especially this really huge one we&#39;d play on when we went camping in the redwoods!! (if you fell off when you were at the top... you were in serious trouble!) I loved the feeling of flying high!!!! And when I hit the ground - it just about knocked my teeth out, but with all my might I&#39;d push and fly high again!&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever heard the quote from Anne of Green Gables?&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I can&#39;t help but fly up on the wings of anticipation. It&#39;s as glorious as soaring through the sunset. Almost pays for the thud.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well... that is the perfect description of my past week! I&#39;ve flown high - like on the teeter-totter... I&#39;ve also thudded down to reality - but it&#39;s all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;
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On Friday - flying high  - I did a workout on some weight machines at the gym AND I walked through three stores Christmas shopping with Bill! Wow!&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SUP7QMCZZRI/AAAAAAAABps/dnxoGxwcOLA/s1600-h/warm+up+class.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279339443736110354&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SUP7QMCZZRI/AAAAAAAABps/dnxoGxwcOLA/s200/warm+up+class.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 154px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I hit the ground... but with all my might, I pushed and I soared again. On Sunday, I actually drove myself to Ellen&#39;s dance studio and spent the day with her. AND... I even took about 20 min of ballet warm-up class with the company! Wow again! &lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;(this is Ellen stretching at warm-up class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day, however, I hit the ground and just couldn&#39;t find any strength to push myself up. My exercise intolerance got in the way, plus whatever else throws me low and I had several days of not feeling very well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Slowly, I&#39;m regaining some strength and again worked out on the weight machines yesterday. Wow do I hurt!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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And with all my strength - I&#39;m going to push hard to fly again and spend some time at the studio, watching Ellen and her friends in their final weekend of studio rehearsal (in costume) before they head to the theater on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now... with all this up and down.... I&#39;m afraid I brought up a topic to Bill at the wrong time. I decided I&#39;d ask if I could get a little motorcycle to ride around town - so I could have some freedom on those days I feel so much better!&lt;br /&gt;
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He laughed!! My kids laughed! Everyone has laughed and Bill has given me a definite NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok... so he has a point... motorcycles are pretty dangerous - but there&#39;s no way we can afford a second car. I wouldn&#39;t have the energy for a bike and I don&#39;t want a motorized wheelchair!&lt;br /&gt;
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He asked me what happened to wanting a convertible Miata. &quot;I&#39;ll take it!&quot; I told him! I looked up Miata&#39;s on Craigslist... HA... right... that&#39;s not even worth putting on the wings of anticipation for!  (said laughing)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SUP5IZ5rWHI/AAAAAAAABpk/U8Z1r2gBEeI/s1600-h/1095095_90253417.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279337110995425394&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SUP5IZ5rWHI/AAAAAAAABpk/U8Z1r2gBEeI/s200/1095095_90253417.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 117px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...  hitting bottom at all the teasing and laughing... I pushed with all my might to fly up on the wings of anticipation... and I changed my request. How about just a scooter (yuk - looks like an old person) or a moped??? Way easier to ride and I&#39;d only be riding in town!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone who has never been chronically ill for a long period of time has no idea how wearing it gets to always have to rely on others to get you places, do things for you, etc. And it&#39;s been almost more than I can bear being stuck at home in those moments when I do feel well enough to run to the post office, or the library, or to Starbucks! I can&#39;t even go by and visit Bill at work (just a mile from here).&lt;br /&gt;
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But... though soaring on anticipation is glorious.... alas... Bill wouldn&#39;t even let me go look at a scooter I found for sale on Craigslist. I wasn&#39;t ready to buy... but I just wanted to look at it to see if it was something I really thought I could ride!&lt;br /&gt;
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So are you all laughing too??? Well... I suppose I don&#39;t blame you! It does sound a bit silly... a  47 year old woman - who&#39;s been sick for 7 years - riding a scooter around town.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah... but the freedom it would bring!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Up.... down.... Up..... down..... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;**I&#39;ve put a poll on the right side of my blog... tell me what you think of my scooter idea! Be honest! :-) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=17666499&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275356185081766850&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/STXUgBN1Y8I/AAAAAAAABok/6209N5n8DgI/s320/Come+and+Play+2.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 191px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 272px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&#39;m finally getting back to those questions I said anyone could ask about me! That was way back in September and I only answered one out of the three that were posted! (BTW- you can still ask questions about me and I&#39;ll do my best to answer!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m going to jump to question 3 from Linda - because it&#39;s &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;time of year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Question: &quot;What&#39;s your favorite Holiday and Why&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My favorite Holiday runs for a whole month! It begins on Thanksgiving Day when we spend the day as a family, eating chex mix, watching Miracle on 34th street and making a meal that lasts for a week!&lt;br /&gt;
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At the Thanksgiving table, we not only give thanks to God for the many things from the past year, but we also begin Christmas. We always play a Kenny G Christmas CD during dinner and the kids each get a new Christmas ornament for their collections. I put them, wrapped up, on their plate. A few years back, I discovered a wrapped gift on my plate! And the past few years, they&#39;ve chipped in and bought me an ornament too! (since they are beginning to leave and take their ornaments with them) :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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Usually the day after Thanksgiving we go out looking for that perfect Christmas tree to cut down. Though,&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/STXVIpNC7cI/AAAAAAAABos/fqD-L4YqS_U/s1600-h/Snowman+4x6+copy.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275356883010645442&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/STXVIpNC7cI/AAAAAAAABos/fqD-L4YqS_U/s320/Snowman+4x6+copy.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 157px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 235px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with young adults who have to work, the past two years we&#39;ve had to do it on Sunday afternoon instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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We decorate the tree together and we must have fudge and a special CD of music that I grew up with - but my kids now love - The New Christy Minstrels!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, the month holds those special times when we gather to watch our favorite TV specials, eat goodies, play games and.... for the past 12 years, the month of December also included The Nutcracker Ballet.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my friends recently asked me about Ellen and I am thrilled to report that the Nutcracker is still a part of our Holiday month! She&#39;s dancing in the Company this year, as well as working at the new Starbucks in town. She&#39;s dancing Demi-solo roles in both Snow and Waltz and she has her own Solo that is a brand new dance which is being added this year! She&#39;s also dancing my old role, Mrs. Walbridge - Clara&#39;s mother - so her Saturday&#39;s are very busy.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year, we will try to be around the theater as much as possible - watching and helping. On the last day of performances, Bill&#39;s Dad flies in and he will join us for the last performan&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/STXVaJ5ovoI/AAAAAAAABo0/VKkxL5sze9g/s1600-h/My+Nutcracker+Prince+ACEO+copy.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275357183845383810&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/STXVaJ5ovoI/AAAAAAAABo0/VKkxL5sze9g/s200/My+Nutcracker+Prince+ACEO+copy.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 149px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ce and spend the week with us. We&#39;ll talk, nap, take drives to see Christmas lights, eat and enjoy the week. We&#39;ll also have another special friend joining us again this year on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;
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So... why do I love Christmas so much??? Because it&#39;s family. To me, it&#39;s what family is all about, love and acceptance, playing and relaxing in each other&#39;s love. To me, it&#39;s the perfect representation of God&#39;s family and the great gift we have received as we have become a part of His family.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have always loved this time of year. My heart has always been touched by the story of the Nativity, the lights, the music, the sounds and smells. But most of all, I love the family times!!! And the memories. The memories will last forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So there you are... my favorite Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;
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And this year, I am feeling the best I have in over a year. I even skipped and jumped through the Christmas tree farm this year. And yesterday I went swimming! My body still has &quot;Exercise Intolerance&quot; (a proven fact for Chronic Fatigue patients -it&#39;s not tired from exercise - the body actually, physically reacts in litteral, negative ways to exercise.) But I don&#39;t care. I&#39;m able to exercise again and that&#39;s the important thing. And if all goes as I plan it (hee hee) I&#39;ll be taking the first 10-15 min of ballet class on the stage during Nutcracker week!&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope and pray that each of you are able to find this family joy that I experience every year. This feeling of acceptance for who you are, the joy of being with others, and the comfort and stability that comes from tradition. If you don&#39;t - I hope I can be the connection to help you find the fulfillment found in God&#39;s love and invitation he offers to become a part of His family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace to all,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SS9ij_pQvCI/AAAAAAAABmk/Ax4Yn14ieDc/s1600-h/P1010460.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273542059193580578&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SS9ij_pQvCI/AAAAAAAABmk/Ax4Yn14ieDc/s320/P1010460.JPG&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started in 2003. I had been sick for over a year and then had a hysterectomy just weeks before Thanksgiving. I was stuck on the couch while the family took over the job of cooking Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
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While the preparations were going on, Chris sat down and we started holding the camera up and taking pictures sitting together. It was a fun for us both and It helped me keep my mind of not being in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;
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We&#39;ve done it every Thanksgiving since!!&lt;br /&gt;
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This year, was the first year since 2003 that I did anything more than make the gravy (my family says I&#39;m the only one who can make the gravy) :-)  But Chris and I found a few moments to keep up our yearly tradition - though, it&#39;s amazing to see how old we&#39;ve both gotten in 5 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I was very thankful for my family. Very Very Thankful for each one of them - Bill, and Marie, and Ellen and Chris!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving too!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I was nervous, but last night I finally completed my CPAP fitting and sleep study.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was scheduled last Thursday and ended up really sick, so it got postponed to last night. I was fitted with this very high tech, quiet and newest of the new CPAP masks! I am so thankful that I landed in such a quality place for Sleep help.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not only is the Study center comfortable - with &quot;Sleep Number&quot; beds (yes I played around with the numbers again LOL) but they have a qualified technician who helped me pick the mask - will be available for questions and help without cost, and will automatically send me what I need to keep my machine clean and running well!&lt;br /&gt;
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So... for the next four to six weeks.. I will be wearing this - every night.&lt;br /&gt;
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Part of me feels disappointed - I had hoped my dysautonomia wouldn&#39;t come to this. But on the other hand, God has so richly blessed me that I can&#39;t be discontented and worry about the future.&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SS5KAph9KRI/AAAAAAAABmM/LjbrIAn-JBk/s1600-h/Swift+LT+2.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273233588706158866&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SS5KAph9KRI/AAAAAAAABmM/LjbrIAn-JBk/s200/Swift+LT+2.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So... as I am writing this blog very late - as a way of CPAP avoidance... my very tired eyes say &quot;It&#39;s time&quot;. So goodnight - and may we all have a great night&#39;s sleep!&lt;br /&gt;
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(and NO!!! You will not be seeing a picture of me wearing this! LOL)&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7157411302923997038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/cpap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/7157411302923997038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/7157411302923997038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/cpap.html' title='CPAP'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SS5KrARYMrI/AAAAAAAABmc/d_OEj9MZkYM/s72-c/Swift+LT.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-1746792031748128882</id><published>2008-11-18T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T15:39:30.887-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>Fortunately ... Unfortunately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SSOcwEObS5I/AAAAAAAABks/ufV12rxR1b0/s1600-h/Autumn+in+the+Gorge.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270228338535517074&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SSOcwEObS5I/AAAAAAAABks/ufV12rxR1b0/s320/Autumn+in+the+Gorge.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 230px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Do you remember that children&#39;s book &quot;Fortunately, Unfortunately&quot; ? This little boy goes through his day with &quot;Fortunately&quot; - a good thing.... &quot;unfortunately&quot;... a bad thing. I don&#39;t remember the whole story, but I do remember...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #003300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately, I had to jump out of the plane....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #003300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;  Fortunately, I had on a parachute...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #003300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately, it had a hole in it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And on an on!&lt;br /&gt;
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These past two weeks I&#39;ve been living this... let me give you a few examples!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunatel&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; - the doctor I saw in NY had one more idea to help with my severe fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; - it meant I had to give myself a shot everyday.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; - it doesn&#39;t really hurt and I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; - my whole family runs when they see me preparing for the next injection.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; - IT IS WORKING!!!! Whoooo Hoooo!!!! I&#39;ve had the best week and half I&#39;ve had in years! I&#39;m not healed, but my brain is more awake, I feel more like myself and I even have less fatigue!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; - I had to have a sleep study in the middle of that time - and I sure didn&#39;t sleep well... which has thrown me backwards a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; - The sleep center is such a high quality one, I got to sleep on a &quot;Sleep Number&quot; bed and it was as comfortable as possible with wires glued all over your head and face and things up your nose and on your finger :-) (yes... I did play with the numbers LOL)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; - The sleep study showed that I have sleep apnea - a common development in dysautonomia.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; - It is very MILD sleep apnea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; - I have to try a  CPAP mask - and I HATE things that go over my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; -  I have a daughter who works with ordering home health care items and she showed me that there are some great options that only go IN your nose - not over it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000066; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; - I have to go back this week for another sleep study to calibrate the CPAP. (more guk in my hair)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; - It&#39;s not til later this week - so I&#39;ve had a lot of fun painting this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; - I had a sudden and severe flare of my gasteoparesis... the delayed gastric emptying that causes stomach pain and nausea.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; - I have medications to deal with this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; - it&#39;s a really bad one and the meds are only lessening the pain and nausea, NOT taking them away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; - Just as I was tempted to despair - I received a very special gift from one of my husband&#39;s co-workers. I was reminded that God remembers me and cares about me even when life takes it&#39;s down turns.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Can a mother forget the baby at her breast &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;       and have no compassion on the child she has borne? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;       Though she may forget, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;       I will not forget you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sup&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-18653&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;&lt;br /&gt;    your walls are ever before me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;~Isaiah 49:15-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1746792031748128882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/fortunately-unfortunately.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/1746792031748128882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/1746792031748128882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/fortunately-unfortunately.html' title='Fortunately ... Unfortunately'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SSOcwEObS5I/AAAAAAAABks/ufV12rxR1b0/s72-c/Autumn+in+the+Gorge.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-7557065275982478061</id><published>2008-11-08T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T15:42:54.006-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>Pondering Lifelong Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SRYdsPDB2KI/AAAAAAAABjk/rqOoItJVq-w/s1600-h/Blustery+Day+mat+sample.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266429460047059106&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SRYdsPDB2KI/AAAAAAAABjk/rqOoItJVq-w/s400/Blustery+Day+mat+sample.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 344px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;(c) M Pruitt 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thecreatorspalette.etsy.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;TheCreatorPalette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt;Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;  The sunset hangs on a cloud;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;A golden storm of glittering sheaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;  The wild wind blows in a cloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Hark to a voice that is calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;  To my heart in the voice of the wind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;My heart is weary and sad and alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;  And why should I stay behind?      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I found this poem about Autumn and I loved the first verse. It seemed to describe the windy fluttering of the colorful leaves I was trying to depict in this, my newest painting.&lt;br /&gt;
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But then, as I read the second verse, I was launched into deep thought. There are many times my heart is weary and sad and all alone because my dreams have blown away - like the autumn leaves.&lt;br /&gt;
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And why should I stay behind? Ah... that&#39;s the challenging and intriguing part of this poem... what is there to stay behind for? What is there to persevere for?&lt;br /&gt;
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Some would say - flee... escape... winter is coming!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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But I say - No! After winter comes spring. Death of a dream is only the beginning to new life!&lt;br /&gt;
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With the Autumn winds blowing away all of my dreams, it makes room for the blossoming of new dreams. I have a choice... will I cling to the old dreams? Then there is nothing to stay for. Will I embrace the new dreams? Embrace new ways, new thoughts, new relationships... embrace LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;
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I choose to persevere, discover and embrace new dreams. And if those are blown away, I know that they too will be replaced with new.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you think this is why God made Autumn so colorful and beautiful? So that we wouldn&#39;t despair over winter and loss, but instead, would be reminded through the beauty of  Autumn, that even when our dreams are blown away, new dreams will begin to bud?&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7557065275982478061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/pondering-cycle-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/7557065275982478061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/7557065275982478061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/pondering-cycle-of-life.html' title='Pondering Lifelong Dreams'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SRYdsPDB2KI/AAAAAAAABjk/rqOoItJVq-w/s72-c/Blustery+Day+mat+sample.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-4028379321139387394</id><published>2008-11-04T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:15:36.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I voted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SRDWZWf67YI/AAAAAAAABi4/vLZhNR3Cs38/s1600-h/Vote+2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SRDWZWf67YI/AAAAAAAABi4/vLZhNR3Cs38/s400/Vote+2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264943695420648834&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I voted today... how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled out my mail in ballot - but to tell you the truth, I really like going in to the booth to vote! But, with the lack of physical energy I&#39;ve been having, it was a lot easier to take my time and fill out my mail-in ballot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as, as it often goes in my life, I didn&#39;t get it ready in time to mail. So today Bill and I both dropped off our ballots. All it required was a short walk into the Community center and I proudly put on my &quot;I Voted&quot; sticker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun seeing so many people out voting - and even with that quick drop off, we ran in to several friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven&#39;t voted yet - go do it! If can get it done you can! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4028379321139387394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/4028379321139387394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/4028379321139387394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted.html' title='I voted!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SRDWZWf67YI/AAAAAAAABi4/vLZhNR3Cs38/s72-c/Vote+2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-5574101137541197784</id><published>2008-10-10T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T15:40:00.686-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>Walking on Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SO-KSNlu70I/AAAAAAAABho/fzd42EwJ2nk/s1600-h/Dutch+Iris.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571335654862658&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SO-KSNlu70I/AAAAAAAABho/fzd42EwJ2nk/s320/Dutch+Iris.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It&#39;s time I finally write this blog!!!! (and it&#39;s taken a week to get it done!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to get this blog out because so many of you prayed for us and are waiting to hear how things went after the loss of Bill&#39;s Mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, I need to write this for myself - to remember and record what amazing things God has done for me! &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;(especially for those hard days - it helps to go back and review the goodness and graciousness of God in my life!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We had all been preparing and yet not really knowing how or when we would need to travel back down to California.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Mom passed away Monday night, we quickly began making plans.  We decided Bill and the kids would head out on Wed morning for the 11 hour drive. They arrived about dinner time on Wed. I stayed home, trying to carefully use one more day to rest. I would fly out Thursday morning and return Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was hoping I would feel better, but instead, I felt worse on Wednesday. I sat in my recliner, with my PJ&#39;s on all day, trying hard not to cry (crying messes with my ANS system and makes me feel even worse). I knew I was so bad, that not even my special meds were going to make a big enough difference for me to survive the travel and all the energy I would need for all the &quot;people time&quot;. I needed a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #663300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I have always enjoyed and identified with the disciple Peter in the Bible! His faith challenges me. But he also gets himself into trouble with his strong opinions, quick speech and his instant responses. It reminds me of myself. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;color: #663300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus loves Peter and even calls him a &quot;Rock&quot; - a solid person, whom he can rely on. Jesus uses and refines these characteristics, that often got Peter into trouble, and turns them into useful strengths.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;color: #663300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such moment, was the night that Jesus needed some &quot;alone&quot; time, so he sent his disciples off in a boat ahead of him, to cross the lake. After his time of prayer and solitude, Jesus, walks across the lake to catch up and meet his disciples on the other side!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;color: #663300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But they see him and begin to freak out thinking he&#39;s a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #663300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;He calls out to reassure them, and Peter&#39;s instant response was &quot;If it&#39;s really you, then tell me to come out of the boat and walk on the water with you!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #663300; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Jesus does! and Peter does!!!  For a few seconds.... and then the reality of what he&#39;s doing gets the better of him and he looks down and begins to sink instead of having faith! But Jesus took his hand and lifted him up and they walk back, on the water, to the boat together!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t know how many times, as a young child, I attempted to walk on water! I would run to the edge of the pool and see how many steps I could take before I sunk!  What a silly sight I must have been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But, last week&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;,&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt; I walked on water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, not literally - but the miracle I experienced was just as good! &lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Read on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wednesday night, as I pulled myself to bed, I prayed for God&#39;s mercy to give me strength for the two days ahead - whatever that meant to Him. I put my hand in his as Peter did and I went to sleep, feeling a bit nervous, but also very peaceful. I had the best nights sleep I&#39;ve had in months.&lt;br /&gt;
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I awoke to my very early alarm at 6:00AM. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(Now to fully appreciate this miracle, you must understand that, not only was I at my worst physically, on a normal morning I can&#39;t get out of bed until 9:00 at the very earliest and that&#39;s if my Sweetie has brought me tea and lots of fluids to drink! More often I&#39;m in bed until 10 or even noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I awoke feeling refreshed.&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(this &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; happens on a normal day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got up and started the water for my pot of tea. When it was made I took the tray back to bed and spent an hour drinking a whole pot of tea for the fluids and then I took my extra meds. I was amazed how good I felt! An half hour later, when the meds should begin working, I took my shower, &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(it had been a week since I&#39;d been able to wash and style my hair)&lt;/span&gt; got dressed and was fully ready to go when my ride arrived!&lt;br /&gt;
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I took my wheelchair with me, but when I got there, I was going to miss my plane if I waited any longer for the airline to provide someone to push me. So, I put my bag in my chair and pushed it myself all the way to security. Then I sat and wheeled through security, then walked all the way to the gate! I got there just in time to get some coffee for breakfast and board the plane!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was tired from the walk, but I thought, &quot;Wow! Thank you God for such a miraculous beginning to a hard two days!&quot; Little did I expect that he would hold my hand and we&#39;d walk on water for the next 48 hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I could go on and on with details of each and every miracle I experienced. We had good times with Dad and sad times. We cried, we laughed... we gathered as a family and even enjoyed an early breakfast at an Austrian  pastry restaurant just before the service on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, we all separated to do our last preparations before the service. The kids and I stopped by a florist (one I had delivered flowers for when I was in college) and I bought one blue Iris and one Yellow Rose. They wrapped them separately for me, and without knowing what they were for, they put pink tissue around the blue iris for me. I had bought it for Mom&#39;s graveside service. The yellow rose was for a High School friend, who is buried at the same cemetery. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;(a yellow rose for &quot;Friendship Forever&quot;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the kids and I headed to the church. The service was wonderful! We sang some of Mom&#39;s favorite hymns, three family members shared - Bill&#39;s oldest sister, one Grandson, one Son-in-Law and I had the pastor read a tribute I had written out.  The service ended with a fully kilted Scotsman playing &quot;Amazing Grace&quot; on the bagpipes. We followed him out and then the rush of greetings came!&lt;br /&gt;
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The best part of the whole greeting time was seeing our best friends, John and Lieschen. Lieschen and I have been friends since 6th grade and were roommates for 2 years in college. But as friends do, we had all become lazy and busy and lost touch. I just soaked in the warmth of their presence and, for me, it was one of the best parts of the day. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(I think I stood up for over a half hour talking... You KNOW how miraculous this is for me - &quot;walking on water&quot;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the family headed to the graveside service. I was getting a bit tired and took hold of Dad&#39;s arm, and sat up in the front with him. On the other side of me was one of Mom&#39;s sisters, whom I&#39;ve only met once, but we instantly connected and held hands through the service.&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;(a very special piece of this miraculous day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I left the blue iris wrapped in pink tissue on the casket as people began to leave for the meal that would be served back at the house. Then, Ellen and I began to search for Brent&#39;s grave. My memory did not serve me well in finding it, so I&#39;m glad they had a map.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brent was a good friend through High School. He challenged me in my tennis game and taught me a lot. He was my favorite TE for our HS football team. He was the first person my own age who would sit and talk for hours about deep spiritual things. His Dad became very special to me too - as the Young Life leader in our town. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;(we called him Papa-One-Kanobi... it was the original Star Wars era *smile*) &lt;/span&gt;One summer, Brent, my Uncle Ted (who is 10 mos older than me) and I had more Table tennis competitions than I can count. Brent died young. After serving four years in the airforce, he was studying at the ministry school in Texas, started by Melody Green in honor of her husband Keith Green. One night, there was a car crash near the school. Brent ran to help and in the dark, stepped on a downed power line. I look forward to seeing him in heaven... I bet he has a tennis court reserved for us! &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;(*smile again*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I found his marker - Daniel Brent Buchanan - and cleared the weeds from the stone, stuck the rose deep into the ground and thanked God for the memories and for the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;(knowledge and confidence)&lt;/span&gt; that I have that I will see him and his Parents again. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;(Bob and Nancy Buchanan,- his parents, died several years ago in a car accident)&lt;/span&gt; Then Ellen and I headed to the house for the family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;
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The house was packed!!! Family, friends and relatives!!! I really enjoyed seeing my Nephew&#39;s baby son and another nephew&#39;s beautiful little girl, and a very special niece that I hadn&#39;t seen in a long time. It all whizzed by too fast and the next thing I knew, Chris and I were leaving to catch a flight home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chris flew home with me because he had an important Retreat that started Friday. He missed the bus, but two of the leaders waited behind to pick him up and take him to the retreat!&lt;br /&gt;
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It took a bit of winding down before I could sleep that night, but once again I had a fantastic nights sleep and in the morning.... I awoke... and the miracle was over. I was back to my same sick self.&lt;br /&gt;
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But somehow, it didn&#39;t matter. God had done more than I had asked or expected. I will always cherish the memory of those two days and all that they held.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love my husband and  I love his family - which is, and has been, for a long time - &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; family!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for letting me share this huge journey with you, in what is probably the longest blog I&#39;ve written yet! &lt;span style=&quot;color: #6633ff;&quot;&gt;*smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666600; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the believers who have died so you will not grieve like people who have no hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666600; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who have died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666600;&quot;&gt;I Thessalonians 4:13-14&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #666600; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5574101137541197784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/walking-on-water.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/5574101137541197784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/5574101137541197784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/walking-on-water.html' title='Walking on Water'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SO-KSNlu70I/AAAAAAAABho/fzd42EwJ2nk/s72-c/Dutch+Iris.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-2745587927952968199</id><published>2008-09-30T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T15:40:22.226-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>Mom - Ada V. Pruitt - We loved you with all our hearts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SOJbP7BQzlI/AAAAAAAABhE/fTfdmFqwNrc/s1600-h/two+daisies+aceo.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251860444566572626&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SOJbP7BQzlI/AAAAAAAABhE/fTfdmFqwNrc/s320/two+daisies+aceo.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you to all of you who prayed for Bill and I and our trip last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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With two days of IV fluids and the help of extra medication, I did make the trip. And I am very glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was hard seeing Mom so ill, but she put her last effort into our visit - pushing herself to talk and whisper and even ate some potato soup and chocolate milkshake for me!&lt;br /&gt;
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We saw a few moments of the real mom behind the Alzheimer&#39;s and the sick body, which was a joy. But when it was time to leave, she had spent it all and we were not able to communicate with her. It was hard to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;
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We did have some good time with Dad - took him out a few times and he got a great nights sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, when we left she was unresponsive. By the next morning she was running a fever and Hospice said her organs were in the process of shutting down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom passed away last night. It was peaceful and painless and she is now in charge of hospitality in heaven! :-) We&#39;re all glad for our hope in Jesus and our confidence of her eternal life with Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, we face the trials of traveling again this week, facing and talking and serving the many people who will be grieving her. Bill was born and raised in that church and I attended it from the time we moved to Davis, so there will be a lot of people to talk to and a lot of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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And of course, the whole family is tired and emotionally drained already. Dad needs your prayers. Bill is so good for his Dad, and I know Bill&#39;s presence will bring him comfort. But he&#39;s still grappling with letting go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please pray for all of our plans and travels. Some or all of us will drive the 11 hour drive. I may fly and shorten the trip as I am still recovering from last weekend. And we&#39;d like to get Chris home for his High School retreat if possible so we are looking into Alaska Airlines Bereavement fares.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I will get back to the questions when I recover from all of this. But for now, let me leave you with some words from Isaiah.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Those who have been ransomed by the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-variant: small-caps; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; will return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;      They will enter Zion singing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;      crowned with everlasting joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;   Sorrow and mourning will disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;      and they will be filled with joy and gladness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;Isaiah 35:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SNprpKT3OxI/AAAAAAAABg8/hES6_P6_Kz8/s1600-h/Spring+lambs+ACEO.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249626670540208914&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SNprpKT3OxI/AAAAAAAABg8/hES6_P6_Kz8/s320/Spring+lambs+ACEO.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&#39;m sorry for my slow answers to the questions that have been posted.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve had a sudden and very deep crash this week. My whole body system is &quot;off&quot; but most of the fatigue is like nothing most people can imagine. Even I forget how bad it can get until it does!&lt;br /&gt;
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I get some IV fluids today and tomorrow. Our plans were/are to fly down for one day and one night to see Mom and Dad P.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom continues to hang on, but they say it will only be a couple weeks at the longest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope so much to take this trip, and maybe with the IV&#39;s and lots of meds I&#39;ll be able to do it - but I know that will mean a major crash again when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pray for us to have peace over God&#39;s direction. I think of one of my favorite verses from Question 2: It is Psalm 23. I&#39;ve never been very good at memorizing, but my 3rd grade Sunday School teacher was patient with me and I memorized it and earned my pack of lifesavers. That Psalm has stuck with me all my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sup&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-14237&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sup&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-14238&quot;&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; He makes me lie down in green pastures,&lt;br /&gt;      he leads me beside quiet waters, &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sup&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-14239&quot;&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; he restores my soul.&lt;br /&gt;      He guides me in paths of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;      for his name&#39;s sake. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sup&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-14240&quot;&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Even though I walk&lt;br /&gt;      through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;      I will fear no evil,&lt;br /&gt;      for you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;      your rod and your staff,&lt;br /&gt;      they comfort me. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sup&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-14241&quot;&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; You prepare a table before me&lt;br /&gt;      in the presence of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;      You anoint my head with oil;&lt;br /&gt;      my cup overflows. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;sup&quot; id=&quot;en-NIV-14242&quot;&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Surely goodness and love will follow me&lt;br /&gt;      all the days of my life,&lt;br /&gt;      and I will dwell in the house of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;      forever.&lt;/div&gt;
We are walking in a Valley right now, but the LORD is my comfort. He is rest for my tortured soul! I am so thankful for this Psalm of King David&#39;s and for these reminders of who and what I really have!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will post soon. Either when I get back, if the LORD is willing to get me to a place that I can travel, or while Bill is away. Because he needs to go and see his Mom, whether I can go or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Much love to my readers!&lt;br /&gt;
~Melanie&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/672258066630537587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/crash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/672258066630537587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/672258066630537587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SNprpKT3OxI/AAAAAAAABg8/hES6_P6_Kz8/s72-c/Spring+lambs+ACEO.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-1586043373461045951</id><published>2008-09-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T15:41:34.106-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art"/><title type='text'>Question #1 - Artists who inspire me the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SNUvJrfsGFI/AAAAAAAABg0/SnJfAOn_mUs/s1600-h/A+tribute+to+Van+Gough.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248152784111147090&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SNUvJrfsGFI/AAAAAAAABg0/SnJfAOn_mUs/s400/A+tribute+to+Van+Gough.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=7212412&quot;&gt;&quot;A Tribute to Van &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(c) M Pruitt 2007&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #003333; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Question: &quot;What Artists inspire you the most?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Great question!&lt;br /&gt;
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I would have to say - the number one artist that inspires me is Vincent Van &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had never been all that interested in his art - he often went a little too unrealistic in his impressionism for my logical brain.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it wasn&#39;t until the day that I visited the Toledo Museum of Art that I really became interested in Van &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt;. I am a fan of the impressionists so of course, I insisted we start there - not knowing how my energy would hold up!&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew I would be seeing a real Monet, several &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Cezanne&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; and a Van &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt; among other famous artists. But I did not expect the impact that Van &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Gogh&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; painting would have on me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked up to it - a simple painting of a wheat field, with harvesters and rolls of wheat - but as I looked at that painting - there was so much feeling in this beautiful simple, yet complex painting, that tears began to well up in my eyes. I eyes were glued to that painting and  I returned to it several times that day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later, I learned more about Van &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt; and his life. We remember him as the crazy man who cut off his ear. But he was really a man who couldn&#39;t find his place - partly because he was different and partly because &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;society&lt;/span&gt; rejected the beautiful gift he was able to offer God and humankind!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was really touched by the story his life. His father was a preacher, and he too went into the ministry. He loved and wanted to serve people, but he was a quiet man - and not well spoken. Yes, he was gifted, but not with the gifts that were valued by the church of that time. He was let go from his position and was set adrift. He spoke through his painting - calling out to God and mankind through his art.&lt;br /&gt;
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I could go on with more of his story - but this last thing is what inspires me from Van &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Gogh&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; difficult life as an artist. He spoke to God and he spoke to people through his art. I knew it the moment I saw that first painting! That&#39;s what brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone can be a good artist but not give a care about God or people. And we stand and look at that art and are interested and even amazed at the ability.&lt;br /&gt;
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But an artist that paints speaking to God... an artist that paints with a deep love for people... his/her art moves the heart and soul of the viewer!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;And that&#39;s the kind of artist I want to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I may come back to this question, because there are several more artists that really inspire me... but this is a long enough blog for now! :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Watch soon for the answer to Quest #2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993300;&quot;&gt;AND ... I added a new gadget to my blog! You can become a &quot;Follower&quot; . What does that mean? It means that my blog will show how many people like to follow up on what&#39;s happening on my blog and, if you have a blogger &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;account&lt;/span&gt;, you get to see snippets of each blog you are following so you know when you might want to read them! So if you&#39;d like, add your self to my Follower&#39;s list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for stopping by!!!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1586043373461045951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/question-1-artists-who-inspire-me-most.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/1586043373461045951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/1586043373461045951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/question-1-artists-who-inspire-me-most.html' title='Question #1 - Artists who inspire me the most'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SNUvJrfsGFI/AAAAAAAABg0/SnJfAOn_mUs/s72-c/A+tribute+to+Van+Gough.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-6702597070866011943</id><published>2008-09-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:03:57.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you like to know about me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Leave a message with a question and I will answer as many as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;What would you like to know about me?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SM_jSdhFfVI/AAAAAAAABgU/iI-BIYLpkZA/s1600-h/Road+Less+Traveled+matted.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SM_jSdhFfVI/AAAAAAAABgU/iI-BIYLpkZA/s400/Road+Less+Traveled+matted.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246661997210467666&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(c) M Pruitt 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, I&#39;ll share with you one of my favorite poems (but it&#39;s not my favorite of favorites so if you want to know that.. you&#39;ll have to ask):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 0);&quot;&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!-- BEGIN CHAPTER --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;T&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;WO&lt;/span&gt; roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;8&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;9&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;10&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;11&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;12&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;13&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;14&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;15&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;16&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;17&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;18&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;19&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;~Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6702597070866011943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-would-you-like-to-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/6702597070866011943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/6702597070866011943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-would-you-like-to-know-about-me.html' title='What would you like to know about me?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SM_jSdhFfVI/AAAAAAAABgU/iI-BIYLpkZA/s72-c/Road+Less+Traveled+matted.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-645715738634992019</id><published>2008-09-12T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:28:11.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my MIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SMvp_TGohTI/AAAAAAAABgM/e5JYhH-GOsY/s1600-h/Tropical+Sunset+ACEO.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SMvp_TGohTI/AAAAAAAABgM/e5JYhH-GOsY/s200/Tropical+Sunset+ACEO.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245543464672199986&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you to all of you who have known of, and prayed for, the recent pain and difficulties for Bill&#39;s mom.  I thought you all might like a little update on how to pray - and for all my friends that I have not yet contacted - a bit of an update as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill&#39;s mom has been diagnosed with Alzheimer&#39;s, and though progressing, we didn&#39;t know how long or how fast it would develop. Then she was diagnosed with cancer and underwent surgery to remove a tumor. The Alzheimer&#39;s began to quickly progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the better judgment of their children, they took a last trip to Hawaii. Mom had found a lump on her head, but didn&#39;t tell anyone because she really wanted that trip to Hawaii. As it turns out... it was a good choice. They had a wonderful time and the lump, though cancerous and diagnosed as untreatable, may have kept them from enjoying this last trip together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad P. have been married for over 60 years and have enjoyed traveling the world together so this really was a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cancer found on her skull, has spread through her body and now shattered her hip. She had surgery yesterday and we were unsure if she could even survive the surgery. But she did! Thank you to all of you who prayed for her surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can pray, as the children all figure out what facility to move Mom to from the hospital, and how to best care for Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&#39;re both in their 80&#39;s, and have lived good long lives. They have enjoyed world travel many times, opened their home over and over again to strangers and newcomers, were blessed with children and grandchildren and great grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love and care and prayers!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/645715738634992019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-my-mil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/645715738634992019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/645715738634992019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-my-mil.html' title='Update on my MIL'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SMvp_TGohTI/AAAAAAAABgM/e5JYhH-GOsY/s72-c/Tropical+Sunset+ACEO.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-4498728114025913220</id><published>2008-09-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T15:43:21.535-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art"/><title type='text'>Art Sweet Blog Feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4498728114025913220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-sweet-blog-feature.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/4498728114025913220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/4498728114025913220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-sweet-blog-feature.html' title='Art Sweet Blog Feature'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrn4OrouJ8rdMtxAb0yI2Sq0HUFHUwA0K3-MGQemgOMu_CupTRTwJT_h2_kVXk6zq2A5yeWsKWfW6ZSwiS92_EBHZEFENjbA9yoWWptL9_PppkyRMEOWiVQQw3MIzKOML_nbxUaoZyKCf/s72-c/Midwest+Farmland+very+small.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-4715352837365567869</id><published>2008-09-04T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:18:42.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do with my time???</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been able to get out a bit lately and it&#39;s been wonderful to connect with a few friends and say Hi to many of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions I&#39;ve been asked the most is &quot;What do you do with your time?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sure it can be hard to imagine what a person like me actually &quot;does&quot; all day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I&#39;ve told a few of you, it greatly depends on the type of day I am having. It can range anwhere from just sleeping and watching a couple movies, to a good day of painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better, yesterday, I was able to make it out for the whole morning (with the help of extra meds) and attend all the parent meetings and preparations for Chris&#39; classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, though, is my payback day. My body pays me back for taking a day like yesterday. I slept til 9:30, stayed in bed til noon (drinking tea and doing a few things slowly on my computer) then got up and finally got dressed and had made a quick sandwich before collapsing into my recliner!&lt;br /&gt;My body hurts everywhere. I feel OK if I&#39;m just sitting here, but my concentration is shot. No multi-tasking for me today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it&#39;s not a sad today though. I am so happy I could do the things I needed to yesterday, even if my body does have to pay for it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I thought you might enjoy seeing a recent painting I was able to complete on one of those good days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Etsy store, &lt;a href=&quot;http://thecreatorspalette.etsy.com/&quot;&gt;TheCreatorsPalette&lt;/a&gt;, I have listed various sizes of customized paintings! (4x6, a 5x7, an 8x10, an 11x14 or a 12x16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a customer who contacted me and asked if I could paint her house with her two boys sitting on the front door step. I had her email me a few pictures to evaluate and then gave her the thumbs up. So she purchased an 8x10 custom painting while I had them on sale this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me permission to put it on my blog and share it with all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she purchased the custom painting, we began emailing back and forth - confirming how much of the house to show, the colors of the siding, roof and brick and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a few reference pics, but here is the reference picture I worked from the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SLr_i9GGa5I/AAAAAAAABEw/Mma-8MVR8dY/s1600-h/8x10+4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SLr_i9GGa5I/AAAAAAAABEw/Mma-8MVR8dY/s400/8x10+4.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240782092379777938&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began painting, and emailed a few questions as I went. She helped me with the real color of the house, told me what was in that dark shadowed corner etc. It all came together quite smoothly! My customer was thrilled with the completed picture! In fact, after seeing the scan I sent for her approval, she began talking to me about a second commission - even before she had received the actual painting! That is the best compliment she could have given me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the completed painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixppL6TYYo63yT7d2ZXhDQyKCmc9-7Jna5ZzbI-kmZqIN8MeQKcA2gTlL1XtpYkkrguxXiCV0rzDUYwudGKLQKh5ISzpAOv0roWKTVVbyiw6CksOM3iJi_4B-fi_2NY8f7YwLKwYDiYiRB/s1600-h/Amy&#39;s+Home+8x10+sm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixppL6TYYo63yT7d2ZXhDQyKCmc9-7Jna5ZzbI-kmZqIN8MeQKcA2gTlL1XtpYkkrguxXiCV0rzDUYwudGKLQKh5ISzpAOv0roWKTVVbyiw6CksOM3iJi_4B-fi_2NY8f7YwLKwYDiYiRB/s400/Amy&#39;s+Home+8x10+sm.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240782417055223266&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m finding that I really enjoy doing commissions. I really enjoy the interaction with my customers and I&#39;m looking forward to the next commission with this customer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for reading my rambling today. I guess I&#39;m off to watch a movie. But first I&#39;d better heat up a rice bag ... my feet are freezing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;~Melanie</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4715352837365567869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-i-do-with-my-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/4715352837365567869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/4715352837365567869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-i-do-with-my-time.html' title='What do I do with my time???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SLr_i9GGa5I/AAAAAAAABEw/Mma-8MVR8dY/s72-c/8x10+4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-2811986676705018360</id><published>2008-08-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:52:03.375-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><title type='text'>My Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SLWGLd6b8zI/AAAAAAAABDw/-_qQi5WBcZQ/s1600-h/Autumn+aceo+1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SLWGLd6b8zI/AAAAAAAABDw/-_qQi5WBcZQ/s200/Autumn+aceo+1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239241273081852722&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog - I want to keep in touch. But my brain is empty. What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote above says it all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Hildebrand wrote Seabiscuit during the deepest fatigue just like I now experience. She says some days it was all she could do to write one single paragraph in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quote I have on my desktop right now, that I read to myself several times a day - reminding me of the truth - my reason for pressing on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;God delights,&lt;br /&gt;not in the strength of the horse,&lt;br /&gt;nor is his pleasure in the legs of a man.&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord delights in those who fear Him,&lt;br /&gt;and in those who hope in His steadfast love.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 147:10-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of nuclear bomb sized fatigue, pain and sadness... I DO hope... I cling to the steadfast love of God! And I know in return, no matter what I do or don&#39;t get done today, He delights in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautifully comforting reminder that is!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2811986676705018360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hope.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/2811986676705018360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/2811986676705018360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hope.html' title='My Hope'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SLWGLd6b8zI/AAAAAAAABDw/-_qQi5WBcZQ/s72-c/Autumn+aceo+1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263324218666900034.post-2959225146944141823</id><published>2008-08-12T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:31:22.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SKGwPxlEjhI/AAAAAAAABAE/Xd-lFjPOSGs/s1600-h/Lavendar+Fields+Canvas.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SKGwPxlEjhI/AAAAAAAABAE/Xd-lFjPOSGs/s400/Lavendar+Fields+Canvas.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233658027034578450&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;&quot; &gt;(c) M Pruitt 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It&#39;s been so long since I&#39;ve really blogged.  A couple of things have kept me from it! I&#39;m usually too tired to think up a good quality blog (you&#39;ll probably notice this one is kind of a ramble). When I&#39;m not, I have had many art projects keeping me busy. When I&#39;m in between, I&#39;m spending my time on Etsy - chatting with new friends and playing games called &quot;Tag&quot; and &quot;Secret Shopper&quot; where I am basically trading items. I&#39;m getting a lot of Christmas shopping done! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don&#39;t have any news to report on the health front, except that this is the longest time that my deep fatigue has not given me a 4-6 week reprieve. I&#39;ve had ONE day since last December were I really felt normal without filling myself with medications. That is discouraging to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ME/CFS specialist I saw a few months back, let me know that the continued decline I have experienced is not a good sign. I think he meant that I will not recover spontaneously, but what it means &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; happen, I&#39;m not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been enjoying my painting and jewelry making lately. Though, I don&#39;t sell much of the Jewelry, it still keeps me busy. I did however, get a special order for two medical bracelets last week and she bought a third! AND - I&#39;ve received two painting commissions with a third in&lt;br /&gt;process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first commission was from Etsy and the customer wanted me to paint her house with her two little boys sitting on the front doorstep! I finished it this week and emailed her a scan to give her OK and she was thrilled. So thrilled that she&#39;s contacted me about a second commission - even before her painting has arrived in her hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second commission is from a customer in Australia! She bought one of my paintings during my YART sale and really loves it. She wants two more complimentary paintings! This is the project I&#39;m working on now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, all of my customers have been so understanding of my limitations with illness and my need for flexibility! I know this is a blessing from God to keep me going - giving me something to keep working for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been yearning to escape - Tuscany has been my focus lately. But escape is not an option God has given me at this point... so I keep pressing on...  toward love and godliness (as it says in Philippians) and to face each day and keep working on the beautiful and fun projects that have been dropped in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well... enough ramblings for now... I&#39;ll try to at least come and ramble some more in the next week. Thanks for visiting and reading and keeping up with where I am in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and my apologies to all of you who subscribe to my blog. I accidentally posted a blog meant for my my art blog- onto this blog. I&#39;ve deleted it, but some of you may have received it through email. Sorry about that.  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looking up at the top to make sure I&#39;m blogging in &quot;Melanie&#39;s Journey&quot; now! LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Melanie</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2959225146944141823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/2959225146944141823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263324218666900034/posts/default/2959225146944141823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaniepruitt.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258565437738929561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgG-8iOkpySYQM8C4fLgy_uKbSjRnRPocAMtMQOtk1-ElbP-hPpErpFvbt2Oh3zOOWXSdydzOQj9sjejgYoy-zK_1rVNUpIW4u1RduUpkb0VSKzwMIM9MF0rh-8hdxpo/s113/mphoto%252BA2A%252Bsmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QUtCpqFCyDc/SKGwPxlEjhI/AAAAAAAABAE/Xd-lFjPOSGs/s72-c/Lavendar+Fields+Canvas.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>