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This is the time of year where my domestic instincts take over. Comfort food bubbles on the stove and I dig out the yarn and needles and settle down by the fire. I also venture out in the yard to do some much needed work. I know I am SO SQUARE! But I love this time of year, how it rolls naturally into the holiday season, where, in spite of whatever problems there are in my life, a feeling of peace, joy and hope wash over everything, making it feel sparkly and new.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hubby is the opposite, he's prone to stress and it really gets to him over the fall and winter season. I always feel bad that he can't just give in to all the good things and overlook the bad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429794064558783950-6743645390541306270?l=mizzmarycontrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The kids and I all look forward to Sundays!&amp;nbsp; It's nice to go to the library and be focused on helping the little ones find a book that they are REALLY going to love or discovering a new series for the older kids that we can all read together and talk about afterward.&amp;nbsp; It also gives me more insight into their interests.&amp;nbsp; The kids choose&amp;nbsp; differently when they aren't being influenced by a sibling.&amp;nbsp; Then they bring home their books and it's interesting to see them share what they like with the other kids.&amp;nbsp; I think it opens doors that might not be discovered, otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My father was one of thirteen children.&amp;nbsp; Growing up, I never thought about how hard things must have been for my grandmother.&amp;nbsp; Times were hard and just surviving was a constant struggle.&amp;nbsp; She was an expert at making things stretch, organizing, and multitasking and she often did all of this with at least one baby on her hip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the last year I have thought about her quite a bit.&amp;nbsp; Faced with my own trials, I have had to push forward in faith more than ever before.&amp;nbsp; I have had to put on a smile and keep a positive attitude while one bad thing after another came flying at us at the speed of light.&amp;nbsp; I learned to think outside the box, scrimp, save and make old things new again.&amp;nbsp; Above all I learned how important sacrifice and compromise are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma mastered all of these skills and without the added benefit of the technology and medical adavances we have today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;She was amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrloKxHyZiA/TFBlSOsBeHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EmeMWKN6smA/s1600/4597877880_ca9feaec9c_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrloKxHyZiA/TFBlSOsBeHI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EmeMWKN6smA/s400/4597877880_ca9feaec9c_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family on Mother's Day 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrloKxHyZiA/TFBlO7riVFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UgXViUepcmM/s1600/38793_140176629340751_100000452438912_304130_6719934_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RrloKxHyZiA/TFBlO7riVFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UgXViUepcmM/s320/38793_140176629340751_100000452438912_304130_6719934_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and just a few of her kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I draw from her strength through these troubled times.&amp;nbsp; I feel her over my shoulder, nodding in approval at the choices I make.&amp;nbsp; I hope I make her proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dh reminds me that someday I have grandchildren to look forward to (please GOD let that be a loooong way off!) so until they come along I am just gonna baby my kids, whether they like it or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429794064558783950-6608922665535870174?l=mizzmarycontrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NtfGsBPcBoY7I8oCyyKqLglLSYs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NtfGsBPcBoY7I8oCyyKqLglLSYs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAProfessionalMommy/~4/5B9zkXo9YDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mizzmarycontrary.blogspot.com/feeds/6608922665535870174/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3429794064558783950&amp;postID=6608922665535870174" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429794064558783950/posts/default/6608922665535870174?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429794064558783950/posts/default/6608922665535870174?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAProfessionalMommy/~3/5B9zkXo9YDk/baby-bug.html" title="The Baby Bug" /><author><name>mizzmarycontrary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997826064502305446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RrloKxHyZiA/R13ZHDsbSsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BT8A1meHmxM/S220/myprofile1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mizzmarycontrary.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-bug.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GRno4cCp7ImA9WxFaF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429794064558783950.post-6454813316982021777</id><published>2010-07-21T23:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:42:07.438-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-21T23:42:07.438-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ideas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="negativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change" /><title>I Am Empowered!</title><content type="html">I remember as a child I truly thought I could change the world.  Of course, back then, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;romaticized&lt;/span&gt; being an adult and assumed that adults could control everything more effectively than a child could.  It didn't take me long to realize how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; I was.  Over the years I learned that you can't control your circumstances at all.  Things happen!  Jobs get lost, money gets tight, people get sick, couples break up.  Theses are the times when we feel most helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to huff and puff and blame the world for how it wronged you.  But if you do that you never grow. True power is facing difficult situations with a positive attitude!  This is when you truly grow.  I have been witnessing some "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;growth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" going on around me lately and it has caused me to take a step back and realize that, though I can't control what happens to me, I can control how I respond to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to put this into practice.  My hope is that by approaching tough situations with a positive outlook, I can help at least one person do that same, and it will have a ripple effect down the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I am still trying to change the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429794064558783950-6454813316982021777?l=mizzmarycontrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A lot has happened around here since my last post and in all honesty I was sort of afraid of posting and it turning into a bit of a rant.  I don't want to come off like I am unhappy (because in spite of everything I feel incredibly blessed) so I just refrained until I could explain it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we are all fine. Kids and parents are all alive and kicking and doing well on the health front. We have gone full force into our homeschooling this year and I am seeing progress. I am working continuously on our curriculum this year, adding things that are helpful, yet fun for the kids. The girls are doing our version of Princess Academy. Learning various housekeeping skills on top of crocheting, needlepoint, ettiquette, etc. So far it's been a fun experience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are working on some guy things too, this year. proper use of tools, vehicle maintenance, etc. it gives them a chance to break away from the girls for a bit and spend some more bonding time with Chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been working more on bible studies and speech with the boys. I am utilizing the things I learned last year from our speech therapist and they boys seem to enjoy it. Our pediatrician told me that he understands their speech more clearly this year than last year so I am just going to keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the not so great news. If you have read my blog this year then you know that it has been a rough year around here with the car accident in May, and lack of hours at work. Chad was laid off in the middle of August to add to the fun. Sadly, the company he was working for closed it's doors two weeks after they let him go. He's still looking for work and we are praying that he finds something that won't take him away for us for weeks at a time. I'd appreciate any prayers you could send up on our behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, we are both pretty peacefull about the situation. As dire as it seems to not have a job in this recession. GOD has done an awesome job of seeing us through so far. I have faith that he will continue to do so. My prayer is that not only will he open a door for Chad, but that he will open THE door that brings him peace and happiness. He has been miserable at work for the last year, and it would be wonderful for him to find something that he really enjoys doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, we are learning to make the most of our time with the kids.  Finding low cost (or free) activities with the kids.  The weather's changing so we are both venturing into the kitchen a bit more and enjoying more sit down dinners with the kids.  This was hard when he was working crazy hours, the kids were sometimes heading to bed when he walked through the dor or he was heading to bed really early because he had to work a graveyard shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the update, times are hard, money's tight, but were remain faithful that this is GOD's plan for us and we are patiently waiting to see what HE is going to do through us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429794064558783950-2280018931661703480?l=mizzmarycontrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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WOW!</title><content type="html">In the spirit of being brutally honest about my life with seven children....I thought I would start off with 10 confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As much as I love to fake it, I am not nor will I ever be Supermom.  If you show up and my house is clean, it's only because I saw you pull up in the driveway and I shoved the toys, trash, and eight loads of laundry in the oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No matter how much I smile at the supermarket with my family, I am probably one step away from going postal on my kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am naturally lazy. If there is a way to get my house clean, kids fed, pets cleaned up after from the comfort of my desk chair (playing on facebook, of course) I will find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I procrastinate A LOT! I will look at and plan a project for days (or longer) if I can get away with it.  No matter how small the project.  Unfortunately this bites me in the butt at holidays and other special occasions.  I make a hundred totally wonderful plans and then keep figuring I'll do them tomorrow.  Before I know it it's April of the next year and I didn't do any of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have an extremely short attention span.  If I see an idea that looks interesting I am totally on the bandwagon...for about a week!  Then it's back to procrastination and laziness!  To combat this, I need to be kept in check and held accountable!  This is why I workout with hubby and belong to a homeschooling group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a wonderful sense of adventure.....but it is always followed by logic and doubt.  For instance if I hear someone talking about how great it is where they live, I am ready to pack up and move at a moment's notice.  But if given just a nanosecond longer to think about it I talk myself out of it.  It drives my kids crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love my family  more than I could ever imagine and always will.  But there are days I don't &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; one or all of them very much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Even though technically we are dealing with it now with a couple of the kids....I dread dealing with puberty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. As much as I swore I would never do it, I let the dvd player babysit my kids occasionally.  That's at least an hour and a half to actually finish a thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon with more to share! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hugs!&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429794064558783950-1380960909742055902?l=mizzmarycontrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It began Monday evening when Chad found out the contest that he has been seriously training for five months for got cancelled do to a recall and legal issues for the sponsors. He has truly busted his rear to get into shape for this and it has kept him (and his supportive wife, yours truly) motivated to drag our tired butts into the gym five nights a week on top of the five mornings a week he did before work. Boy did that take the air out of his sails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday afternoon, we had a tiny misunderstanding with the water company. We thought we had paid the bill and they so very graciously informed us that we hadn't......by shutting off the water! So we promptly paid the bill over the phone only to be told there were cutbacks at the water company and they didn't have a dispatcher so they couldn't give us an absolute time when they would be there just that it would be by 6 pm. This was at 1 pm! For almost five hours I sat here with seven children, and no water. OH JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was uneventful, went to the park with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning Chad wakes me to kiss me goodbye for work....fifteen minutes later the phone rings, "Honey, you're gonna love this one," he says, "First of all I am fine, but I wrecked my truck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say if there are words that will pull you right out of dreamland those are the ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out he is fine. The truck is bent up but he managed to drive it home, he's not at fault at all and the other car was REALLY wrecked. So he spent the entire day trying to get everything sorted out and a rental in place before he had to be to work on Monday....unfortunately, the insurance company had different ideas. They told us they weren't even dealing with the situation until they had a police report in hand or their client could speak to them with a clear head (she had an anxiety attack and was a bit looped out when she called the insurance company so they weren't relying on the info she gave). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning (AKA Chad's birthday) his boss calls promptly at 8 am (so much for letting the birthday boy sleep in after his crappy day before) to find out if Chad would mind going back to being a stocker. Let me remind you that the stocker position was likely responsible for the two surgeries he underwent last year. Chad told him he would go wherever they needed him but he wasn't crazy about beating his body up anymore. Long story short, they were eliminating his office position and the stocker position was his only option if he wanted to remain an employee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Friday we managed to get an insurance inspector out to look at the truck, the insurance company still wasn't budging on liability because apparently the other party was "in a fog" the day of the accident and doesn't remember exactly what went down that day. The inspector called us about two hours later to tell us that they were probably just going to total it out. If you look at the truck, it is in no way totalled. A new radiator and possibly a fan and them body work. But with the economy the way it is apparently parts cost three times as much so they are going to cut their losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know how much they are planning to pay for the truck. But we are seriously praying it covers what we owe on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pause........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focus.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wierd but I really can't get worked up over all of the uncertainty of these events. I can hear GOD speaking to me in every event. The contest is HIM telling us to focus on taking care of ourselves so that we may be more efficient in what we are put here to do. Not to focus so much on attention or a prize, but to find peace in feeling better and being healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water situation was a nudge to me to take more of an active interest in our finances. For too long I have left the bookkeeping up to Chad because it was the easier thing to do. When the water was shut off I had no clue where to even find the bill to call. This is truly something I can take off of his hands to make his life a little less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accident was a push to simplify. We have been over extended for quite a while and it was a littl silly to have a "bought and paid for" vehicle sitting in the driveway for most of the day doing nothing while we financed one for Chad to get to work. When we actually did the math on how much the truck was costing us every month (payments, gas,upkeep, insurance and registration), this actually will free up close to 800 dollars a month (assuming the insurance company truly pays it off, but I am not gonna worry because I am not in control, GOD is!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The switch to the stocker position is a blessing in disguise too. It came with a significant raise and possible overtime every week (they weren't even giving Chad a full forty hours a week in the office until just recently). He is in far better shape now than he was when he last worked in this position, so he's not as likely to get seriously hurt just from the job itself. Last, the hours are very early in the morning until early after noon, so he is home to hang with the kids and I more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A further note on simplifying.....The money for Dish network ended up going to turn the water back on so bright and early on Mother's Day we had no tv.....Chad made a trip to WalMart to purchase an $8 antenna and I now can watch all my local stations in high definition! I get a better picture on my TV now than I did with Dish &lt;strong&gt;FOR FREE&lt;/strong&gt;(and yes it's a digital tv so it's gonna be that way even after all the networks switch)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am content, Chad is not hurt, there is nothing that has been taken from us that we can't live without. We can take this time to enjoy the simple things....kids running in the sprinklers on a hot day, a bedtime story, the smell of bread baking and the love and laughter shared around the dinner table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems we still have all of the essentials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429794064558783950-6312112253935624399?l=mizzmarycontrary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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