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Haven&#39;t done one of these in awhile.&amp;nbsp; Hmm.. well, I&#39;m getting old.. or, oldER.&amp;nbsp; And have been needing my glasses a lot lately.&amp;nbsp; But today.. I wore them only for the sheer purpose of trying to take away (aka distract)&amp;nbsp;the redness and the swelling of my eyes.&amp;nbsp; And also maybe help ignore the fact that I didn&#39;t put any face make-up on today.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not sure if it really helped disguise my naked face, but as long as it makes me feel that way, and feel better about myself.. that&#39;s all that matters right?&lt;br /&gt;
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How do you be thankful, when you feel like your world is crumbling around you?&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I have a right to question Him... question Him for the things that have happened and/or happening. I am so thankful that we&amp;nbsp;decided to go to&amp;nbsp;church last night.&amp;nbsp; There was a guest speaker and besides that fact that he was very entertaining and made us all laugh... he was a very good speaker and he spoke in such a way that I was completely intrigued with what he had to say.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We have no idea why God does the things He does.&amp;nbsp; But He has a reason.&amp;nbsp; God would never throw anything your way that you aren&#39;t capable of handling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a small preview of what I found to mean the most and hit home:&lt;br /&gt;
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Sy Rogers&amp;nbsp;interprets the verse above that&amp;nbsp;the point God is trying to make is that&lt;br /&gt;
-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God is the sovereign Lord of the Universe, and everything that happens in it, happens under his watch; under his jurisdiction.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;s the God that let my mom be diagnosed with cancer, and die 2 years later.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;s the God that lets people get raped,&amp;nbsp;lets earthquakes kill people, and&amp;nbsp;tsunamis wash away homes.&amp;nbsp; The question most people have... why does he allow both the good and the bad?&amp;nbsp; Sy said, &quot;Since God is sovereign, God is responsible for everything... therefore, blame God, because in your heart you already do.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Sy stated that he doesn&#39;t think God gets mad that we question him, because God is not petty and his ego is not threatened when we do not understand what God has allowed.&amp;nbsp; Bottom line - God is responsible, that&#39;s what this verse says.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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God&amp;nbsp;incarnated human flesh and became one of us so he could die for us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
God made humanity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
He made Adam and Eve. &lt;br /&gt;
He gave them free will.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
He tested them in the garden and allowed them to go under the pressure of temptation, and God allowed them to choose wrongly - which resulted the &quot;busload of humanity to drive right over the cliff into&amp;nbsp;all manner of suffering and death&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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And this same God that allowed them to do that, stepped back into time, appeared as the baby Jesus and grew up for the purpose of dying, and therefore; Jesus on the&amp;nbsp;cross is Gods way of&amp;nbsp;saying, &quot;I started this, I&amp;nbsp; allowed this to go off track, I will personally pay the price to FIX it.&amp;nbsp; You can&#39;t and I can.. and I will, because I am for responsible for what&#39;s mine, so I will fix it and redeem it.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Sy ended this part of his sermon. by saying:&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t shake your fist at God and accuse him.&amp;nbsp; Open your fist and say -You are the God of justice, and justice says we matter to You, and You are the God that says You are responsible for what belongs to &lt;br /&gt;
You&amp;nbsp;- God hears your cry...and I believe he will write redemptive chapters if you do not divorce him, but give him opportunity to prove how responsible he could be for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talk about the perfect timing to hear him speak, and talk about the perfect topic.&amp;nbsp; Below is the video of his sermon.&amp;nbsp; This part of his speech can be forwarded to 43:25.&amp;nbsp; But if you have time, I highly recommend you watch the entire thing.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; mozallowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://player.vimeo.com/video/33750905?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&quot; webkitallowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://vimeo.com/33750905&quot;&gt;Clearwater pt 3 - Sy Rogeres&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href=&quot;http://vimeo.com/crtv&quot;&gt;Crossroads Christian Church&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href=&quot;http://vimeo.com/&quot;&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7427649250373222807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/12/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/7427649250373222807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/7427649250373222807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279702332462150840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59CA7SP4-roRgEfgCFIaaOWjASaaeRa26cR2wHjj8mqFndTrlV0NJM2Xz-jK-_Okx6dBIGF1QvJ0aF8RaUrL_9NTIkJuA3me0zXrWWAXmJ7U-H5hF5wk1V1--nR5mEA/s220/mm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587290423462608999.post-842721660479991695</id><published>2011-12-13T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:10:14.108-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational Tuesdays"/><title type='text'>He keeps me going....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. - Isaiah 41:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I love the fact that Saturday, I was wishing it was Wednesday already.&amp;nbsp; Why, you ask? Cause I wanted to go back to Crossroads/Generate, or even church in general.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I find myself reading what I&#39;ve wrote, or analyzing my thoughts (sounds weird, but I do it)... and I amaze myself about how much I&#39;ve changed.&amp;nbsp; Spiritually.&amp;nbsp; Never in a million years would I have thought that I&#39;d ever be where I am now... looking forward to church, getting mad at myself for falling asleep without praying, asking to keep my family safe&amp;nbsp;and thanking God for everything that I have.&amp;nbsp; I am truly blessed that with the loss of my Mom... I have found God.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve never voiced this to anyone, but since my Mom passed, every time I&amp;nbsp;walk into a&amp;nbsp;church - I feel closer to her,&amp;nbsp;and also obviously closer to Him.&amp;nbsp; I may feel closer to her because the last few weeks she was alive, we prayed a lot as a family..? I&#39;m not entirely sure.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I feel closer to her because I know she&#39;s with Him.&amp;nbsp; And there we are, worshiping Him, praising Him.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t explain the feeling, the reasoning... but I know I feel it, I feel her.&amp;nbsp; I find myself at almost every service I&#39;ve attended since she&#39;s passed.. I find myself holding back tears... holding back from looking like the weird girl who&#39;s crying over something that&#39;s not even emotional in church. LOL I laugh, but it&#39;s true.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Through all the struggles that comes with losing a parent (and being the oldest)... The financial part of it, the emotional part of it, the part where you now have to act like a mature adult and help parent your younger under aged siblings.. I have told many and have thought everyday.. &quot;It&#39;s in God&#39;s hands.&quot;&amp;nbsp; He knows what he&#39;s doing, and there are certain circumstances that there is nothing, absolutely nothing you can do about it, and all you can do...is pray.&amp;nbsp; You don&#39;t realize the hardship that comes along with losing a parent, until you&#39;re put into the situation.&amp;nbsp; And I am so glad that not only do I have my closest friends and family... but if I hadn&#39;t/haven&#39;t been looking up to God and knowing/feeling Him help me get through this, I honestly believe that I would be a complete mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I find this inspirational. It keeps me going.&amp;nbsp; He keeps me going.&amp;nbsp; I hope others who are struggling with life can find the comfort that I have with Him, surrendering to Him.. knowing he is control, and he&#39;ll take care of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.&amp;nbsp; - Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you Christmas? Do you remember? The one you used to know....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&#39;m not the same one, see what the time&#39;s done... is that why you have, let me go?&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I cry every time I hear this song.&amp;nbsp; As much as I&#39;d like to be in the Christmas spirit, I can&#39;t lie and say that I am.&amp;nbsp; I feel like boycotting Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I try to listen to Christmas music, I&#39;ve tried to make my Christmas gifts, I&#39;ve tried to enjoy everything that comes along with the holidays.. and it&#39;s really hard.&amp;nbsp; Christmas was my Mom&#39;s holiday.&amp;nbsp; Well... every holiday was my Mom&#39;s holiday.&amp;nbsp; She always went all out for everything.&amp;nbsp; But, I&#39;m dreading the holiday traditions.&amp;nbsp; Absolutely dreading it.&amp;nbsp; We normally have our tree by now, but with my Dad out of town working.. it&#39;s put a damper on getting the tree (definitely NOT complaining).&amp;nbsp; Decorating the house was never really a tradition that our ENTIRE family was involved in together... it was actually my Mom and Melissa&#39;s thing.&amp;nbsp; But picking out the tree, and decorating it.&amp;nbsp; Has been a tradition as long as I can remember.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t think any of us have EVER missed a year.&amp;nbsp; This is our first Christmas without my mom... and also my brother (who was deployed to Japan 2 weeks ago, and won&#39;t be returning until June or July).&amp;nbsp; This is also the first Christmas without my newly married sister in the house (they are coming over in the morning, but they&#39;re still not going to be here like usual).&amp;nbsp; There is so much change, so much that is different.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s really hard to cope with it.&amp;nbsp; The hard part is trying to stay positive and keep up the tradition and be strong for Melissa (my youngest sister).&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been able to voice it out loud in front of her that I&#39;m dreading getting/decorating a tree... but as I sit here right now, in an empty house.. I feel like I can finally let out all the tears and have my hour of weakness before I have to go pick her up from practice.&amp;nbsp; It is unbelievably hard waking up every morning and coming downstairs to see the house decorated with all of her holiday signs that she painted, or all of her figurines that she ALWAYS put out EVERY year.&amp;nbsp; If this is hard... I really don&#39;t want to have a tree (How sad is that? That I don&#39;t want a Christmas tree?&amp;nbsp; Can&#39;t we just pile all the presents on one of the couches?)&amp;nbsp; Our tradition of picking out a tree ALWAYS consisted of all of us kids, yelling out &quot;FLOCK YOU&quot;, &quot;FLOCK THIS,&quot; &quot;THIS IS A FLOCKING GREAT TREE&quot;... anywhere we can stick the word &quot;flock&quot; and make it sound like an inappropriate word.. we would.&amp;nbsp; And this always consisted of Dad laughing at us, and my mom yelling and shushing us, and us laughing.&amp;nbsp; As much as she pretended to be mad, embarrassed, or whatever it may have been... we would always catch her laughing and smiling.&amp;nbsp; Then decorating the tree... I sort of feel guilty here because the last year or&amp;nbsp;two I really didn&#39;t cooperate much.. although I sat and watched and was still present... I didn&#39;t help really.&amp;nbsp; I used the excuse that my ornaments were packed up in my &quot;apartment&quot; boxes (because I had anticipated being out the house the last 2 years).&amp;nbsp; Every year, Mom would sit in her chair.. we would bring her the 3 or 4 tubs of ornaments (after Robby &amp;amp; Dad strung the lights on the tree).. she&#39;d give us our boxes that included our own individual ornaments we had received over the years.. and after we hung those up...&amp;nbsp;one by one she handed us hers and my Dads ornaments that she wanted on the tree.&amp;nbsp; Another reason why I&#39;m dreading this... she wont be there lecturing me on how I should decorate the tree, she won&#39;t be there handing everyone the ornaments, she won&#39;t be there to witness our annual sibling tree photo montage.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s honestly heart-breaking just thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; So as I sit here, shaking my head... I know it&#39;s something that we&#39;re going to do.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m shaking my head thinking I&#39;m not strong enough for this... but I know I have to be.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m shaking my head knowing I&#39;m going to be an emotional wreck and I can&#39;t come off as the older stronger sister.&amp;nbsp; And I&#39;m shaking my head knowing that my mom wouldn&#39;t want me dreading our normal traditions.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this song, I can&#39;t say that the whole song applies to me.&amp;nbsp; But the lyrics I posted above were the ones that hit home.&amp;nbsp; My world is changing (in many other aspects than family).&amp;nbsp; And I&#39;m rearranging (trying to cope with the loss of my mother, trying to cope not having my brother around cause he&#39;s on deployment, etc.)... but unfortunately, it changes Christmas... this year and all that follows.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;re definitely going to keep up the old traditions, but new traditions are going to take place as well.&amp;nbsp; And it&#39;s just something that we&#39;re all going to have to get used to, no matter how hard it may be.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s hard to get in the Christmas spirit.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I&#39;m doing everything I can to avoid doing anything Christmasy.&amp;nbsp; I had an hour to wrap Christmas presents or make Christmas gifts.. and instead I&#39;m sitting here venting (which I probably needed), or I&#39;m just procrastinating.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not to sound like a broken record, but my advice to all my readers... live your life to the fullest.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t skip a beat.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy your holiday traditions.&amp;nbsp; You will never know what God has in store for you or your family - embrace it!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/3811864907024551554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-world-is-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/3811864907024551554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/3811864907024551554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-world-is-changing.html' title='My World is Changing...'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279702332462150840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59CA7SP4-roRgEfgCFIaaOWjASaaeRa26cR2wHjj8mqFndTrlV0NJM2Xz-jK-_Okx6dBIGF1QvJ0aF8RaUrL_9NTIkJuA3me0zXrWWAXmJ7U-H5hF5wk1V1--nR5mEA/s220/mm2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/cSMjgNMdzEI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587290423462608999.post-6860261771114789206</id><published>2011-11-28T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:22:33.779-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musical Mondays"/><title type='text'>Spare me what you think, &amp; tell me a lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/FzdHEEpWDaA?fs=1&quot; width=&quot;459&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/6860261771114789206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/11/spare-me-what-you-think-tell-me-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/6860261771114789206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/6860261771114789206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/11/spare-me-what-you-think-tell-me-lie.html' title='Spare me what you think, &amp; tell me a lie.'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279702332462150840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59CA7SP4-roRgEfgCFIaaOWjASaaeRa26cR2wHjj8mqFndTrlV0NJM2Xz-jK-_Okx6dBIGF1QvJ0aF8RaUrL_9NTIkJuA3me0zXrWWAXmJ7U-H5hF5wk1V1--nR5mEA/s220/mm2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/FzdHEEpWDaA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587290423462608999.post-5505286301979277807</id><published>2011-11-10T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:24:30.901-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thankful Thursdays"/><title type='text'>Live, Love, Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I&#39;m laying&amp;nbsp;on my bed after cleaning up my room, catching up with an old friend that I haven&#39;t talked to or seen in FOREVER, now&amp;nbsp;blasting my music...&amp;nbsp; I finally sit and chill for the first time today...and am thankful to sit and breathe.&amp;nbsp; Then I start considering my topic for today&#39;s blog.&amp;nbsp; What am I thankful for.. what should I write about?&amp;nbsp; I can be&amp;nbsp;superficial and be thankful my nail lady was able to squeeze me in and fix a broken nail, I can be materialistic and be thankful for my phone or my car.&amp;nbsp; But in reality, none of this stuff matters.&amp;nbsp; My phone, my car,&amp;nbsp;my computer, my shoes, my clothes, my handbags, all the money in the world... could be gone, taken away - and I&#39;d still be thankful.&amp;nbsp; I think I&#39;ve wrote about this before, but I can&#39;t stress it enough.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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There are no amount of words to express how thankful I am for LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;(Quick thought: a quote from my favorite movie came in mind right now - &lt;strong&gt;&quot;You have more than enough personalities to keep me completely occupied!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I know I&#39;ve been on an emotional rollercoaster.&amp;nbsp; But I didn&#39;t want to give any of you the impression that I&#39;m depressed and hating life.&amp;nbsp; Though I&#39;m lost and confused most of the time, I&#39;m still me.&amp;nbsp; I know this is my life, and God has already planned it out.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m just along for the ride.&amp;nbsp; But you will notice my good and bad days through my writing - I think.&amp;nbsp; I know I can tell. That quote just stuck out cause I can imagine&amp;nbsp;you (my readers) thinking, &quot;oh my, she&#39;s gone of the loony bin.. first shes complaining about her life, and now she&#39;s thankful for it&quot; LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Life.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful for it.&amp;nbsp; It can be taken away from you in minutes, months, years...whatever your destiny may be.&amp;nbsp; Live your life to the fullest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Be thankful your alive to see your parents grow old together, or your children grow up.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful you can hug the people who you love.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful your alive to experience love, laughter, sadness, etc.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful your alive to see the sun, the rain.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful that you can see, taste, hear, smell... be thankful for every single breath you take.&amp;nbsp; NEVER take it for granted.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t ever forget to say those three&amp;nbsp;simple words to the people who you love the most.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother was always my inspiration (and still is), but she was my inspiration for tonights post.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t think people realize what can be taken away from them.&amp;nbsp; Part of me thinks that the last few years of my life would have been different if I would have known that my mom was going to pass away this year.&amp;nbsp; I would have told her I loved her more, I would have fought with her less, I would have listened to her more.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m guilty of all of these, and fortunately I&#39;m smart enough to not let the past hurt me, or make me have any regrets.&amp;nbsp; My mother and I had an amazing relationship/friendship.&amp;nbsp; I know she knew that&amp;nbsp;I loved her and that she was my best friend.&amp;nbsp; She told me she knew in one of the last conversations I had with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what it this all comes down to... point blank, love the people in your life and don&#39;t take them for granted... and while doing so.. live your life to the fullest.&amp;nbsp; Live without regrets.&amp;nbsp; The way I&#39;m living my life to the fullest right now.. I&#39;m getting to know God, spending more time with Him, listening to Him and trying to figure out His next move for my life. I&#39;ve surrounded myself with positive, happy, non-judgemental people; people who I know I can count on 100%, people who make me smile and laugh.&amp;nbsp;No regrets.&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m just living the life. Taking one day at a time, living it like it&#39;s my last. I wish you will all do the same.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5505286301979277807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-laying-my-bed-after-cleaning-up-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/5505286301979277807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/5505286301979277807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-laying-my-bed-after-cleaning-up-my.html' title='Live, Love, Laugh'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279702332462150840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59CA7SP4-roRgEfgCFIaaOWjASaaeRa26cR2wHjj8mqFndTrlV0NJM2Xz-jK-_Okx6dBIGF1QvJ0aF8RaUrL_9NTIkJuA3me0zXrWWAXmJ7U-H5hF5wk1V1--nR5mEA/s220/mm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587290423462608999.post-4003185350924206397</id><published>2011-11-09T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:22:43.394-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wednesdays Whine"/><title type='text'>SWG... Sleep, Work, Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I was thinking of changing my Wednesdays... to Weird Wednesdays instead of Wednesdays Whine.&amp;nbsp; Only because I hate when people whine, and I hate when I&#39;m one of those whiny people.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m trying to change my outlook on life... trying to look at everything with a positive outlook, make a difficult/sucky situation into a positive.&amp;nbsp; As hard as it may be.. I&#39;m trying.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m going to whine today.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m exhausted.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sleeping very well lately, so well.. that it puts me into an acomma, and it&#39;s very hard for me to wake-up... I&#39;m sleeping so hard that my body aches cause I don&#39;t move during the middle of the night.&amp;nbsp; But am I exhausted from too much sleep, or not enough? Tricky question, right?&amp;nbsp; So aside from sleeping... Work.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been complaining for the last month or so, because half my time that I normally spend in my office is being spent as a cashier.&amp;nbsp; I stopped being a cashier like 4 years ago... so I was becoming a little overwhelmed trying to handle my office work on top of the &quot;cashier&quot; duties.&amp;nbsp; (It&#39;s actually time wasted sitting up at the front counter, doing tedious tasks and taking peoples money... I&#39;ll be honest and think my time is worth more than that).&amp;nbsp; So.. Monday comes around and am asked to take on the responsibilities of future events/promotions (since I am an &#39;event expert&#39;).&amp;nbsp; I accept the responsibilities, and am now coordinating the marketing/advertising aspect, the food, vendors, etc for all future events.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately there is only one event/promo every other month.. but being that we&#39;re in the middle of an event this week, I&#39;m now trying to prepare food/event info for Saturday, on top of trying to find a printer and get mailers sent out in the next week or so for Black Friday... and also trying to plan our annual&amp;nbsp;Christmas party...&amp;nbsp;ON TOP of my normal day-to-day stuff, AND cashiering.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday rolls around, and I&#39;m told/asked if I can train cashiers today.&amp;nbsp; WOOOHOOOO!! This means, I am no longer going to be spending every morning dealing with customers and can go back to enjoying sitting in my chair in my warm office with my coffee not dealing with customers asking retarded questions. ;) LOL&amp;nbsp; I would have to say, the last 2 days have flown by rather quickly at work.. training 2 girls (who are being called my minions), and handling event stuff (which I obviously love.. )﻿, and then my normal day-to-day stuff... I can say there was a lot of pausing and trying to remember what I&#39;m doing, a lot of &#39;sighing&#39; the last 2 days.&amp;nbsp; But... I think I work best when I&#39;m busy.&amp;nbsp; I stay awake. LOL&amp;nbsp; So we&#39;ll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can I also whine about the gym? I&#39;ve been trying to go, and to be honest... ok.. honestly, I&#39;m not trying to go. LOL&amp;nbsp;I want to go.. but I&#39;m so tired by the time I get home, I&#39;d rather not be there.&amp;nbsp; I have absolutely NO motivation.&amp;nbsp; But I did stand on the scale the other day... and I&#39;m blaming my emotional eating habits on the older generation of my family.&amp;nbsp; Moms side, or Dads side.. I don&#39;t care.&amp;nbsp; I blame them.&amp;nbsp; I haven&#39;t weighed or been to the gym since August, and.. I&#39;ve totally packed on a few pounds the last few months (the month before mom passed, the month of, and the month after).&amp;nbsp; Is it wrong to blame her? Just kidding... (Dads sick humor.. sorry if that was inappropriate.)&amp;nbsp; Anywho.. motivation, is needed.&amp;nbsp; Anyone have any ideas? LOL&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4003185350924206397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/11/swg-sleep-work-gym.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/4003185350924206397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/4003185350924206397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/11/swg-sleep-work-gym.html' title='SWG... Sleep, Work, Gym'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279702332462150840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59CA7SP4-roRgEfgCFIaaOWjASaaeRa26cR2wHjj8mqFndTrlV0NJM2Xz-jK-_Okx6dBIGF1QvJ0aF8RaUrL_9NTIkJuA3me0zXrWWAXmJ7U-H5hF5wk1V1--nR5mEA/s220/mm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587290423462608999.post-5013080378473164612</id><published>2011-11-08T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:19:56.132-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational Tuesdays"/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;https://picasaweb.google.com/109247071359070906044/SweetLittleNothings?authkey=Gv1sRgCITC2YLH0aKq1QE#5672892425386575074&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xlKOYdHW_Lqz8QvV_Ql4XKE4giApQexZbWv1dSdrtbu7Dnjy2TpLwanW9pYEts-RZAIr0MDqdpkFGLVDtiU7J2kO1g-m4Cm6vLwBmxOMxoRnFyI_EclR27a9VxN8TSG26Ne6szrlKbKQ/s288/8.jpg&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; width=&#39;187&#39; height=&#39;281&#39; style=&#39;margin:5px&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/5013080378473164612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/11/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/5013080378473164612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/5013080378473164612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/11/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279702332462150840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59CA7SP4-roRgEfgCFIaaOWjASaaeRa26cR2wHjj8mqFndTrlV0NJM2Xz-jK-_Okx6dBIGF1QvJ0aF8RaUrL_9NTIkJuA3me0zXrWWAXmJ7U-H5hF5wk1V1--nR5mEA/s220/mm2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xlKOYdHW_Lqz8QvV_Ql4XKE4giApQexZbWv1dSdrtbu7Dnjy2TpLwanW9pYEts-RZAIr0MDqdpkFGLVDtiU7J2kO1g-m4Cm6vLwBmxOMxoRnFyI_EclR27a9VxN8TSG26Ne6szrlKbKQ/s72-c/8.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587290423462608999.post-6812100502561070986</id><published>2011-11-07T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:01:19.522-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musical Mondays"/><title type='text'>It&#39;ll Be Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;This song has been on repeat for the past week. Definitely has helped me get through a couple rough days. Just wanted to share. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your knuckles are bruised from a losing fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One way down a dead end street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think the day won&#39;t break the sunless night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun will rise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So hard to believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And now I feel like it&#39;s all gone... for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;
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My perfect family is now just my family, because how can it be perfect without my mom.&amp;nbsp; My amazing friends,&amp;nbsp;are still amazing people... some of us have gone our separate ways, which has been&amp;nbsp;decided that its for the best.&amp;nbsp; We each have our own lives, our&amp;nbsp;own families, our own priorities... so even though a small handful of them are still a major part of my life, it&#39;s not what I&#39;m used to.&amp;nbsp; My heart.. I believe it deserves&amp;nbsp;to be loved as much as it loves...&amp;nbsp;my heart wants more than what it&#39;s been given.&amp;nbsp; My plan&amp;nbsp;for my life&amp;nbsp;is no longer in effect due to the fact of not knowing what I want to do with myself.&amp;nbsp; What I want, who I&amp;nbsp;am... I&#39;m now trying to figure that out... AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;
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What have I found through all this?&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve found God... so as much as I cry, as much as I&#39;m lost, confused, and numb.&amp;nbsp; I know I have Him by my side.&amp;nbsp; I know I have an amazing support system, my family &amp;amp; extended family.&amp;nbsp; I know I have a good handful of friends, who God has chosen to stand by my side through the bazillion emotional ups and downs I have been faced with, which I thank Him everyday for.&amp;nbsp; I know I have been blessed with many talents, so I have the option to choose which to perfect and try to make a career out of. &amp;nbsp;I have no restrictions, I&#39;m open to change.. new relationships/friendships, new career choice, new life.&amp;nbsp; As much as it all scares me, I have no other choice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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What once was, has come and gone.&amp;nbsp; I feel the chapter has ended.&amp;nbsp; And a new one has begun.&amp;nbsp; Scary yet exciting, sad yet happy.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell I&#39;m having mixed emotions?&lt;br /&gt;
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I posted today on Facebook, that I keep being told that I&#39;m such a strong person, and that I&amp;nbsp;beg to differ.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
My aunt then responded, &quot;If you are able to hear that you are strong and give it thought, you must be strong.&amp;nbsp; Because only the weak throw in the towel and bury their heads.&amp;nbsp; Someday you will be on the other side of every situation you face and see how you got through it and finally see what everyone else sees in you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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People&amp;nbsp;ask me how I do it, how I stay so strong, and honestly.. I don&#39;t know.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m numb.&amp;nbsp; I feel that I&#39;m breaking, wishing to go back to what once was, wanting to go back to when I felt I was the happiest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But deep down I know I won&#39;t benefit from it, and it obviously doesn&#39;t work that way.&amp;nbsp; It feels like every morning I wake&amp;nbsp;up, and paste a smile on my face and act like everything&#39;s okay.&amp;nbsp; There are a few people in my life that when I talk to, or hang around... that I completely feel myself again, I forget all the crap I&#39;m going through, all the craziness.&amp;nbsp; I need to find more people like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, in reality.&amp;nbsp; How am I doing? Crappy.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m trying so hard to look at the positive side of things... &lt;br /&gt;
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I lost my mom, I found God.&lt;br /&gt;
I lost some friends, I&#39;m finding new ones.&lt;br /&gt;
I lost a love, I&#39;ll find one better.&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I had a plan, God is directing me to a different one.&lt;br /&gt;
I had a career in mind, maybe that&#39;s what I&#39;m not meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I keep telling myself the same thing I&#39;ve told many friends over the past few years...&lt;br /&gt;
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Go visit and see some of the items I&#39;ve been working on!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.etsy.com/shop/SweeetLittleNothings?ref=seller_info&quot;&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/SweeetLittleNothings?ref=seller_info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe because I&#39;m super overwhelmed with life itself right now... not knowing where my path is leading, normally having a planned life (or I&#39;d like to think so) and not having a plan right now.. is driving me insane.&amp;nbsp; When life throws curve balls, or should I say, when God throws curve balls...&amp;nbsp;I get emotional.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m an emotional person, what can I say. LOL The beginning of the year, I had to learn to stop trying to control EVERYTHING, and trust in Him.&amp;nbsp; I had a couple friends, sending me stories/passages that helped me...&amp;nbsp;But as I sit here, I realize I&#39;m caught off guard again... which makes me uneasy, stressed and very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve told a few people this last week or two, that I feel like I&#39;m sleeping.. in a nightmare, just waiting to wake up.&amp;nbsp; Part of me is thinking... this isn&#39;t the life that I ordered.&amp;nbsp; But then, who does?&amp;nbsp;For those who have kept up with my blogging, essentially since the beginning of the year with my previous blog; for those who just read my blog and guessed/assumed what I was going through, or those who know me personally, my the issues I was faced with... you should have been able to tell that I was going through a hard time - just me, personally.&amp;nbsp; I expressed how I have control issues, and that I&#39;m slowly learning to let things go, and let God do His work.&amp;nbsp; You&#39;ve probably heard me say &quot;everything happens for a reason&quot;, and that I trust in God for His reasonings of doing what&#39;s been done... and that I&#39;m sitting back and trusting God and having faith that He has a plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well tonight, after hearing my father pray for all of us for the first time.. I broke down in tears.&amp;nbsp; During his prayer, he prayed for my Mom to fight through this, for her strength.. for Melissa to understand the reasoning of what&#39;s going on... and then he started praying for me to find God and to be open enough to&amp;nbsp;build a relationship with Him... I broke&amp;nbsp;down, quietly in my little corner on the couch.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t tell you exactly why..&amp;nbsp;it could be 1) Here I thought I had a relationship with God, and now I&#39;m questioning it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2) That maybe my Dad doesn&#39;t know me as well as I thought he did, or 3) Maybe I&#39;m just not open enough with my parents in some aspects of my life, for them to not know.. for them to not know I pray almost everyday for my family (for&amp;nbsp;Mom for the&amp;nbsp;most part), that I pray for Him to help me find my way, that I talk to Him and tell Him that I have faith in Him, to help me get through the struggles that I&#39;ve been personally faced with,&amp;nbsp;the last couple years&amp;nbsp;especially.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;[Learning that my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer (which she fought strong for over a year), then experiencing my first REAL heartbreak, which then lead to questioning relationships in my life, questioning myself, my career, my life, my future.. and then just recently being told that my mom has a specific amount of time left... I&#39;ve looked up to God through everything.]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I sort of wonder if my Dad would still think I didn&#39;t have a relationship with God, if he knew me better... like if he read my previous blogs.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not one to openly speak about what I&amp;nbsp;prayed about the night before, or how I cry/talk to Him when I&#39;m having a bad night.&amp;nbsp; But I tend to open up and have no barriers when I blog, especially the beginning of the year.. when I felt more lost and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I sit here, confused.&amp;nbsp; Wondering if me questioning my relationship with God, is proof in itself that I really&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t have one, and I just think that I do.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve never been one to stand up in the middle of church, or draw any attention to myself when asked &#39;for those who&amp;nbsp;haven&#39;t accept God, and want&amp;nbsp;to accept God, please stand, or please come to the front, or even please raise your hand&#39;.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t consider myself an uber religious person... I don&#39;t attend church on a weekly basis, or a monthly basis.&amp;nbsp; But I do believe in Him, and believe that He hears me, and believe that I can rely and trust in Him to guide me and my life where He intends me to go.&amp;nbsp; But, is that good enough?&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve read this post over and over again, in my head I&#39;m making sense, but my head is a little foggy, meaning this post can be a little foggy.&amp;nbsp; With the million emotions I&#39;ve been feeling the last week or so, coming to terms with my mom&#39;s health, and then also dealing with daily life situations/decisions.. I&#39;ve told a few people that I&#39;m a lost confused little mess.&amp;nbsp; I have my days where I get emotional, okay.. that&#39;s almost every day, but still... my family is whats keeping me strong.&amp;nbsp; I have to be strong for them.&amp;nbsp; Being the oldest of 4 kids, I can&#39;t lose it...&amp;nbsp;for their sake.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can tell you, from what I was going through the beginning of the year... is completely different; of course being that it&#39;s&amp;nbsp;two completely different situations... but I was able to be weak, break down, be selfish with my time, lock myself in my room and have my moments.&amp;nbsp; But this time... this time is different.&amp;nbsp; I have to be strong, for my brother and sisters, for my mom and dad.. I can&#39;t be selfish, cause EVERYONE is involved.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Instead of locking myself in my room, there are times and will be times that my room is the &quot;safety net&quot; for my siblings.&amp;nbsp; Which is hard at times, being the &quot;strong one&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And there are times that I start questioning my strength...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;those times I start questioning, I pray to God that he will help me and give me the strength I need.&amp;nbsp; Also hearing in my head, thinking back to a conversation that REALLY&amp;nbsp;helped&amp;nbsp;(I had&amp;nbsp;the day we heard about my mom)&amp;nbsp;with someone who has influenced my life in more ways than one... he said, &quot;You are strong.&amp;nbsp; You can get through this.&amp;nbsp; You&#39;re my rock, you&#39;re your family&#39;s rock.&amp;nbsp; You can be strong enough for all of them, you always are... you always&amp;nbsp;have been. You won&#39;t lose your way.&quot;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve never been one who depended on people, who needed affirmation of how people felt/thought about me... but I can&#39;t&amp;nbsp;express how much that conversation meant to me, how badly I needed to hear that... &lt;br /&gt;
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Then I look at my wrist and think... it has to be true! I believe in myself that I have the strength, I just get&amp;nbsp;lost&amp;nbsp;sometimes&amp;nbsp;for a bit... but I find my way back, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful for what I have been blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful for my amazing mother and father who brought me into this world.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful for everything my parents have taught me... they have taught me how to be strong, they have taught me how to love, they have taught me how to live. They have taught me the difference between right and wrong, and have taught me how to be the best person I can be.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful for my family.&amp;nbsp; My amazing sisters, my strong brother and future brother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; Without them, their love and support... I&#39;d be lost.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful for my aunts, for not only being my aunts, but my friends.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for my uncles, and my cousins... and am thankful for my grandparents, who always try to be there at the time we need them most.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful for the strong support system that I have, that not only consists of family.&amp;nbsp; But my friends.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that despite everything that has happened in the past, or in the present - that they can set aside our differences and be a friend.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for the old friends, and thankful for the new.&amp;nbsp; For those who know me, and for those getting to know me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful for this life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Even though there are days that life throws us a curve ball, and all you can say is &quot;life sucks sometimes&quot;... I wouldn&#39;t take anything back.&amp;nbsp; No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I have any words of wisdom to my readers... it&#39;s live life to the fullest.&amp;nbsp; You never know what may be coming around the bend.&amp;nbsp; Tell those that you love, that you love them... don&#39;t take life for granted.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/4008494934761760822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/4008494934761760822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/4008494934761760822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279702332462150840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59CA7SP4-roRgEfgCFIaaOWjASaaeRa26cR2wHjj8mqFndTrlV0NJM2Xz-jK-_Okx6dBIGF1QvJ0aF8RaUrL_9NTIkJuA3me0zXrWWAXmJ7U-H5hF5wk1V1--nR5mEA/s220/mm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587290423462608999.post-1956502235266891586</id><published>2011-07-27T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:03:29.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M-U-S-I-C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I post once, and now I can&#39;t stop!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to update my music playlist (bottom of my blog).&amp;nbsp; You all know how I&#39;m obsessed with music and without music, my life would mean nothing.. literally.&amp;nbsp; So, if you&#39;re interested, below are some of my old favs, new favs... and just songs I&#39;m really into right now!! =)﻿&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/feeds/1956502235266891586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/07/m-u-s-i-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/1956502235266891586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8587290423462608999/posts/default/1956502235266891586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeetlilnothings.blogspot.com/2011/07/m-u-s-i-c.html' title='M-U-S-I-C'/><author><name>Val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03279702332462150840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59CA7SP4-roRgEfgCFIaaOWjASaaeRa26cR2wHjj8mqFndTrlV0NJM2Xz-jK-_Okx6dBIGF1QvJ0aF8RaUrL_9NTIkJuA3me0zXrWWAXmJ7U-H5hF5wk1V1--nR5mEA/s220/mm2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587290423462608999.post-1380399510232954123</id><published>2011-07-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:25:56.890-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wednesdays Whine"/><title type='text'>I&#39;m ALIVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;﻿Wow!&amp;nbsp; Has it really almost been a month since I have blogged?? &lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t even begin to tell you all what&#39;s been going on.. in my life and in my head!!&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve had zero time to sit down and do what I&#39;m &quot;newly&quot; passionate about.. WRITING!&amp;nbsp; I wish I had all the time in the world to sit here, fill all of you in on my life.. sit down and work on my &quot;project&quot;... which is something I&#39;m really motivated about doing and I eventually want to finish it (no where even close to the end of it).&amp;nbsp; But.. I&#39;m just waiting for things to die down, for me to get some of my relaxed life back. &lt;br /&gt;
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As most of you know my sister is getting married in October.&amp;nbsp; So, we started the wedding day countdown diet.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;re on this diet that I found a book on, called the 17 Day Diet.&amp;nbsp; It has 4 segments that consists of 17 days.&amp;nbsp; Today is the last day of our first segment.&amp;nbsp; So far my future brother-in-law has lost 22lbs, I&#39;ve lost 8lbs, and my sister has lost somewhere between 8-10lbs.&amp;nbsp; Not too flabby.. oops, I mean shabby right?&amp;nbsp; I could say that it hasn&#39;t been hard, which it really hasn&#39;t... but it had it&#39;s times.&amp;nbsp; We start round 2 tomorrow, which we finally get to have carbs!!! (if you call brown rice, small baked potatoes, and corn carbs) LOL&lt;br /&gt;
So.. this diet... how does it take up my time?&amp;nbsp; Well, lets just say I am now qualified (in my head) as a food/health coordinator (in our household).&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been making the grocery lists, doing the shopping with my mom, planning the meals out, making the meals (with the help occasionally from my sister and bro-in-law).&amp;nbsp; But, it&#39;s stressful.&amp;nbsp; Making sure we have enough eggs for the 3 of us the following day.. making sure I have all the ingredients to make dinner the next night.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m starting to dream of grocery lists!! This has proven, that I am definitely not ready to be a housewife!&amp;nbsp; Okay, well I take that back.. if there&#39;s only me and my husband.. I think I can handle it.&amp;nbsp; But, I feel like I should be on the next future housewives of the I.E.&lt;br /&gt;
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So on top of the diet, I&#39;m near the end of getting everything ready for my sisters bridal shower.&lt;br /&gt;
40 handmade invitations... check.&lt;br /&gt;
40 handmade take home gifts... check.&lt;br /&gt;
40 handmade thank you cards... check.&lt;br /&gt;
The list can go on, but my sister reads my blog, so I don&#39;t want to spoil the fun.&amp;nbsp; But on top of getting things ready for the shower, there is also the budgeting for the food, the rentals, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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So on top of the diet, and the shower... I&#39;m also making their video montage to play at the reception, designing her wedding invitations and programs, which eventually we&#39;ll have to assemble together and mail them out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there&#39;s trying to have a social life, without the life of going out and drinking with my friends because of course the diet doesn&#39;t include booze.&amp;nbsp; Go figures!&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s trying to go the gym, trying to look for a new job.. because sadly I&#39;m getting to the point where I wake up every morning hating life because I don&#39;t want to go.&amp;nbsp; I feel like every morning I want to throw a little tantrum and kick and scream until someone tells me.. &quot;It&#39;s okay, you don&#39;t have to go.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Then I&#39;m trying to plan my 25th birthday, and also wanting to help my friend plan her book release party that&#39;s happening the end of October.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I&#39;m officially ready for a vacation.&amp;nbsp; A week long vacation with no wedding stuff, no gym, no diet, no meal plans, no work...&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m imagining a beach setting, with my hotel room facing the ocean, all I have to do is walk out the doors and I&#39;m in the sand.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sitting at a desk in my room, with my laptop, blogging and writing with the cool breeze blowing through the open doors, and I literally have nothing on my mind.&amp;nbsp; Clear as day.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not worrying about my bank account, about my emails, about responding fast enough to phone calls/emails/text messages, not worrying about a damn thing.. cause I&#39;m on VACATION.&lt;br /&gt;
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A girl can wish, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll try to stay in touch, and update you guys.&amp;nbsp; It had been almost a week since I had turned on my laptop, and the only reason why I turned it on was because I was house-sitting last week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Went to Lilah&#39;s dance recital... ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friday night went to my friend Julies. She was having people over, so I dragged Steph along. :)  We were told that we&#39;re the cutest sisters ever. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hung out with my boys for a couple hours this week... Live sitting around BS-ing with them and laughing about nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. JOB INTERVIEW!!! Went really well, but don&#39;t want to jinx it, so we&#39;ll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Touch up on the extensions, nails done, tanning and gym. FUN being a girl, ain&#39;t it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sonics for lunch then Vegas bound with Ash. Got to Vegas and started getting ready. Headed out to the club Surrender to meet up with Ash&#39;s friends... And had a fun and drama free night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. So far, nothing has been accomplished today. But hopefully stop by Pink&#39;s for some fat food (lol) then the dreadful drive home! 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Reflecting on last nights festivities. Thankfully neither of us (me or Ash) were belligerently drunk... But we had a great time. We went to Surrender at Encore... It was an outside club. So there was no crowded and smelly dance floor, and there was no sweating! Woohoo!! BUT, there was wind... Which brought on allergies. Not very fun when you&#39;re sneezing and sniffling. Oh well! 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For once, I would like to work (not really), get home, relax for a few, go to the gym, eat dinner at a decent hours, read, work on projects, run errands, and go to bed at a decent hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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