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I need to write this stuff down. These people are so not worth the frustration and emotional drama that I allow them to put me through (not that anyone is). These folks are taking up way too much of my time. There are people out in the world who want, need and will actually use the gifts that I have to share. They will use my advice, my support, my dedication and loyalty to better their situation...to grow. So...&lt;br /&gt;
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Do not ask questions you don't want to hear the answers to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't expect me to keep listening to your same old drama, give you the same (and very accurate) advice only to have you not follow it (even though you know you should).&lt;br /&gt;
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For those that seek my opinion then proceed to discount what I say or turn it against me: No Comment. &lt;br /&gt;
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To the ones who pretended to be on a journey with me, who told me that they would follow me anywhere then made excuses or disappeared... you know my motto: "I'll do it with or without you." The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;
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And finally for those to whom I have done (and in some cases is still doing) any of the above...I apologize. I love you and value your wisdom, your support and your unfailing loyalty. I will do better. If you are reading this and you're not sure if you fall into this category...you will when I make you proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-4893445167033650805?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've also decided to devote more time to my &lt;a href="http://youravon.com/tupshur"&gt;Avon&lt;/a&gt; business. I mean, the whole reason I started was so that I could stay at home and do more writing. Now I don't run around making deliveries to peoples houses or anything. I do online orders only. Again, so I can have more time for writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The downside to being at home is that I'm never alone. I commend those people that can block everything out. I'm jealous of anyone who actually has an office or a dedicated writing space. Those are truly luxuries here. Now the upside is that my youngest will be going to kindergarten in the fall:) But I'm not really the patient type. I need to get the ball rolling on my articles. I want to have everyone enrolled in a summer program so that I can truly focus. &lt;br /&gt;
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*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;
All of my projects have the potential for providing a full time income. All I have to do is focus. Easier said than done for a Gemini with ADD tendencies. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-4025122318528514949?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm immensely glad I found this particular article. This isn't the first time I've come across this piece of advice. But I guess this has been the most helpful, the most detailed.My characters and stories are much more rich. I can see them, touch them. I let you guys know what I'm working on soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-3705971481941728277?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't ever remember a time when I couldn't read. I don't remember  being taught. I just knew. Being an early reader was nice but no big  deal to me, (unlike my fellow kindergarteners). Then one day I received a  book, (from where I don't remember), that I was supposed to read. It  was "Green Eggs and Ham". I had never read a book written by a "doctor  with a funny name" before. I read the first few pages and realized that  this was a rhyming book...a very silly rhyming book. I fell in love! I fell in love with "Green Eggs and Ham", with rhyming  books, and with reading all with this book. I had to find more Dr. Seuss  books. "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" was a close second.  Unfortunately, I found "Go Dog, Go" a little insulting at the time. I  though it was for babies who couldn't read. It's funny how worldly we  think we are at 5 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you you going to sign up? Hope to see you guys there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://youarewhatyouread.scholastic.com/"&gt;You Are What You Read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-7874003300578602522?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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According to all, Faith did extremely well on her first day. There were no meltdowns or accidents. She enjoyed pizza for lunch, (even though we packed lunch for her). She came home totally wound up. So I waited a while before doing her homework with her. She fell asleep while we were reading together. I love Kindergarten!&lt;br /&gt;
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On a different note, I finally decided to read a Nevada Barr novel. Blind Decent was the first, followed by Borderline. Now that I know they are part of a series, I'll look for the first two when I go back to the library. I also read "The Careful Use of Compliments" by Alexander McCall-Smith. I'm liking this series as well. I can't wait to see what else I've been missing in the world of books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-7859729452543221176?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So while the kids are enjoying themselves, I'm stressed and distracted. This is why people stay close to home or why moms move in once the baby is born. They get it. *sigh*&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-3924420403968262924?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On another note, I've been rethinking my writing for income strategy. The most important criteria was the ability to keep earning for something long after I had originally written it. So not only will I be writing new articles be "revamping" the old ones as well. Be on the look out. There will be links to my articles on my blog. Please read, comment, forward etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you guys so much for checking up on me and continuing to read what little I've been posting lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-3311732744449290607?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why I hate sharing bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;
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Reason #1 - Having to clean the bathroom before I can use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reason #2 - Having to wait to use it while I clean it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reason #3 - Cleaning it then not being able to enjoy it while it's still clean.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reason #4 - Having to wait for everyone else to use it, then only having just enough energy to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reason # 5 - Doing my best to schedule and shorten shower time in order to have hot water for everyone only to have someone totally disregard the conservation effort and take a 20-30 minute shower. Now we all have to wait 30-45 minutes before anybody can get water that's warmer than room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;
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UGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-4468102814322440635?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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*Sigh* Hard as I try, I just can't seem to get things going when it's time to actually put things in boxes. There's something especially exhausting about the process. I usually end up letting my husband do the bulk of the packing. He's great at it! DH just seems to make magic happen. Methodically, he goes room by room and in no time everything is boxed up and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unpacking is a whole different story. My husband will pull out the bear necessities, like clothes,T.V.'s and dishes and leave the rest. This is where I come in. Stereotypical as it may sound, making the house a home is my specialty. I unpack all the boxes. I organize the house according to traffic flow, rush hour and convenience. I make it my mission to create the feeling as if we have always lived there. The new home becomes a sanctuary that counteracts the feeling of being in unfamiliar surroundings. If this were left up to DH, we'd be living out of boxes for at least a year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nonetheless, this can work to my advantage. I can create my own space, after setting up everyone else's of course. The new place is a little smaller so I'm not sure where my space will be yet. But once I get settled, that's it. That space will be mine and mine alone. It will be a place where I can go and write in peace.&amp;nbsp; No kids or adults other than me allowed. I've already gone way too long without a sanctuary of my own. Not only does my creativity and productivity suffer, but I end up feeling like a second class citizen. I get myself situated in one room and soon after, someone comes in and makes themselves at home. They commence setting up shop with absolutely no consideration for whatever I happen to be doing (or not doing) at the time. That will change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-5906515453725476037?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bt8IuJUnjOo/SvsRayvaQUI/AAAAAAAAADA/um1MXWJ45-w/s1600-h/Raindrops+by+ARCH.+FRAN+MARIE+I.+FLORES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bt8IuJUnjOo/SvsRayvaQUI/AAAAAAAAADA/um1MXWJ45-w/s320/Raindrops+by+ARCH.+FRAN+MARIE+I.+FLORES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, It rained all day. It rained all night, too.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it's supposed to rain today and tomorrow as well. This morning, the carpet in the living room and hallway were soaked. So I made a quick phone call to have someone come take a look. Well...they came they saw, they destroyed my living room. To their defense, they didn't have a choice. As I said earlier, the carpet was soaked. So, the carpet was peeled back. The gentleman then proceeded to remove padding. I watched as they carried the dripping wet masses out the back door. The men spent quite a bit of time vacuuming up the rest of the water. They left us with an industrial fan, which was later collected because other folks are also flooded and there aren't enough for everyone. Oh, did I mention that a moving company is coming over tomorrow to survey the house and give us an estimate?&lt;br /&gt;
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I was supposed to be cleaning, trashing and packing today. But with my living room being taken over, I decided to take the opportunity to write while I wait. So here's to a productive day, even if it wasn't in the way I intended.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Thanks &lt;a href="http://adiaha.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adiaha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-2679595243791959735?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This leads me to the whole reason why I've been writing here less. Yes, I know that's no excuse. However, there are just times when a person needs to just hunker down and get busy. There were a few things that I allowed to throw me off track. There will be more of course, but I refuse to let them keep me off track. I've been writing, of course. There are a few outlets that I'm very excited about. I have chosen to focus more time at these places because they fit with my schedule (or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/members/trupshur.html?view=3rd" target="_blank"&gt;EHow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.constant-content.com/?aref=30015" target="_blank"&gt;Constant Content &lt;br /&gt;
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I like these two. I can write about the topics I choose as they come to me. I don't have to wait for someone to order something. I know that eventually, someone will need one of my articles and seek it out. No, I don't really like to wait to get paid. However, I do believe in being ahead of the curve and ready for anything. I never know what my schedule is going to be like from one week to the next. Building a portfolio and letting it do the work even when I can't just makes the most sense to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DRR4MA7HdwGAi1qQVu4aYxeEyH4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DRR4MA7HdwGAi1qQVu4aYxeEyH4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheresaRosesDiary/~4/I2eXmPYORX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheresaRosesDiary/~3/I2eXmPYORX8/home-stinks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Theresa Rose)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-stinks.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1309024143322047652.post-7314248240021428974</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T11:09:43.819-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><title>How the time flies</title><description>Today, my youngest is three years old. Not that long ago, I was 4 months pregnant, taking care of a six month old and working full time (yes, all at the same time). I felt like I was taking care of everybody all the time and nobody was taking care of me. Sleep was the most important thing in my life. Now, things have changed drastically. There's a three and almost four year old and no job. The girls want to take care of themselves. I get to sleep in too, now that the girls have a TV in their room. Their health, self-confidence and education are the most important things to me. Time really flies. I am so grateful for the opportunity to slow down and enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1309024143322047652-7314248240021428974?l=theresarosesdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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