tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62521744381006513562024-08-28T16:45:35.783-04:00I am, overall, a very happy person.<br>Annoyingly happy, if you asked my daughters when they were growing up.<br>Just too darn happy, if you ask others.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14197595923826406564noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252174438100651356.post-64147139790553968112011-06-17T11:16:00.000-04:002011-06-17T11:16:05.732-04:00

OK-just one more reminder that I have moved. Please bookmark me at my new home here, and share in my stories there. Remember to re-subscribe when you get there as well. Thanks for stopping by!

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Hello, dear readers. It was time for a updated look and a fresh perspective! I have moved to the new home of Too Darn Happy, which you can find here. Please take note of my new location, as I won't be updating here anymore. When you get there, please bookmark, and re-subscribe either by RSS feed or by email. Thanks so much, and look forward to seeing you soon! PS-If you have any trouble with

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Monday morning. The race is on again for a new week, and you and your mind are running at top speed, full out, and it's not even 9:00am yet. Hubbie. House. Job. Laundry. Clean clothes. Ironed clothes. &nbsp;Lunches. Kids. Backpacks. Missing homework. Missing sports equipment. Get in the car. Let's GO. We're going to be LATE. Missing me. Missing time. Missing breathing room. STOP. Slow

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Thanks for stopping by and joining in the Friday fun! Gypsy Mama writes: I remember how powerful the written word is. To encourage, to laugh, to cheer, to pray, to listen, and love. Sometimes all it takes is five minutes. Five minutes to&nbsp;just write, and not worry if it’s just right or not. Kind of like how friendship should be. Got five minutes? Here’s a great way to spend them, and

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As moms, we very often work so hard living up to unrealistic images of perfection from society, our families, our mothers and our own personal DNA. We buy into the culture of being a supermom, even if it just about kills us in the process. There are many diktats you hear every day, but the most powerful ones run ruthlessly through your head and start like this: I must… I have to… I promised…

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Today is Five Minute Friday, with a nod to The Gypsy Mama, and here what she has to say today: That’s what we do around here on Fridays. We eat words. Straight up. Without second guessing, editing, or critisizing them. We simply savor all their deliciousness. For a full five minutes. You should try it. It’s a calorie-rich experience sans calories. Wanna just write? Without wondering if it’s

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Have you ever experienced a point in your marriage where you get into an apocalyptic battle a civil discussion with your spouse about how you are being treated like a slave are not feeling appreciated? How did that work for you? Did you gain insight and perspective, or did one or both of you just ultimately walk away from the conversation with more hurt feelings and without any real resolution

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My thoughts have gone downriver again, unencumbered by any sort of tether. You see, sometimes when I am just beginning to wake up, and am in that space between deep sleep and full consciousness, my thoughts take shape lazily-as though they are just outside of myself-and form much like an eddy in a stream. I marvel at how brightly they sparkle, as the sun reflects off all the wonderfully and

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Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes. She says: I remember how powerful the written word is. To encourage, to laugh, to cheer, to pray, to listen, and love. Sometimes all it takes is five minutes.&nbsp;Five minutes to&nbsp;just write, and not worry if it’s just right or not. Kind of like how friendship should be. Got five minutes?

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There is always a lot of laughter in our house, as everyone shares a delightful, often offbeat, sense of humor. I can say that I have my own special kind of contribution, although often unintentional, always spontaneous, that my family has nicknamed “Kimisms”. You see, once in a while my command of the English language becomes, well, less than commanding, and the unusual mix of words and

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Ocean Sunrise © K. Hall I will shout with joy this morning-Woohoo, it’s Monday! So many possibilities, a fresh new week in which to discover new strengths, acquire deeper wisdom, accomplish written goals, laugh more often and love more deeply. That’s what Monday and every other day of the week is for. Every sunrise is a fresh start, an opportunity to begin again, to right wrongs, ask

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Who Knew Wordle © K. Hall Today I am introducing a new feature that will appear randomly as I discover new and interesting resources, ideas and things that I think may be useful to you, dear readers. So, welcome to the premier post of "Who knew?"! Who knew that Hallmark has a Christian division called Dayspring whose mission is to “connect people with the heart of God through messages of

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&nbsp;Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.&nbsp; Only 5 minutes!&nbsp; Also, no edits!&nbsp; Just write.&nbsp; So here goes . . . When seasons change... When seasons change, we are given a glorious opportunity to experience something new, to revel in everything that is a part of that new time. Often, however, we choose to grumble,

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Pussy willow © K. Hall We are so blessed to have some pretty exciting things going on with our family at this time, and recently I was up way, way past my bedtime chatting with one of my daughters about this happenings. When I finally went to bed, I laid awake, just so supercharged about the positive turns and tremendous possibilities that have presented themselves in all of our lives.

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Rainy Day © K. Hall Jealousy. Such an ugly, unnecessary, counterproductive emotion that pushes us to behave in such foolish and hurtful ways. I always imagine that She (yes, I see jealousy as a “she”) is standing behind me, poking me in the back, egging me on to do and say stupid things, while whispering in my ear, “Oh, yeah? You going to let her get away with that? She thinks she’s better

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I am a huge proponent of joy and laughter, as you might have guessed. I came across this video through my mom (thanks, mom!), and thought my readers would enjoy starting their week and their day with a laugh. After all, who can resist a talking dog? Just a couple of notes: While this video is family friendly, I cannot vouch for any of the others in the series. Also,&nbsp; sorry to say that I

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Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.&nbsp; Only 5 minutes!&nbsp; Also, no edits!&nbsp; Just write.&nbsp; So here goes . . . &nbsp;Deep Breath... I take a deep breath, knowing I draw in patience at the same time. Patience to deal with the challenges of the day ahead. Deep breath to be calm in the face of an angry customer. Deep

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Sunlight through clouds © K. Hall Ever have one of those weeks where everyone and everything seems to be against you, where it feels like all the lights just go out and you are just left to fend for yourself? The refrigerator stops working, your kids are all mad at you-again, and you are sure your friends and co-workers are all conspiring against you? I was driving to work a while ago in the

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Keep the faith Wordle © K. Hall When our children are babies, we are just so excited for that day when they can actually talk. That first spoken word: “mama”, “dada”, or even “no”,&nbsp; just brings us so much joy! Fast forward a few short years, and for the first time, we hear our beloved toddler repeat our words. Not necessarily the good ones. We wince, embarrassed for ourselves and our

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Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.&nbsp; Only 5 minutes!&nbsp; Also, no edits!&nbsp; Just write.&nbsp; So here goes . . . Red Phone © psd Paul Downey at Flickr.com Motherhood should come with... A bright red phone that is a direct line to whomever you need that will answer the questions for wherever you are in your parenting.

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Crayons © Gingerme from Flickr.com &nbsp;Many times, you will discover nuggets of very interesting truths in everyday conversations, especially with your children if you learn to listen closely. Our daughter had attended an event for a college classmate recently and got to catch up with friends there. Some of them did not recognize her, as she had matured from the casual, unmotivated, student

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Just a bit of rich, vibrant, satisfying goodness to start your morning. Let this be your encouragement to let your soul sing to Him today.

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Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.&nbsp; Only 5 minutes!&nbsp; Also, no edits!&nbsp; Just write.&nbsp; So here goes . . . If I knew I could, I would... I would reach out across the internet and across town, and share what I have learned with women of the world, and would be so excited to learn from them as well. I would listen with

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Bread, © looseends at flickr.com Who among us can resist a warm loaf of homemade bread or a pan of soft rolls, fresh out of the oven?

 Very few, I think, and yet how many of us actually bake bread from scratch? 
 Not me. Both my mom and my mother-in-law do, though, and they do it beautifully, making it look like the easiest thing in the world. I got to thinking that the process of baking

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Every Friday The Gypsy Mama gives a prompt and you are supposed to write about it in 5 minutes.&nbsp; Only 5 minutes!&nbsp; Also, no edits!&nbsp; Just write.&nbsp; So here goes . . . Start… Nobody ever told me, wisely, how hard parenting would be. Especially when one of your daughters is so wonderfully different from you. The difficult toddler years, when I would have to pull her away from

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