<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761928468793850094</id><updated>2024-08-28T14:27:25.580-05:00</updated><category term="death"/><category term="family"/><category term="first blog"/><title type='text'>Melting Mama</title><subtitle type='html'>As I am getting ready for my daughter to turn a year old, I am starting to look back in my life at pivotal points that helped shape me who I am today.  Some were good points, others weren&#39;t.  This blog is a way for me to work through the junk that is stuck in my head.  &#xa;&#xa;I am also sharing what it is like to raise my first child.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829960257469223648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761928468793850094.post-336398177950395188</id><published>2012-02-27T23:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T23:08:49.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Else Matters</title><content type='html'>I really thought that when I woke up this morning that my day was going to suck. &amp;nbsp;First off my husband&#39;s best friend decided it was a smart idea to call MY cell phone at 4am this morning because he had seen a status updated I had posted 12 hours previously saying I had lost my phone. &amp;nbsp;However in the same post I said never mind Dan found it. &amp;nbsp;Then because we were awoken by the phone ringing the cats thought it was time to play. &amp;nbsp;( I own 2 very annoying cats) The first cat decided the Mommy and Daddy were both a great punching bag to tread on. On our face! The second cat (the one who has chewed through so many cell phone chargers that I now charge my phone in our truck) decided that he wanted to play with the plastic the fan was blowing around.&lt;br /&gt;
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After finally getting the two of them to settle down we finally were able to close our eyes just in time to hear WHAAAAA! Sarai was awake. &amp;nbsp;NOOOO! I thought as I crawled out of bed to see what she needed. &amp;nbsp;I am too tired for this. &amp;nbsp;As I went into her room she settled down and went right back to sleep. &amp;nbsp;Oh thank you self soothing baby. &amp;nbsp;Around 7 the alarm went off and Daddy got up to get her. &amp;nbsp;Grumbling as he went that he was too tired and he was woken up to often last night. &amp;nbsp;Grouch! &amp;nbsp;I was up just as much as he was but do you hear me complaining? NO.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things went from bad to worse as the morning progress. &amp;nbsp;I had a doctor&#39;s appointment scheduled for 1015 this morning and I just knew that it was going to make for a very long day. &amp;nbsp;Around 845, Sarai started getting really fussy and tired. &amp;nbsp;She started to doze right in my arms so I looked at my husband, who was laying back in his chair with his eyes closed, and asked him to take her to her crib. &amp;nbsp;He asked me &quot;but what about your appointment? If she goes to sleep now we will miss it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Did he think I didn&#39;t already think about that? &amp;nbsp;Did he assume that I wasn&#39;t going to go out of my way and cancel my appointment so that he could go back to sleep? &amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t I always put his needs in front of my own? &lt;br /&gt;
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And of course I didn&#39;t say any of this to him. &amp;nbsp;I just smiled and said &quot;It&#39;s no big deal, hunny. I will just reschedule.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So as I sent my daughter and my husband back to bed, I began to wonder if this was what my life had become. &amp;nbsp;Had I allowed myself to disappear into the roles I was staring in? &amp;nbsp;Have I finally forgotten what it was like to come first?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMfOBjYTN-z_NltH4vu862qP3FSLLIegR34dEElKZ1y5a0THXMVrvt4HPhtwziZVz_JoLiQuGvjgSL-42aLKw33A0k9AH60VVnLcmaXkfLelrYVWDofPLKEHELLVoz2hdBWH5znlCxuo/s1600/IMG_2574.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMfOBjYTN-z_NltH4vu862qP3FSLLIegR34dEElKZ1y5a0THXMVrvt4HPhtwziZVz_JoLiQuGvjgSL-42aLKw33A0k9AH60VVnLcmaXkfLelrYVWDofPLKEHELLVoz2hdBWH5znlCxuo/s200/IMG_2574.JPG&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please don&#39;t get me wrong. &amp;nbsp;I love being Dan&#39;s wife and Sarai&#39;s Mama. &amp;nbsp;I wouldn&#39;t trade my life for anything. &amp;nbsp;I have seen what the other side holds and I don&#39;t want that. &amp;nbsp;But maybe that&#39;s the problem. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I need to figure out what it is that I do want. &amp;nbsp;Do I want to be defined as the roles I play? Or do I want to be Lyndsay who just happens to be a mom and wife?&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost 2 years ago I wrote a blog entitled Susie Homemaker. &amp;nbsp;I just went back to reread that blog because I felt it gave me such insight to who I was when I wrote that. &amp;nbsp;Am I the same person? &amp;nbsp;No, but that&#39;s the good news. &amp;nbsp;2 years ago I was struggling with who I am in this world. &amp;nbsp;Now I am struggling with who I am in my life. &amp;nbsp;Might not sound different but it is. &amp;nbsp;2 years ago I defined my self as a battered woman, struggling to survive my life. &amp;nbsp;Today I am proud to say that I have been free from my enemies as such. &amp;nbsp;But that is a different blog and I am getting off topic. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJdMThalIEohcqON2djI4f1ZZgCEKfftuOBoEOqKRzWXjQqbIoG67dC3Oi1uvaZWvKRRTsoaCmoCZfDi6fAypTjoDkp4uFMPIweiuylxOBh8mEp-P7GIhm2Xlt8uFguzxTYk8z1JnvR8/s1600/IMG_2573.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJdMThalIEohcqON2djI4f1ZZgCEKfftuOBoEOqKRzWXjQqbIoG67dC3Oi1uvaZWvKRRTsoaCmoCZfDi6fAypTjoDkp4uFMPIweiuylxOBh8mEp-P7GIhm2Xlt8uFguzxTYk8z1JnvR8/s200/IMG_2573.JPG&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So why did I say that nothing else matters? &amp;nbsp;Well because something happened this morning to make all the pain, and stress, and heartache that I have been feeling and wipe it all away. &amp;nbsp;Sarai said MAMA. &amp;nbsp;I felt like I was a kid in a candy store. &amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t believe just how much my baby girl was growing up. &amp;nbsp;I was getting down because my husband woke up grumpy. &amp;nbsp;How many times have I done that &amp;nbsp;to him? &amp;nbsp;I was angry because things weren&#39;t going my way but since when have they ever gone the way I wanted them to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp70fQHWMJlL_lb7d0EPB0u-HEHrUgPFmXfXoiYuIFefbWZeauURmwrFdmr7pSaukXlQe-thPlitMzJNhWp-wGX6xuQeIy6cFT9d-lR5bQwxkzqHzji1CLspUuxwOtKlFwQAD81GqKMGk/s1600/IMG_2576.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp70fQHWMJlL_lb7d0EPB0u-HEHrUgPFmXfXoiYuIFefbWZeauURmwrFdmr7pSaukXlQe-thPlitMzJNhWp-wGX6xuQeIy6cFT9d-lR5bQwxkzqHzji1CLspUuxwOtKlFwQAD81GqKMGk/s200/IMG_2576.JPG&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At that moment when my little angel reached up from her Daddy&#39;s arms and said Mama, my heart melted just like it did the moment I met her for the first time. &amp;nbsp;I hadn&#39;t disappeared. &amp;nbsp;I was right there and she reminded me who I was. &amp;nbsp;I was Mama and that is a name I will proudly answer to every day of my life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/feeds/336398177950395188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/nothing-else-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/336398177950395188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/336398177950395188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/nothing-else-matters.html' title='Nothing Else Matters'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829960257469223648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMfOBjYTN-z_NltH4vu862qP3FSLLIegR34dEElKZ1y5a0THXMVrvt4HPhtwziZVz_JoLiQuGvjgSL-42aLKw33A0k9AH60VVnLcmaXkfLelrYVWDofPLKEHELLVoz2hdBWH5znlCxuo/s72-c/IMG_2574.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761928468793850094.post-5339090009175334254</id><published>2012-02-26T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T19:44:01.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Possible</title><content type='html'>Since the title of this blog is Melting Mama, I figured I should start writing about my journey and my plan of attack. &amp;nbsp;First lets start with the basics. &lt;br /&gt;
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Age : 26 yrs&lt;br /&gt;
Weight : 341 according to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;
Basal Metabolic Rate : 3193 calories a day to maintain&lt;br /&gt;
Calorie limit : 2380 calories a day&lt;br /&gt;
Daily&amp;nbsp;deficit :&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;813 calories a day&lt;br /&gt;
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So what this states is that if I eat no more then 2380 calories a day I should be able to lose 1.626 lbs a week. &amp;nbsp;My doctor says he wants me to lose 5 pounds a month. &amp;nbsp;However he also wants me to eat no more then 2000 calories a day. &amp;nbsp;If I follow what the doctor says then I should be losing 2.386 lbs a week. &amp;nbsp;Having explained the basics lets get to the mission at hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time frame : June 8th 2012 (Sarai&#39;s 1st birthday)&lt;br /&gt;
Weight as of last year : 382 lbs ( pregnancy weight due to high blood pressure)&lt;br /&gt;
Goal weight : 299 lbs&lt;br /&gt;
Total lost : 46 lbs true weight ( I was 345 lbs prior to pregnancy)&lt;br /&gt;
% lost : 13.3%&lt;br /&gt;
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So that means from this point I need to lose 42 lbs in the next 14 weeks. So lets break that down.&lt;br /&gt;
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42 lbs = 147k calories. That&#39;s 10,500 calories every week. &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s 1500 calories a day that I need to either eat less or exercise more. &amp;nbsp;Well lets go back up to the basic information. &amp;nbsp;According to my calculations I am already eating 813 calories less then my bmr so that means I need to come up with a way to exercise 687 calories. &amp;nbsp;In order to do that the easiest way is to walk. &amp;nbsp;And walk and walk.&lt;br /&gt;
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But seriously, walking is what my doctor has recommended for me as a regular exercise. &amp;nbsp;He wants me to get in 30 minutes every day walking at a 3.5 to 4.5 mph. &amp;nbsp;Since I am just starting out I am going to use 3 mph for 60 minutes. That would give me 673 calories burned every day. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now that we have all the basic calculations done lets get how I am going to do this. &lt;br /&gt;
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I will get up every morning on time at 7am. I will make sure that I eat breakfast before 8am and I will get dressed by 9am. I will use the 2 hours that Sarai is taking a nap in the morning for my personal quiet time with God. &amp;nbsp;I will do a daily devotional and spend time LISTENING to God.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will eat a healthy lunch every day before noon. &amp;nbsp;I will work with Sarai on her therapy needs before her afternoon nap every day. &amp;nbsp;I will use her second nap of the day as an opportunity to work out every day. &amp;nbsp;I will go to the gym every day for 1 hour and walk on the treadmills. &amp;nbsp;I will walk 3 miles every day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Third&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I will eat a healthy satisfying meal for dinner before 6pm every night. &amp;nbsp;I will stop eating in front of the television and I will start having a sit down meal with my family. &amp;nbsp;I will read to my daughter every night before she goes to bed. &amp;nbsp;I will end my night with a relaxing shower and go to bed before midnight every night.&lt;br /&gt;
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So thats my plan. &amp;nbsp;Any thoughts?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5339090009175334254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/mission-possible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/5339090009175334254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/5339090009175334254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/mission-possible.html' title='Mission Possible'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829960257469223648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOS3fnejDQ3HRhalukrdCIaNNLorbD6waR8BNLJE4nRGZwSSnxIc3JTyj08q3HA3VxpvayRdnqFCm3eL0FJbUCVVp4a3pDga2HlHgbuhW2mwd3wBXz23c2N5lZe3U77PCxk6i7MjSWPcQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20120226_2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761928468793850094.post-993433759783379264</id><published>2012-02-25T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T21:37:09.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So what&#39;s a Canadian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was helping my husband fill out applications online for a local restaurant, we came across the&amp;nbsp;inevitable question. &amp;nbsp; You know the one. &amp;nbsp;Towards the end of the application that one question that asks what gender you are. &amp;nbsp;Well we all know the answer to this question. Or do we? &amp;nbsp;When I went to select my answer I noticed there were 4 choices. &amp;nbsp;Male, Female, Prefer not to answer, and wait for it. Canadian. &amp;nbsp;So here is my question: Whats a Canadian?&lt;/div&gt;
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Since this wasn&#39;t a very long blog, I figured it was time to let my daughter introduce some of the important people in her life to you all.&lt;/div&gt;
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First there is Daddy. &amp;nbsp;He loves me so much. &amp;nbsp;He spent every moment he could with me when I was born.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuEAXqgh6RrI_MjCqiIGZYR9bVg24ZjxWCRan8m5_nGXx7ItF2ky9Iw8X8fGqkxyZG8a8ZMMpyjacLhpqZtl-S9VLCdaKSZHuxhmQMIlEUM8O-QczbUcVdnsFi50mEn5OmeahR3iLQec/s1600/IMG_2550.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuEAXqgh6RrI_MjCqiIGZYR9bVg24ZjxWCRan8m5_nGXx7ItF2ky9Iw8X8fGqkxyZG8a8ZMMpyjacLhpqZtl-S9VLCdaKSZHuxhmQMIlEUM8O-QczbUcVdnsFi50mEn5OmeahR3iLQec/s200/IMG_2550.JPG&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is Mommy. &amp;nbsp;I have loved my Mommy since the moment I first laid eyes on her. &amp;nbsp;She is always there for me even when she wishes that she could sleep in. &amp;nbsp;I won&#39;t let anything come between me and my Mommy. &amp;nbsp;Mommy says I am a big girl because I have finally learned to let her leave the room long enough to go to the bathroom with out me. &amp;nbsp;I just figured she wanted some company. &amp;nbsp;I know I don&#39;t like to be alone. &amp;nbsp;The other important people in my life are not included in these pictures but they are really cool. &amp;nbsp;I am the luckiest little girl in all the land. &amp;nbsp;Mommy says I even have a&amp;nbsp;guardian kitten. &amp;nbsp;Oh look there he is watching over me and Daddy sleeping in. &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s Sherbert. &amp;nbsp;He has been watching over me since I was still inside Mommy. &amp;nbsp;Mommy said that every morning when she would wake up he would jump on the bed and wake me up. &amp;nbsp;I liked the sound of his purr. &amp;nbsp; Well its getting late and I need to get some sleep. &amp;nbsp;I get to go spend time with my Nana and Papa tomorrow. But Mommy says that I can come back any write to you guys again soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/feeds/993433759783379264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-whats-canadian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/993433759783379264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/993433759783379264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-whats-canadian.html' title='So what&#39;s a Canadian?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829960257469223648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJXxkqsuCoJpr1da8wX8qCRu3MzrP4MVVeMG46vj9aqopePBnZf4c8OVnoVpXpVbFxqlezg34YIjI77rBn9bYKz_C5zmAlo7mR9wJFE4Bspnh6QqhIsj9uvTsT2dqZ3E1bbhqFJCIW8k/s72-c/IMG_2526.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761928468793850094.post-2888528786270647530</id><published>2012-02-25T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T14:38:10.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations</title><content type='html'>Well, I totally anticipated that I would be writing a lot sooner then this, but my week has kinda vanished from me. &amp;nbsp;Wednesday morning I got a call from my mom letting me know that she got a call from my dad that he was on his way to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;They weren&#39;t sure but thought he was having a heart attack. &amp;nbsp;Of course this caused me to go into crisis mode which means that I have to stop what ever I am doing and start making a list. &amp;nbsp;Ok what types of things do I need to put on that list?&lt;br /&gt;
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The following is what went through my mind. &amp;nbsp;It probably won&#39;t make much sense as far as grammar goes but you will at least get a sense of where I was at.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dad ambulance hospital! Must pack! Clothes! Computer! Husband! Oh wait did I tell Dan what was going on yet? &amp;nbsp;Better do that first! Sarai&#39;s crying must soothe. &amp;nbsp;Dad hospital must hurry! &amp;nbsp;How long are we going to be gone? &amp;nbsp;Oh Dan wants input from me. &amp;nbsp;Wait what am I doing? &amp;nbsp;Oh yeah Dad hospital! Oh yeah mom needs to get to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;Oh crap I have to take her. &amp;nbsp;Oh wait I can work on my booklets while I&#39;m in town. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally at some point about 2 minutes after hanging up the phone and having that wonderful conversation with myself, I looked up and realized that I needed to get dressed. &amp;nbsp;Luckily my husband is a wonderful man who can anticipate what we are going to need and has done the whole crisis mode with me a few times that he knows the routine:&lt;br /&gt;
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Get duffy bag for clothes. &amp;nbsp;Put 3 days of clothes in bag. Get clothes for Sarai. &amp;nbsp;Get food for Sarai. Pack up laptop bag. &amp;nbsp;Feed cats. &amp;nbsp;Water plants. Turn off lights.&lt;br /&gt;
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We try to make getting ready for a crisis mode rather simple because in our life crisis hits daily. &amp;nbsp;So after all of this we finally made it to town got to my moms and then it started. &amp;nbsp;No I&#39;m not talking anything earth shattering just regular old I was raised up to become my parents slave type thinking. &amp;nbsp;I know that I am not their slave and I know that they are very&amp;nbsp;appreciative&amp;nbsp;of all the things that I do for them. However, I have been raised to know what their expectations are in a crisis and those expectations are that I will drop everything to make sure they have what they need. &lt;br /&gt;
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And this fact was proven so many different times in the last 72 hours that I lost count. &amp;nbsp;I love my parents I really do. &amp;nbsp;I need you to believe that fact before I tell you the next fact. &amp;nbsp;Understand that my parents are extremely important to me and I do not know where I would be if anything happened to either one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok now I can say what I feel so guilty about. &amp;nbsp;When I heard that my Dad was on his way to the hospital and that he might be having another heart attack, my first thought wasn&#39;t about packing. &amp;nbsp;It was &quot;How am I going to be able to ask our friends and family for prayers of healing for my Dad when I don&#39;t know if that is what I want?&quot; &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t know if I wanted my Dad to get better. &amp;nbsp;Did I want him to die? &amp;nbsp;NO not at all! &amp;nbsp;I was just tired of trying to convince him to do something to make his life better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now don&#39;t get me wrong I really do like helping my parents out. &amp;nbsp;However I have this inability to say no to my parents. &amp;nbsp;I put their needs before my own. &amp;nbsp;And part of my journey towards Melting Mama is learning to find boundaries in the different areas of my life. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t yet know how to do that with my parents. &amp;nbsp;Part of me wonders if it is because they help us out so much and part of me wonders if it is because I feel a duty to them. &lt;br /&gt;
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Take for instance this week. &amp;nbsp;While my dad was at the hospital we stayed at their house. &amp;nbsp;We cleaned their kitchen and living room. &amp;nbsp;I even went to the store for them. &amp;nbsp;None of this was uncommon for us. &amp;nbsp;However on the day he was released we were told that he wasn&#39;t going to be released til morning. &amp;nbsp;So my mom asked if I would go to our bank and cash a check for her and to get us some supper. &amp;nbsp;Sure no problem. &amp;nbsp;She is paying for my dinner so I don&#39;t mind. &amp;nbsp;That is until she calls me while I was in the check out at the store. &lt;br /&gt;
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Guess what! &amp;nbsp;They are releasing your dad in 2 hours! &amp;nbsp;(NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) So now I had to figure out how to get my daughter, my husband, myself, and my parents into their buick. &amp;nbsp;Of course we couldn &#39;t because as I have said before my parents (and myself) are morbidly obese. &amp;nbsp;So now I had to get back to my parents place. &amp;nbsp;After a little while my mother calls me at her house to let me know that she just had a massive nose bleed. &amp;nbsp;Which of course means she was done and done in. &amp;nbsp;She wanted to come home NOW!&lt;br /&gt;
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So how were we going to do this? &amp;nbsp;Well I was going to drive to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;Pack up all of Dad&#39;s stuff and pick up Mom. &amp;nbsp;Then I was going to take her mom drop her off and go back for Dad. &amp;nbsp;Oh did I mention it was 9pm? &lt;br /&gt;
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So what do I do? &amp;nbsp;Nothing. &amp;nbsp;Because there was nothing I could do except what they wanted me to do. &amp;nbsp;So I did just like any good servant. &amp;nbsp;And when I went to pick up my dad, he told me he wanted to stop off at Steak N Shake for a milkshake. &amp;nbsp;Okay I could accept that because he had been coughing really bad and wanted something cold for his throat. &amp;nbsp;So as I was driving he said I also think I want a cup of chili. &amp;nbsp;CHILI ARE YOU SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;
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HE HAD JUST BEEN COMPLAINING ABOUT HIS STOMACH NOT FEELING GOOD AND NOW HE WANTS CHILI FROM STEAK N SHAKE?!?! AND I AM SUPPOSED TO GET IT FOR HIM?&lt;br /&gt;
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I finally convinced him that I wasn&#39;t going to get him chili so he said ok how about some french fries? I was tired and didn&#39;t want to fight so I got it for him and took him home. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well my daughter is crying (no nap) and needs Mommy to feed her. &amp;nbsp;I better wrap this up. &amp;nbsp;I will write again soon.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2888528786270647530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/frustrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/2888528786270647530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/2888528786270647530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829960257469223648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761928468793850094.post-6629346234207897985</id><published>2012-02-21T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T21:39:33.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies in February?! You have got to be kidding me</title><content type='html'>Well its official. &amp;nbsp;The end of the world as we know it. &amp;nbsp;It is February 21st and we have yet to have a blizzard this winter. &amp;nbsp;Do you know what that means? &amp;nbsp;That means that I have been suffering from my SPRING time allergies since the beginning of the month! &amp;nbsp;First it started with the weather staying warm and my wonderful husband opening the windows. &amp;nbsp;I have been miserable for weeks and it doesn&#39;t seem to be getting any better. &amp;nbsp;Sarai seems to finally be getting over her cold and congestion just in time to have a mommy who having the running nose and sinus drainage. &amp;nbsp;And of course my wonderful new doctor who is treating me for sleep apnea says that I can&#39;t take the antihistamines that I have taken my entire life because they are the older generation of drugs and can cause&amp;nbsp;drowsiness. &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t have that he says because I have narrowed air passage ways that are causing me to have worsened apnea symptoms. &lt;br /&gt;
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So what does my wonderful adoring husband do? &amp;nbsp;He says that he wants to plant vegetables this year as well as a couple of different flower plants. &amp;nbsp;And of course since we have to start them inside for 8 weeks that just means I am going to suffer even more from my allergies. &lt;br /&gt;
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So today we went to the dollar general to get what ever we wanted. &amp;nbsp;We each had 16 dollars! &amp;nbsp;I spent my money on getting some supplies for a project that I am working on for my sparkpeople team. &amp;nbsp;I am making Verse of the Day memory cards. &amp;nbsp;Its actually been a lot of fun so far. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I thought as I closed this blog I would introduce you to some key players in my life. &amp;nbsp;This is my husband Dan and daughter Sarai. &amp;nbsp;They are my world and I would do anything for them. &amp;nbsp;Right now we are struggling with Dan finding a job. &amp;nbsp;It is really hard. &amp;nbsp;I know that this is the place I decided that I would become completely honest with my readers on here and I will share everything with you. &amp;nbsp;Just not in this Blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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This picture was taken right after Sarai&#39;s first bath. &amp;nbsp;Not really her first bath since she was 8 months old in this picture but the first bath she allowed Daddy to give her. &amp;nbsp;That was such a special day for both me and my husband. &amp;nbsp;I had been basically her sole care giver since she was born. &amp;nbsp;She would scream if anyone else held her or if I left the room. &amp;nbsp;Now she is finally bonding with Daddy and letting him hold her and play with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are a few other important players in our family however they need a blog all to themselves. &amp;nbsp;At least if I want to be proper about introducing them to the blog world. &amp;nbsp;I hope that someone out there gets something from my ramblings and please leave me a comment. &amp;nbsp;I love reading them and getting people&#39;s feedback on my life. &amp;nbsp;It might be simple but it gives me great Joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pray for each one of my readers that God will show you what His plans are for your life. &amp;nbsp;I know what mine is and I am willing to step up to the plate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lyndsay</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6629346234207897985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/allergies-in-february-you-have-got-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/6629346234207897985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/6629346234207897985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/allergies-in-february-you-have-got-to.html' title='Allergies in February?! You have got to be kidding me'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829960257469223648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQmLgY77ixKtepO8jf9QWkZsUA9-xLaXaSZ0NGfNX8-3PMIrNRVAdse0HdM0v73WNt6PWy_ZsDTe7imTW2ov7erReWKUgunXIaWthiJhrYBhe1EJX1-NxrDSz67jh-dWsmxHJCFZ7cx8/s72-c/IMG_2504.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761928468793850094.post-6538113174911591137</id><published>2012-02-19T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T22:30:57.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is my audience?</title><content type='html'>When I am writing a blog on sparkpeople.com I know who my audience is. &amp;nbsp;It is a bunch of people who have at least one thing in common with me. &amp;nbsp;We are all trying to change our lives to become healthier people. &amp;nbsp;But what is the common bond I have with the people who are reading this blog? &amp;nbsp;Where is my audience coming from? &lt;br /&gt;
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Are you a parent trying to raise your children in a Godly home? &amp;nbsp;Yep! &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s me! &lt;br /&gt;
Are you a child of parents who are fighting physicial limitations? &amp;nbsp;Yep! &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s me, too!&lt;br /&gt;
Are you a spouse struggling with your role in life? &amp;nbsp;Yep! &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s me! &lt;br /&gt;
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Well if any of those fit the situation that you are living in then you will probably find at least 1 blog on here that will speak to you. &amp;nbsp;Why is that you might ask? &amp;nbsp;Well I am so glad you asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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My name is Lyndsay. &amp;nbsp;I am a mother to a 8 month old little girl who has started to stand all by her self. &amp;nbsp;(Well not really but she can stand up from a sitting position if you hold her hands.) I promise a lot of my blogs will be about life with her and how I will NEVER let her out of the house by her self when she is a teenager. &amp;nbsp;I am also the daughter of 2 people who both suffer from physical limitations. &amp;nbsp;My father is a diabetic with massive vision loss in his left eye. &amp;nbsp;This means he can&#39;t drive at night and he can&#39;t drive the highway so I am his designated driver when he has to go out of town. &amp;nbsp;Why is that you might ask? &amp;nbsp;Well that&#39;s because my mother is morbidly obese and she is wheel chair bound at her own house. &amp;nbsp;I help out around their house every week and it can become taxing. &amp;nbsp;However there are bound to be a few funny stories that come out of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am also on Disability due to Bipolar disorder and PTSD. I struggled with misdiagnosis&amp;nbsp;Bipolar for 2 years because no one took me serious. &amp;nbsp;They thought that I was too intelligent to have a serious enough condition to&amp;nbsp;warrant placing me on disability. &amp;nbsp;I was even told at one point that because I asked my doctor what a drug he was putting me on would do to my chances of having a child before he put me on it proved that I was stable enough to hold down a job. &amp;nbsp;If you have ever struggled to get SSDI, trust me I do understand and some of what I write about is a direct link to that subject.&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband has been unemployed for almost a year now. &amp;nbsp;Is it tough? &amp;nbsp;YES! But we have God on our side. &amp;nbsp;Now trust me when I say that I am not delusional (ok maybe I am a little) We have our ups and downs all the time and it causes a lot tension in our house. &amp;nbsp;We are together 24/7 and it drives us nuts. &amp;nbsp;We have finally managed to understand the need for each others own personal space and time. &amp;nbsp;So if you are struggling in this economy to provide for your family I understand and a lot of my posts will be about that topic!&lt;br /&gt;
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So that&#39;s me! &amp;nbsp;In a nut shell at least. &amp;nbsp;I really hope that you stick around and get to know me a little better. &amp;nbsp;I love meeting new people and hopefully I will have a topic that someone will want to read.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6538113174911591137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-is-my-audience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/6538113174911591137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/6538113174911591137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-is-my-audience.html' title='Who is my audience?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829960257469223648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Home</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.313386808476046 -89.166691303253174</georss:point><georss:box>40.311873308476045 -89.169158803253168 40.314900308476048 -89.164223803253179</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761928468793850094.post-8612897073573489368</id><published>2012-02-18T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T11:01:18.434-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first blog"/><title type='text'>Is anyone out there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Before you read any farther let me be the first to say that this is how I remembered things happening in my life. &amp;nbsp;If someone has another point of view for how things happened that is fine but allow me to express my feelings about a situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have no idea what to write. &amp;nbsp;I have been working on this first blog for over 4 hours and every time I get about a paragraph into it I delete everything that I have written. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know what people want to read about. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know why people would want to write a blog for others to read. &amp;nbsp;While I do love to read about people who have goal in mind and the ways that they get to it, I have never understood the reasoning behind it. &lt;br /&gt;
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What do you want to read about? &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know if I will ever even have a reader for this blog. &amp;nbsp;I figure that if I work at it some days I will have a stroke of genius and everything will make sense. &amp;nbsp;However for now I guess I will follow the same advice that other writers use. &amp;nbsp;Write what you know. &lt;br /&gt;
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So what is it exactly that I know? &amp;nbsp;Well I know how stressful it is to raise a 8 month old little girl going through her first ear infection. &amp;nbsp;I know the struggles that a new wife faces in the first 2 years of marriage. &amp;nbsp;I know how hard it is to get approved for disability. &amp;nbsp;So I guess I should start at the beginning. &amp;nbsp;But where exactly is the beginning? &amp;nbsp;Is the beginning the day I realized I was not going back to work? &amp;nbsp;Is the beginning the day we found out I was pregnant? &amp;nbsp;No I guess not. &amp;nbsp;I guess to fully understand who I am and why I do what it is I do in the way that I do it I have to go back even farther.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess it started on Valentines Day 2003. &amp;nbsp;I was so excited that morning when I woke up. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t know that my entire life and my entire way of thinking about going to change before the night was over. &amp;nbsp;I was in my junior year of high school. &amp;nbsp;It was my first Valentines Day that I actually had a real date. &amp;nbsp;I know that I was just a teenager who had rose colored glasses on but it was so special to me. &amp;nbsp;Until 2pm that afternoon. &amp;nbsp;I was sitting in my study hall when the school nurse came to get me. &amp;nbsp;Now this was not a rare occasion for me to be pulled out of class but this was unusually for the nurse to come and get me. &amp;nbsp;She was normally trying to keep me out of her office.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I got to her office, another unusual thing occurred. &amp;nbsp;My parents were waiting for me there. &amp;nbsp;Not just my mom, but my dad as well. &amp;nbsp;They were on their way to a retreat but needed to talk to me before they left. They had just gotten a call from my Aunt before getting ready to leave. &amp;nbsp;She had just been diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. &amp;nbsp;They were coming to my high school to tell me the results of the tests before they left for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt betrayed. &amp;nbsp;Not by my parents but by the world in general. &amp;nbsp;Why was this happening to our family? &amp;nbsp; Hadn&#39;t we suffered enough? &amp;nbsp;We had just buried 2 of my uncles who had lost their battles to lung cancer. &amp;nbsp;Did we really need to go through this again? &lt;br /&gt;
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We watched as she went through chemo, radiation, and surgery in the hopes of finding the cure. &amp;nbsp;For 18 long and painful months we watched as the woman everyone loved to be around slowly started drifting away from us. &amp;nbsp;We sat by unable to do anything as she forgot who we were. &amp;nbsp;My dear aunt who I loved and was closer to then my own mother at the time was dying and no one could stop it. &amp;nbsp;On August 26 2004, heaven gained another angel. &amp;nbsp;And I lost my desire to do any thing or care about anyone. &lt;br /&gt;
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From the moment we got down to my grandparents house to start the funeral arrangements, I was pissed. &amp;nbsp;I was pissed at my Grandma who told me that there would be no tears in her house that weekend. &amp;nbsp;I was pissed at God for taking my aunt. &amp;nbsp;I was pissed at everyone that came by acting like they knew her. &amp;nbsp;They didn&#39;t know her. &amp;nbsp;She was my aunt! &lt;br /&gt;
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Well I have to sign off for now. &amp;nbsp;But don&#39;t worry I will return to continue the story of my life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8612897073573489368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/is-anyone-out-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/8612897073573489368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2761928468793850094/posts/default/8612897073573489368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraismeltingmama.blogspot.com/2012/02/is-anyone-out-there.html' title='Is anyone out there?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00829960257469223648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>County Road 1200 N, Bloomington, IL 61705, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.457901 -89.0466016</georss:point><georss:box>40.2645935 -89.3624586 40.6512085 -88.730744600000008</georss:box></entry></feed>