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Mixed Up Musing: Mo Information
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Leaning on my boo's shoulder. 33 years old (and loving every day of it)! When I was younger I remember my mom describing the incredible clarity she experienced when she was 32. I could not wait to turn 32. She said that life slowed down and she understood herself better. Things that were a "big deal" and caused her stress just didn't anymore. BS from Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, TX. Majored in Biology/Premed and minor in Combined Sciences and Math. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Mixed Up Musing: I Birthed a Bloodhound
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014. I Birthed a Bloodhound. I looked forward to hearing her snort until I realized that this was actually the sound of the dinner bell going off every 2 hours, sun up and sun down. No one told me that her sense of smell was THAT strong. Or that you don't get to mentally recover/take a deep breath/just one last moment of peace after giving birth. Or that I would miss being pregnant (especially when she hiccups). Or that I would feel like I am about to break at least twice a day.
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Mixed Up Musing: December 2013
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Monday, December 23, 2013. They have never called each other out of each other's name in anger. Not once. They hold hands while shopping, hanging out or worshipping at church. They flirt and giggle together like teenagers. They get through painful times by telling jokes and laughing. They really like hanging out together. Dancing, singing, shopping, traveling. He still calls her "fine" and "gorgeous" before she even has time to ask how she looks. She still swoons over him when he puts on a suit.
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Mixed Up Musing: May 2014
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Thursday, May 15, 2014. The logic most parents of toddlers use is this: if it is valuable, dangerous or both keep it high and out of reach. Not my mom. She kept the valuables low and and enticing. What small person can resist the siren call of all things shiny? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Keep up with NEW posts and Follow Me.Everybody's Doing It. Oasis of Prayer Ministries. James and Monique Hoskins. How Long, Oh Lord, Must I be a Caterpillar? I Think, Therefore, I Blog - Natista Style.
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Mixed Up Musing: November 2013
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Tuesday, November 12, 2013. Sometimes There Will Be Beer. James had to go to an AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) meeting FOR A CLASS ASSIGNMENT. I chuckle and tense up and pause as I write how the meeting ended.As James tells it - The person who was leading the group said, "And we know there is only one person who can get us out of our (you fill in the colorful expletive) situation. And that's who? And the rest of the room replied, "the Father" in unison, followed by the Lord's Prayer. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Mixed Up Musing: May 2015
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Tuesday, May 26, 2015. Mommy Said, "No! There is nothing relaxing about getting off work anymore. Not a dang thing. Even winding down for bedtime runs a strict stopwatch. With Madeline now 8 almost 9 months (Yowza! In the midst of this chaos my sympathy has grown exponentially for my mom. I stole her time and sanity and Madeline reminds me everyday to call her and apologize. (Sorry Mom, again). My sympathy has also grown for my G-d. Madeline Sofia, No.Noooo.Don't touch that.Mommy said, 'No'&#...Keep up w...
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Mixed Up Musing: 44
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Monday, December 23, 2013. They have never called each other out of each other's name in anger. Not once. They hold hands while shopping, hanging out or worshipping at church. They flirt and giggle together like teenagers. They get through painful times by telling jokes and laughing. They really like hanging out together. Dancing, singing, shopping, traveling. He still calls her "fine" and "gorgeous" before she even has time to ask how she looks. She still swoons over him when he puts on a suit.
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Mixed Up Musing: Bottles and Daily Bread
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Wednesday, February 11, 2015. Bottles and Daily Bread. My daughter has a true Hoskin's appetite. The only thing that gets between her and her bottle is congestion. She eats multiple times during the day plus a time or two at night. I tell that James that she must have a hollow leg (I usually, accidentally say wooden leg) because I have no idea where it all goes. She didn't get that from her mama, that's for sure. So that sounds cliche, right? January was the month to kick the job hunt into high gear and ...
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Mixed Up Musing: Nesting and Resting
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Thursday, August 7, 2014. I am a bit concerned with your lack of urgency in preparing your nursery.". James and I had planned it out. It's just that, well, I am plumb tired and in no rush to come home from a ten hour work day to prepare a place for my little one. I mean all she really needs is breastmilk and a bassinet. Mom-of-the-year award, here I come. But it was time to start nesting. Nesting: preparing your nursery/home/life/mind for the arrival of the bun in the oven. BOOMThis baby just got nested!
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Mixed Up Musing: August 2013
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Monday, August 19, 2013. Roses, Rainbows and Recipes. I think I am the only freak of nature who is soooo over new things. 2013 is the "Year of New" and I am ready for the Era of "Been There Done That". I cannot tell you how many times a lovesick fifteen year old took over my mind and body as I found myself, at 30, doodling my name over and over again.before we got married. And I smiled and roses and rainbows appeared and a robin perched on my windowsill and tweeted a tune. Hello, Mrs. Crid errrr uhhh...
