tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49524597941759485792011-10-02T08:42:25.332-04:00"A strong woman knows she has strength enough for the journey, but a woman of strength knows it is in the journey where she will become strong"Life is a Daynoreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952459794175948579.post-52328389844573828122011-01-16T08:00:00.003-05:002011-01-16T08:19:38.648-05:00

for those of you who dont know, i love to watch birds come to a bird feeder. i delight in seeing the variety of birds, watching them eat, and interacting with other birds. while i was home over christmas, i made some homemade bird suet. i made my own bird suet several years ago but differently. this time, my mom got some suet from the butcher at the grocery store, and we boiled it down to

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So I have given much thought and some research to New Year's Resolutions. Statistically speaking, I have found that people "fail" at attaining their resolutions and more people achieved their New Year's goals. I was most interested in finding information on the origins of resolutions but did not have much success. I found a lot of information on the origin of New Year's itself and on

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Kindness. I simply love the word kindness. For those of you who know me well, I love words. I mean, I love to say them, their meaning, and their sound. I love words. Kkkiiindness. Concerning sound, I am not a big fan of words ending in "s," but this word just has too many other good sounds to be discounted. First, there is the strong consonant "K." Which is then followed by the beautiful

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This passed weekend my family spent a few days at my sister-in-law's cabin. My dear nephew loves four-wheelers and motorcycles. He calls them "Mo-Mo's" and asks (in his own way of course!) to go for rides all the time! So, we rode lots of four-wheeler, saw deer, caught a lizzard, went crawlfish hunting, played in the sandbox, and played fun games like scategories. Overall, it was simply nice

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My parents went for a weekend get-away to the beach. Tomorrow is their 30th wedding anniversary, and we all love, respect, and honor their faithfulness and love for one another over the years. On their way home from the beach, they swung up by Langhorne to visit with me. We had yummy salads and mains for lunch at Ruby Tuesdays. We caught up, talked about my mysterious bumps (declared poison

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Lately at work, I have been researching perscription drug abuse. For those of you who do not know, I am the prevention specialist at the YWCA Bucks County. I learned some interesting statistics: 1 in 5 teenagers are abusing perscription drugs. Now, I assume that statistic varies depending on demographics, but nontheless, it is shockingA. ll this to say, I have learned some interesting

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April 10: Awareness No. 10"Advocate: A person who pleads on someone else's behalf. A person who publicly supports or recommends a particular cause or policy."Parents of children with autism are some of the greatest advocates I have ever met. Parents of children with Autism have been the driving force behind Autism Awareness. They have begun coallitions, they spearhead activist groups going

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To participate in Autism Awareness Month, I will be utilizing my blog to post facts, needs, and information about children and families with Autism. For those of you who do not already know, I work with Autistic young adults, and I delight in them with my whole being. They teach me everyday about our humanness, beauty, patience, love, myself, and cause me to reflect upon Creation. It is

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Lately, I've been feeling rather lonely. Perhaps, it is because my work schedules and responsibilities have kicked into overdrive with the beginning of the school year- only to add grad. school into the mix. For the past couple of days, I have begun my work day at 7:15 and end around 5:30, come home and do more work, then begin to nod off between 9:15 and 9:30! My crazy days could be

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Oh wordsmith, wordsmithI have no words todayno words for you to play.You will orchestrate a wordless melodyfrom the nothingness I have this day.My voice is like a dead birdno sing song to deliver to the windno beauty to flow to the morning sun.My mouth is like death-a wordless tomb, silent.Joy and delight escape meThe worlds woes have suppressed meGreed has taken food from my tableMy neighbor

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Today I thought much about memory. Why do we remember certain things over others? Is there a trigger for our memory? I recall events from age three, and yet I can not remember events from when I was thirteen. I remember what people say almost verbatim, but I have difficulty recalling lines from a book. Why is that so? I am under the understanding that our brain processes and categorizes

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Yesterday, I was scrolling down my contacts list in my cell phone, and I was greatly dismayed to find that most of the people I do not have "contact" with anymore. People with whom about one-two years ago I would speak with everyday. I thought to myself, "do I delete the numbers? If I don't talk with them now, I should probably delete them." Yet, I could not bring myself to do it. I closed

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Okay my brother asked me where J-bear (my little nickname going on for Jacob) came from. Well, when Jeremy was younger (and I think Nicole calls him this now sometimes) we (mainly my mom) would call Jeremy Jere-bear. Well Jacob = J-bear like his daddy but a little bit different (and I think a bit snazzier too- sorry Jere). Well, My little J-bear has given us all a bit of a scare these last 24

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Here he is my little J-bear who thunderbolted into the world 4 weeks early. I know, I know he just wanted to surprise everyone and make them chuckle with that little smile of approval at how is going to take the world and rock it at he journey's through life. It is like he said "Hello world, hello mom and dad! Ready or not here I come!" Yet, he does not seem so proud and pompous to stir away

Life is a Daynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952459794175948579.post-14466862806829509192009-01-07T19:24:00.002-05:002009-01-07T19:29:06.229-05:00

Well, I got the call today that my sister-in-law's water broke at 2am. My little nephew is beginning his birthing process. I just got the calla bout a minute ago that the doctors are going to be doing a c-section. I guess he had second thoughts about coming so soon (his due date is feb. 9). Actually, I do not really think baby Jacob is wrapped up in Nicole's womb making rational decisions

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I love this quote."Education is always and everywhere aboutopening doors, opening mindsopening possibilities.Education is about opening your eyesand seeing for yourself the world as it really isin all its complexity,and then finding the tools and the strengthto participate fully,even to change some of what you find."Do any questions arise from this thought?That's all for now...

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Well, I had this whole spiel written tonight about the environment. and yet sitting here by the fire, in the study by myself feeling incredibly lonely and the environment is the farthest thing on my mind tonight. I miss home. I was home this past weekend for Thanksgiving and the baby's shower. While there were ups and downs, I did have an enjoyable time. Today, I feel like an alien in a

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Well, I think today is the prime day to define laziness and gluttony....I have not done much of anything at all today (Thanksgiving Day), and it irks me in many ways. Why do we "celebrate" Thanksgiving? My understanding of why Harvest day (thanksgiving) was recognized some 200 years ago, is much, much different and more honorable then why and the way we Americans celebrate today. I feel

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"Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly"I wonder if a caterpillar feels like it is going to die as it carefully and precisely spins itself into a silky cocoon? It would be ironic if it did, because then the caterpillar would be spinning its own grave- taking the metaphor "digging your own grave" quite literally. What are the depths of a caterpillars

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Studying the Scriptures is a frustrating delight. This morning with a warm cup of coffee, a burning pumpkin candle, and a warm hoodie, I engaged in Jeremiah 1 with my Harper Collins and a copy of the Tanakh. As I have read just the first chapter many times this morning, I am utterly confused by the images and pictures presented. I was able to read a bit of the historical context of the book

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I have this book entitled The Treasury of American Poetry, and within in it contains a mighty collection of words speaking to the ills of life, love, faith, reason, creation, but also to the beauty within life. As I was reading today, I came across this little poem by Anne Bradstreet called"Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting."Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise, But ah! It's not in me. My sinking

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Reporter: Good morning ladies and gentleman this morning we have with us here at BMB News, Brittany Morgan to update us on life. Brittany, what have you been doing with yourself these days?Me: Well, I have been up to a couple of things these days. Most important, I have been solidifying employment.Reporter: Oh, you are looking for a job?Me: Yes, my ideal job right now is something in a

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Poetic verse has lost memy soul sings, sings no moreI see but only one metaphor.Grandeur, beauty, high and free,Why, why have I lost thee?Is it my inability to see?Music of life, oh-Oh, how I long to hearCrickets, bees, birds chirping nearBrahms, Chopan, Bach and bellsringing in my earWhy- why can't I hear thee?Oh, sweet joys and delights in life-How I mourn, I grieve, I dearly miss theeFlowers

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In thinking much of death the last two days, I am reminded of the new life within our family as well. New language is being used in my immediate family these days. Primarily, we have all been utilizing a new phrase "Blount Baby." My amazing and dedicated brother and my beautiful and kind sister-in-law are expecting a new little one to their family on February 9th. Observing all the changes

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I received word that a member of my family passed away yesterday- My Great Aunt Emily. Her passing was unexpected, sudden, and has left my Uncle Jason speechless with devastating shock. You see, it was just the two of them journeying through life together, adoring their two little dogs along the way as their family. More importantly, they were each other's cherished beloved.Upon my visits to

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Well, I haven not been a committed blogger. To those who follow this as a means of connection, I apologize. Much has been on my mind lately. Namely, I have been wrestling with the question: what is a friend (see below)? This question has me somewhat perplexed and jaded beyond a notion that friendship is a type of relationship between at least two human beings. Subsequent to the question what

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Today was a day of heavy pondering amidst helping others. In Schall's book, I have been reading about the importance of knowing- to know. An indication of this discipline in action apart from reading, is signified by an individual asking the question "what is?" Today, I purposefully tried to author my thoughts into the question of what is...What is a good night's rest?What is that eight legged

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Let me begin by saying, I wanted to make this post on Father's Day; however,I had a stomach emptying (not by my choice) food poisoning episode, and the recovery from it kept me from my computer Saturday and Sunday.Father's Day. Hmm... there seems to be very special people that come to my mind on Father's Day. One of them, perhaps THE special person that comes to mind for me on this day, is

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Currently, I am engaged in this fascinating delight of a little book entitled The Life of the Mind: On the Joys and Travails of Thinking by James V. Schall. He suggests that the life of the mind is active with questioning what is (xii) to pursue truth and reason. He often quotes our church father Aquinas and largely mentions Aquinas's dedication and discipline to the intellectual life in the

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Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Our lives are composed around the movement of time consisting of a beginning (our birth), a middle, and an end (our death). Within the grander beginning and end, we encounter copious beginnings and therefore copious endings. We encounter beginnings in relationships, a new book, a meal, a divorce, an illness, a season, and so many more.

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