tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20280270195544978142011-11-02T18:45:54.155-05:00A general outlook of what happens in this 30-something's life.Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-58000872669486942502011-04-18T11:13:00.006-05:002011-04-18T11:44:18.943-05:00

It is time to resurface and write. The hiatus more than did its job. When I went on hiatus, I felt unsure of about everything in my life. Through changes, conversations, experiences, I realized what I already knew...I make my life with the choices of feelings, words, people, you name it. Instead of looking further outward of myself, I turned inward to rediscover myself and shift perspectives.

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I am officially posting about taking a public hiatus from my blog. Actually both of them, including my running blog. I feel I am at a point where I will not publicly post things I want to write about right now, nor do I want to be the blogger that posts random, unrelated junk all over my blog. Hopefully I will get back to it soon, and my very few readers can continue reading my musings.Take care,

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My friend, Jamie, recently wrote about a certain company's "eco"-wannabe marketing ways. You can check it out here. Her blog triggered my eco-friendly passion, and I wanted to throw out a super cool fact about the place I call home.Most of my eco-friendly ways were started while I attended college at the University of North Texas. Living in a progressive city only fueled my self-responsibility to

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-14488617190860672712010-07-28T11:48:00.008-05:002010-07-28T16:25:44.317-05:00

Part of me cannot believe I even have this list because I usually read books five to ten minutes at a time shortly before I succumb to sleep every night. I do have days where I become enraptured and entangled within a book to where I waste a weekend away just reading because I cannot. put. it. down. Yet here I am, writing an ASAP list of books I want to read.Eat, Pray, Love. , Elizabeth

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-43480900894539248972010-07-22T11:56:00.006-05:002010-07-24T14:58:07.009-05:00

Since my birthday, all sorts of thoughts have been swirling in my head. I happened to capture thirty-two of them in honor of my 32nd birthday.1. I truly believe this next year of my life has an end result of fabulous.2. The strongest I have ever felt is when I gave birth, finished every race, and every minute on the soccer pitch.3. I just may be one of the biggest jocks in a skirt you may ever

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I admit it, my birthday is by far, my favorite day of the year. Yes, I do love the attention (wow, I admitted that, too), but my birthday is bigger than New Year's in my book.Of course, a party or some type of major fun is planned, hopefully surrounded by your favorite people. Even the ones who can't be there, feel close in spirit, in your heart. For me, it gives me a good time to re-evaluate my

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-90118790596410992862010-07-01T09:02:00.003-05:002010-07-01T09:49:24.516-05:00

Very rarely does my morning commute involve cursing, banging on the steering wheel, or bumper to bumper traffic. I consider myself rather fortunate for my commute, even though I still secretly wish to work from home. Yet, my commute is a short one. 25 minutes tops usually, and that even includes dropping off the little ones. My drive takes me through town, a town I love, through the country on

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This song has nothing to do with losing weight, even though it's the theme song for the new show by Jillian Michaels, Losing It. This represents me living, living as me and just me, not all of my encompassing roles.Learning To Live by Beth Harthttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nF2loBxux48I keep my head on straightAnd my eyes wide openI try to move forwardWishing and hopingI took a hold of

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Currently, I am wrapped in an invisible cocoon. Thinking, deciding, wondering, pondering. Changes in my heart, my spirit, my soul are necessary for the butterfly within to emerge. Yet, the transformation process is a slow one to progress forward. The changes began nearly two years ago, slowly, independently, quietly within the dark corners of my mind. As days passed and I looked deeper inside

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-57184748522184379992010-03-17T12:15:00.002-05:002010-03-17T12:25:04.615-05:00

We are always on the hunt for products that make our lives greener. Here's one product that I really need to remember to order. ReUsies. An adorable way to rid plastic baggies from our kids' lunches!Right now, a great sale is going on. If you would like to get some ReUsies, they are having a sale right now! You can save 10% on orders of 3 or more, simply enter code "3ORMORE" at checkout! If

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-60040667130595423812010-03-08T13:27:00.009-06:002010-05-03T14:08:18.517-05:00

I love those kind of moments when everything just clicks and makes sense. They do wonders for my Type A personality, almost like the first sunshine after a dreary winter. A brilliant beacon of hope that the grayness is leaving soon. This weekend, I had several of those. Without revealing all details before taking on some additional research, I've had "aha!" moments regarding a couple of career

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-91400865463941668652010-03-06T20:01:00.004-06:002010-03-06T20:09:56.261-06:00

I have nothing to say about at all. I worked today on a Saturday. I do this frequently. Usually I enjoy it because I get caught up from an entire week with minimal disruptions. Today, I missed a birthday party my kids were invited to at the typical birthday spot, Chuck E. Cheese. Now, don't get me wrong, I, like every other parent avoids Chuck E. Cheese like the plague, but what I missed the

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-26925316335846827682010-03-05T11:48:00.006-06:002010-03-05T13:32:13.601-06:00

Get your mind out of the gutter...this is about a fantasy I've had for several years, many more than that, but I have refined this fantasy, year after year. I think it is close enough to perfect to actually share.Several who really know me know I love to write, but over the years, I have lost my time and drive to write. Thank you, adulthood. As much as I hate to say this, life took me for a

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-8975836554846034282010-03-04T15:39:00.003-06:002010-03-04T16:28:27.382-06:00

Last night I thought of this wonderful phrase, and as soon as I thought it, I thought "that would be great in my blog". Did I immediately write it down? Nope. I did not. Why? Probably pure laziness or the fact it was pushing 10:00 p.m., the time I usually drift off. In my defense, I think I'll use the excuse of the fact my 3 year old was sleeping in my arms. Who in their right mind would not

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-80879016409821330472010-03-03T11:01:00.006-06:002010-03-03T11:34:07.733-06:00

So, yea...I forgot to blog yesterday. I just got overwhelmed with things this working mother has to take care of in one day. A busy bee, that's me. Plus, the interjection of a doctor's appointment for my youngest son really threw me off course. He's going in 8 days to have strabismus surgery, and the doc just wanted to take a final look. It's a relatively easy procedure, in and out in about four

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-87261758763373330352010-03-01T14:14:00.002-06:002010-03-01T14:28:04.434-06:00

Every 30-ish days, I get a do over. At least that's how it seems to me, especially this month. Maybe it's because Spring is right around the corner. Maybe it's just because I like a clean slate. I really don't know. I do know every 1st of the month, I get a little twitter in my step and a shot of glee when I turn that calendar page. I don't care if my calendar is already packed, I just love

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-92041869789781049292010-01-11T12:59:00.002-06:002010-01-11T14:40:00.180-06:00

Last night I watched Julie & Julia, and in the back of my mind, I thought to myself, "I should do a project like that". You know, a year-long project learning to do something and learning about myself, and then I thought..."I'm already doing that, and more". My year long 'diligence' project would be considered my race training. I already blog about it here, and just like Julie's cooking project

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-64251130210058897082010-01-04T09:35:00.006-06:002010-01-04T16:07:03.620-06:00

Of all the lessons I still need to learn, letting go is probably the biggest lesson of all I need to learn. If I just let go, even a little, wishes may come true, desires may become reality, and peace can be found. On New Year's Eve, I realized I actually have much to let go of...dreadful traditions, unfulfilled relationships, little "sentimental" items with no actual sentiment. For once, I have

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-50807464949250095482010-01-01T13:47:00.005-06:002010-01-04T09:34:37.045-06:00

2009 wasn't a spectacular year, yet in reflection, I conjured up a list of great things that happened.I lost a total of 22 pounds.Taylor started karate and ended the year with a green belt.Paul appreciated the goings on of a stay-at-home parent.Cyrus' communication level increased exponentially.Taylor attended his first "real" rock concert...with me, of all people.Paul appreciated becoming

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-44116826236257832612009-12-03T11:07:00.002-06:002009-12-03T11:10:04.124-06:00

I know I haven't been posting regulary. Ack, it drives me crazy being this busy and rarely finding time to write anything at all. I'll be writing more soon. The urge is getting too strong to keep putting it put on the back burner. Bear with me.

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I recently saw this phrase while I was looking at running gear. This phrase, these three little words, made an impact on me. Funny, how the littlest phrase can come to mean so much to someone. This phrase holds two meanings for me, a physical one and mental one.Strong Is Beautiful: PhysicalAs I gain strength and endurance during my fitness routine/marathon training, of course, I’m losing weight

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-71052654513980970792009-11-05T10:17:00.001-06:002009-11-05T10:21:48.057-06:00

Autumn has descended upon the Texas landscape. This morning as I leisurely drove to my office, I took in the sights nature provided, grateful that I get to drive through countryside every day. The rich, velvety purples intermingled with crisp, green grass, all basking in the morning sunlight. The commingled grasses led up to rustic wooden fences on which trees laden with golden and burgundy

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-72303664604665085132009-10-21T09:46:00.005-05:002009-10-21T10:18:42.756-05:00

I've been doing well on my "back to healthy" journey I started back in March after the loss of my step-brother and putting on weight I never imagined I could get. I should track my calories more frequently but I'm in such a pattern and I can eye my portions almost perfectly. I know when I eat too much and know how to balance my calorie intake on days I need to if I go over. I've officially fit

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-25549493306311299212009-10-11T20:21:00.003-05:002009-10-11T20:34:53.628-05:00

1. One full day of cartoons can make you feel like you're losing IQ points.2. If you kill two bugs that you see mating, are there any karmic repercussions?3. Why can't I take chances in life like I do in computerized Farkle?4. No one tells you that after the age of 30, ice cream may no longer like you, even if you like it more than ever.5. No matter how much I love the rainy weather, consistently

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-33918948838259664832009-10-10T11:42:00.003-05:002009-10-10T21:22:21.113-05:00

In order to get a head start on Christmas shopping, I had T, my 9 year old son, sit down and make out his Christmas list. Considering I don't remember in the slightest what I wanted for Christmas when I was 9, his list is pretty impressive especially since he put some pretty practical things on it.1. Nerf N-Strike Vulcan EBF-25 with tripod2. LEGO Indian Jones Xbox 360 game3. New play shoes(I, the

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-91665790763684377032009-09-22T10:07:00.004-05:002009-09-22T13:39:25.857-05:00

Top Ten Things I Love About Today1. I had the chance to run in the quiet mist of the morning.2. Cooler air is moving in on this new fall day.3. It's officially fall! Even though I absolutely love the summer, fall brings so many things that summer just can't.4. My goal skirt...fits in the waist finally, but my legs have refined into bulk muscle to a point where it's a bit too tight to walk in.5.

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-45933348423264792552009-09-14T15:07:00.004-05:002009-09-14T15:16:06.568-05:00

This past weekend I crossed over from a bakery cake consumer to a home cake maker. The process was fairly easy with a minor hiccup (whipped frosting), all in an effort to make my youngest son a Muno birthday cake for his Yo Gabba Gabba birthday party. Here is the final outcome.It was a hit, only one piece left. Guess that triple chocolate fudge cake was hard to resist. :)

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-81311813803026094892009-07-23T13:43:00.002-05:002009-07-23T14:17:20.759-05:00

I originally had this blog as a private "vent", say whatever kind of blog. Around my birthday a couple of weeks ago, I realized I needed change, and the best way to get change is to make it yourself. So, I have adopted a "positive" outlook. Not just an optimistic view, but an active mental participation on making myself happier. I read "Happiness From the Inside Out" by Robert Mack. I've applied

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-84322763710735984212009-06-26T10:33:00.006-05:002009-06-26T11:42:37.659-05:00

My husband has officially joined the blogging community. He is actually quite good at it, especially since he's writing about his one true love, the only love I have to compete with, music. He's having so much fun, and I am glad for him, eveh though we now have to compete for "quiet computer time" a.k.a., blogging and computer research without kids in our laps or kids yelling or fighting right

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-50909147835685132272009-06-25T14:58:00.002-05:002009-06-25T15:41:30.692-05:00

I always used to pride myself on the fact that I was a dreamer, living with expectations of things that could happen. I guess you could say I was actually an optimist at one time. But the life of this dreamer has led to nothing but heartbreak. No, I'm not talking about the romance kind of heartbreak. Heartbreak when you realize that your dreams have just put your expectations of life way too high

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-74356530918064068122009-03-10T12:49:00.000-05:002009-03-10T13:17:26.445-05:00

All blogger moms in the DFW Area, take notice! Go to www.mommymadnessdfw.com and register to be one of five moms to test drive a Chevy Traverse for 8 weeks! How cool is that?!? You also get a family pack for a day at Six Flags and a massage for you from Massage Envy. Go check it out!

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-55572077699658835252009-03-09T13:57:00.005-05:002009-03-10T12:48:09.541-05:00

For almost this entire school year, my 8 year old son, Taylor, has been learning the other set of the Three R's...Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. We have contributed to his class's recycling projects wholeheartedly. From donating bags of recyclable goods to helping him make posters, we have passionately helped him and his class learn more about recycling. Taylor now understands why I have always tried to

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-68296335644688255322009-02-21T10:01:00.009-06:002009-06-26T13:20:22.491-05:00

This is a marriage meme that floated around Facebook, but I found it on dooce. I thought it was different enough to put here.What are your middle names?Dawn is my middle name & hubby's is Jason.How long have you been together?We've been together since December of 1998, married on February 11, 2000...so, married for 9 years, 10 days & together in totale for 10 years, 2 months.How long did you know

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-56826746422336751452009-02-20T11:31:00.003-06:002009-02-21T14:53:57.225-06:00

I'm pretty sure we've all been asked the question "If you had to keep just one sense, which one would it be?". I've always answered sight, mainly because I love color and don't really like to be in complete darkness (as in can't see in front of my face dark). I can deal with loss of taste or smell. With years of dealing with sinuses and allergies, I've lost one or both of these temporarily enough

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-47250666519635034092009-02-14T00:30:00.005-06:002009-02-20T10:08:54.662-06:00

To all of you who may read this, and to those of you who don't. Happy Valentine's Day. A day to show love to those who you care for. A day stemmed from a saint and makes commercialism proud. Yet, no politico today. Valentine's day is where even the most cynical and pragmatic woman turns romantic. Lucky for me, I have three males to ignore me. Just kidding. I dote on my boys on Valentine's day

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-54059112138572594672009-02-13T12:57:00.002-06:002009-02-13T13:02:31.052-06:00

Over the last couple months I have hit roadblocks, word blocks, creative blocks. No ideas at all. Not just in writing, but everywhere....in my designing, business ideas, scrapbooking, even in suggestions for my son when I am helping him with homework. I feel like a creative paraplegic. The desire to move is there, but it's just not happening. I am trying to find the deep-rooted seed that has

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-41796792892391710402009-01-14T11:55:00.002-06:002009-01-14T12:00:47.507-06:00

Ah, such is the life to live now. Working desperately to keep those resolutions...lose weight, get organized, eat better, yadda, yadda. So, I have those too, see above for the generic ones, but here's my secret one...write. It's always what I've wanted to do, so now I at least try, everyday. One of my issues is that I come up with the best topics in the shower...someone really needs to invent

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-41746538746845603202008-11-17T11:31:00.004-06:002008-11-17T13:50:22.855-06:00

I think I'm giving up on people. Why do I even hold onto my friendships? I've had so many "good" friends come in and out of my life that I make it extremely difficult to let people in anymore. I do wear my heart on my sleeve, and people tend to take advantage of that. So, the few friends I let into my life are family to me, and it breaks my heart when I feel like our friendship is just shoved

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-90820941052010891812008-08-20T16:29:00.003-05:002009-09-18T14:06:26.507-05:00

I can't remember when I wrote this, but I think it was in high school.Darkness surrounds-Yet I live.I cry to heaveYet I'm not heard.I curse towards hellAnd all breaks loose.Breath runs away-Sight begins to fade-Feeling is no more.I cry to be lovedAnd arms hold me.Feeling your supernatural Peace is all I feelAnd seeing your supernaturalLight is all I seebreathing your power Is all I breathe.You

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-5524394955623131252008-08-20T13:53:00.007-05:002009-09-18T14:08:03.957-05:00

I'm trying to figure something out. Well, actually I've been working on it for the last couple of months at least. How can someone be happy and miserable at the same time? How can someone feel heartbroken and happy simultaneously? How can I feel so lonely when I know I am not? Why do I feel this way when I do not want to feel like this? Let me lay it all on the line here.I have a good life. I'm

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-31038603271773585642008-08-07T15:08:00.004-05:002009-09-18T14:11:42.102-05:00

Following is derived from a writing exercise to focus on voice or perspective as it's known outside of the writer's world. Bill looked up from the ground and stared straight into the eyes of some gorgeous blonde, who just happens to be chuckling to herself behind perfectly manicured nails. Bob knew she was laughing about his trip down the stairs. This blonde helped him to his feet, complimented

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-52076198202002918432008-08-07T14:37:00.006-05:002009-09-18T14:12:23.745-05:00

This was derived from a writing exercise that we had to describe as much as possible in 5 minutes. I plan to finish this someday.Jacob was afraid. He was afraid to come out in the daylight and let people see it. This was his one private thing...his secret. Jacob had a scar. It wasn't a physical scar, but it was so emotionally deep that it seemed physical to Jacob.He first started drawing his scar

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-60892767030250196052008-08-07T14:14:00.003-05:002009-09-18T14:13:12.273-05:00

Dear Diary,I can't believe he brought that bitch here of all places! This is my home too! First, he forces me to give up some of MY fairy dust to sprinkle the "Darling" brats so he he can teach them how to fly. Then, he brings her to my home! John and Michael I absolutley adore. Their only fault is that they are related to her. I know Peter doesn't love her. He just enjoys showing off. He acts

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-6326806061558385112008-07-30T16:39:00.002-05:002008-09-18T14:10:39.900-05:00

Physical connection...it's a basic human need. We crave to be touched if it has been too long since feeling that connection. Just like air, water, food, and shelter...a basic human need. A friend's hug, a lover's touch, holding hands with your child. We need the physical connections to feel close to one another to feel connected. In a world with internet, texting, cell phones, it is entirely too

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-14644571315651042732008-07-25T16:23:00.000-05:002008-07-25T16:24:49.944-05:00

I really don't know what to do anymore. I feel I am not allowed to be stressed or upset or anything but in a good mood. If I am, I, then, am told or shown that I'm selfish and I'm not supportive. I feel like I'm going to breakdown and completely lose it all. I was recently told "Just deal." I have been. For 10 years, I have been dealing with every painful dissappointment, stressful situation

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-15494458965431409892008-07-25T16:22:00.000-05:002008-07-25T16:23:06.066-05:00

I hope that I am not the only mother/wife/working woman/friend/whatever else that feels like at any moment one of the balls I've been juggling is going to drop or just not come down at all. Seriously, I'm afraid that if one thing falls out of place, the entire world of routines that I and several other people depend on will completely shatter. Is this normal? Do I need not to worry? Should I

Carin@MRDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2028027019554497814.post-51646783184620832842008-07-25T16:20:00.000-05:002008-07-25T16:21:22.339-05:00

Sometimes I wonder how my mom did it. Raised 5 kids by herself and juggled full-time work, church, our extra-curricular activites, and more. But there were costs of being in a single mom family. I do have some traits that she has, not necessarily parenting traits though. But no, I am not my mom. I believe I have a very different parenting style than she does, and every time I begin to lose

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One of my friends was trying to cheer me up about the not-so-good night I had one night. I really didn't want to go into details, so I gave one guess why my evening didn't go so well....Here is the guess:Your night got ruined because you spilled spagetti sauce all down the front of your favorite dress, it's Chef Beauy-boirardi-no-that guy with the chef's hat.Then you walked into the living room

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Found on Yahoo! Shine...I think this is fantastic! I continuously try to install good manners in my boys. During a dinner date this weekend, I was seated two tables away from a family with a teenager, a tween, a mom, dad and one set of grandparents. Completely wholesome, I thought, until the son got up and walked past us. He was a technological maven:Ear pods in his ear for his iPod.A small

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I admit it! I have a technological dependency, and I cannot choose between one or the other or even that one over there. If someone actually took the time and sat and thought one thing after another, the conclusion would be that all of us have a technological dependency. It would just be a matter of where we define our technology. All of us cannot live without fire...the caveman discovered that.

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I have always gotten crap about keeping up my active hobbies/interests/life (yes, even my college studies) after becoming a family and not giving up everything completely for my kids. Granted, my kids are my life, but I am an independent person who needs to experience my own things, and I expect my kids to be the same way. The extremely independent people are often the most creative, imaginative,

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Yep, I am actually creating a blog. There are times of have things to say that may or may not be said in respective forums or sites. While I am getting situated here, I will be pulling some of my other blogs/journals/writings so you may have something to read in the meantime. Enjoy!

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