I made a new set of these magnets. Aviana had pretty much worn the other set out. I got wise this time and just covered them with packing tape instead of using Mod-podge like I did the first time. Faster, and will be more durable. Terrific way to use up those free business magnets that multiply around here like coat hangers.
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Kevin’s parents went on an Alaskan cruise. We’re house sitting for them (at least we go over there and check on it, get the mail and what not). They live on a lake, and of course, Joyce cleans much more thoroughly than I do, and they have satellite. We spent the night over there the other night. It’s weird, you know, it’s only my in-laws’ home, but it felt a bit like a mini vacation. We watched Borat–which I WOULD NOT recommend because of several lewd and offensive scenes. There were however some absolutely hilarious parts to it, when he wasn’t being all gross.
Am I really that hard up for free time that I consider a night at my in-laws’ a night away?
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In the morning, Aviana and I watched a couple of episodes of A Baby Story. She was fascinated, and I was impressed with the questions she was asking. She remembers a lot more than I realized about Brielle’s birth. I got all teary eyed watching. I wonder if that means I’m ready to start thinking about another one…
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Great Mail Day–I got a card from a dear friend, and a catalogue. The catalogue featured all things autumn. What? Autumn? I’m just easing into July and getting used to it being summer.
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I recently spent some time at this website–its a collection of regular, average mom’s pictures, and stories of their battles with self-image, self-criticism. It helps me see I’m not alone in this struggle and helps me feel better about how I look–instead of comparing myself to a fantasy standard, like to compare myself to fellow moms like Denise Richards, I can see that real moms don’t really look like celebrities do.
If I would just choose to see myself as God sees me, instead of how I compare to anyone else, I’m sure I’d be better off.
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Haha!! Those pictures made me smile. That seems so long ago, I miss you my friend. Have a great 4th!