tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32160801252683186712024-03-12T19:03:44.421-04:003 Little SparrowsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.comBlogger705125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-13628372866327716142011-07-13T01:12:00.001-04:002011-07-13T01:12:40.564-04:00UUGHHHI accidentally deleted stuff....lots of stuff apparently. My poor blog. I can't get the missing photos and things back, which makes me very sad. :(<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-53712390357781599982011-05-08T00:08:00.001-04:002011-05-15T14:57:41.685-04:00We Walked for My MomMy kiddos and I joined a few other families from my Girl Scout Troop and took part in today's MS Walk. We couldn't have asked for a better day. The sun was shining. The high was 80 today. I did a double take earlier in the week when I checked today's forecast. Last weekend it was bitter cold and snowed, so to be able to walk in shorts today was incredible. <br />
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The walk was fun. The kids did a great job. We walked a mile today for MS.<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-47982587088871189452011-03-31T23:52:00.007-04:002011-05-10T18:52:05.884-04:00It's Time To Party<a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/34651/ultimate-blog-party-2011/"><img align="center" alt="Ultimate Blog Party 2011" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/UBP11/5528cf09.jpg" title="Ultimate Blog Party 2011" /></a><br />
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Hi everybody. I am so glad to have you visiting. My name is Erica and you may know me as the trusty assistant over at 5 Minutes for Mom. <br />
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I sure do love those girls. I have been so blessed to have had the joy of working with them.<br />
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So, I have three little ones...you can see them over there on my sidebar, although those pictures are a little old. Audrey is 7, Isaiah is 4 (5 in July) and Christian is 3. So yes, my days are always fun. <br />
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We thought we'd do a little dancing for you, because how can you party without shaking your groove thing?<br />
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Also while you are here, please indulge in some Lindt Truffles. I also have Sweet Tea and Pepsi in my fridge. I have a bit of a sweet tooth. <br />
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A little about me...let's see....when I am not busy working away, I can be found doing lots of homework. I am a Senior at Ashford University online getting a BA in Public Relations/Marketing. I am ALMOST done. I can't wait to get my degree. <br />
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I also like to make quilts and try to learn how to play my guitar. I also lead my daughter's Girl Scout Troop. Can I tell you that I am so happy that we are DONE with cookie sales?!?!?! <br />
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I love books by Nicholas Sparks and Torey Hayden. I love Beth Moore Bible studies. Oh and I love to sing. <br />
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How about you? What things do you like to do when you find yourself with some free time?<br />
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Thanks again for visiting. I am so glad that you stopped by. Leave a comment so that I can come visit your humble abode. Have a blessed day! <br />
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Happy Birthday!<br />
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I have to say that the name, Imagination Celebration, couldn't be anymore perfect for what this organization offers. My kids spent a good two hours crafting, running, climbing, reading, building, exploring and dressing up. We went for one of their free spring break programs, and oh my goodness was it fun.<br />
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Here are some pictures from today's activities<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian making a kite, which he later got to fly throughout the building</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You know that ring stacking toy? This was a giant one that you could climb on and also take the rings on and off. Super fun!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table> While the kids did so much during today's visit, there was still so much left to explore. Sounds like the perfect excuse to head on over again soon. <br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-83314488920972287352011-03-23T18:35:00.003-04:002011-03-23T20:02:01.080-04:00It's Tough Being ThreeHe turned THREE today! My baby boy is not a baby anymore. He had a surprise McQueen balloon waiting for him this morning and then daddy came by at 10:00 A.M., on his way to work, so that we could all have birthday cupcakes together. <br />
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Christian was all smiles until we started singing the birthday song to him. That was something he just did NOT like. <br />
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It's tough being 3, didn't you know?<br />
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His Cars party will be on Saturday, so I'll be sure to post more pictures later Saturday night. :D<br />
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTIAN! <br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-63183485629097644012011-03-16T23:59:00.000-04:002011-03-16T23:59:28.826-04:00Building Castles in the Sand<div style="text-align: center;">He pretended he was at the beach. </div><br />
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There have been many people who have been in my life at various times, helping me through life's hurdles. There are so many different people that I could post a picture of. But today, there are two people who immediately came to mind, for all that they have done for me over the past several years. <br />
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These two lovely ladies have been by my side through many things.....the good, the bad and the ugly.<br />
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You can read more about these two amazing ladies <a href="http://www.3littlesparrows.com/2010/08/day-7-theyre-my-best-friends.html">HERE</a>!<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-1859377368846422452011-02-19T02:50:00.001-05:002011-02-19T02:51:33.858-05:0030 Day Photo Challenge - Day 8<center><b>A picture that makes me laugh</b></center><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Someday you'll look back on this and laugh."</div><br />
This picture captures a moment that did NOT make me happy at the time. She got into a large rectangular piece of Styrofoam. She broke it into a bagillion tiny pieces, and was so proud to show me how she made it snow in her room. <br />
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Yes, this picture makes me laugh.<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-89488290742473914342011-02-17T21:20:00.000-05:002011-02-17T21:20:45.418-05:00Well....I am behind.....and this is why...<br />
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I do have posts to share and pictures of the kiddos to post (for you family members). Just be patient a little while longer, please. :D <br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-38102869847029653102011-02-12T13:08:00.009-05:002011-02-12T13:49:08.905-05:00EucharisteoIt's bright pink, one of my favorite colors. An etched dove graces the front cover. How perfect, since a dove symbolizes peace. It is my new Eucharisteo Journal, where I will begin to list my gifts throughout the day. Each little thing and moment to be thankful for will find its place within the pages of my journal.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://store.dayspring.com/onethgiannvo.html" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJsUf2axP4A/TUkO-cEI-WI/AAAAAAAAC0k/XeGxV7r1CFg/s320/yhst-93128105900816_2141_53805725.jpg" width="207" /></a></div>All excerpts below are taken from <i>One Thousand Gifts</i> by Ann Voskamp.<br />
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<b>Eucharisteo<i></i></b><br />
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<i>"And he took bread, <b>gave thanks</b> and broke it, and gave it to them...."</i>(Luke 22:19 NIV)<br />
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Gave Thanks = Eucharisteo.<br />
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The root word of Eucharisteo is <i>Charis</i>, meaning <i>grace</i>.<br />
Eucharisteo also holds the derivative Greek word <i>Chara</i>, meaning <i>joy</i>. <br />
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<i><b>Charis - Grace<br />
Chara - Joy<br />
Eucharisteo - Thanksgiving</b></i><br />
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"On the night when he was betrayed, the Lord Jesus took some bread and <i>gave thanks</i> to God for it." <br />
(1 Corinthians 11:23-24) Jesus offered thanksgiving for that which would break him, wound him, crush him and yield a bounty of joy (Chara).<br />
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We need to learn how to live a life of eucharisteo - always giving thanks, no matter the circumstances. <br />
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<i>"I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little." (Philippians 4:11-12)</i><br />
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I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks. Something always comes to fill the empty places. And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me. This, <i>this</i> makes me full, and I magnify Him with thanksgiving (Psalm 69:30), and God enters the world. What will a life magnify? The world's stress cracks, the grubbiness of a day, all that is wholly wrong and terribly busted? Or God? <br />
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<b>I say thanks and I swell with Him, and I swell the world and He stirs me, joy all afoot.</b><br />
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So yes, in my bright and cheery journal, I have begun my list....my eucharisteo. Letting His joy engulf me, as I take time to notice His offerings throughout the day. They are all His gifts to me, so I may as well take a hold of them, relish in them, remember them and give thanks for them. <br />
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I will soon notice that all of the daily stressful moments that seem to be crushing me, will be taken over by the rays of sunshine that peek through minute by minute.<br />
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Eucharisteo. <br />
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Its pages are blank, aside from the 3 entries I made this morning:<br />
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<i>1. The kids playing together - their laughter, smiles, joy and imaginations at work.</i><br />
<i>2. Cups of coffee while reading a good book.</i><br />
<i>3. The way Christian rocks back and forth when he's tired. His sleepy eyes. His little fingers rubbing his face. His tired, dimpled grin, as he looks over at me.</i><br />
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It is my new <a href="http://www.3littlesparrows.com/2011/02/eucharisteo.html"target="_blank">Eucharisteo Journal</a>, already a treasured item. I look forward to the pieces of gratitude that will fill it. <br />
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That is a group of <a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/"target="_blank">Invisible Children</a> Roadies. <br />
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What is a roadie? Here, the below video may help to explain. Essentially roadies spread the word about Invisible Children and bring awareness to the longest running war in Africa, that utilizes innocent children as forms of terror and destruction. Oh and some roadies end up in Northern Uganda for a small amount of time, working with the children and schools that the organization built and maintains.<br />
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Here is a glimpse into the life of a roadie. Yes, I am a bit old for something like this...oh well. <br />
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My life has been made up of so many moments, many of which have become ones that I hope to always remember. I can't pick one absolute favorite from the bunch. It's impossible. <br />
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But I came across this photo this morning. I believe I was around 36 or 37 weeks pregnant with my middle son, who is now 4.<br />
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Pregnancy is one of those truly incredible experiences. As years pass, you start to forget what it was like -- feeling your baby kick, the strange pains as your body stretched to make room for the growing bundle of joy, the fluttery movement as the baby did somersaults. It really is amazing.<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-7809101109277774082011-02-06T13:22:00.002-05:002011-02-06T13:32:55.161-05:00One Thousand Gifts - Chapter One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://store.dayspring.com/onethgiannvo.html" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJsUf2axP4A/TUkO-cEI-WI/AAAAAAAAC0k/XeGxV7r1CFg/s320/yhst-93128105900816_2141_53805725.jpg" width="207" /></a></div>My dear friend, who is losing her precious daddy to cancer, was on my heart as I read through the first chapter of One Thousand Gifts. <br />
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There was a section at the end of the chapter that I just knew that I had to share with her. I also knew that I needed to focus on the words as well.<br />
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So beautiful, so poetic and so very very true.........<br />
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<i>"I wonder too....if the rent in the canvas of our backdrop, the losses that puncture our world, our own emptiness. might actually become places to see...to see through to God. </i><br />
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<i>That that which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave. <br />
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But How? How do we choose to allow the holes to become seeing-through-to-God places? To more-God places? How do I give up resentment for gratitude, gnawing anger for spilling joy? Self-focus for God-communion? To fully live--to live full of grace and joy and all that is beauty eternal. It is possible, wildly."</i><br />
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Ann begins her book by taking us to one of her darkest places -- witnessing the death of her younger sister. It was THE event that made her question God's existence and purpose<i>.</i><br />
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<i>"Where is God, really?</i><br />
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<i>How can He be good when babies die, and marriages implode, and dreams blow away, dust in the wind? </i><br />
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<i>Where is grace bestowed when cancer gnaws and loneliness aches and nameless places in us soundlessly die, break off without reason, erode away? Where hides this joy of the Lord, this God who fills the earth with good things, and how do I fully live when life is full of hurt?</i><br />
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<i>How do I wake up to joy and grace and beauty and all that is the fullest life when I must stay numb to losses and crushed dreams and all that empties me out?"</i><br />
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I truly feel that as painful as those hard, dark times are, we need them. We need the dark to understand and appreciate the light.<br />
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As part of the book club discussions, we are to focus on three themes as we read each chapter.<br />
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<b>Seed</b>: What has been planted as you read this chapter? What has it stirred in you?<br />
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<b>Water</b>: How are you nurturing what God desires in you? Be intentional and obedient to what your responsibility is in growth.<br />
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<b>Bloom</b>: What is the fruit you are seeing from what you have learned?<br />
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Today I am just going to talk about the seed.<br />
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For me, my seed goes back to the section I mentioned at the beginning of this post, most specifically moving from self-focus to God-communion. In my life right now, there is a lot I have to deal with and focus on. I seem to be very caught up in the things that I need to accomplish each day. I am a control freak by nature, and try to always take on much more than I can obviously handle. Yet, I do all that I can, pressing on.<br />
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And while He is there, wanting to ease some burdens and give me rest, I don't run to Him. The sad part is, I want to. I don't feel God's presence right now as strongly as I'd like and it's because I haven't been giving Him any of my time.<br />
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So for me, my seed is to let go and let God. I want to run to my Heavenly Father. I want to share my heart with Him, express my burdens, rest in His arms and feel His joy.<br />
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Even on the craziest days, I want <i>to fully live--to live full of grace and joy.</i><br />
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<i> </i>You can read more about chapter one <a href="http://www.incourage.me/2011/02/one-thousand-gifts-1.html" target="_blank">here</a>. <br />
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This is my Saturday night. I should be working on an eight page paper that is due on Monday for my Organizational Management class, but instead I am lost in my Principles of Marketing textbook for the class that starts on Tuesday. I have to have four chapters read by this upcoming Thursday and I thought that I would get a bit of a head start on it this weekend...you know, anything to delay the paper that I SHOULD be doing. <br />
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The thing is, I am LOVING, absolutely loving my Principles of Marketing textbook. I guess that means that I have chosen a good major, right? I am even enjoying taking extensive notes on everything that I read. I think I am just a giant nerd...yep, pretty much. <br />
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At some point tonight, I will push the book aside and get cracking on an outline. I just want to finish the third chapter first. I have two pages left. <br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/Ericaat3littleSparrows.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15787769921654646822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216080125268318671.post-60753890153927715052011-02-03T16:24:00.001-05:002011-02-03T16:26:08.574-05:0030 Day Photo Challenge - Day 1Well day 1 is EASY. I post a photo of myself and share 15 random facts about little ol' me. <br />
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2.I absolutely and positively adore sweet potatoes....baked with a little bit of butter...YUM!<br />
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3. I love cherry blossoms, tulips, purple roses and purple orchids.<br />
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4. I love the word, Serendipity...it began as a child..I was a huge fan of the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Serendipity-Book-List-1/lm/11Z41UY82ZOKZ">Serendipity books</a>. One of my first Bibles, as a young adult, was a Serendipity Bible (I bought it just because it had the word, Serendipity, on the cover). I am a fan of the movie, Serendipity and Serendipity III is one of my favorite restaurants in NYC.<br />
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5. At night I sing specific lullabies to my kids. I sing <i>You Are My Sunshine</i> to my daughter each night, and have since she was a day old. To my boys, I sing <i>Godspeed, Sweet Dreams</i>, a song by the Dixie Chicks, that I have kind of put my own spin on.<br />
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6. One of my favorite life experiences was when I attended school at Huntington University in Indiana.<br />
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8. I am an eternal optimist.<br />
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9. I am very clumsy...I run into things, trip and fall often. I swear there is always some bruise somewhere on my body that I have no idea how I earned.<br />
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10. I love to bake.<br />
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11. I have become a Nutella addict. Hazelnuts are my absolute favorite! I am quite bummed that I didn't discover Nutella until my 30's. This weekend I will be making a<a href="http://blogs.babble.com/family-kitchen/2010/08/04/nutellabundt/"> chocolate chocolate chip bundt cake with Nutella buttercream frosting</a>. Yes, it sounds divine, doesn't it?<br />
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12. I want to have a shabby chic type kitchen someday...in fact every now and then at Goodwill, if I see something that would look cute in a shabby chic kitchen, I buy it. I have a few things stashed away....I just need the right kitchen. <br />
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13. I love community theater and hope to someday soon have time to perform in a community theater production. The last show I was in was almost 10 years ago.<br />
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14. I would love to be a part of a worship team at a church.<br />
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15. I love Hallmark stores. I could spend hours inside of a Hallmark. <br />
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