tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65031609062507348192024-03-05T06:51:45.444-05:00Being GabbyGabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-34171041558798369892014-07-14T13:18:00.002-04:002014-07-14T22:26:26.910-04:00Brown Unicorns<div>
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I have never considered myself a perfectionist. While I wasn't a "bad" girl, I was a bit sassy (ask my parents) and had a bit of a naughty streak. On occasion the fun outweighed the consequence. Throughout my school years my grades were good but I admit they might have been even better if I had put in a little extra effort or started assignments sooner. My name probably was and still is atop the list of high-ranking procrastinators.<br>
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I always thought that my procrastination came from a lack of motivation and not really caring quite enough about the outcome. But in reality, over the past few years, I've learned some things both about procrastinating and about myself. It seems that at times procrastination and perfectionism have been evil twins and teamed up on me. Perfectionism was causing my procrastination. Fear of failure or not living up to expectation has left my projects and me undone. Feeling that I am not good enough or my work is not good enough or the illusion that the end result needs to be "perfect" has resulted in many unfinished projects, paralyzed me to the point of not starting a project at all or has left me unhappy with what I do accomplish. I have and often do find myself unable to get past the "should haves" or "could haves." <i>Perfection has been the thief of joy.</i><br>
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There's a particular story my family knows well.<br>
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I sat in that art room on the second story of the elementary school thirty-some years ago. The project was papier mache. As a child I HATED to touch any thing dirty or sticky, have my hands soiled, have anything on my clothes, etc. (My parents went through a lot of hand soap, laundry detergent and patience raising me.) There I was, seated at the table with my hands submerged in a slimy, sticky mixture attempting to form tattered, torn paper into something recognizable.<br>
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Fast forward a bit...my unicorn was not looking too bad. As a matter of fact, it was really starting to take shape. Maybe I could get through this assignment after all.<br>
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Then came time to paint our creations. The art teacher arranged supplies and instructed us to select our brushes and paint. My world came crashing down.<br>
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I approached the paint selection. No white paint. Everyone knows unicorns are white. (Apparently everyone except that art teacher.) Perhaps someone else had chosen it. I'd wait patiently for my turn to obtain some. I gently scanned the room. NO WHITE PAINT! Maybe the teacher had forgotten to set it out. I was now certain it was in the closet. Politely I asked. Her response, "We don't have white. How about brown? Just use brown."<br>
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My heart sank and my project was ruined. How about brown? How about brown?? A brown unicorn? This could not be happening. Unicorns are white NOT brown. But, since I wasn't completely outrageous and I tried my best to follow the rules at school, a major outburst was not the best plan. So, I plopped in my seat and began painting my unicorn - most likely mumbling and grumbling inside - BROWN.<br>
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My parents were always very supportive and loved the artwork that came home. Naturally, my mother displayed that brown unicorn on the shelf in our home for years. For all those years, I stared at that unicorn seeing nothing but the flaw and wishing it had turned out differently.<br>
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Sadly, that brown unicorn isn't the only area of my life where I have focused on the negative and missed out on opportunity to see beauty and find joy. There have been more instances than I care to recount where I have let "if only" and "not good enough" creep in and take up residence.</div>
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Just this weekend, I sat cross-legged on our living room floor as my girl gave me instruction on painting a canvas. I can't paint, I told myself, as I have many times. But I can mother. Sometimes mothering means meeting my girl where her heart is. That evening it meant I was headed to art class with my precious daughter as the instructor. </div>
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She's a great teacher and things were going well...until that rogue brush stroke threatened the work. If my sweet encourager had not been there, I would have set that canvas down and walked away never to touch it again. She kept me there. She offered a solution to turn the mistake into part of the piece and to embrace the beauty beyond the flaws. Most importantly...<br>
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In that moment, my wise beyond her years 13-year-old spoke the most unexpected, insightful and significant words: <b><i>"Accept your brown unicorns!"</i></b></div>
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Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-21848537909059329812014-04-04T12:14:00.001-04:002014-04-04T12:14:31.691-04:00Five Minute Friday: Writer<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I always dreamed of being a writer. I could see it: my name in print. The 9 letters of my long first name gracefully sprawled across the newsprint or along a binding in the local bookstore.<br />
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Sometimes, young daydreams and wishes don't come true and the realization hits that maybe it isn't part of the greater plan. But maybe, just maybe, it isn't "NO". Perhaps it's "not now" or even "yes" but a bit different from the original vision.<br />
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In the midst of life, words, phrases, beginning and ending sentences begin to flood my mind. I find the nearest writing supplies to record them. Sometimes it's the virtual keyboard on a smartphone. Sometimes pretty ink creates the words on the lined pages of a fresh new journal. Other times it's thoughts scribbled in crayon on a scrap of paper or even a grocery receipt that's been in the bottom of a messy purse for weeks. Whatever it looks like, the words get written and I allow myself for a moment to dare to dream once again that someday I will be a writer. It's then I realize, perhaps I already am. Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-64292797982643904992014-03-26T22:22:00.000-04:002014-03-27T08:59:47.563-04:00Raising Generations Today Recap<div style="text-align: justify;">
Although I have not had time to process all that I took in and
took away from my weekend at the <a href="http://www.raisinggenerationstoday.com/" target="_blank">Raising Generations Conference</a>, one
thing is certain: I am equipped to better face the challenges that come
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I know that to be true since life "slapped me
in the face" upon my return. What once would have stolen my joy and
rendered me unable to cope is now mere trials to face and conquer. I may
drift with the waves and the rough waters may toss me about, but I will
not be pulled under. I will not sink beneath them.</div>
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I
drove home Saturday evening excited to see my family and anticipating
my warm welcome and loving embraces. I walked in the back door and
dropped my bags. No welcoming committee-not even the pets. Hello!?! Did
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As
I made my way through the house and up the creaky, old stairs, there he
was. The man I love, in the middle of a work zone, strategically
placing tiles on the bathroom floor. You see, he didn't greet me at the
back door because he was busy doing a labor of love for me, for our
family and for our little fixer-upper home. At the moment, I was
frustrated. Couldn't he have taken a moment to come welcome me? And,
come to think of it, it had been a while since I had encountered a
ladies' room and we have this ONE bathroom in our house. Ahem. Although
this project was what I had asked for, I was inconvenienced and
irritated.</div>
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Reflecting on that moment, I see that it
wasn't at all about the construction zone of my bathroom. It's about the
construction zone of my heart. I needed to get over myself. I needed to look past
the mess and see the beautiful new sink and floor tiles that my husband
was working so hard to install. I needed an attitude of gratitude.</div>
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couple hours later found me talking and giggling with that same man and
our beautiful daughter over dinner at our favorite local restaurant and
a great night of sleep in my own bed. (I love a getaway but there's
just something about your own bed, yes?)</div>
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Then came
Sunday: my day of rest-a day to catch my breath before the start of a
new work week and an opportunity to put my new found "mothering
knowledge" to use. But, Sunday didn't go according to MY plan either. I
once again, left my husband and daughter home without me.</div>
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time I found myself sitting in a stiff chair in a small room of the
Emergency Department gazing simultaneously at the numbers on the monitor
and my father lying in the bed. I won't go into great detail, but I'll
leave you with this: it's just a minor setback in some ongoing health
issues and he'll be alright; watching your parents age is simply no fun;
enjoy them and love them while they're here.</div>
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Upon my
return home, I enjoyed dinner prepared by that hard-working husband of
mine, sunk into the sofa nestled under my fuzzy blanket and dozed off. A
little rest would surely make everything better. Or would it? You see,
upon awakening, I was overcome by a wave of nausea. Yes...I was falling
victim to the dreaded stomach bug! Again, I'll spare the gruesome
details.(To all the other conference moms who were affected-I feel your
pain and am praying for your recoveries.)</div>
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The trials I
was facing left me exhausted, but not defeated! You see, as <a href="http://www.brookemcglothlin.com/" target="_blank">Brooke McGlothlin</a> &
<a href="http://www.29lincolnavenue.com/" target="_blank">Stacey Thacker</a> stated in their session on Saturday,<i> hope is a choice</i>. As I
sat in the quiet of my empty house during my sick day from work on
Monday, rather than cursing my illness and my troubles, I chose to hope.
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That
stressed-out, pre-conference girl who felt like she was at the end of
her rope and that is was fraying as she tossed clothing straight from
the dryer to her suitcase at the last minute and was short with her
child just moments before departing...that girl who so desperately
needed to escape reality...that girl who was reaching out for hope but
finding it just too far away...she was being called to the stillness to
rest, to be renewed and to stretch just a little more to finally grasp
tight to hope.</div>
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In
between the chaos of life before and after the conference, was an
amazing, fun-filled getaway with some great women and without the worries of everyday life (i.e. work and home responsibilities). I wish I had more photographic documentation, but aside from a
few photos and a little Facebook surfing from my hotel bed Friday night,
I tried my best to "unplug and recharge" and not be as attached to my
smartphone as I usually am. </div>
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Highlights of my little getaway include:</div>
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Walking
into a shoe store on Market St. and finding 1 pair of perfect, tall,
black boots...in MY size...ON CLEARANCE. Thus ending the 2 year search
for new boots.</div>
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Spending girl time with a good friend.</div>
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Proclaiming ourselves to be the The Best Mom(s) ever!</div>
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I remember in the moments that I feel like a failure that I AM the best
mom ever because He has chosen me to mother my precious girl and will
equip me and guide me to do just that (even - and especially - through these teenage years.)</i><br />
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Meeting <a href="http://www.lisajobaker.com/" target="_blank"> Lisa Jo Baker</a> and seeing <a href="http://www.septembermccarthy.com/" target="_blank">September McCarthy</a>.</div>
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Seeing old friends and meeting a few new friends...purchasing some books and winning some books...laughing, learning and SO MUCH MORE! </div>
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As the design on my conference swag bag states, "Life is a Journey."</div>
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-13032401897815322992014-01-30T22:10:00.001-05:002014-01-30T22:19:27.487-05:00Thirteen to Thirteen: Day 12Lesson #12: Hire a "Manny"<br />
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From the day we told him we were expecting, I knew my dad was in love with his grandchild. When it came time for her arrival I think he would have beat Ben and I to the hospital if my mom had let him!<br />
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From the first time he met her, he called her his "Lovebug" and they've shared a special bond since the beginning.<br />
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Emily is truly blessed to have both sets of her grandparents nearby and involved in her life. But I'm choosing to write about "Poppy" tonight.<br />
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We had always planned that I would be a stay at home mom, but, 6 months in, circumstances were such that I was headed back to work part time. Deep down I knew that I was doing the right thing by financially contributing to our little family and,
I'll admit that adult conversation helped keep my sanity, but I was a
bit devastated to be missing out on that time with my precious girl and
the thought of having to entrust her care to someone else. <br />
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So, what was a mom to do? Hire a "Manny". Yes...I hired my dad,
"Poppy" to care for Emily while I worked. What a blessing that was!<br />
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Every day was an adventure: they read countless books pouring over the details on each page, watched education programs (I vividly recall my lesson on nocturnal animals-taught by my toddler), played dolls and hosted tea parties. I'll never forget the day that I got a text with a photo of his turquoise finger nails he had let her paint and his neck wrapped in a pink feather boa!<br />
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I am forever grateful for the way that he cared for her in my absence and for everything that all the grandparents have done to help shape Emily into the fine young lady she has become!<br />
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Having struggled most of my life with fear of fitting in and on a constant quest for approval, it brings me great joy to see Emily so sure of her self. <br />
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From the beginning, she has been a free spirit. (At times it has
posed a challenge-don't ask about age 3 and her quest for independence.)
She has always had her own sense of style, a mind of her own and has
not buckled to the pressure to go with the crowd. I see her so comfortable with who she is, yet so humble, and it makes my heart happy.<br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-3616574952902257222014-01-28T23:48:00.001-05:002014-01-28T23:50:08.279-05:00Thirteen to Thirteen: Day 10Lesson #10: Great Things Come in Small Packages<br />
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Emily, they say "great things come in small packages" and it's so true. Like the time your daddy pulled a small ring box out and asked me to spend forever with him...or the time he surprised me with diamond earrings on my 25th birthday...and then there was the day that I wrapped a pair of tiny baby nail clippers in a small box and gave it to "Nana & Poppy" with a little note to announce that you were on the way. <br />
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But nothing proves that statement more than you, precious girl! You came into our lives weighing a mere 5 pounds, 4 oz. But let me tell you, the love we felt was immeasurable (and still is).<br />
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You were so tiny. The night we brought you home, as I dressed you, I sat on the edge of that hospital bed and cried uncontrollably. Your little outfit seemed to swallow you and I couldn't believe that I was being entrusted to care for such a tiny, delicate little person.<br />
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As terrified as I was that night, we brought you home and we've survived 13 years together! <br />
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I sit in awe as I think of how you've grown: physically, emotionally, intellectually...you have blossomed into an amazing young lady are are beautiful inside and out. You are smart, funny, talented, have a huge heart and contagious joy. I could stay up all night listing things, but I think you know how I feel.<br />
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You may have come to us in a small package, but you truly are the greatest gift we have ever received. <br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-75084462557656422802014-01-27T21:18:00.003-05:002014-01-27T21:22:50.457-05:00Thirteen to Thirteen: Day 9Lesson 9: Daddies are a girl's first love! <br />
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I've always had a good relationship with my father and I'm pretty sure as the baby girl of the family I had him wrapped around my little finger. (My sister always insisted all I had to do was flash my smile at him and I'd get whatever I wanted.)<br />
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It wasn't until Emily came into our lives that I fully understood the daddy-daughter bond and how special it really is. Watching Ben father our precious girl brought it all into perspective. It has brought so much joy to me (and on occasion, a tear to my eye) to witness the love he has for her. <br />
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Friday evening we held a surprise party for Emily. Since Chinese New Year is on her actual birthdate (January 31) this year, we celebrated with a Chinese theme. We ordered up a bunch of takeout and invited a few of her friends.<br />
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She had no clue and was quite shocked and happy to come home to a party!<br />
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#6: Everyone needs a surprise party once in their lifetime!<br />
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#7: I CAN keep a secret every once in a while.<br />
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There is NOTHING that compares to true friends. Emily is certainly
blessed with some of the best and kindest friends a girl could wish for. <br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-14338586605412382942014-01-23T22:33:00.001-05:002014-01-23T22:35:11.837-05:00Thirteen to Thirteen: Day 5Lesson #5:<br />
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One of the MANY things I love about Emily is her ability to embrace each and every situation, take time out to soak it all in and live life to the fullest. <br />
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One occasion in particular comes to mind...it was autumn and our calendar was full. Each time we left home we'd drive past the park at the end of the street and she'd point out the ever growing collection of fallen leaves blanketing the grass.<br />
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I knew what she was implying...she was envisioning the biggest, best "LEAF DAY" ever. She would frequently gather a handful of leaves from our yard, throw them in the air and cheefully exclaim, "LEAF DAY!"<br />
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We were busy, though. Who had time to walk to the park for the sole purpose of tossing some leaves in the air? Certainly not me!<br />
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But one afternoon, I brought her home from school and couldn't shake the stirring I felt to make that walk. I'm so glad I did. I will never forget that afternoon - the joy on her face as the leaves cascaded around her and the squeals of delight as she jumped into piles of crisp, crunchy autumn.<br />
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Had I not listened to that little internal prompting, I would've
missed the moment. Especially since the very next morning, I drove by
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chance may never come again. Make beautiful memories not regrets.Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-27290579859499784272014-01-22T21:27:00.003-05:002014-01-22T21:27:56.769-05:00Thirteen to Thirteen: Day 4Lesson #4:<br />
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You can do anything you set your mind to! Nothing is impossible!<br />
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There is little in life as awesome as watching your child setting a goal and remaining determined until they achieve it.<br />
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About 5 months into my pregnancy, an ultrasound predicted I was going to be the mama of a girl. As comes with the territory, my mind turned to all things frilly and pink. Never once did I imagine that I would be cheering her with damp eyes as her Tae Kown Do instructor tied a black belt around her waist! <br />
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I saw her set her mind on reaching that milestone and watched as she followed through and pressed on to make it. It wasn't easy, but she stuck with it and met the goal she had set for herself. <br />
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Emily Claire, you will go great places! Your determination is inspiring!<br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-47711591272593896192014-01-22T21:14:00.000-05:002014-01-22T21:15:01.567-05:00Thirteen to Thirteen: Day 3So lesson #3 should have been posted last night, but yesterday was a hectic day and when I finally slowed down enough to think of it, I was in the upstairs hall headed to bed.<br />
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This is all part of the lessons learned through motherhood, including:<br />
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There will be days where things don't go according to plans and days that you get so wrapped up in motherhood that you forget everything else.. Go with it! Be flexible!<br />
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And...sometimes you just have to know when to call it a day, leave a few things unfinished and get some sleep while you can!<br />
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(For the record, going to bed at a reasonable time instead of coming back down and opening the laptop was the right choice!)<br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-26915701401194516132014-01-20T21:00:00.001-05:002014-01-20T21:03:53.546-05:00Thirteen to Thirteen: Day 2Life Lesson #2:<br />
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I think I taught her this one, but we certainly agree that...<br />
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"There is NOTHING like a good book."<br />
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Some of my most precious memories are of the times we have spent snuggling and pouring over the pages of a story and I will NEVER forget the first time she read to me!<br />
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I just can't say no to the purchase of a book. The times I have lectured that, "we're just buying what is on the list," as we enter a store only to have her sweetly ask for book are too numerous too count. Of course, my heart melts, my wallet opens and we come home with another great piece of literature to add to our collection!<br />
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Keep reading, sweet girl!<br />
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See you tomorrow for #3. <br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-70852118450491402212014-01-19T21:19:00.000-05:002014-01-19T21:24:20.628-05:00Thirteen to Thirteen: Day 1In less than two weeks we will be celebrating a big birthday around here. Emily is turning 13. I cannot believe how the years have flown by and that in a matter of days we'll have a teenager in the house!<br />
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Thirteen years ago, with a flurry of emotion including excitement, anticipation and (I'll admit) fear, I walked (waddled) into that labor and delivery room to meet my precious girl. From the moment I laid eyes on her, my heart was bursting at the seams with love and I knew life would never be the same. Little did I know that winter night, just how much that tiny 5 pound, 4 ounce person was about to change me--for the better!<br />
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I am in awe of how much she has taught me over the years and thought
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#1...DON'T be afraid to express yourself. Accessories are a must...<br />
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Stop by tomorrow for Lesson #2.Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-57083214336914526212014-01-01T21:49:00.002-05:002014-01-01T21:50:52.091-05:00One Word: FOCUS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-85654478072092462122013-04-14T17:02:00.002-04:002013-04-14T17:05:50.402-04:00Hello...Goodbye<br />
Life has been a bit of a whirlwind since I lasted posted. I'm hoping
to get back on track SOON but until then I will leave you with the
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Hello, April...Goodbye, March<br />
Hello, Spring Break...Goodbye, Spring Break<br />
Hello, Tooth Infection...Goodbye, Tooth <br />
Hello, Broken Dryer...Goodbye, Broken Dryer (Thank God you are fixed!) <br />
Hello, Beautiful Weather, Goodbye Beautiful Weather (Please come back!)<br />
Hello, New Job...Goodbye, Lazy Mornings<br />
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Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-11867649402665374492013-03-26T21:38:00.000-04:002013-03-26T21:38:04.048-04:00Tell It TuesdayOn Sunday afternoon we celebrated a Palm Sunday/Early Easter dinner with Ben's family while his aunt was still in town visiting from Florida. Delicious food was consumed, laughter was heard around the dinner table and a good time was had by all.<br />
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I didn't get a chance to post a Monday "FunDay" post yesterday. Somehow the day got away from me with bill paying, errands and other not so fun grown-up tasks. But the day ended on a fun note. Since Aunt Barb was headed back to Florida today (wish I had climbed in her luggage) we had one last 3D movie night here at our place. We watched Tangled. Although Emily has the regular dvd which we have watched - probably literally -100 times, seeing it in 3D made it like a whole new movie to me. Of course no movie night would be complete without some of Chef Ben's popcorn.<br />
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Today Ben and I attended a memorial service for a sweet lady who spent an amazing 92 years living out her faith and loving on those around her. It was awesome to see that little community church so full of people whose lives she had touched. I think it's safe to say everyone who encountered her came away a better person as a result. I did not know her nearly as well as I wish I had, but any time I was in her presence I just sensed her joy and her love of her Lord and those around her. I also know how deeply she touched and affected my husband and his family. While it's sad to have lost such a great lady here on earth, she has left behind quite a legacy and we rejoice with her as she has received the ultimate reward she has been working towards all these years. There's no doubt she has heard those sweet words, "well done, my good and faithful servant." What an example of a life well lived. Until we meet again, "Gram". <br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-89818751746771538822013-03-22T16:14:00.002-04:002013-03-22T16:15:56.397-04:00Five Minute Friday: REMEMBER<br />
<i>My dearest Emily Claire:</i><br />
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<i>I remember it all...</i><br />
<i>The day I found out that I was going to be a mom;</i><br />
<i>The news that I was going to be the mother of a daughter;</i><br />
<i>The long, hard hours bringing you into the world and how you instantly changed mine for the better;</i><br />
<i>Breathing you in as I snuggled you close: your sweet scent, your soft skin, your little piggies;</i><br />
<i>Your firsts: first tooth, first steps, first birthday, first day of school...</i><br />
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<i>When I really began to realize how you are blossoming into a young lady before my eyes and how soon it all becomes memories...precious memories that I will forever cherish.</i><br />
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<i>Please remember...</i><br />
<i>You have been the greatest gift in my life;</i><br />
<i>You will always be my "baby girl";</i><br />
<i>I am so proud of who you've been, who you are and who you are becoming;</i><br />
<i>No matter where life takes you, there's always a road home and your dad and I will be right here waiting to welcome you.</i><br />
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<i>And most of all...remember...we love you! </i><br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-86750276753322976752013-03-18T21:42:00.001-04:002013-03-18T21:51:01.145-04:00Fun-Day: Decor EditionMonday morning started out with a shopping list and hopes of getting the errands done ahead of the impending snow storm. Not very exciting but it needed to get done.<br />
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Bringing my mother and heading to my favorite store was sure to increase the fun factor...or was it? Yes, she made it better. But I was starting to have my doubts on the rest. I'm not sure if they were re-arranging, re-stocking, or what but I just felt like the store was a bit disorganized and not up to par today. Perhaps it was me that was off...I don't know.<br />
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Anyway, I was not enjoying myself but mornings aren't good without k-cups, cats are NOT happy without their cat food and certain 12-year-old girls like to have something to pack for lunch. So I was making the best of it.<br />
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Trying to add a little cheer, since, you can't tell from the weather, it is almost Easter, I decided to pick up a little treat for myself.<br />
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How much FUN are they? I was falling in decor love. Best part: they were 50% off! Let's just say that there might be a cute little addition to a wall near me soon!<br />
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Saturday evening Ben and I conjured up a spur of the moment date night while Emily was staying over at a friend's house. We decided last minute to go to dinner but just weren't feeling "the usual". After a few minutes of brainstorming we decided upon <a href="http://newthaliofindiacorning.com/index.html" target="_blank">Thali of India</a> in <a href="http://www.gafferdistrict.com/" target="_blank">Corning's Gaffer District</a>. The food was great and it was fun to try something different for a change. (I highly recommend the Tandoori Chicken and a cup of Indian Masala Tea.)<br />
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As we were pulling up in front of the restaurant we noticed a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/mintvelvetvintage" target="_blank">vintage/antique shop</a> so we decided to pop in before dinner. If you've ever watched the show American Pickers, that's all I could think of as I browsed. Some of the "vintage" items were things we had in our home when I was growing up. Way to make a girl feel OLD! <br />
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After dinner we headed for Barnes and Noble for some browsing in the bargain section. I also found myself flipping through home and decor magazines and doing a little dreaming.<br />
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Sunday was a bit of a rest day as a result of the time change. Losing an hour does me in!<br />
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Yesterday found me bargain hunting at Kohl's with my mama and today was breakfast with the parents, errands in the pouring rain and an appointment for Em to get her custom ear plugs. Gotta protect those ears and ear tubes come swim season. What better way to do it than in style with some purple and yellow swirl plugs?<br />
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Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-63067256469612191142013-03-08T16:56:00.001-05:002013-03-08T17:10:21.054-05:00Five Minute Friday: HOME"If only I could quit seeing it as the fixer-upper house that'll never be enough and instead work on my fixer-upper attitude to see it as the home that it is: overflowing with love," were the powerful words I wrote in <a href="http://beinggabby.blogspot.com/2012/08/ignore-my-house-and-come-into-my-home.html" target="_blank">this post</a> several months ago.<br />
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Although I have been working hard at clearing clutter and doing some little projects (including a new living room paint color), I doubt this old house will ever be worthy of a magazine cover or the HGTV channel. Our furnishings are a mis-matched collection of hand-me downs and bargain finds we carted home with a little DIY thrown into the mix. There was no fancy advertisements, outrageous price tags or delivery in three days or less! In fact, most came with a note stating, "some assembly required." But they're ours. They tell a story: our story. The story of how we are making this house our home.<br />
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And one thing is certain. At the end of the day when I sink into the worn-down cushions of my secondhand couch, I am home. Surrounded by the people, the pets, the memories and the moments yet to come...I am home.<br />
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<strong><em>Linking up with <a href="http://lisajobaker.com/2013/03/five-minute-friday-home-2/" target="_blank">Lisa Jo</a> for Five Minute Friday</em></strong></div>
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My lazy Sunday at home in my yoga pants;<br />
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My dear husband who rarely texts me, but sent me this message just moments after I was contemplating what to conjure up for dinner and not getting far in the idea department</div>
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and just one hour later came through the door from work with fresh, hot pizza from one of our favorite Italian restaurants;<br />
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The conversation I had when I picked my girl up at school yesterday and told her that "Poppy" (my dad) was in the hospital again and her response was, "but I know he's going to be okay" and how tear drops formed in my eyes when she continued, "I'm getting used to this. I should NOT be getting used to this." She's right. She shouldn't be. None of us should;<br />
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How I had a Monday Funday post all typed up with pictures and as I went to hit publish it vanished last night, so I shut the laptop and went to bed;<br />
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How my dad's face lit up when I took my girl for a visit this afternoon... <br />
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Perhaps grand-daughters are the best medicine!<br />
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<i>*Linking up for Virtual Coffee with <a href="http://amyluckynumber13.blogspot.com/">http://amyluckynumber13.blogspot.com </a></i><br />
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<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-27893560712506853752013-03-03T20:31:00.002-05:002013-03-05T21:04:26.176-05:00Antiques in the AfternoonIt's no secret. I love chocolate. I love coffee. So it should come as
absolutely no surprise that a cafe mocha ranks high on my list of
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Saturday afternoon, I had the
privilege of sipping a steamy cafe mocha while conversing with my husband and
some friends around a little fireside table at a cozy <a href="http://www.montourcoffeehouse.com/" target="_blank">cafe</a>.
It was the first time any of us had been there, but if I have anything
to do about it, it will most definitely NOT be the last.<br />
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the moment I started up the steps of <a href="http://www.crookedlakereview.com/articles/34_66/41aug1991/41stillman.html" target="_blank">the old brick building (circa 1854)</a> I
had a feeling I was going to love this little cafe within. It didn't
disappoint. If I lived just a few miles closer I am fairly certain I'd be a
"regular" there.<br />
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The delicious caffeinated
beverage and treats, the friendship, the "homey" atmosphere, the
cheerful owner...the entire experience just warmed my heart on that cold
winter afternoon. As we exited the cafe, small snowflakes sprinkled
about as the sound of rushing water drew my attention to the nearby <a href="http://www.dec.ny.gov/permits/53841.html" target="_blank">Chequaga Falls</a>. <br />
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We left the cafe and began the trek home. Just blocks from our house, my husband veered off and parked in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanover_Square_Historic_District_%28Horseheads,_New_York%29" target="_blank">Historic Hanover Square</a>
and announced we were headed to the antique shop because he hadn't been
there in a while. I've never been much of an antique fan. Most items
fall at one extreme end of the spectrum or the other, in my opinion.
Either I deem them stinky, old junk or I fall in love only to find that
the piece is COMPLETELY out of our league as far as budget or household
space is concerned and it's just depressing.<br />
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yesterday I was enjoying a little free time in the company of my hubby
and decided to go along with his plan. So I hopped out of the car and we
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We entered the shop and I was still in "smile and play along" mode. But then I spotted it. I fell in love...<br />
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I inquired about the price only to find that it could
indeed be mine if I desired. I spent the rest of our time there in the
shop determined that I wasn't leaving without it.<br />
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And I didn't.<br />
<br />Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029032637938070591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503160906250734819.post-21966440815084478282013-03-01T08:52:00.003-05:002013-03-05T21:04:58.739-05:00Five Minute Friday: ORDINARY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At time life can seem so mundane. The clock ticks. The tasks become routine. The days meld together. It all seems so ORDINARY.<br />
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Don't get me wrong. Ordinary can actually be a safe, comfy place at times. But what if I added a little EXTRA here and there? EXTRA + ORDINARY = EXTRAORDINARY!<br />
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There folks, is your English and spelling lesson for the day. You're welcome!<br />
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Seriously, what if I gave a little more? What if I put my heart into all those little tasks or took the time to notice the blessings sprinkled throughout instead of just mindless racing through my day or going in circles like a hamster on its wheel running, running, running and getting no where? <br />
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All too often I take the ordinary for granted. I get so wrapped up in telling myself that there has to be more. What if instead of just living, I started LIVING? Perhaps ordinary would become extraordinary and I'd realize it isn't so bad.<br />
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