tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53118619303259427832024-03-13T21:18:41.086-07:00Paige's PostsRandom thoughts from a Southern Girl!paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-58242324159295287092011-07-04T09:54:00.000-07:002011-07-04T10:06:35.235-07:00NEWS!<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Happy 4th of July everyone! I hope everyone is having an awesome day! :) I haven't updated my blog in a long time, and I have some news to share so I thought I would go ahead and let everyone know. Before I begin please if you have any hurtful or judgmental things to say, please don't bother to say anything at all.<br /><br />The news is that Jeremiah and I are getting a divorce. This has been in the works for awhile, not a rash decision. I am not going to go into why we are because it's between us. Not trying to be a stick in the mud here, but it's just the way it is. Jeremiah and I got married wayyyyyy too early and too fast. We have had our ups and downs over the years we have been married. And we just realize that we made a mistake and we are moving on with our lives.<br /><br />We are not mad at each other, just ready to start the next chapter in our lives. I know some of you may not agree with this, but this is my life and I have to do what I have to do. Walk in my shoes for awhile and you will understand why. So please keep any hurtful comments to yourself.<br /><br />Right now we are separated and I'm working on getting my own place. I have a great job and am happy there. This is not a rash decision, it's been in the works for awhile. I've just been trying to figure out what I'm going to do. What has kept me here is being scared of being on my own, but I'm strong and I know I can do it. I have many wonderful people in my life who support me and I know I will be just fine.<br /><br />I'm going to go for now, but again I wish everyone a safe and happy 4th of July!<br />Paige<br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-44493233623625151342011-06-14T23:25:00.000-07:002011-06-14T23:52:37.229-07:00I just want to sleep...I can't sleep, I toss and turn trying to drift away into nothingness, memories of you keep running through my mind. Of what was and what will never be. Times used to be so simple, nothing like it is today. What I wouldn't give to go back and cherish those fleeting moments of precious time. When I used to feel loved and not used. When I felt accepted and not judged. When I knew all of life's problems would be solved by simple faith. Now all I do is worry, wonder who or what I will lose next. Life is not that simple anymore, reality is a cruel monster trying to eat at my soul.<br /><br />Taken from a song but speaks measures..."I would die to know you still loved me". Don't you see me here, begging for your love and acceptance? Don't you see I'm not the horrible monster you seem to think I am? I love you more than I could ever express, more than any words could ever describe. I try to earn your love by being what you want me to be. Or at least making you see what you want to see. But I know that isn't true love and never will be. Why can't you just accept me for who I am? Why can't you just love me for me?<br /><br />I trusted you from the very beginning. I gave you all of me leaving nothing hidden. I thought love would always last forever. But now reality raises it's ugly head and I see you for who you really are. Why do you lie to me? Why do you hide things from me? Why don't you love me like you used to? I still love you and I think always will, but you hurt me more than you will ever know. Every time you hurt me, a little part of me dies. But you don't see it or won't understand it. How can you not see that it's tearing me apart? I gave you everything and now you give me lies and deceit. I no longer trust you, am always wondering what I will find next. Why are you breaking my heart? Do you not even care?<br /><br />Why do I always feel at a cross road in my life? Can't I find the peaceful content state of mind that I am desperately searching for? Why do I always feel I have to make a painful choice that no one will win in the end? This is not living, just merely surviving. But I'm paralyzed with fear. I'm too scared of the unknown, so afraid of making the wrong choice. So I survive here day after day wondering when the time will come that I will be strong enough to make the right choice, whatever that may be.<br /><br />I'm just so tired and mentally exhausted, all I want is to fall asleep and not have to think. Sleep is my only relief, a time where I feel nothing. But sleep is far from me tonight, and I am left only with my wandering mind. Always thinking, always worrying, always weighing me down. I just want to sleep....paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-29701812117190293562011-05-25T20:14:00.000-07:002011-05-25T21:19:15.312-07:00My Sweet Kitty, Midnight!My precious baby girl, Midnight<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YXLF0SWU_0bEJHfE186IAQ7HhYno_rCTHq-vVLWjZ26u8JthnNrl_28hOzHjeGMCRQ5NitP051Od54bzN63w-6f789ojkNO2jlzvjN4kBdn0YDWq0pGErxlQkjs_TNl2py0wlM2GNuY/s1600/248454_10150256280415917_778385916_8885683_5646648_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610872710887999138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YXLF0SWU_0bEJHfE186IAQ7HhYno_rCTHq-vVLWjZ26u8JthnNrl_28hOzHjeGMCRQ5NitP051Od54bzN63w-6f789ojkNO2jlzvjN4kBdn0YDWq0pGErxlQkjs_TNl2py0wlM2GNuY/s320/248454_10150256280415917_778385916_8885683_5646648_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Midnight and Izzie laying/sitting on top of the computer<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOD09hiJ-gmiP-298xy2X2gkzmLoeeLZe9-UTiECLerdxzV4y7biSBldyXmUyJ6VhaRr3sFTw1H4RPvZv3VGvPzBo-48Ju9jRN0c7IyIZh8tQN5wwKTQ3Jp6vSTeHaUZpSrXsTTGVwWAg/s1600/19247_333846845916_778385916_4707290_1822388_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610872703459527730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOD09hiJ-gmiP-298xy2X2gkzmLoeeLZe9-UTiECLerdxzV4y7biSBldyXmUyJ6VhaRr3sFTw1H4RPvZv3VGvPzBo-48Ju9jRN0c7IyIZh8tQN5wwKTQ3Jp6vSTeHaUZpSrXsTTGVwWAg/s320/19247_333846845916_778385916_4707290_1822388_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Midnight<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTilZnSVzSlwlgmDoE5gf_uriTRTOKMulZFBy4duvj4R9JHcGJreabD6dvMr90-bjzvFQYd5MHvmxycXrNtCwXxgL6qUglbnQj9CYPJzN-BxbDPX88Z6W5CucRMDKg_x-bzGZwcH24uhs/s1600/247675_10150253735025917_778385916_8858451_37016_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610872548288811234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTilZnSVzSlwlgmDoE5gf_uriTRTOKMulZFBy4duvj4R9JHcGJreabD6dvMr90-bjzvFQYd5MHvmxycXrNtCwXxgL6qUglbnQj9CYPJzN-BxbDPX88Z6W5CucRMDKg_x-bzGZwcH24uhs/s320/247675_10150253735025917_778385916_8858451_37016_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Midnight<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6U47YiVtwp7F8dqqF9AoBHTCs6Qy3KTUQ05v-6FtRl8yMH8s_M51vbcvtbVj3BF3JF6qZiKZ6YhTdJMemqjuvQylnr-b1dkkr19__gtuVWpsOdkF_pLG4lsxhqQ92mrmcHCvZu9MrNEE/s1600/19847_335387860916_778385916_4715583_573945_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610872547723192466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6U47YiVtwp7F8dqqF9AoBHTCs6Qy3KTUQ05v-6FtRl8yMH8s_M51vbcvtbVj3BF3JF6qZiKZ6YhTdJMemqjuvQylnr-b1dkkr19__gtuVWpsOdkF_pLG4lsxhqQ92mrmcHCvZu9MrNEE/s320/19847_335387860916_778385916_4715583_573945_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Izzie laying in Midnight's bed after she died.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvPV4ICeRHNC8sNyD9bIhBLE3etWRc2CGcWWupa4WD9fW7-I4FUlv0oNWXiixBMjCqgFv5ycWYXdRLNTTwfYtjSGeT9jbUfUmy_6PHdrLAiyOnIU1OZS9AYLKosiOUOxhn51KP3U6dh0/s1600/052201_1751%255B00%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610872538838791634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixvPV4ICeRHNC8sNyD9bIhBLE3etWRc2CGcWWupa4WD9fW7-I4FUlv0oNWXiixBMjCqgFv5ycWYXdRLNTTwfYtjSGeT9jbUfUmy_6PHdrLAiyOnIU1OZS9AYLKosiOUOxhn51KP3U6dh0/s320/052201_1751%255B00%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Burying Midnight with her favorite toy which was the ring off a milk jug.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPm7SfYWHKCOzNeUwcFFMdoGCMn-qLJ5AJrs3Mj38myHS3HDosE-Z_2uon2tsF-zvckCBoL4jJDws_I7Vihp_O9rsPeeGdAfWCw8SoK8aPrBPKbhQcEQu9SZ6KovzSkC3Q8OoY9buqio/s1600/052201_1351%255B01%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610872534795295138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPm7SfYWHKCOzNeUwcFFMdoGCMn-qLJ5AJrs3Mj38myHS3HDosE-Z_2uon2tsF-zvckCBoL4jJDws_I7Vihp_O9rsPeeGdAfWCw8SoK8aPrBPKbhQcEQu9SZ6KovzSkC3Q8OoY9buqio/s320/052201_1351%255B01%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />My wonderful boss helping me do one of the hardest things ever. Thank you, Vicki Baker!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOkTkLgeFqXcu8OSHyQFsC2kF3nBQA4tPdRwLQ-u56jzkGbKcQ-En6B1i5-x4jyDd6iDaxtIvmDJtyjuxEwc2GIIW2q-Wh_WiFRGi1edZ35jMrCGrEl2myXMAZBL3rFG6kzWOzvaalDo/s1600/052201_1351%255B00%255D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610872531564573010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOkTkLgeFqXcu8OSHyQFsC2kF3nBQA4tPdRwLQ-u56jzkGbKcQ-En6B1i5-x4jyDd6iDaxtIvmDJtyjuxEwc2GIIW2q-Wh_WiFRGi1edZ35jMrCGrEl2myXMAZBL3rFG6kzWOzvaalDo/s320/052201_1351%255B00%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Hi everyone! It's been awhile since I've blogged about anything going on in my life. I think about it sometimes, but usually I can't really think of anything to talk about. Seems like I just stay at home or go to work, and I didn't think anyone would want to hear about those things. But tonight I come to you with a heavy heart. My precious little kitty, Midnight died early Sunday morning (May 22nd). When I got home from work on Thursday (May 19th) all my kitties were fine, but after my husband, Jeremiah got home from work he came and woke me up saying that something was wrong with Midnight. He said she was favoring one of her legs. I got up to check on her, and I what saw was so heartbreaking. Her two back legs were dragging behind her when she walked. She couldn't use her legs anymore, and I went into instant hysteria. I immediately started checking online for a vet we could take her to. Everything was closed since this happened in the middle of the night. Finally we found a vet on call and he told us to take her to the pet emergency hospital in Tallahassee. So we got dressed, got Midnight wrapped up in my fuzzy robe and went to Tallahassee. I had no clue what was wrong with her and was scared to death. I cried on and off the whole ride there. We finally arrived after what seemed like hours getting there. The vet said she could have hurt her back from falling or something, but then she checked Midnight's pulse behind her legs and the pulse was very faint. The vet said if it was a back injury the pulse/blood flow wouldn't be affected. She said that Midnight had a blood clot and would need to get on some treatments for it. She would need a blood thinner, antibiotic and pain meds. She asked if we would like to start the treatments there and then resume them closer to where we live. I immediately agreed since I just wanted my baby be well and normal again. They then told us the first treatment would be over $500.00 and there was no way we could afford it. The vet told us we could get her a shot for the pain and then take her to a vet closer to where we live first thing in the morning. They gave Midnight the shot which was $166.00 which I think is totally ridiculously insane. We went home and I got an hour of sleep before I had to be at work. Since I had to work Jeremiah took Midnight to the vet and they said she needed to get half of a baby aspirin daily and pain meds twice a day. They told us if she is not better by Monday to bring her back. I was immediately wary because I knew if she didn't get some kind of antibiotic her back legs would get infected since the blood could not flow there. I worked all day Friday and Saturday. She seemed to be about the same come Saturday evening when I got home from work. I was so worried she would die and I called the vet up again but he wouldn't see her. He just said since we use a vet in another county that I would have to take her to Tallahassee. On Saturday night I put her in the cat bed I bought for her and placed it next to my bed so I could keep a close eye on her. Jeremiah checked on her in the middle of the night and she was still the same. She couldn't walk anymore, she just dragged around very slowly. And she wouldn't eat or drink and I kept giving her water with a syringe since she wouldn't drink on her own. She threw up food once so I thought she had eaten something when I wasn't looking since we kept the food and water close to her at all times. Her voice got weak, her strong meow was now a little squeak. It was so hard seeing her so sick and I was so helpless. I knew if we had had the money to get her the treatments she needed she wouldn't have died. When we got up Sunday morning I immediately went to check on her. I said, "how are you Midnight?" and she didn't move. She usually always lifts her head when she hears me say her name. I snapped my fingers near her ears in case she didn't hear me and she still didn't move. I screamed for Jeremiah to come and he jumped out of bed and came to check on her. He lifted her out of her bed and she was already stiff. He said she's gone and my heart just broke in pieces. I started to sob and I held her in my arms and rocked her little body. I tried so hard to make her wake up or come back to me but she never would. She just laid there with her big bright eyes staring off into nothingness. I buried her that day at my boss' house since she is in a more permanent living place than I am. I am planning on moving someday and didn't want to leave her behind. It's been so hard living without Midnight. She had such a big personality and her presence is missed. I miss her meowing at me all the time, when she wanted to be petted, when she wanted food, her trying to steal food off my plate, her sitting in front of me staring at me the whole time I ate hoping I would give her a bite. Her laying in my lap in the evenings when I would watch TV or read a book, her laying on top of the computer trying to catch the cursor on the screen, or blending in with our black computer desk while she slept and then would scare me when she would move and I didn't know she was there. Her always curious about the outside world and me always telling her "No, Midnight. Get back from the door" when I would come inside. I just miss all the little things about her. I miss her being here. I miss her presence. My kitties are my kids and it's killing me knowing Midnight is forever gone. I was taught to believe that animals can't go to Heaven, but I can't accept that. I have to believe she is in Heaven with my mama. My mama loved cats and I just picture my mom having Midnight curled up in her lap. I know my mama will be taking care of Midnight for me until I get there. Now I am focused on my other two kitties, they have been so sad losing Midnight. After I got home from burying Midnight I found Izzie laying in the cat bed she died in and I know he was missing her. Fluffy hasn't gone outside since Midnight got sick and I know it's because of Midnight. I just miss her so much and cry all the time because she is gone. Some people may think it's silly to feel this much for a cat, but I do and I am not going to apologize to anyone about it. It's me and you can either take me or leave. Frankly I just don't care. I just want my babies and my husband and my family and everyone I love to all be safe, and I don't want to lose anyone else. It's just too painful. Well, it's already late and I need to go to bed because I work tomorrow. I hope everyone is doing well and in better spirits than I am in these days. Good bye until next time...</div><br /><div>Paige</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-8881674754728951732011-01-12T17:43:00.000-08:002011-01-12T18:08:20.424-08:00Where Are You?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">My heart is searching for the right words to say, the words that will make you understand how I feel. Frustration builds up that I can't even think straight. You have me so confused and you always leave me searching for answers. You leave me in the dark to find my own way even though you promised you would always be there. Do you receive joy from my suffering? Are you laughing as you carelessly toy around with my broken heart?<br /><br />I was always taught to love you with all my heart. I was taught you are full of love and compassion. I was taught you would never put more on us than we can bear. But now I question everything I was taught to believe. I can't bear the pain anymore, I'm sick of it. If you truly loved me, you would not let so many horrible things happen.<br /><br />I don't feel you here anymore, I haven't felt you in a very long time. I've tried to trust in you. Every single day I try to push away the horrible pain and try to trust that you know what you are doing. Every day I try to blindly follow you through this horrible life. Every day I try to have faith, faith that everything is going to be okay one day. But that day never comes, my answers are never answered, and you leave me alone in this cruel, dark world.<br /><br />I have cried out to you more times than I could ever count. I've been on my face begging you for help. I tell others that you are the only thing getting me through life. But I'm barely getting by. Surviving just enough to feel this god awful pain. Where are you when I truly need you?<br /><br />I don't understand so many things. You have all the control. You can make things happen or not make things happen. You have the power to take away some of the bad from this life, yet you choose not to. You choose to see us suffer. You choose to let things happen that breaks us down. People say you love your children, but I don't understand how you could love us and let us constantly suffer. I just don't understand....<br /></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-40012350444491920332011-01-05T22:57:00.000-08:002011-01-05T23:01:50.410-08:00Thoughts For You<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">As you live your perfect life, do you think of me? Do I ever cross your mind. Because you cross</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">my mind a thousand times a day. Do you remember the life you once had? Do you remember your family whom you always loved. Or is life too glorious to remember your imperfect life on </span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">earth. Do you remember me? Do you even know who I am? These questions always haunting my mind, giving me no relief.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">I want to think you still remember. I want to believe you still love me. Sometimes I dream of</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">you looking down at me, cheering for me and loving me. I like to imagine you somehow helping</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">guide me through life. Can you see me living my life without you? Can you see the gaping hole</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">in my life that you once filled?<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">I see signs of you everywhere. Or is it just my mind trying to console my heart so i can get</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">through the day? And I try to will you here although it never works, and I'm left with</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">nothing except this meaningless life. I want to be where you are. I want you to meet me at</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Heaven's gates, introducing me to all the splendors that await. I want you to walk with me.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">I want to catch you up on all that has happened. I want to tell you to your face that I love</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">you. Looking up to the endless sky just isn't the same.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">I have to believe you still know me. I have to believe you still love me. I have to believe </span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">you are thinking of me. My heart just can't bear the pain of thinking you might not. </span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">People say life is short, but for me it's an endless eternity stretching on, not allowing</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">me to see you again. I just want to be where you are.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">I know these words are not perfect and kind of jumbled up, but it's how I feel. It's how I</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">feel every single day of my endless life. Sometimes the pain is so bad, I can literally feel</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">my heart tearing in two. You have no idea how much I need you. You have no idea how much I </span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">miss you. You were my rock, my best friend, my mama. And now that you are gone, life is so </span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">bleak and dark.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">I never knew what cherishing each moment was until you were gone. I wish I had it all back </span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">again. Since you've been gone, it's just not been the same. You kept the family together. Now</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">I feel like I belong to no one. So many "I love yous" but they're just words. I want my</span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">family back. I want you back. But my mind reminds me once again that it's all gone, it's </span><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia;">never going to be the same. Not a life worth living.</span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-53592514830726639942010-12-06T16:24:00.000-08:002010-12-06T16:31:38.287-08:00Pictures and Memories<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Pictures and Memories"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">All I have left of you is in a picture or memory. Never thoughts I'd stare at a picture willing it to come to life. Never thought I'd be so frantically trying to remember ever memory of you. But at the end of the day that's all I have left. You are gone leaving me with nothing but pictures and memories.<br /><br /><br />Don't get me wrong. I'd be lost without the things that keep me close to you to me. But a picture can't talk and I can't feel you holding my hand with a memory. At the end of the day that's all I have left. You are gone leaving me with nothing but pictures and memories.<br /><br /><br />Now I've become obsessed with making memories of my own and posting pictures all over my wall. Because I never know who might leave me next, leaving me with nothing but pictures and memories.<br /><br /><br /><br />Written by Paige Tadpole<br /></span></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-51744668673287403042010-11-01T23:05:00.000-07:002010-11-02T13:05:30.154-07:00My Baby Brother, James Greg!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">James Greg Bullington</span></span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyL8fWngxXLY6or95LpzoS8QPrq3lTGsKcL0x5i5bCE08g14CXJYnYUrvJ9Qkcci9GNsuT2fkdYAQzkuDrCwcrwazLd847JmqqmOhsfVU6STDsuKXFL6Bsq1o5ymXtdvRvDzq6xmqk-4/s1600/l_1da86b426de8a8aadfae081ffb7d13c1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyL8fWngxXLY6or95LpzoS8QPrq3lTGsKcL0x5i5bCE08g14CXJYnYUrvJ9Qkcci9GNsuT2fkdYAQzkuDrCwcrwazLd847JmqqmOhsfVU6STDsuKXFL6Bsq1o5ymXtdvRvDzq6xmqk-4/s320/l_1da86b426de8a8aadfae081ffb7d13c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534840371530420914" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfyhhlzQ96UcrP7C1yn9LFZkans_FFMJBVBj4bL88fAzyaG_xxPaK2MnnDKFY21IU4JWIKAmPPQhkLHvlqqSHRh9o-89Tfm1ZZMMGgwAiZO0g_GItcKvWaIjpuBlVg9VgLrvVCtYWAndM/s1600/l_e6a1c91e797f1bdf739e06a2078c549a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfyhhlzQ96UcrP7C1yn9LFZkans_FFMJBVBj4bL88fAzyaG_xxPaK2MnnDKFY21IU4JWIKAmPPQhkLHvlqqSHRh9o-89Tfm1ZZMMGgwAiZO0g_GItcKvWaIjpuBlVg9VgLrvVCtYWAndM/s320/l_e6a1c91e797f1bdf739e06a2078c549a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534840306278522658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssOaXucWZeWNHn2TgaVuyI4fZpfRoL8AkOsFXBv62ASJIRLQkakdfGJ29YtYkJPX7E9KCGgpL585OSgjcfCZ1HdUkcsWh01ADoukadtcSZmTFEHPOPlujysffP8v748tyCA3eDpIWMcA/s1600/l_68f9ee3b0fc449dca578ae881610329d.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssOaXucWZeWNHn2TgaVuyI4fZpfRoL8AkOsFXBv62ASJIRLQkakdfGJ29YtYkJPX7E9KCGgpL585OSgjcfCZ1HdUkcsWh01ADoukadtcSZmTFEHPOPlujysffP8v748tyCA3eDpIWMcA/s320/l_68f9ee3b0fc449dca578ae881610329d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534840304592505970" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hello everyone! I hope everyone had a great weekend and got lots of candy haha. :) Guess how much candy I got? Zero! I suppose when I have children they will bring me some. :) Today I am posting about my baby brother, my last sibling, James Greg. Oh how much I love him! He is one of those type of children that you just want to squeeze his cheeks cause he's so cute! :) Of course he would hate that. :) And I have to say that he is growing up WAYYY too fast! :) But aren't they all?<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">James Greg was born on February 4, 2000. He is my only sibling who was born in the 2000's and Mama also carried on with calling him by his first and middle name like she started with Maria Rose. He is named after my dad's dad (Billy James) and my dad (Greg). I was 11 years old when he was born, and I was pretty much his second mama. :) I have always called him my baby since I helped raise him, and I still call him that to this day. And of course he HATES it! Haha! I am really trying not to call him that to his face since I embarrass him lol, but he will always be my baby. Even if he gets bigger than me, he will always be my baby! Forever! :D<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">James Greg and me!</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtIkF8_tOdzI0eV82BupMBaDLNGDcyTUhyphenhyphen-7ePi-9yGZ9esIFjqO-ado1PMEMvE6axnBmIoGISgM1bJNc5o45pdGPShKa_BwRc57aVBvun-5QTWLR-NM6g5quK_w76ADh49d2J87JCZ8/s1600/scan0001x.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtIkF8_tOdzI0eV82BupMBaDLNGDcyTUhyphenhyphen-7ePi-9yGZ9esIFjqO-ado1PMEMvE6axnBmIoGISgM1bJNc5o45pdGPShKa_BwRc57aVBvun-5QTWLR-NM6g5quK_w76ADh49d2J87JCZ8/s320/scan0001x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534840295560287986" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5IDYhw7e-1lc5ulJSVXhr09fs7VxqAB6eoglyLu5Gjh2U3FMOb1wbVsBmZD9KPYcXHMiqCyuczL85-ImOsQXM1_Esj4ZIJiUrcab-AekZOPr2ULLLntZ2A68u7U1HbYgWbAgAIXCJzI/s1600/l_292efa780fa9c908e9cf9530b5f950c7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5IDYhw7e-1lc5ulJSVXhr09fs7VxqAB6eoglyLu5Gjh2U3FMOb1wbVsBmZD9KPYcXHMiqCyuczL85-ImOsQXM1_Esj4ZIJiUrcab-AekZOPr2ULLLntZ2A68u7U1HbYgWbAgAIXCJzI/s320/l_292efa780fa9c908e9cf9530b5f950c7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534840293212785026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">James Greg was and is a sweetheart. He was definitely a Mama's boy, too. Since James Greg was Mama's last baby, she kind of held him closer to her because she wanted him to always be her little baby, too. He was born with a sensitive spirit about him. Not to say that he isn't all boy too, but he definitely had/has such a sweet spirit to him. I remember he used to love stuffed animals and Mama also made some for him. He also really liked Care bears. When Mama was sick, James Greg had a Care bear who got sick with cancer as well. I guess that was his way of coping with Mama's sickness. After a few months, his Care Bear became well again. He also loved to dress up! He would dress up as a cowboy, a soldier, a Native American, Spiderman, etc. He would have rather wear his costumes instead of normal clothes, and he did a lot of the times. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br />When he was really little Maria Rose got a horse stick for her birthday, and she named the horse, Emily. Well, James Greg then called ALL horses Emily. We would be riding in the car, and we would pass horses in a field and we would ask him what they were. He would shout out, "Emilys"! :D That was so adorable! :D He also had nick names for all his siblings. He called me "Duh Duh", he called Carla, "La La", he called Jared, "Bill", he called Mandy, "Mo Mo", and he called Maria Rose, "Lou La". And he called himself "ME"! :D Soooo cute!!! :)<br /><br />Today he is still such a sweetheart, and I love him so much! He likes to play baseball, and is really good at it. I have been to one of his games and I was so proud of him! :) When I see him I always want to hug and kiss him, and he is like grossed out. LOL! You know how little boys are. :) He also has a sarcastic side to him, too. If you like something, he will like the opposite of what you like. Example being football teams. Whatever teams my siblings like, he will pick the other team on purpose. :) He is so smart, too!<br /><br />James Greg, if you are reading this, know that I love you so much. I don't mean to embarrass you lol, but I can't help it. I know that you may not remember me living at home that well since you were so little, but know that when I was there, I was your second mama. And Carla being your third. :) You are my baby brother and I have always loved you so much! You will always hold such a special place in my heart! Know that I am here if you ever need anything, okay? I love you so much and I miss you!<br />You'll always be my baby!<br />I love you,<br />Paige</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Carla and I dressed him up in our baby doll clothes and we would play with him when we played "house". :)</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFDRmQ2ylKrG1jWvuB-UCJTvEOM6GbZDY9Swkkj3iQKng49PwGVXkfNu7jzIsQyYF4W8FS7DmU4YtHzHcZu7HejMtKsZnPvg2xda9Q30VaZnxdulsampbRgh_rLuYtqkwpUmZHMUnsDk/s1600/scan0010x.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFDRmQ2ylKrG1jWvuB-UCJTvEOM6GbZDY9Swkkj3iQKng49PwGVXkfNu7jzIsQyYF4W8FS7DmU4YtHzHcZu7HejMtKsZnPvg2xda9Q30VaZnxdulsampbRgh_rLuYtqkwpUmZHMUnsDk/s320/scan0010x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534840286363404690" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">James Greg in camo with a dead squirrel. </span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpwjy2w9F9GEmuAAqQTFlvRNpw6msQIeNIJbdtIwNOcUoJ_ddcyU2Vy3jivO9Gi1HEyNUPM7vreBoReiZvExgd-a73wyBgMi_W4buva5hOFkzJSJm260l9QI_-A4ja-DTpPxGiowmAZE/s1600/scan0009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpwjy2w9F9GEmuAAqQTFlvRNpw6msQIeNIJbdtIwNOcUoJ_ddcyU2Vy3jivO9Gi1HEyNUPM7vreBoReiZvExgd-a73wyBgMi_W4buva5hOFkzJSJm260l9QI_-A4ja-DTpPxGiowmAZE/s320/scan0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534839902989608818" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">James Greg in his camo.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXAe4x2xsy0A3HJQnihgBha4vtb5A4xG76gFpckBCAvil_8ZjfQ7z1mnqzsczLokcD4QYWvk9w_-cIYoiZnBw4c7SC7Dp-0ln_TxiDJIsD19YXeVklh7G66G8CghkDA4vt3yV9YIGzag/s1600/scan0007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXAe4x2xsy0A3HJQnihgBha4vtb5A4xG76gFpckBCAvil_8ZjfQ7z1mnqzsczLokcD4QYWvk9w_-cIYoiZnBw4c7SC7Dp-0ln_TxiDJIsD19YXeVklh7G66G8CghkDA4vt3yV9YIGzag/s320/scan0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534839898769005570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">James Greg!</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0JoGNh6Kz8QjO0M-LKZPNUZfUDw6l3D3zeP61HwvTGJfZnhWtg8QU4V756SSQrRjp3MRPwlDVZbxpqTXQyjQMcXJ4kSkImDy3Pq8a8F1imndZEzKCucBM7VkWnRHIvbsz16x-MRWldM/s1600/scan0004x.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5608gpaNHuibXvLa362_Go4-Wn1QViOs833SSD7x2bsxpxkDbFsxgMruAy8RlnnIHYud6-MtwKYu0hnuemwaWtNqj6Pwh41XWJj269ToMfH3WzgG6t2ob4XQnJe0Y2_4gdhFSWWmXVk/s320/maria3x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534429848204309890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Hello! Wow, I can't believe I am blogging 3 days in a row! :D I really enjoy blogging and when I can think of something to post, I love it! Hope everyone is having a great Sunday!<br /> <br />Today is my little sis', Maria Rose's turn. She was born June 10, 1998. She was the first child born by a midwife, she was the first to be born before her due date (by two days), the first to not like a pacifier and the first to be called by her first and middle names. My mama LOVED Maria Rose put together and she wanted her to be called that. She would always correct us when we just called Maria, and she didn't like other people doing that. Over the years we have called her Rose for short or Rosie. Mama used to say she was her little rosebud. :)<br /> <br />Maria Rose has always had a more independent spirited personality. She loves to laugh and have a good time. She is so sweet & loving and has such a kind heart. She is kind of shy at first when you meet her, but after she warms up she is very friendly and outgoing.<br /> <br />She was the first baby I really remember helping take care of. She was born when I was 9 years old. I remember when we moved when she was a baby I was the babysitter. I kind of had mixed feelings about that since I was missing from all the action(moving things). But I held her, entertained her and kept her company. That is one of my first vivid memories of her as a baby.<br /> <br />When my mom became pregnant with James Greg, Maria Rose was still sleeping with my parents. So Mama and I had to wean her out of their bedroom and into mine and Carla's. We set up a toddler bed for her to sleep in, but where did she sleep every night? With Carla and me! :D But we didn't mind. :) Later on she shared a room with Mandy. Maria Rose and Mandy have always been close since they are close in age like Carla and I are.<br /> <br />Maria Rose always shared my love of cats. Once I had this cat named Prissy and she would suck on the inside of your hand between your thumb and pointer finger. For a long time she would only do it to mine and Maria Rose's hand. She then started sucking my mom's hand. Those were the only three people she ever did it to. My mom also loved cats, too. Guess that's where we got the love for them.<br /> <br />I also remember once when we were little, we were playing outside one evening. My parents were working in the garden we had, and Carla and I were playing with Mandy and Maria Rose in the dirt/sand we had in the drive way. Ground bees started buzzing around us and Carla, Mandy and I ran screaming. Maria Rose was a toddler, and we left her there playing in the dirt. Mama and Daddy came running and Mama scolded us for leaving Maria Rose with bees flying around her. Guess we got what we deserved because we were all stung except Maria Rose. So if I have never apologized for that Maria Rose, I apologize now. :)<br /> <br />If you are reading this Maria Rose, I want you to know that you one of the best sisters a girl could ever ask for. I always love to see your smiling, radiant face. You are so sweet and kind! I pray for you every day that God show you how much I love you! I miss you so much and I love you even more. You will always be my little rosebud, too!<br />I love you,<br />Paige</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Paige and Maria Rose July/2009</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Lu1Yk8Qi0JQIV-z3nTc-5UhDbExcSGszniQI4YswoKbVk5Mvay8Ba0NRJjNNbd5cFT223qoAj7ybxisbJNUFS77yaOfWWYJnuCu40cH0d0s5bUY2_MwD_hAykuA8enziGVEsXMffouE/s1600/6288_128472840916_778385916_3147148_3514387_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Lu1Yk8Qi0JQIV-z3nTc-5UhDbExcSGszniQI4YswoKbVk5Mvay8Ba0NRJjNNbd5cFT223qoAj7ybxisbJNUFS77yaOfWWYJnuCu40cH0d0s5bUY2_MwD_hAykuA8enziGVEsXMffouE/s320/6288_128472840916_778385916_3147148_3514387_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534429675978964930" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Paige and Maria Rose July/2009</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi868Us89L8A1CUIqIQzeloE4M08eHqfFDrTKDHiFPQIb4Y3SItpu9Qv0m0PbLlb-5VWZZSW6NR4g3eG3yPCgbo56XnTi1jHdSlGbepgWH19IsAS_CljKkc7iNbn7iJIw2M7-6eQShhlqg/s1600/6288_128472835916_778385916_3147147_2685535_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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(2005 or 2006)</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9QE3SJUmSuzFyBcTkQKbQUAKcBY1LTs_OXOM1WzFv5q1CNO9vROAYLpegqnqmghz_8DTkBYTj41jJmim7BJigW3Me5f2_I1PHxcyiDpySlCmNQ-s6B5XPoHDhSuXRQnu6LkvVRPuY-Q/s1600/scan0005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9QE3SJUmSuzFyBcTkQKbQUAKcBY1LTs_OXOM1WzFv5q1CNO9vROAYLpegqnqmghz_8DTkBYTj41jJmim7BJigW3Me5f2_I1PHxcyiDpySlCmNQ-s6B5XPoHDhSuXRQnu6LkvVRPuY-Q/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534428501847488258" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Maria Rose at my second wedding ceremony October/2007</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uXcy90SB8IJmqkvI-0nqlf0EwAoY-3VRot_617OZK-NIcafuUd-WJZanzofYUoFReDx2LaSEFlTlSCLbs-9ZEhec6oHP_dJ4_oEWaR2Y9WoZs9asvMwmwMqLcR3278c8QfJ_jHm6ogI/s1600/19847_323677445916_778385916_4672145_5253119_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCl-EtfKHIZ40IQ1BI6jv_8fDIYGZzKCkYudnf-k1QG56nT03T_W7KiORr54ObQ2Z5D7H3p6oYVEFtiXaHhfmMurEax6VMQKuJbeMzFdZSu6hA6_qyCRyQi9uQLrwideuJ5ZLm6AhIr5g/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534428494468637154" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mama, Paige, Carla, Jared, Mandy, Maria Rose and James Greg on vacation in Pensacola, Florida. </span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjks9lkyZP5gXyfO76WFUrYJcxhcCvHu0GqtF9Y6-WsvwT4qjGhbQgnhRe3bnIX1Axc_7oyXFB-hhElv6ce2sJpBb_1Hj5HN3nFfIGGQXCVs1LuUgwRiU83_I06AeflvO6EY4qfHtcQAyc/s1600/6528_147494420916_778385916_3444129_8589_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjks9lkyZP5gXyfO76WFUrYJcxhcCvHu0GqtF9Y6-WsvwT4qjGhbQgnhRe3bnIX1Axc_7oyXFB-hhElv6ce2sJpBb_1Hj5HN3nFfIGGQXCVs1LuUgwRiU83_I06AeflvO6EY4qfHtcQAyc/s320/6528_147494420916_778385916_3444129_8589_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534428494488629538" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-17839767504827162892010-10-30T13:35:00.000-07:002010-10-30T14:29:18.921-07:00My Sis, Mandy!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mandy Anne Bullington</span></span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0GbrE6yrdj975HwOrIYx9aZ-12X1Xn3PxkTuYh2lp4f4NOEFElTf81rGUUkGVc-HW4oCUWhomRhEGPJRHztJGUyLY5JzSrxQAuW5GM3LLZYHCu1fwynSLjlMGU-tMbIZNSaW22ySq4A/s1600/26003_1232062317991_1122140644_30538875_6119457_nx.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuibwks5kPoEQO_IJcdzMEhJ6BpGO8GnxARToAx3haziz1lBAEhk0S24Y6FalJ0i-dDRGOtvHX4-P9_M5tvgV7Apn1Ml_jg7O_-P2zPda75bV1XqYk9qZdAFbVaALWWm0dp-Z9MImNrWk/s320/6288_128472765916_778385916_3147134_3322728_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533949625793094578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hello everyone! Hope you are having a wonderful Saturday! Today I am continuing my posts about my siblings with the next one in line, Mandy. It's about time I did so because she asked me once why I haven't blogged about her since I blogged about Carla and Maria Rose in the past. I told her that I needed a reason to post about something, but I have to come to realize it doesn't matter. It's my blog so I can post about anything I want and whenever I want. :) So I apologize Mandy that I haven't posted about you until now.<br /> <br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />My sis, Mandy Anne was born February 7, 1995. She is the only one named after my mom. My mom's middle name was Anne. Mandy has always had her own unique personality. When she was little I wasn't as close to her since I was several years older and Carla was more my age. We always referred to Mandy, Maria Rose and James Greg as the "little ones". But since she has grown, I have become much closer to her. In fact all my siblings are growing up too fast! I can't believe she will be sixteen in a few months, blows my mind.<br /><br /> </span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mandy at our cousin's wedding.</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopD7iLJ0eDhduQQvi7AoTif_R3QQhknI_gUpHdgOOua6heCjGTGhVtGe9qQI2PBKLuESA4tU34GhrOB_N4E6mXBKLd7dDh0av3P0oLmAnZr0KqdAWnAIYydvY0vBkD818eI8EW7Pvxp8/s1600/scan0005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopD7iLJ0eDhduQQvi7AoTif_R3QQhknI_gUpHdgOOua6heCjGTGhVtGe9qQI2PBKLuESA4tU34GhrOB_N4E6mXBKLd7dDh0av3P0oLmAnZr0KqdAWnAIYydvY0vBkD818eI8EW7Pvxp8/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533949622828886866" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When Mandy was little she had some funny quirks about her. She loved to collect paper, we called her a little pack rat. She probably doesn't want me to share this information, but I'm going to haha. What are big sisters for? LOL! All her little purses would be stuffed with random papers and we would have to clean out her room once in awhile when she wasn't there. When she was little she also did not like the toilet. The reason being once it had stopped up and the water overflowed when it was flushed. That scared her so badly. We would ask her why she was afraid of the toilet, and she would say, "it went up and down, up and down" while demonstrating for us with her hands. :) For a long time she would freak out when she had to go to a new bathroom because of the toilet.<br /> <br />When she was little she was scared of a lot of things. She did not like lullaby's, she would start crying if she heard one being sung. She got a baby doll once that sang a lullaby and she hated that doll. She also didn't like the baby mobile above the baby bed being played. I think maybe they sounded sad and she didn't like that. She also LOVED Precious Moments and Winnie the Pooh.<br /> <br /></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mandy riding her bike.</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwHIW0gjHiFaDz3eKoxij4WnZGn35JFvi0q_1q913WTGl5Yn-Uhe1Z1g5XQ0Sktvgp4jWsZTTuvTJsbN9fhLkGhM5dFGruuM_r-FmsRyJJuSYIY-i0E1wTiOOIYed2aj5zAqLenRXmdQ/s1600/scan0003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwHIW0gjHiFaDz3eKoxij4WnZGn35JFvi0q_1q913WTGl5Yn-Uhe1Z1g5XQ0Sktvgp4jWsZTTuvTJsbN9fhLkGhM5dFGruuM_r-FmsRyJJuSYIY-i0E1wTiOOIYed2aj5zAqLenRXmdQ/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533949336249402882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />She also took after my mom, Carla and me with reading. We are bookworms and she is one, too. Mama would also ask us a lot to scratch her back, and Mandy was always willing to do it. Mama would tease Carla and me saying that Mandy was her princess for scratching her back. That would get on our nerves, but Mama only did it to tease us. She never picked favorites out of her children. Mandy also loved to play dress-up when she was little. She would always have on something, a tiara, plastic high heel shoes, jewelry, princess gloves, dresses, etc. It didn't matter what it was, she loved to always have something pretty on.<br /> </span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mandy standing in front of the Christmas tree. December/2004</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfNQ0Vzxv3eY1EDCZ5t6tvRZnAX2vpbcbZPTl6N1IENsphLQdrrMngt02i92Wp9dkieF2qiMldNoixN44K6b5jtKGVIyvv6mekZBnNR6NQPd0e6gtZpZ2vMUPXeHPW8dZ4zlwC5jwU1U/s1600/scan0002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfNQ0Vzxv3eY1EDCZ5t6tvRZnAX2vpbcbZPTl6N1IENsphLQdrrMngt02i92Wp9dkieF2qiMldNoixN44K6b5jtKGVIyvv6mekZBnNR6NQPd0e6gtZpZ2vMUPXeHPW8dZ4zlwC5jwU1U/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533949330891490386" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> I remember the day Mama died, I found Mandy on the front porch by herself crying. I sat down with her, talking to her about Mama and all what had gone on. We sat there with each other, crying and comforting each other. That's a memory I will never forget and will always cherish. </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mandy in front of an old car. July/2009</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJ-0XIwdH2XRQWHTqhy0CaZVuAfrXfcRtJPuU6hGMVwG5xfeFtHi6qqckj4R1ea-eZIkK-PiQnTXC-pS4QSul3zBJYN0-2yz4NH0165UMSc64RKzOtBvNEXKg6Au05PhiG578nP_F4hA/s1600/6288_128473045916_778385916_3147180_7777169_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJ-0XIwdH2XRQWHTqhy0CaZVuAfrXfcRtJPuU6hGMVwG5xfeFtHi6qqckj4R1ea-eZIkK-PiQnTXC-pS4QSul3zBJYN0-2yz4NH0165UMSc64RKzOtBvNEXKg6Au05PhiG578nP_F4hA/s320/6288_128473045916_778385916_3147180_7777169_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533949324739503250" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Mandy is such a loving, caring girl. She is also very smart, and I'm so proud she is my sister. She is very easy-going and loves to laugh and have a good time. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and that is an awesome personality trait. Mandy if you are reading this, I want you to know that I love you so much! I pray everyday that God show you how much I love you. I'm also sorry if I hurt you by moving out, I didn't mean to do that. You are one of the best sisters a girl could ever ask for. You mean so much to me, and I would do anything for you. If you ever need to talk, I am here. I miss you so much and can't wait to see you again. I will love you forever!<br />I love you,<br />Paige</span></span></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mandy and me reading together.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIImBzcgKMQ7Mf0Lm6qweJcaFQtRRKDX515RGw0SjoreweA_DxZ3dZUHwm9e6gXfiMNw4uWTpDaLdLuBMLZ-bvEflxkOQxjVk9TnMRmJz64pOd0lDqUOzmVr8yyp3n5XesyQaMbZlPocQ/s1600/6528_146592395916_778385916_3429509_2331457_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIImBzcgKMQ7Mf0Lm6qweJcaFQtRRKDX515RGw0SjoreweA_DxZ3dZUHwm9e6gXfiMNw4uWTpDaLdLuBMLZ-bvEflxkOQxjVk9TnMRmJz64pOd0lDqUOzmVr8yyp3n5XesyQaMbZlPocQ/s320/6528_146592395916_778385916_3429509_2331457_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533949318040259074" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mandy and me.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkO95xJwCcNUxDhrleBfMwZ560xn6Soxli8NGwBuIeGfJar0Az0MGFWbzNDMB2hQ9tz9RHC7SfOq_un4lRNBPRQDwsnWXM09s94guOLxbsW2mBSYoGYzre730Y9od84Ope07CfdOJz-o/s1600/6528_147484735916_778385916_3443946_572439_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkO95xJwCcNUxDhrleBfMwZ560xn6Soxli8NGwBuIeGfJar0Az0MGFWbzNDMB2hQ9tz9RHC7SfOq_un4lRNBPRQDwsnWXM09s94guOLxbsW2mBSYoGYzre730Y9od84Ope07CfdOJz-o/s320/6528_147484735916_778385916_3443946_572439_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533949314182314370" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mandy and me July/2009</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjiRqy90nJ6A43-A6JPQ7W5_oUq98GSRUXkT-mHELrvENcu2hBZmBEuIFOrAwrU3oeYTU9S5h1WHF_lOuMy850wU1XBoxmuYg2gnbN3ZlKv-IL-j9v6tJplSX618gyI9gwhqj2AqnWdI/s1600/6288_128472795916_778385916_3147139_7542899_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjiRqy90nJ6A43-A6JPQ7W5_oUq98GSRUXkT-mHELrvENcu2hBZmBEuIFOrAwrU3oeYTU9S5h1WHF_lOuMy850wU1XBoxmuYg2gnbN3ZlKv-IL-j9v6tJplSX618gyI9gwhqj2AqnWdI/s320/6288_128472795916_778385916_3147139_7542899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533948735829395954" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mandy and me July/2009</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhoWH-QFL-c43fVjC2IRBYIdZodfmUdzklqBvFa1sWd0Wc3hkhNKZBC438deixwpKCUeoxU1U99musNMeISosDFSzDvggKR1FpdOt_4q7aOe3l2-yTHapripM7KUZLaI3i2GsVYqXPuc/s1600/6288_128472800916_778385916_3147140_4001755_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhoWH-QFL-c43fVjC2IRBYIdZodfmUdzklqBvFa1sWd0Wc3hkhNKZBC438deixwpKCUeoxU1U99musNMeISosDFSzDvggKR1FpdOt_4q7aOe3l2-yTHapripM7KUZLaI3i2GsVYqXPuc/s320/6288_128472800916_778385916_3147140_4001755_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533948731889517186" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Easter of 95 or 96. Carla, Jared, Mandy and me.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQHEoUEf0EiRXq-yxY3joS-X396iJXOu_byqWU2zrTZ6YdqzLpyoZ7KJpiPeZx0YTJEKdtk7RIrtDwhKg0ROC1uJk4HVQVinyZcCGeeemojbc_kiP693AaK0MFR6UEm2DcFAd0OKYaMc/s1600/6528_147487075916_778385916_3443964_5196466_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQHEoUEf0EiRXq-yxY3joS-X396iJXOu_byqWU2zrTZ6YdqzLpyoZ7KJpiPeZx0YTJEKdtk7RIrtDwhKg0ROC1uJk4HVQVinyZcCGeeemojbc_kiP693AaK0MFR6UEm2DcFAd0OKYaMc/s320/6528_147487075916_778385916_3443964_5196466_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533948734510554866" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Carla, Mandy and me Christmas of 1995.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2kMQwaP8CwsVhCO2BuQ6occMj6n9tHW_sG4uO4Aw94hjXLLBs3RVc7NCooKxE0oQzgzNndQtP7Cy4KnZXEmlTKw5z87ABMPGJJPZCJL0mSHQydQfkOTta6w3NyklEa8PDeB1mDGLocY/s1600/scan0004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2kMQwaP8CwsVhCO2BuQ6occMj6n9tHW_sG4uO4Aw94hjXLLBs3RVc7NCooKxE0oQzgzNndQtP7Cy4KnZXEmlTKw5z87ABMPGJJPZCJL0mSHQydQfkOTta6w3NyklEa8PDeB1mDGLocY/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533948727918586850" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Jared, Carla, Maria Rose, Mandy, James Greg and me. Sometime in 2000.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhQdwgScLirHpjuvSWgM1HACMPe1Nd1Zl-4zDDTQ08asxVeE2mavodGO_VvqoRF4ojZ_uzQbRDkj4A1w4QxdfpDKctcvBlQ51gfXASEkT_8g3vLEdI1vOvLUCWCEJd3JNwCmIjXLM4uc/s1600/scan0006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhQdwgScLirHpjuvSWgM1HACMPe1Nd1Zl-4zDDTQ08asxVeE2mavodGO_VvqoRF4ojZ_uzQbRDkj4A1w4QxdfpDKctcvBlQ51gfXASEkT_8g3vLEdI1vOvLUCWCEJd3JNwCmIjXLM4uc/s320/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533948725968374002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-76370603996429694942010-10-29T16:13:00.000-07:002010-10-30T17:27:34.578-07:00My Brother, Jared<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My brother, Jared Bill Bullington!</span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AGo_T3XcPfcHd84Wexisb1UcVFWvH8UJj0McxISt_ysDbnkGrxLCmB_BP2_O1nQZCNkghMdSfewv5Apq4qD4g6A8qJcWDj64nSR7Un7HgUrYUyyefyZnsC-OZxAoRFSdTdNbIgzDWeE/s1600/n1046040264_109723_6762.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AGo_T3XcPfcHd84Wexisb1UcVFWvH8UJj0McxISt_ysDbnkGrxLCmB_BP2_O1nQZCNkghMdSfewv5Apq4qD4g6A8qJcWDj64nSR7Un7HgUrYUyyefyZnsC-OZxAoRFSdTdNbIgzDWeE/s320/n1046040264_109723_6762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625645918856530" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq41XNYhP7-Wa60I4MshWKWRMOphjRNIQr6AOmfQiGxFs6sF-0E2ETokJE4KZbO_LOrSaQ1CM9Sw896VF8ZG0vMIFkXlGQa9KXvcQmVrQRd3ifJBxungEHNdV28YFpAx6RwPJOKsVDe8/s1600/28101_1333510451595_1046040264_762489_5411848_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq41XNYhP7-Wa60I4MshWKWRMOphjRNIQr6AOmfQiGxFs6sF-0E2ETokJE4KZbO_LOrSaQ1CM9Sw896VF8ZG0vMIFkXlGQa9KXvcQmVrQRd3ifJBxungEHNdV28YFpAx6RwPJOKsVDe8/s320/28101_1333510451595_1046040264_762489_5411848_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625637673796114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq24qw_tn-UkRV2YgpL73B80ws_ertxLHmZImrX6LEzlIHKXPFcHqAd8WXDYzqf2O43UY1c3nchIZdZpJCTTqLfkPQ0qxo-keBAcprLIBncloQ8vZa7ggYzn3rzbxmImxY78E9rF5IYWg/s1600/17345_1216331802202_1046040264_531478_216421_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq24qw_tn-UkRV2YgpL73B80ws_ertxLHmZImrX6LEzlIHKXPFcHqAd8WXDYzqf2O43UY1c3nchIZdZpJCTTqLfkPQ0qxo-keBAcprLIBncloQ8vZa7ggYzn3rzbxmImxY78E9rF5IYWg/s320/17345_1216331802202_1046040264_531478_216421_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625637553994226" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hello! Sorry it's been a few days since my last post. My original idea was to post about each of my siblings every day this week, but I got sick so that didn't happen. I don't get sick much, but when I do it puts me down for a few days. It's just a really bad cold, it's just annoying to feel bad. But I wanted to go ahead and post about my brother, Jared. I am going in age order if you didn't know. :)</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> My brother, Jared Bill was born on February 25, 1993. He was born two weeks before a blizzard which is really rare for Georgia. But of course it would happen when my parents had a newborn. Lol. My brother and I have had our ups and downs through the years, but I love him very much and would do anything for him. Just before writing this post, I was looking through pictures trying to find some of Jared and me and I kept thinking about so many wonderful memories of him, my siblings and me growing up together. Since my family has most of the pictures I don't really have any pics of Jared and me, but I will post some of him growing up. And of course I will share some great memories! :) </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Jared, growing up, was all boy. Meaning, that he loved to be outdoors, hunt, fish, build things, etc. All things boys like to do. Jared and I were a lot alike back then. We adored Native Americans and collected Native American things. I remember once when Carla, Jared and I begged Mama if we could stay up from nap that day so we could make a surprise. :) She finally agreed to let us stay up and after she, Mandy, Maria Rose, and James Greg went to sleep we got to work. Every year we always loved to go to the local Indian Pow-wow, and we decided to make one of our own. Jared and I took all the Native American memorabilia out of our rooms and set it up on tables. We also built a small teepee and fire. Carla and I made tickets for everyone and also made refreshments and drinks. After Mama and my other siblings got up from nap, we gave them the grand tour. We were so proud of it, and I remember Mama saying she was actually impressed with what we did. :) </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> I also remember Jared, Carla and me in the woods building huts. :) Sometimes only Jared and I would go out on our adventures. I was more tomboy than I am now. I loved fishing, hunting, building huts, camping out, etc. with Jared. I remember once when we decided to camp out and live off the land for a night. Our brilliant plan was to catch fish and fry fried green tomatoes for supper. We went fishing in the creek down below our house and we caught some minnows which are tiny fish. We went in the garden and picked a few green tomatoes. Jared taught me how to clean fish and I tried to make fried green tomatoes without any flour haha. We ate the fish (roasted over our fire), but of course the tomatoes were not tasty. Later that night we were hungry so went into the garden, picked some ripe tomatoes this time, and sat at our tent eating tomatoes to satisfy our hunger. :) For breakfast we decided to go back to the house and eat. Lol!</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> When I became about 15/16 we grew apart for two or three years. We were always fighting and tattling on each other. I don't know what happened, but that was not a fun time. But thankfully we got over that small stage. When Mama was sick, Jared, Carla and me helped my dad a lot on the house he was building. Jared was always a big help to my dad. Jared is also the one who can make me laugh when no one can. He has always had that ability. He has a very humorous side to him if he chooses to let it show. Now when I talk to him, we talk "electronics". He is very talented with anything electronic, and has helped me on some occasions. We also keep up to date with new movies, new books, new music.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Jared and I are the only ones in my family who has red hair. My mama told me once she didn't want children with red hair because she was afraid they would have the "orange-red" hair, and she didn't like that. Her first child (me) was born with red hair lol and her third child, Jared was born with red hair. Jared's was always a little bit lighter than me, but red none-the-less. Jared and I also had the same last two initials until I got married of course. His initials are JBB and mine were (my maiden name) PBB. We always liked that and would put that on gifts we would give to each other. :) </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Jared, if you are reading this I want to let you know that you mean so much to me. I pray for you everyday, and I would do anything for you. If you ever need anything, please don't ever feel like you can't come to me. I know how that feels and I don't want any of you to feel like you don't have the freedom of talking to someone and being afraid of getting into trouble. You are one of the best brothers a sister could ever ask for. Always keep me laughing and you will always be my red headed buddy. :) </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> I love you,</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Paige</span></span></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jared with his little cowboy boots on. </span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4wnBRoV2YKbs8aS1M_xhFciBRUi_oSlECqCiRuFZ1OL05W6rstKas8gyoq-kV6DrD9scE7Lz_2Sd0HZLRtJeH3TMNSsXpDkr1F0BkDIcBnXDt8W8M2Yn2ThsS0XXgzSbMbltIvlUyus/s1600/scan0005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4wnBRoV2YKbs8aS1M_xhFciBRUi_oSlECqCiRuFZ1OL05W6rstKas8gyoq-kV6DrD9scE7Lz_2Sd0HZLRtJeH3TMNSsXpDkr1F0BkDIcBnXDt8W8M2Yn2ThsS0XXgzSbMbltIvlUyus/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625630378888578" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jared kissing Mama's hand. Mama always wanted her sons to be gentlemen so when Jared was little she would say, "be a gentlemen" and he would kiss her hand. :D</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wHBWOdPVuKz7PETjpBuE2uN-agEnhNli-eOm0ES_gJMMishm835pYJm-5sX9G-0oQg_qCDQSKbuPImw0UQ63aqwEA8YsEkTvHIMWSNHuouRnWynyjKM8PTXPaQJcfYgm1eO7m7jbTC0/s1600/scan0003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wHBWOdPVuKz7PETjpBuE2uN-agEnhNli-eOm0ES_gJMMishm835pYJm-5sX9G-0oQg_qCDQSKbuPImw0UQ63aqwEA8YsEkTvHIMWSNHuouRnWynyjKM8PTXPaQJcfYgm1eO7m7jbTC0/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625312915179346" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jared in his Native America clothes. </span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMq8Vhyphenhyphen7gKw4XoM76bbgTis8UdgfvWNobyYmbhUIw1Hm4wM0TlE9DaoX-dDv2RnO-SXFH0rBXltME1vpXRQD9J_y9iK-QX3_YrAjJkVdQarMN1maDGEZbHk3WO6GsXi5XTfIeBV52cW8/s1600/scan0006.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMq8Vhyphenhyphen7gKw4XoM76bbgTis8UdgfvWNobyYmbhUIw1Hm4wM0TlE9DaoX-dDv2RnO-SXFH0rBXltME1vpXRQD9J_y9iK-QX3_YrAjJkVdQarMN1maDGEZbHk3WO6GsXi5XTfIeBV52cW8/s320/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625310145712274" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jared with his first deer he killed. I think he was nine.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uvooz36mb9KRvl4VhoSXoXoukamkBvfFHZHZCUTfclBCOri5kbzAI7_DL-IH-UfZs5B6XnSdah__NLzK0wePpT0YT9PboFVfFWEv2lTNBuzO0AUa3LmQG9OwhS1dgVy4tYfzXqpv6AM/s1600/scan0007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uvooz36mb9KRvl4VhoSXoXoukamkBvfFHZHZCUTfclBCOri5kbzAI7_DL-IH-UfZs5B6XnSdah__NLzK0wePpT0YT9PboFVfFWEv2lTNBuzO0AUa3LmQG9OwhS1dgVy4tYfzXqpv6AM/s320/scan0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625304160744418" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jared and me moving a shelf my dad built into my little sister's room. Jared's pretending he is stuck. :) Back in 2005-2006.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAaRcCqpHHpfMPhMztI4a9CBV_-UqwMmHeCQHbhfV_UID3PsJf1_T0nVBrmxzm0wtN7w9AXxxc3XYHPoxsmMDo9_g51KHTCobLIC7FyLFp8uduxUnj5znhmdm-mKHOiGwR83YFTPB4wo/s1600/scan0008x.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAaRcCqpHHpfMPhMztI4a9CBV_-UqwMmHeCQHbhfV_UID3PsJf1_T0nVBrmxzm0wtN7w9AXxxc3XYHPoxsmMDo9_g51KHTCobLIC7FyLFp8uduxUnj5znhmdm-mKHOiGwR83YFTPB4wo/s320/scan0008x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625304957207554" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My siblings and me at my grandparents house. It was sometime in 2001-2002 I think.</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoC-qdyBxKGJn8l9hfXydJwxCTOvr108s3uH0aWAPrOT8nK_Tfew9aZb541m3bR9Xx77yve5Riq_xe825Y2Vpl8nGKRAzf5qVGr5TNM2RVskCaSIOhFUkBL0n_h3gD5QDL01aCL4kz17M/s1600/scan0009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoC-qdyBxKGJn8l9hfXydJwxCTOvr108s3uH0aWAPrOT8nK_Tfew9aZb541m3bR9Xx77yve5Riq_xe825Y2Vpl8nGKRAzf5qVGr5TNM2RVskCaSIOhFUkBL0n_h3gD5QDL01aCL4kz17M/s320/scan0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533625294715609234" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-90118904957509242542010-10-25T20:40:00.000-07:002010-10-25T21:20:13.497-07:00My Sissy, Carla!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Paige and Carla</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJXPbN05wcg2RqAXrfNVxVJP1atXD_lAClri_xzB8dTQtnPfd0T7W5Wc4RDPtGwiMCt6KQgi5iD7jM37SMVPlfvOws2meFlGMvfqjsD42GGOn_dBYDlxX20fJDJEj_NuI_eF38To1aNs/s1600/6288_128472815916_778385916_3147143_7853873_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJXPbN05wcg2RqAXrfNVxVJP1atXD_lAClri_xzB8dTQtnPfd0T7W5Wc4RDPtGwiMCt6KQgi5iD7jM37SMVPlfvOws2meFlGMvfqjsD42GGOn_dBYDlxX20fJDJEj_NuI_eF38To1aNs/s320/6288_128472815916_778385916_3147143_7853873_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201800621679570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />Hello my dear friends and family! I am going to TRY and post something on both of my blogs at least once a week. Since I have blogs, I need to blog regularly. I will try my best to do that. My posts might be random, but I always post what is on my heart and mind. Tonight I am missing someone who I love so much. It's my sister, Carla. I know I have blogged about her in the past, but I'm going to do it again. I miss all my siblings and love them so much. I also miss my dad, too. I love them all! Since I don't want to leave anyone out I am going to post about all of my siblings this week. So here goes...</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> My sister, Carla and I are three years apart in age. I was born in April of 1988 and she was born in April of 1991. She has always been my best friend, we were inseparable growing up. Since we were close in age we did everything together. Before she was born I had my own room, but then after she was born I haven't my had own room since then haha. And I loved that. We always shared a room, and we would have to rearrange about once a month lol. :) I find myself to this day, when arranging my house, wishing Carla were with me helping me. We were always a great team. Of course we had our sisterly arguments/fights like everyone has. But we always loved each other so much. When were little she was always my playmate, and I still remember some of those games we would make up and play with our baby dolls and Barbies. They might be silly, but they are wonderful memories! </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Even when we became teenagers we stayed so close. A lot of the time when we walked around we would walk with our arms draped over each other. I remember being out in public sometimes and people would guess who was older and they always picked Carla. I didn't like it at that time because I liked being older. :) But now I know who will look younger longer haha. :) Just joking! </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Today we are still close but not like it used to be. Some have told me that we are just living different chapters in our lives, but I don't care. I will always love her and consider her one of my very best, best friends! It doesn't matter to me that we live in separate states, or what we are doing, we can still be close. I really think I have hurt her in the past, and I am not quite sure she is 100% over it. I have apologized for hurting her or leaving her alone to fill a spot she shouldn't have had to have filled. I never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not my family. I don't think what I did was wrong, it just hurt extra because of what my family had to go through. I moved out when I turned 18 and that's not a strange concept. People do it everyday. But my family and I were experiencing a difficult circumstance, one no one wanted to go through. I made my decision based on what I had to do but I was not trying to hurt anyone. And Carla if you are reading this, I am so sorry. I know I have told you before, and I don't know what else I can say to convince you of that. I just want you to be open with me again. You seem so closed up and I don't want that for us. You are my best friend, Sissy and I love you so much! I would die for you, you know that, right? I ask God everyday to let you know how much I love you!</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> <br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> My sister, Carla is one of the best sisters a girl could ever ask for and I will always love her so much. I miss her so much! I want my old Sissy back somehow, and I am willing to do whatever it takes. You will always be my dish washing buddy! I love you!!!</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Your Sister,</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Paige</span></span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Carla and me Easter of 1993</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtbvoJ_aSzbf7XU9csK7C-VgIFB2eVC6zNyZ6U3O79PljEu3cz-YtaOBZKt1dGaIoN_Hw6YFYh3ZK9GJ6Y381eQuDxrZSOdNfPvn_OsUMRPwn9dawXP8H5mLqTuwK4cyhEybOUnZ2uf0/s1600/6528_146596545916_778385916_3429717_1109787_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtbvoJ_aSzbf7XU9csK7C-VgIFB2eVC6zNyZ6U3O79PljEu3cz-YtaOBZKt1dGaIoN_Hw6YFYh3ZK9GJ6Y381eQuDxrZSOdNfPvn_OsUMRPwn9dawXP8H5mLqTuwK4cyhEybOUnZ2uf0/s320/6528_146596545916_778385916_3429717_1109787_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201802674354066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Carla and me with our arms draped around each other.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-xo9zjfcc5QPcd9tjzGva71gVeBT52Y7VCqXqEsFXHUV06pmwa4dmXklvq4fmdY-z7jrstSlhGNXhu2aVKnOdLXbhiuC9N9uy4tVdCov6KN7Q3EFD3ElH-YhRtXPtSFgFssah1Hbe4U/s1600/6528_146592365916_778385916_3429506_3908375_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-xo9zjfcc5QPcd9tjzGva71gVeBT52Y7VCqXqEsFXHUV06pmwa4dmXklvq4fmdY-z7jrstSlhGNXhu2aVKnOdLXbhiuC9N9uy4tVdCov6KN7Q3EFD3ElH-YhRtXPtSFgFssah1Hbe4U/s320/6528_146592365916_778385916_3429506_3908375_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201578921173490" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Carla and me at our grandparent's house</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYx83VGEloZAKQnCqRD273HBTiTAGcAAyNMG1S4eq_-Dc9BZbiodOGNRxfb345q83GlefYNCRzTQyRvETWjBbXuE-yGG0lfg1fppakQwMHZJMDqv2mNp0fChwhAnqMhlJkrhHyW8VZBFo/s1600/6528_146592385916_778385916_3429508_4105784_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYx83VGEloZAKQnCqRD273HBTiTAGcAAyNMG1S4eq_-Dc9BZbiodOGNRxfb345q83GlefYNCRzTQyRvETWjBbXuE-yGG0lfg1fppakQwMHZJMDqv2mNp0fChwhAnqMhlJkrhHyW8VZBFo/s320/6528_146592385916_778385916_3429508_4105784_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201575275108818" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Carla and me in 2006 moving our whole family to the new house.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tupumMtJfjv1uruF4bpY22LZgTDG4PcCfIbfOP7DG91-NH7kc5o1h0sJeW6NBihwEYbfUPQnZ16n5ZTkQQ2IQGF0TyJmfUgA_afhu4eOoheGAX58FcDDWw8VTlbaPt85LS3N1_pFspc/s1600/6528_147489660916_778385916_3443991_7144080_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tupumMtJfjv1uruF4bpY22LZgTDG4PcCfIbfOP7DG91-NH7kc5o1h0sJeW6NBihwEYbfUPQnZ16n5ZTkQQ2IQGF0TyJmfUgA_afhu4eOoheGAX58FcDDWw8VTlbaPt85LS3N1_pFspc/s320/6528_147489660916_778385916_3443991_7144080_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201571654072866" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Carla and me in 2009 when I went to visit my family.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis99jxbfFjhE7QDcTpsgQ4GX02RlbXo30ToG6kYSwrpdlqDEqbKfs5y-vWOJb0EI2Rwu0szwtYJfNdtg-9UfLaJ6qZuGpoRB-rh7ovDzXu_8IeoQRHCfcHmbYdh57Uz4OCsvanROER3nY/s1600/6288_128472825916_778385916_3147145_3132354_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis99jxbfFjhE7QDcTpsgQ4GX02RlbXo30ToG6kYSwrpdlqDEqbKfs5y-vWOJb0EI2Rwu0szwtYJfNdtg-9UfLaJ6qZuGpoRB-rh7ovDzXu_8IeoQRHCfcHmbYdh57Uz4OCsvanROER3nY/s320/6288_128472825916_778385916_3147145_3132354_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201571394363458" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Carla and me at Florida Caverns State Park earlier this year.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPG3FDUC_OSavvugCuBvs89cqqpp7vW2vfS9kU30QjjabmLs9dnIUfxSyN6T8IjAXbMThgYxvSVYq6cHjbXiFbAcjrbH0chnGz6D_66MRiEZShCCcKOravM1f4TdBMxIemuaJpKf25d-g/s1600/18947_283715705916_778385916_4498685_4214793_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPG3FDUC_OSavvugCuBvs89cqqpp7vW2vfS9kU30QjjabmLs9dnIUfxSyN6T8IjAXbMThgYxvSVYq6cHjbXiFbAcjrbH0chnGz6D_66MRiEZShCCcKOravM1f4TdBMxIemuaJpKf25d-g/s320/18947_283715705916_778385916_4498685_4214793_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201566576949410" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-51035594548186183062010-10-18T16:58:00.000-07:002010-10-18T18:01:48.510-07:00An Exciting Day!<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Hiya everyone! Several good things happened today so I thought I would blog about them all. Oh and side note, I know I said I would post about my mom every day through the month of September, but I just don't think about blogging everyday so I thought about making it a series of sorts. So whenever I feel like it or remember to, I will post about my mom. I just can't remember to post everyday. So with that out of the way, I hope everyone is having an awesome, productive day!</b></span></span></span></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3BIoj-loIs14SALz4xLH0pZJUTUBNQoXWKkm3r_bT-WkIcvdfbiyP8WUH_fIbpa4NIOkavZDT2gaAcKe7Hofui9J9ZNjprqw-JLXkRfdH9_prEqXCPFzEBvktjGzqS9hzYJ8XBrr8ns/s1600/l_690cd46625182557e367da73dfbf4963.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3BIoj-loIs14SALz4xLH0pZJUTUBNQoXWKkm3r_bT-WkIcvdfbiyP8WUH_fIbpa4NIOkavZDT2gaAcKe7Hofui9J9ZNjprqw-JLXkRfdH9_prEqXCPFzEBvktjGzqS9hzYJ8XBrr8ns/s320/l_690cd46625182557e367da73dfbf4963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529555158987767490" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>As most everyone knows I have recently started decorating cakes. I took a beginner course by Wilton back in August, and I loved it. Since then I have made 5 decorated cakes, including my friend's wedding cake. I also LOVE to watch the cake shows on TV like "Ace of Cakes", "Amazing Wedding Cakes", "Challenge" and etc. So I had been thinking it might be a good to work at a bakery to continue to learn and get good first hand experience. Someone had mentioned a local grocery store, but I didn't really feel like that I was what I needed or wanted to do. Cakes from those kinds of bakeries are just kind of thrown together and not very personal. I wanted to work somewhere where my creativity could flow through and I could learn/have fun. When I moved to Florida four years ago, I had eaten lunch one day at this cafe/bakery with my friends. Since then I had not been back and forgot all about it until the other day. I was sitting here thinking the other day, wishing that we had a local bakery, and I thought of that little bakery. I looked them up online, and they are still open! They even have a facebook fan page! I felt a little silly just calling up asking about a job, but I did it! Last Wednesday I called the bakery, "Sweet Stuff Bakery" and asked the lady who owns it if she had any cake decorator positions open. She told me that right now she does need another cake decorator, and asked me to come in on Monday(today) for an interview. I was ecstatic! I raced outside where Jeremiah was working on his van, and told him the great news. On Friday I went over to my friends, the Pickels house and spent the weekend with them. I worked on my piping techniques when I was over there in case I needed to do some piping work in my interview. This morning I was soooooooo nervous about the interview. I kept praying, asking God to give me His peace that passes all understanding. I also requested prayer on facebook, and it was so amazing to feel His peace come over me. Before I was almost sick to my stomach, and then all of a sudden God just took over and calmed me. God is so good! He also intervened in my going there, too. Since I wasn't 100% sure where this place was (I'm terrible with those sorts of things), I left 15 minutes early. Unbeknown to me, I did not know that the the road workers began working on the state road I live on. I was delayed 13 minutes, and I had 2 minutes to spare when I arrived at the bakery. Like I said earlier, God is so good all the time. If I had not left early, I would have been late. That was definitely a God thing. The interview went really well, and the owner made me feel really comfortable. She offered me the job as cake decorator/cake baker/dishwasher/cashier/etc, and I start there on Thursday! WOOHOO!!!!! :D :D :D I am so excited, you just have no idea! :D I will pretty much be doing anything there that needs to be done at the bakery, everyone just kind of pitches in to get things done. It's only a part time job, but that was what I was looking for so I can continue to keep up with housework/cooking meals/laundry/etc at home. I will be working on the weekends. Please pray for me to do the very best job I can do, and please my new boss and also to please God. I just want to do what He wants me to do, and I really feel like this is where He wants me.</b></span></span></span></p><br /><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>When I got home, I checked the mail, and I received a package. A couple of weeks ago I ordered a key chain online and it got here today! I have always kind of collected key chains, and when I saw this one online the other day, I had to have it. It's a cancer ribbon on a lime green background. There are all sorts of cancers and there is a color for each one. Lime green stands for the cancer, Lymphoma which is the kind my mom had. I always want to support cancer research so hopefully they will one day find a cure for that horrid disease. I bought the key chain, and it's now hanging on my keys. I wanted it especially in remembrance of my mom and the long, hard battle she went through. And when people ask about it I want to share how wonderful my mom was and keep her alive through my memories of her.</b></span></span></span></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqtQHC8m-z8h7SnSJlbz2GJEFhriWvOL0RRYrOm4LZqdy50EPSzcMB_KaD8ejqq7qzuZI96m2BJOwiekY8kfMBy3p0AqaNPvWSkPHzJwMLZh9LT5leHypmzKzb_nvGKbkK1u1XuNGrOA/s1600/101800_1813%5B00%5D.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqtQHC8m-z8h7SnSJlbz2GJEFhriWvOL0RRYrOm4LZqdy50EPSzcMB_KaD8ejqq7qzuZI96m2BJOwiekY8kfMBy3p0AqaNPvWSkPHzJwMLZh9LT5leHypmzKzb_nvGKbkK1u1XuNGrOA/s320/101800_1813%5B00%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529555153286633986" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>I also received a letter from my sweet pen pal, Allison and that also brightened my day. I knew it was coming, just didn't know when. :) I have been pen palling since I was 11 years old, and still write a few of those girls. The others I don't write anymore I keep up with on my facebook. I have made so many wonderful friendships over the years with my pen pals, and I thank God for those wonderful girls. </b></span></span></span><br /></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Well, I best be signing off now so I can get some other things done around the house. I was gone all weekend so I need to catch up on some light cleaning. Tonight for dinner I am making Monte Cristos, something Jeremiah and I LOVE! I first had them at the restaurant, Cheddars, but now make them at home since we don't have a Cheddars here. If you have a Cheddars near by you should go and try the Monte Cristos, and if you don't you should make them. I have the recipe if you want it. Hope everyone has a wonderful night with your family and great night's sleep. </b></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>God Bless,</b></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Paige</b></span></span></span></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-88442469762434615542010-10-07T14:37:00.000-07:002010-10-07T15:02:38.481-07:00Wedding Bliss<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hello everyone! I hope everyone is having a fantastic day! I know I am enjoying this beautiful fall day! This nice weather and this time of year makes me very happy. :) Today I have very exciting news that most of you probably already know, but I'm going to tell you anyway. :)</span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> My friend, Jessica got married on October 1st!!! Just this past weekend, and I got to witness them being married. It was so incredible! :) She married Chad Goldstein, and I'm so happy for them both. I wish them a long happy life ahead of them. I love weddings anyway, but when it's someone you love getting married, it's just really special.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Jessica or as known as Jess, has been my friend for a very long time. We were childhood friends. Our families have known each other since I was 3 years old. Her and her family are more like family to me, and I love them all so much. I believe God gave me a second family, and I am just doubly blessed. Jess and I have had our ups and downs in our friendship like most people, and I'm just so thankful we are still friends. I cannot express how much I am thankful for that. I have not been the best of friends in the past, and I will live with that regret for the rest of my life. I was very selfish and mean, and I cannot begin to explain how sorry I am. </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> I'm also glad Jess and I have had our "ups", too. Because you also carry the happy memories forever. And the happy memories are what count.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> I'm so happy that Jess found her soul mate. It's so wonderful to see her happy! Jess and Chad were married at the courthouse, but a year from now they are going to have a bigger wedding so they can save money for it. But they knew they wanted to get married, and didn't really have a reason to wait. So we were blessed to see them promise their vows to each other, and it was a wonderful day! I will always treasure the memories of that day.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> So what I want to say is Congratulations Jess!!!! And I wish you a life time of happiness and love with Chad. Love you girl! :)</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Paige</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jessica and Chad Goldstein</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8puqsAQKLr5XbKit11RRiNvA4AoWPBNKS0ep7PIVhrIErL5q7v5DN5qbuW4b28QCYhpCzG4BNl5rC5yRnU8CqYSoI1ApXD2cqyPr6N5tR2cooo3isQk9nDGzu61fNgpYH9KvH36G_fpE/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8puqsAQKLr5XbKit11RRiNvA4AoWPBNKS0ep7PIVhrIErL5q7v5DN5qbuW4b28QCYhpCzG4BNl5rC5yRnU8CqYSoI1ApXD2cqyPr6N5tR2cooo3isQk9nDGzu61fNgpYH9KvH36G_fpE/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525426556954975842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jessica & Chad</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5h5HocORPLdC6phL86EsxjakPE84tn3O4YA_wIez4-vgv-yftcoJ-Juucm26QkDPjVw4rNtqLdUgNjHEuTejIsCqfwYFQL73kkho1XqPYfgt3gxMdsMA19NGnpHuMZVr8shaXIsBcLQ/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5h5HocORPLdC6phL86EsxjakPE84tn3O4YA_wIez4-vgv-yftcoJ-Juucm26QkDPjVw4rNtqLdUgNjHEuTejIsCqfwYFQL73kkho1XqPYfgt3gxMdsMA19NGnpHuMZVr8shaXIsBcLQ/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525426549667668834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"You May Now Kiss Your Bride"</span></span><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD8-tsc2nBK6nNUkR3e9VcELsvunVWdKoFqnLTTo4Uh_HeIAC9o8ay7_ecBBTAOOn9MaUPWuB15Vvw_pgcJv51tq6vFC4fqHax4PKGbHltrX0CPH9f1Wuh5QU4oumJFeMNe-ttJRzGkY/s1600/Jess'+Wedding+Pics+044.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD8-tsc2nBK6nNUkR3e9VcELsvunVWdKoFqnLTTo4Uh_HeIAC9o8ay7_ecBBTAOOn9MaUPWuB15Vvw_pgcJv51tq6vFC4fqHax4PKGbHltrX0CPH9f1Wuh5QU4oumJFeMNe-ttJRzGkY/s320/Jess'+Wedding+Pics+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525426548336885298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Husband and Wife!</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rU7xg-JrfB8Np4xyVbS1Sr9tDKDAUy5-y3ZEzM5c4U-UPHCktFb44BWdWcfqZDJuKcFmtEiAhRsR8mRBVlz9apkTupswdOGkV8J_paxPwI1sjGYqhgMEZfhNkAkjhYJEPcNYHiFUnY0/s1600/Jess'+Wedding+Pics+084.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rU7xg-JrfB8Np4xyVbS1Sr9tDKDAUy5-y3ZEzM5c4U-UPHCktFb44BWdWcfqZDJuKcFmtEiAhRsR8mRBVlz9apkTupswdOGkV8J_paxPwI1sjGYqhgMEZfhNkAkjhYJEPcNYHiFUnY0/s320/Jess'+Wedding+Pics+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525426541714063842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jess and Chad with the family</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugc9O5oQMOGriJnzcYDHkCeihg7ZzFRdudPjyjAgB9oBAv6yqphDV5kTL4DIdPt6fe96bxpAXIGgKf5m6YK-HICLrnGsvf_ZKKwmiHDr1IxZoQGE3vB6xO7AEN5hEuvGrMNi2w527oM8/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugc9O5oQMOGriJnzcYDHkCeihg7ZzFRdudPjyjAgB9oBAv6yqphDV5kTL4DIdPt6fe96bxpAXIGgKf5m6YK-HICLrnGsvf_ZKKwmiHDr1IxZoQGE3vB6xO7AEN5hEuvGrMNi2w527oM8/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525426538165325730" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-58169289056381109482010-09-25T16:44:00.000-07:002010-09-25T16:59:16.896-07:00Cleaning Out #3<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Hello! I hope everyone is having a great day!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Today I have another minimizing quest to tell you about and show you. The other day my husband and I cleaned out the kitchen. It's really amazing the amount of stuff a person can keep. We emptied out all the cabinets, and went through every single piece of everything we had. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> After all was said and done, we got rid of a huge pile of stuff, and threw away 4 bags of stuff. I try to donate as much as I can to our local thrift store so that someone else can use what we don't need. But there was some stuff like mismatching lids, etc. that no one can use that I threw away.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> The next room I probably will clean out is the living room. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> I hope everyone is well, and I will "talk" to you in my next post. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> God Bless,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Paige</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The pile of stuff from our kitchen we gave to the thrift store.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlT_T_93z_CUecsjodte5XccaG8dDWbnhhlafIZXwqO8XeSsEjmLLI03sg6dh4Db7dBH9ZKqN4V__nb8UsyKeB-tqzZL2f2vsODIJ3zS9vqqtcq88r67xyP3U6WyNsSDzaTLkRyTN19Q/s1600/092310021815_01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlT_T_93z_CUecsjodte5XccaG8dDWbnhhlafIZXwqO8XeSsEjmLLI03sg6dh4Db7dBH9ZKqN4V__nb8UsyKeB-tqzZL2f2vsODIJ3zS9vqqtcq88r67xyP3U6WyNsSDzaTLkRyTN19Q/s320/092310021815_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521004350858748706" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHaaCvcXxqygrwq3Y6URSdwe8MR_nRlI6Ug-Xbvz4fXX9rH93TPlyJb8zZ6txNyxAkqFjWXVC4_vruP-1I7Kl9NcbyaKQ7YOK6tcFwQBtyPPYn367P9VX3NlXhzhJK-2Qydo2mzPmdu4Q/s1600/092310021756_01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHaaCvcXxqygrwq3Y6URSdwe8MR_nRlI6Ug-Xbvz4fXX9rH93TPlyJb8zZ6txNyxAkqFjWXVC4_vruP-1I7Kl9NcbyaKQ7YOK6tcFwQBtyPPYn367P9VX3NlXhzhJK-2Qydo2mzPmdu4Q/s320/092310021756_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521003497879132834" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-26046842339208685992010-09-23T16:28:00.000-07:002010-09-23T16:40:20.468-07:00Jeremiah and Paige- Our Love Story Slide Show<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyW0P3zEZM6pDtHiuUV38507jestSNUz8rBM9eWVQ1qSx1XIAzczV7SKBNMvH3M_vUgPdQNXj8YXb4qTdADjg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hiya Everyone!<br />As some of you know, I have really gotten into a new hobby of sorts lately. I discovered my computer has a slide show maker and I have really been having fun with it. :D So far I have made seven slide shows for friends and family. Today I am posting a slide show I made of Jeremiah and me. This is a time-line of when we met, got engaged, were married, and more pics of us in the 3 years we have been married.<br /><br />I wanted to post this slide show for 2 reasons...One being I wanted you to see Jeremiah and mine story and since we just had our 3rd wedding anniversary. Second was because I wanted to show that I can now make slide shows, and if you need a slide show made...I will be happy to do it!<br /><br />Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you have an awesome day!<br />God bless,<br />Paige<br /></span></span></span></span></div>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-61131366610332269162010-09-16T14:49:00.000-07:002010-09-16T15:00:57.494-07:00Memory of Mama #7<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRn47wu8EL_wO74x6XVi5NV8qNbRqbwe4WTGbVjHEOqocDr94EBoj2mahi0wBkPphBBNLg_TCxhBPVP3nCmOktxvLgMcq9Gu39Na14x3HUu3OQjnHY99XknV0uzozjFC5JLREKX7Te3DY/s1600/0802040650001img_9684-.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRn47wu8EL_wO74x6XVi5NV8qNbRqbwe4WTGbVjHEOqocDr94EBoj2mahi0wBkPphBBNLg_TCxhBPVP3nCmOktxvLgMcq9Gu39Na14x3HUu3OQjnHY99XknV0uzozjFC5JLREKX7Te3DY/s320/0802040650001img_9684-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517634604641789970" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hello! I know I haven't posted anything about my mom in a couple of days. Jeremiah was off work, and we spent a lot of time together which was so nice. And that is why I didn't get on my blog. I checked it from my ipod, but I can't post anything from my ipod.<br /><br />Anyway, I wanted to tell you about something I want to do. I want to get a tattoo. I know you are thinking, what does this have to do with my mom? Just bear with me, and soon you will understand.<br /><br />All my life my mom loved red birds (Cardinals). She loved how pretty they are, but she also loved that they mated for life. It spoke to her heart more deeply because she believed that a man and woman, once they make vows before God, should stay together. She loved to decorate the house in red birds, and now red birds remind me of one. It never fails when I see a red bird, Mama comes to mind.<br /><br />I see them often come into my yard, and I always like to think it's her way of telling me she loves me even because she isn't here to say it herself. It's a comforting feeling seeing a red bird because it reminds me my mom is alive and perfect and she is waiting on me in Heaven. So when I get my first tattoo, I want it to be a red bird because it means so much to me now.<br /><br />I love you, Mama! Thank you for always telling me you love me and watching over me!<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Paige</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-67375940285302618222010-09-16T14:33:00.000-07:002010-09-16T14:48:08.978-07:00Cleaning out #2<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Hi to all my friends and family! :) I forgot all about the minimalism quest I am on until the other day. I have not been able to do much at all with cleaning out since I got burned. But I did do a little something yesterday, and I thought I would share it with you. :)<br /> <br />For a long time now I have been so anxious about mine and Jeremiah's paper work system. Yes, the dreaded paper work and filing. LOL! Anyway, we had papers galore, EVERYWHERE! And I'm not kidding about that. It was quite disturbing. Anyway, I told Jeremiah that we should go through all our paper work, and throw out what we really don't need. I keep so many papers for the "in case" scenario and that's how we get bogged down in papers. So we cleaned out all the paper work, only keeping old bills from this year, organizing our taxes from the past, creating files in our file box to keep everything neat and organized. Finally we went through the mountain of paper, and now only have one file box of important documents and papers. The picture below is what we threw away! Wow!<br /> <br />So that is all I have to show for now, but I will try and organize my kitchen next. That is the plan anyway. Hope you all are having a fantastic day! Take care!<br /> <br />Paige</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The mountain of papers we threw out. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxjctIHrZmLPefOzMtO2vT4OToRfSf2fRYMFJk1XBoiriHE6PNaxC6TwPhgJmonEt0PM0mxf80v7WTAqLiCYhKVrfCpAZVA8E2Vn7y0nxkaK1E0vwtbAkJcqpPaNI3XBb6BL9GmmAhHQ/s1600/091510165710.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxjctIHrZmLPefOzMtO2vT4OToRfSf2fRYMFJk1XBoiriHE6PNaxC6TwPhgJmonEt0PM0mxf80v7WTAqLiCYhKVrfCpAZVA8E2Vn7y0nxkaK1E0vwtbAkJcqpPaNI3XBb6BL9GmmAhHQ/s320/091510165710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517630796256596242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">A different angle at the "mountain". :)</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagkrE7D44fzLo0Uj4GhEmqUT7Pzo9tad7kZJ88RFxSvEQLpYn4jUH41TduHysyFAYEOyORBKJMfrFwfFrkL1uVzr_OJHXIR38ucIdzoLq3PPZyVkg4ku6tyICKgvK3NmPC2n3OHxMrHE/s1600/091510165727.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjagkrE7D44fzLo0Uj4GhEmqUT7Pzo9tad7kZJ88RFxSvEQLpYn4jUH41TduHysyFAYEOyORBKJMfrFwfFrkL1uVzr_OJHXIR38ucIdzoLq3PPZyVkg4ku6tyICKgvK3NmPC2n3OHxMrHE/s320/091510165727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517630777073333074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-1551931998174287782010-09-13T13:54:00.000-07:002010-09-13T15:37:51.138-07:00Memory of Mama #6<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1x2lvnYqnEXnyPrrbqhltsdLHoT3NDegBYpxxlKtqQUYZ8YYzWhLYoEQWPo-AWY_jTGiOmxETScbtJZBpW5C8jcdXBZG2wFDIH_dXgIYWXPp5fNPxwv-wQnOnFQ8cW5GwGQNrTYb2fKE/s1600/scan0040.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1x2lvnYqnEXnyPrrbqhltsdLHoT3NDegBYpxxlKtqQUYZ8YYzWhLYoEQWPo-AWY_jTGiOmxETScbtJZBpW5C8jcdXBZG2wFDIH_dXgIYWXPp5fNPxwv-wQnOnFQ8cW5GwGQNrTYb2fKE/s320/scan0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516530636303655282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello everyone! Today is very difficult for me since it's the anniversary of Mama's death. She went to be with Jesus 4 years ago today on September 13, 2006. It blows my mind that it's already been 4 years. It certainly doesn't seem like it, it only seems like yesterday. I never thought I could live without her or any of my family. Only by the grace of God am I alive today. If it had not been for God carrying me and helping me, I would have not lived to see today. We are nothing without God!<br /><br />Today I am going to go back to that painful time when Mama when to be with Jesus, and relive it here on my blog. It's going to be difficult, but I feel like it's what I need to do. It's a painful memory, but it's my last memory of my mama and it needs to be told.<br /><br />It was late that night when I got the call. I was living in Florida with my friend, Jessica and her family. I worked at the local Christian school as a teacher's assistant. Jessica and I were up late that night either writing in our book or talking. The phone rang, but we didn't think anything of it except it was unusually late for someone to be calling. We let Jessica's step dad answer it, and few minutes later he came to our room saying my dad was on the phone. I took it not knowing what he was going to say. When I answered I could hear the sadness in his voice, and he told me that Mama may not make it through the night. I told him to call me if anything happened and when I got off the phone, the floodgates opened up. I went to Jessica's mom, Heidi crying and telling her what my dad had just said. She comforted me and somehow I went to sleep that night.<br /><br />The next morning it was all I could think about. I went to work, trying to live as normally as possible. When I got to the school the principle (my boss) told me that I would be teaching the K3 class since the regular teacher was out sick that day. So with a heavy heart I began with the Bible devotion for the day. I can't exactly remember what the the devotion was about, but I do know that it gave me peace. I knew God was helping me and I was trying to so hard not to cry in front of the group of 3 year olds. I went through the day, clutching my cell phone the entire day. I know some of you must be thinking that I was crazy or cruel not to go immediately to my mom. But I was believing that God would heal her. I believed if we had enough faith and spoke words of life about her that she would live. She had lived before when everyone thought she was going to die. A few months earlier she had been in the ICU, and I was the only one not upset. I knew she was going to pull through, live and be okay because I had faith. She did pull through and live, just like I knew she would. That day at the school I was believing and having faith in God that He would pull her through again. I did NOT want to believe that she was going to die. Later that day during nap time, Heidi and I had our classes together since it was Tuesday and the entire school had Bible on Tuesdays. After nap time we would lead the kids to the main room where the devotions were held. It was on Tuesdays where we would let the K3, K4 and K5 classes watch a move together during nap time in one room. While Heidi (Jessica's mom who taught the K5 class) sat there watching over the kids, my phone rang. I went to into the kids bathroom so I wouldn't disturb anyone and have some privacy. It was my dad on the phone calling to tell me that he and my uncle had went to go pick out a casket and make funeral arrangements. I did not want to believe it, did not want to believe Mama was going to die. After I got off the phone I was so upset that I clawed the cement block bathroom wall and slid to the ground crying. Heidi heard me crying and came to check on me. I told he what my dad said, and told her I wanted to go up there. She told to my stuff together while she went to talk to our boss. Soon after that we left the school and went back to the house. I was trying to pack an overnight bag and Heidi helped me do that since I couldn't do it myself. I was so rattled, crying and trying to still believe Mama was going to live. We left soon thereafter and headed up to Pine Mountain, Georgia where my family lived. I cried on and off the entire trip up there and talked to my boyfriend on the phone a lot. When we got there I walked in the house and felt a lot of condemning eyes on me. Everyone had been so upset when I moved away 3 months prior. I had been the main care-taker for my mom plus doing her job of taking care of my siblings since she was so sick. She had been sick a little over 2 years with Lymphoma (cancer). With the stress of having so much responsibility at such a young age (I was 16 when she got sick) and having to live a lie at the same time, I couldn't take it anymore. My parents raised me a certain way with very strict standards, and I was 14/15 years old when I began to disagree with them. But I couldn't say anything because I would have been in BIG trouble going against my parents. So I kept it all to myself until I turned 18 and moved out. I wasn't trying to hurt anyone, I just needed to be able to spread my wings. Everyone got so upset that I left, and had all but condemned me to hell. It wouldn't have mattered in the long run if I would have stayed or left, no one was going to change God's plan. I had to do what I had to do, and it wasn't my fault that my mom died. I felt guilty for so long (and still fight it to this day) because people always said "you left", "you shouldn't have left", "how could you leave?" "you were just being influenced". Well, I want everyone to know loud and clear that it wasn't my fault and I would have left no matter what. I had been planning to move out for years, and no one was going to stop me. Fortunately I had Godly friends who let me live with them instead of leaving me to find another way out. The other way could have led to drugs and a very bad road. But no one cared or refused to see that. I guess it's easier to just blame someone when you can't figure out why something happens.<br /><br />Anyway I went to my mom and dad's room where my mom was at. She was laying on the bed looking sound asleep. All I can explain to you is what she was in was a coma like sleep. Her body was shutting down from the cancer racing through her body. I knelt beside the bed, taking her hand in mine. I asked my dad if she could wake up, and he said no. I told her I was there and just held on to her. Her body was so hot, burning with fever from being so sick I imagine. After Heidi left and everyone left the room I got to be alone with Mama. My dad had said she couldn't wake up, but I had to try for myself. I just wanted to her to wake up and be okay. I wanted to talked with her, and know that everything was going to be okay. I gently shook her shoulder and said, "Mama, wake up". But she didn't and it broke my heart. The last time I had talked with her was a few days earlier on the phone. I never thought it was the last time we would talk. Never knew it was the last time I would hear her voice. You never know when the last time is, and I certainly had no clue that was the last time we would talk. I laid on the bed beside her, holding her hand, and just talking to her. They told me she could probably hear since hearing is the last to go. I talked about what was going on in my life, about how if Jesus was calling to go to Him. Now I can't imagine how I could have said that. Now I want to scream don't leave me. But that day God gave me this peace I will never understand which allowed me to let her go. There is no way I could have done that on my own. I told her I would miss her so much, but if Jesus wanted her, then it was okay. And I told her I loved her over and over again. My dad had a CD player in the room softly playing "Selah" songs from their albums. People would read to Mama, we would all talk to her, we would clean her up, give her pain meds to keep her out of pain. I also played the piano for her. The piano sat right outside her room and she always loved to hear us play. She always wanted us to learn to play musical instruments for God and I played hymns for her. I visited with my siblings, took walks, talked to my boyfriend on the phone. I don't think that some people liked that, but it was a good for me. I needed something to help distract me for awhile. She live through the night and onto the next day.<br /><br />People were so kind to us, bringing over food, visiting us. That afternoon going into the evening I decided to take a walk, get away for a few minutes. I was walking on the dirt driveway when my Uncle Brent came driving up beside me. He was trying not to cry and told me I should come back to the house now. I knew something had happened. When we got back to the house a lot of people were crying and I went to my mom's bedroom. My dad and siblings were gathered around the bed, crying. She had died a few minutes earlier, and I began to sob. My dad wanted me to touch her, but I was having trouble commanding my hand to do so. Uncle Lamar gently told my dad to give me some time, and then I gingerly touched my mama. She was still hot, but she wasn't breathing anymore. We all gathered around (my dad, siblings and me), holding hands, praying, crying and being there for each other. I hugged all my siblings and dad, and we were all sad but also happy Mama wasn't in pain anymore. She had been in such excruciating pain for so long, and now she was perfect. Others came in the room, family and friends to say the final goodbye. I went to my sister's bedroom and wrote in my diary. About an hour later the nurse from hospice came and pronounced Mama dead . The funeral home people came shortly thereafter, and they put Mama on the stretcher under the dark blue velvet covering. We all stood in a line from her bedroom door to the front door in the living room. Some of us were crying, some were trying not to cry as they pushed her past us all to the front door. They left and I don't exactly remember what I did after that. I do know later on I found my sister, Mandy on the front porch crying. We both cried together and we talked about Mama.<br /><br />The next day we had the viewing at the funeral home. My dad wanted the casket closed though so people wouldn't leave with that being the last image of Mama. She had been so frail, thin, hair so short, and so sickly when she died. Daddy wanted them to remember her healthy and beautiful just like she was before she got sick. We set up pictures of Mama all over the room in the funeral home so people could see her that way. My family and I arrived early to see her one last time before they closed the casket. When we walked in the building my sisters and I met in the small one stall bathroom to get ready to go in. We walked in the room where Mama's body was, and we walked over to her. She was dressed in the dress we picked out for her to wear. I gently and lightly touched her hand where it was resting on her still body. I touched her where her hand was was at, and she was very hard. I jerked my hand back, not fully expecting that. We cried and lingered there not wanting to leave. The time came when the casket had be shut, and then people started to pour in to pay respect. I felt numb, going through the motions. Everyone asked me how I was, and I said the same thing over and over again that night, "I'm fine" even though I wasn't. For over two to three years after that I kept that up, saying "I'm fine" even though I'm not. I try to open myself up more now, but it's hard. I still fight just saying "I'm fine" to this day. After everyone left, we went back home and got to bed.<br /><br />The next day was the the funeral. We didn't have a service in church, we just had a graveside service. We got there and waited around for the service to start. Heidi and her family came to the funeral, and that made me happy to have them nearby, too. My dad's side of the family are wonderful singers and we all sang "Sweet, Sweet Spirit". I got through the first line when I broke down crying and I blubbered my way through the rest of the song. My dad was standing beside me, and he put his arm around me, sharing my grief. We then went to sit under the green tent in the chairs for the family. Then my dad had the song "Press On" by Selah played on a CD player. After the song was over my Grandpa (Mama's dad) spoke and then Ralph Taylor (our preacher for so many years) spoke. The whole time my dad kept his arm around me and I cried the whole time. After the service was over, lots of people hugged me. But I specifically remember my cousin, Cason hugging me and comforting me. Then we left to go back to the house. I just remember lots of people being there and people trying to get me to stay longer. My boss told me I could take some time off. But in my mind I just needed to go back to something normal, something familiar. I just wanted my life to return back to normal even though it could never happen. I would have to create my new normal. That evening Heidi and her family came to get me since I told them I wanted to go back with them. They visited awhile with my family, and then I said my goodbyes and went back to Florida.<br /><br />I tried to relive that memory by giving you details that stick out in my mind, but I could never fully describe what it was like. Unless you lose someone close to you, you can never describe the many emotions you experience. But I want to say that although I do not understand why Mama had to go, I'm so grateful God chose her to be my mama. I wish she had never been sick and she could have grown old. But that's not what happened and I miss her every single day. There's just not enough words to describe how much I miss her. She wasn't perfect, she was human and made mistakes, but she was definitely a wonderful mama. I am so thankful I have the memories of her, and I always want to keep her alive in our hearts and minds. Please keep my family and me in your prayers today because it's a painful day beside the fact that she is in Heaven.<br /><br />I love you, Mama. Always and Forever!<br />Paige</span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-77275517857431308552010-09-12T14:07:00.000-07:002010-09-12T14:45:50.616-07:00Mama's Cakes<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hi! Okay, I finally got all the pictures of Mama's cake scanned. Sorry it took so long. I got half of them scanned last night, and the rest scanned today. It will be a lot of pictures on this post, but I wanted to show them all. But this isn't even a drop in the bucket of how many cakes she made. This is only a SMALL handful of cakes she made. Hope you enjoy!<br /> <br />Paige</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is a wedding cake my mom made for my cousin- October/2003.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-A4UL_U4dRNMffpXq5Jba3njL78X4Pallotv7rlbl0ycqngnlOk9b1pATAOkvOBKorQ046XzMNEkuPMwpVAFF4troi5OOOt4J9N4GjfrAoYkfxICbOnSOrhboGv58qH9VYx-pxwGDnDI/s1600/scan0009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-A4UL_U4dRNMffpXq5Jba3njL78X4Pallotv7rlbl0ycqngnlOk9b1pATAOkvOBKorQ046XzMNEkuPMwpVAFF4troi5OOOt4J9N4GjfrAoYkfxICbOnSOrhboGv58qH9VYx-pxwGDnDI/s320/scan0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139935768083986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is a groom's cake my mom made for my cousin- October/2003.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYrY6943hDnsFC727wzjsSMHSXvdj_mE41R-J-CtHZnUAiN-Q10p3umsPJVOrRDhhuahrvZcWP4kI4KcjrIWr6RT46j2oHMSZ1OLSctmYKGp9UwVjlnRW3D7mP_xeAIcMJOCfzOii1M8/s1600/scan0008.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYrY6943hDnsFC727wzjsSMHSXvdj_mE41R-J-CtHZnUAiN-Q10p3umsPJVOrRDhhuahrvZcWP4kI4KcjrIWr6RT46j2oHMSZ1OLSctmYKGp9UwVjlnRW3D7mP_xeAIcMJOCfzOii1M8/s320/scan0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139805056964082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My mom with Beauty cake from "Beauty and the Beast".</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSNFgG1EJnRTQttbGmCjZD5qHQA8ZVIq0jy6qIv1NSfpAZOPxos6uZeH6AH7DVEtZQhvE5nOn1sX_3yOA4F3Ue8Ik-_e36zVJ3HrAiUQjd05_bS2zS5WOTPZvtSRHhLVubSlKtWfkbzI/s1600/scan0010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSNFgG1EJnRTQttbGmCjZD5qHQA8ZVIq0jy6qIv1NSfpAZOPxos6uZeH6AH7DVEtZQhvE5nOn1sX_3yOA4F3Ue8Ik-_e36zVJ3HrAiUQjd05_bS2zS5WOTPZvtSRHhLVubSlKtWfkbzI/s320/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139801942915154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">This cake she made for a friend for her high school graduation- 2002.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WdiaL1-lBuwiPiAv-PREDjdwMil1HcysYYyx_MKF8EBNte863un92ZLhhREX0Gke0c_gXjyI3SzNMblGr5pFRxvHwu5oOwqp_ny9DRJX8oEuYEsFN1KblvllKim81OjhhiYpbeDGGsI/s1600/scan0011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WdiaL1-lBuwiPiAv-PREDjdwMil1HcysYYyx_MKF8EBNte863un92ZLhhREX0Gke0c_gXjyI3SzNMblGr5pFRxvHwu5oOwqp_ny9DRJX8oEuYEsFN1KblvllKim81OjhhiYpbeDGGsI/s320/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139795355238018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is my high school graduation cake. June/2006</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJstNtmO75g3jcdN1ihV3P_cvKuaROjHE4-S_AiG4FzZbIzgE5TWr2FGD_EwEOmkXE-dfzIgCyNXvCzEtZZmQbzjvlyUrg4EP8QxlfsTXjFcrJGr8ZrBqaaul6EmC5w_yEQH4SbyucTI/s1600/scan0012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJstNtmO75g3jcdN1ihV3P_cvKuaROjHE4-S_AiG4FzZbIzgE5TWr2FGD_EwEOmkXE-dfzIgCyNXvCzEtZZmQbzjvlyUrg4EP8QxlfsTXjFcrJGr8ZrBqaaul6EmC5w_yEQH4SbyucTI/s320/scan0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139790871790498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My 18th Birthday cake. (Fairy) 2006</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0b2zTLJEnBcO-nbg718G7BKccqdWVeLxqWoidZOFBlTPNCh_sMDgQcMKzolJsEu9q8UQktw9FNVzGb-H1GzwiM3O9upjNXTUfr8qkpkO8N7_xLCCBASNPiiPDkdMeJ4-hWUEBuqIW5o/s1600/scan0013.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0b2zTLJEnBcO-nbg718G7BKccqdWVeLxqWoidZOFBlTPNCh_sMDgQcMKzolJsEu9q8UQktw9FNVzGb-H1GzwiM3O9upjNXTUfr8qkpkO8N7_xLCCBASNPiiPDkdMeJ4-hWUEBuqIW5o/s320/scan0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139785709474530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My 17th Birthday Cake. (Daisies) 2005</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZi5R7G6GhWOrnConNr4_67QLoZInCZntq_Myesdk2mEMOP589FA0oAQt6N5Wxq_E5QZfT-FHhJOWDHUY5D2X4vJMk2pWY_cSKDGSPqCMypb_uUc7eLb7F3KcrIK7yH7llmvzQCBajwaw/s1600/scan0014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZi5R7G6GhWOrnConNr4_67QLoZInCZntq_Myesdk2mEMOP589FA0oAQt6N5Wxq_E5QZfT-FHhJOWDHUY5D2X4vJMk2pWY_cSKDGSPqCMypb_uUc7eLb7F3KcrIK7yH7llmvzQCBajwaw/s320/scan0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139395150937410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My 16th Birthday Cake (Roses) 2004</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISVp0TfHOFn7TD0aGhX3LF_x_kAuiescq-X8xUqqAUSoxSsmTWuncHEtBWOWI_7AkUZlq8ZcB4NG-0IehVR8ZEVqKH00dk_ysYGIi1Ui818L0DS3f_4tvHmQ-aRxki9QTFFYaUPWkPWA/s1600/scan0015.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISVp0TfHOFn7TD0aGhX3LF_x_kAuiescq-X8xUqqAUSoxSsmTWuncHEtBWOWI_7AkUZlq8ZcB4NG-0IehVR8ZEVqKH00dk_ysYGIi1Ui818L0DS3f_4tvHmQ-aRxki9QTFFYaUPWkPWA/s320/scan0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139388736196722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My brother, Jared's 1st Birthday Cake (Hunter) 1994</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3E9vIEKqYeQEN4RR5FA7K8Q56PqjwE_erNQ1HpSIuk1UCZ5ua2HV15NFXDiWz9QpqZNgBlYvTv-wwZkRkvBrDcwBOyOl-rjxXYSdvGWn1wF29AYazawVtNBHCS9xqhsoC4Vf0EfTBAK0/s1600/scan0016.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3E9vIEKqYeQEN4RR5FA7K8Q56PqjwE_erNQ1HpSIuk1UCZ5ua2HV15NFXDiWz9QpqZNgBlYvTv-wwZkRkvBrDcwBOyOl-rjxXYSdvGWn1wF29AYazawVtNBHCS9xqhsoC4Vf0EfTBAK0/s320/scan0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139378885016786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Carla's 5th Birthday Cake ("Belle" from Beauty and the Beast) 1996</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7i8Bt8VHNBA0NT-Wu0Zo8O0hsFWRTjaVwrLptAnsv7ZrJWIhLUqEFHGRUAFBFrFFD7XnmLs10vgQjAnkuH9ZsHZBKBJKkwLxFnEIpGgpQM3hPOZBzBWUlMR3NnIm3iiKAjL1L2yISPe4/s1600/scan0017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7i8Bt8VHNBA0NT-Wu0Zo8O0hsFWRTjaVwrLptAnsv7ZrJWIhLUqEFHGRUAFBFrFFD7XnmLs10vgQjAnkuH9ZsHZBKBJKkwLxFnEIpGgpQM3hPOZBzBWUlMR3NnIm3iiKAjL1L2yISPe4/s320/scan0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139377206474290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My 11th Birthday Cake. (Samantha from American Girl Dolls) April/1999</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMTyqkdwsmUi9JzD7_wt75HlnN0gERUBc_hCrYF9ah26L6uDyTirOmLmPoqYDatKEDYUpgZOuLLOl15EjCaVmn2RLueXXJ1DoKt9S3QDIgGvU48gtRHgXrr4JCrPc6t0iL0MQa8uMy1k/s1600/scan0018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMTyqkdwsmUi9JzD7_wt75HlnN0gERUBc_hCrYF9ah26L6uDyTirOmLmPoqYDatKEDYUpgZOuLLOl15EjCaVmn2RLueXXJ1DoKt9S3QDIgGvU48gtRHgXrr4JCrPc6t0iL0MQa8uMy1k/s320/scan0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139366755840306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Carla's 2nd Birthday Cake (Bunny) April/1993</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2v4Trbyt5-gSLOkSLTn3Z7fblUjhwANQMK2QCTlR6BYCR2zhOxnvqtvhKGRuIYnNNMcU33QHbFHKfhJfrLxkOziom1-SDZgsgv1se_k3FBO1IniwtlHsdMP1X6MgokSjX9euOA-UbOPA/s1600/scan0019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2v4Trbyt5-gSLOkSLTn3Z7fblUjhwANQMK2QCTlR6BYCR2zhOxnvqtvhKGRuIYnNNMcU33QHbFHKfhJfrLxkOziom1-SDZgsgv1se_k3FBO1IniwtlHsdMP1X6MgokSjX9euOA-UbOPA/s320/scan0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139017098991730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My 7th Birthday Cake (Jasmine from Aladdin) April/1995</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkhO-cCDoZD9EsXCF7MPUaLTX6uWQJ2K3zYmSvBXCft2eIKnt1JMCrQEuSGYixW5-eRNEpf1PG9HsvABf_hopxdjgNFGcc5cnajut_RuG0frt8Q_5L_1Zgc3SR2QcBNt0th_xPsfeJKI/s1600/scan0020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqkhO-cCDoZD9EsXCF7MPUaLTX6uWQJ2K3zYmSvBXCft2eIKnt1JMCrQEuSGYixW5-eRNEpf1PG9HsvABf_hopxdjgNFGcc5cnajut_RuG0frt8Q_5L_1Zgc3SR2QcBNt0th_xPsfeJKI/s320/scan0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139007154206466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My brother, Jared's 6th Birthday Cake (Balto from the movie, Balto) February/1999</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydkB9i_ZYuzBEoEmcEV9fVf4z9fJMuh8CntHJWt9kGXQIVTEC4XOwZFRDyDnuDUhAbztvPOeyScpcU8Mqx7hEcdzvUoGlAHNdOK6fWvAel-K8i-aYDb1Gb-MmtLqxDArrQoXSLZvg7Cg/s1600/scan0021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydkB9i_ZYuzBEoEmcEV9fVf4z9fJMuh8CntHJWt9kGXQIVTEC4XOwZFRDyDnuDUhAbztvPOeyScpcU8Mqx7hEcdzvUoGlAHNdOK6fWvAel-K8i-aYDb1Gb-MmtLqxDArrQoXSLZvg7Cg/s320/scan0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516139001754357266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">A cake she made for a friend's son. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBy1IqQeiZnKTPfjH3D9NbW2YhXP3aTBsLYhTnseOYkpC9Iea2wFWL2zwo_nTiVPboVe3ormIIa7pkNp3G6RcnmhiI4bt67EXAJG0t6uTvoSBwrFNK0_D_ECZJ94z3iAa7wEd1sjGTlv8/s1600/scan0022.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBy1IqQeiZnKTPfjH3D9NbW2YhXP3aTBsLYhTnseOYkpC9Iea2wFWL2zwo_nTiVPboVe3ormIIa7pkNp3G6RcnmhiI4bt67EXAJG0t6uTvoSBwrFNK0_D_ECZJ94z3iAa7wEd1sjGTlv8/s320/scan0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138996433576434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My 8th Birthday Cake (Pocahontas) April/1996</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvgxLG76oNZnRbQ7hdif8gPUXQarD9mXy7hGwyMhJ5CuoYhheweLK1O_mk2thyphenhyphen1yGaKCXNexEmzEK1EIsmlii3kiAvzAtsDmJP7HbIqfIUctMaNGcemzrGI0TCOh_pJ_vW5Kh7BucDg0/s1600/scan0023.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvgxLG76oNZnRbQ7hdif8gPUXQarD9mXy7hGwyMhJ5CuoYhheweLK1O_mk2thyphenhyphen1yGaKCXNexEmzEK1EIsmlii3kiAvzAtsDmJP7HbIqfIUctMaNGcemzrGI0TCOh_pJ_vW5Kh7BucDg0/s320/scan0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138993033418130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Mandy's 1st Birthday Cake (Precious Moments) February/1996</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdSGHDBI8ziqpNOxKCZ6fhS24HBc6-J7gHBrOhYNrvIUAOLV8goRxCRqqBbTPG9KROYZqdejYHk4Yu_cxeVnDj5pjinXr1HbMqRkjTCswt4gZeajxGeJ0rt4W8I-QjWKMSW-rx6I83kY/s1600/scan0024.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdSGHDBI8ziqpNOxKCZ6fhS24HBc6-J7gHBrOhYNrvIUAOLV8goRxCRqqBbTPG9KROYZqdejYHk4Yu_cxeVnDj5pjinXr1HbMqRkjTCswt4gZeajxGeJ0rt4W8I-QjWKMSW-rx6I83kY/s320/scan0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138679208146850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Maria Rose's K5 graduation cake. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiet74Eb8vWIDCB5-jeyQm0LgNELLLKaBEq0UxUwJdHreiX1EVBRKBG8IioEOEiLIXyCcw4MvZlHWxy1mWNo-eNiISUqE5ZEPqSnQPKpMpTm3IOXG-LXPPaR-bMYqX_jK5u_MaN-KxDYRk/s1600/scan0025.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiet74Eb8vWIDCB5-jeyQm0LgNELLLKaBEq0UxUwJdHreiX1EVBRKBG8IioEOEiLIXyCcw4MvZlHWxy1mWNo-eNiISUqE5ZEPqSnQPKpMpTm3IOXG-LXPPaR-bMYqX_jK5u_MaN-KxDYRk/s320/scan0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138678198783378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My 5th Birthday Cake. (Belle) April/1993</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2o4kURD5WOWt0veKay0vhqaNVf7P_0i7CVXPkQU-49tP1kSBR4d3Sdq72ecntWsZcTJrc-qdC8C1naO5GyB_sMj6aS25H_wbSPS1WGVARV6qekUrgzhcnWaE3XrRw43AugSpGLzYNEw/s1600/scan0026.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2o4kURD5WOWt0veKay0vhqaNVf7P_0i7CVXPkQU-49tP1kSBR4d3Sdq72ecntWsZcTJrc-qdC8C1naO5GyB_sMj6aS25H_wbSPS1WGVARV6qekUrgzhcnWaE3XrRw43AugSpGLzYNEw/s320/scan0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138671891023154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My 9th Birthday Cake (Barbie) April/1997</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjma0aeVPgaJXpo5WSlGtA2CPoI6GZ7WcU3APxoisGchs5vILwIIS12kk_NB2JxEtkpcYshHSyl9H0nSB9SgOc0KjS9DFkmxkxHqfNT9oSr59l3wwR9u3LmHGGOnIvJ2zuRZwalL9MUzmI/s1600/scan0027.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjma0aeVPgaJXpo5WSlGtA2CPoI6GZ7WcU3APxoisGchs5vILwIIS12kk_NB2JxEtkpcYshHSyl9H0nSB9SgOc0KjS9DFkmxkxHqfNT9oSr59l3wwR9u3LmHGGOnIvJ2zuRZwalL9MUzmI/s320/scan0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138661541918946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Carla's 15th Birthday Cake (Flowers) April/2006</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5lft1jjkl959YD_vJC-HkVGLdflx4KLMvQz8vvS1v7FQN-TGFfaLzLgHQrovjKTmxvQS9cSEHlqS9Urwcy4DsHB0ikugdWIwRkXlVij-gMNVh1Yhwl_7z4WkOvOuooUDULrZC-Vzc_E/s1600/scan0028.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5lft1jjkl959YD_vJC-HkVGLdflx4KLMvQz8vvS1v7FQN-TGFfaLzLgHQrovjKTmxvQS9cSEHlqS9Urwcy4DsHB0ikugdWIwRkXlVij-gMNVh1Yhwl_7z4WkOvOuooUDULrZC-Vzc_E/s320/scan0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138658210311906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My brother, James Greg's 6th Birthday Cake. (Bear and Bunny) February/2006</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbU9M-gZFkrvPzfK3VD6JnAH6FtFom5sHPCAjJbCA2N9XYaKzJewo8WLGPNHMgiZaOExy1USwTxxJp4ut00f35TzeodbTcLh_HLqfX3y_h2aHcBoh7MxodahdT4IRbWBST7e7FItmPm4/s1600/scan0029.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbU9M-gZFkrvPzfK3VD6JnAH6FtFom5sHPCAjJbCA2N9XYaKzJewo8WLGPNHMgiZaOExy1USwTxxJp4ut00f35TzeodbTcLh_HLqfX3y_h2aHcBoh7MxodahdT4IRbWBST7e7FItmPm4/s320/scan0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138348452144514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My brother, Jared's 13th Birthday Cake. (Plane) February/2006</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGinGXoByK5SveksL7EvqgDZ2WFaD6rs_YkKSEcg-D7m9qFxmc3UqrOVpxI7BkIObd0zEr3bp1gG2bNmWsZ7p0avU_3AIF5AnSAUkskzbMeKBkLZqU3X2sabhf-jqYL2lQiZzWJt3JJg/s1600/scan0030.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGinGXoByK5SveksL7EvqgDZ2WFaD6rs_YkKSEcg-D7m9qFxmc3UqrOVpxI7BkIObd0zEr3bp1gG2bNmWsZ7p0avU_3AIF5AnSAUkskzbMeKBkLZqU3X2sabhf-jqYL2lQiZzWJt3JJg/s320/scan0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138350184572322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My brother, Jared's 3rd Birthday Cake. (Winnie the Pooh) February/1996</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBC4C54YfPFLTVFDzmQ5Us-Ned4NMdVPthDIPvZIQQvkMtraOETbGVW4FnRuAOTxPxj1zMrj7KdS7RvyvgCvvzn_uufgMrzQneUmwGppPqG5vwlzhoYi4VvFj8SoLJAyWxXWGlLpL0a6g/s1600/scan0031.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBC4C54YfPFLTVFDzmQ5Us-Ned4NMdVPthDIPvZIQQvkMtraOETbGVW4FnRuAOTxPxj1zMrj7KdS7RvyvgCvvzn_uufgMrzQneUmwGppPqG5vwlzhoYi4VvFj8SoLJAyWxXWGlLpL0a6g/s320/scan0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138343572718418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Carla's 8th Birthday Cake (Minnie Mouse) April/1999</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZKuFGRdPhMHGTGD2WK1gEKRrNW1lIc6krUVDTEsQ1so-0w592lZbxfJqLvTpu7LR512B0HjjlvAaSHR9h_sCXnFAMU7CActEad-_qhixwOrz23Tzsh_Jh8dmoHSFF_7esgKo5rLzGsM/s1600/scan0032.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZKuFGRdPhMHGTGD2WK1gEKRrNW1lIc6krUVDTEsQ1so-0w592lZbxfJqLvTpu7LR512B0HjjlvAaSHR9h_sCXnFAMU7CActEad-_qhixwOrz23Tzsh_Jh8dmoHSFF_7esgKo5rLzGsM/s320/scan0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138342237013090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Mandy's 5th Birthday Cake (Precious Moments) February/2000</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2TfPEyZdYFfRcFzHsvvjNc-A37fpK1pP-aQPi6guUAYqlS3Ya1PAohVmERQJZynrNPWYAD-f3uf6AI_tHB8M3CekXIxPfPXZQ1Hgoh-5_iOjiE-yl58hnyrcJJlJB5SpgskxPfK3hYc/s1600/scan0033.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2TfPEyZdYFfRcFzHsvvjNc-A37fpK1pP-aQPi6guUAYqlS3Ya1PAohVmERQJZynrNPWYAD-f3uf6AI_tHB8M3CekXIxPfPXZQ1Hgoh-5_iOjiE-yl58hnyrcJJlJB5SpgskxPfK3hYc/s320/scan0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138337211491858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Carla's 1st Birthday Cake (Holly Hobby) April/1992</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2AHrwwGdDZj0Mffe_LgIqI8WFAEHDuEzEudK_1bXYTGZKeOK65_xM9G0bEuGk2yQSDYFWOO1ZoKrPZaPmKhEt-IGth5QW96vH6c3ZgC3sJHawj5ZAVHNPOVtQeK0i8skGKs5m_vtnNc/s1600/scan0034.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2AHrwwGdDZj0Mffe_LgIqI8WFAEHDuEzEudK_1bXYTGZKeOK65_xM9G0bEuGk2yQSDYFWOO1ZoKrPZaPmKhEt-IGth5QW96vH6c3ZgC3sJHawj5ZAVHNPOVtQeK0i8skGKs5m_vtnNc/s320/scan0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138035188079010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My brother, Jared's 11th Birthday Cake. (Arrowhead) February/2004</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPGFfxpKGvOkhBS9g5pXzN9W6rRzkZ13FBnxvsQzCMoG-C7pXggAw_50eZbrTadZfE2C2t1G3YD7aIaiFaJZ8-srlXl5L7xVkhTYgoFHxKPqQUz2UjvQZndW819aJXYK7rSN44MSqFMU/s1600/scan0035.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPGFfxpKGvOkhBS9g5pXzN9W6rRzkZ13FBnxvsQzCMoG-C7pXggAw_50eZbrTadZfE2C2t1G3YD7aIaiFaJZ8-srlXl5L7xVkhTYgoFHxKPqQUz2UjvQZndW819aJXYK7rSN44MSqFMU/s320/scan0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138027102311282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Mandy's 11th Birthday Cake (Cat and Dog from American Girl Dolls) February/2006</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrfny4SkgqV6dlYN6G01azwEDjCSIAg2YgSoxpdrOwX_Oa9oyEK9PsE_ShD0OZ7JUKHqpOiZT1ZLMad5dLGRmMxTdptJBuJI4Epzm9n_XcJWszBccWQX2wus903s8hGBjV217eDmQtpQ/s1600/scan0036.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghrfny4SkgqV6dlYN6G01azwEDjCSIAg2YgSoxpdrOwX_Oa9oyEK9PsE_ShD0OZ7JUKHqpOiZT1ZLMad5dLGRmMxTdptJBuJI4Epzm9n_XcJWszBccWQX2wus903s8hGBjV217eDmQtpQ/s320/scan0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138019640695970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">My sister, Carla's 3rd Birthday Cake (Barney) April/1994</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2f1Vpl71w2SAOb6v0FSo39IQKoeK23npYuS6tIAWUUvML7a4OvpNkOxcNCeoJhBo2_lGBV2Pdzix_iki6HqOF8sI15iAptgKCfAmP3yFjpnuhhkrfAwulqDgCj1Ss6fjEUgd33av-v8/s1600/scan0037.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2f1Vpl71w2SAOb6v0FSo39IQKoeK23npYuS6tIAWUUvML7a4OvpNkOxcNCeoJhBo2_lGBV2Pdzix_iki6HqOF8sI15iAptgKCfAmP3yFjpnuhhkrfAwulqDgCj1Ss6fjEUgd33av-v8/s320/scan0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138007960773010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thanksgiving cake </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwtMB2xbtZQDE8_Ww2hr-4N9hK8aYNhjxz22GUrC-YiTlZXayrUxYgu4r_S9XCCkHyx0DzzlK2UzVeRlUfxUny3PBmmM3-vfKz9WloR1e0qGzdGyJIkWo84ltmG3QuKUx74MsjsQNCb1k/s1600/scan0038.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwtMB2xbtZQDE8_Ww2hr-4N9hK8aYNhjxz22GUrC-YiTlZXayrUxYgu4r_S9XCCkHyx0DzzlK2UzVeRlUfxUny3PBmmM3-vfKz9WloR1e0qGzdGyJIkWo84ltmG3QuKUx74MsjsQNCb1k/s320/scan0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516138003381550386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-13105759962519720542010-09-11T17:40:00.000-07:002010-09-11T18:11:50.301-07:00Memory of Mama #5<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hello! I didn't get around to posting anything yesterday. I am laid up on the couch most of the day because my right leg, the one that took the worst burn hurts/burns when I walk. But I can't stay down all day so when I do get up I try to come post on my blog or do something else I can't do on the couch. I tried yesterday posting on my blog through my iPod, but it wouldn't let me do that. We now have wireless Internet in the house so I can check my stuff online on my iPod, but I can't post anything on here.<br /> <br />Today I wanted to talk about how great of a seamstress my mama was. She taught herself to sew, just like almost everything else she did. She taught herself which is amazing. She told me that she would get hard patterns and make herself sew them to learn how to do them. She made a lot of our clothes including our Easter outfits every year. She, my sisters and I would have matching dressings and my dad and brothers would have matching shirts. Every year she would spend two or three weeks making all our Easter outfits.<br /> <br />Now I can't truthfully say when I was teenager I liked wearing matching clothes, but I did it cause Mama wanted us to. We really had no choice in the matter lol. But it was always a big ordeal about going to pick out the pattern for the dresses and then picking out what material we wanted. The dresses were different each year and the boys shirts were usually a western design but different material.<br /> <br />Easter outfits were not the only clothes she made for us, but they were very memorable. I remember Mama making our Bible character outfits for Bible character night at church, she made flower girl dresses, ring bearer suit, and so many other "regular" articles of clothes for her children.<br /> <br />Here are some pictures of the clothes she made.</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is the whole family except James Greg (this was taken before he was born) Easter of 1998</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqvpZ1eKvPlx5V4-Af_eidKJnnqkMt7Q66da-QS83NSrngI4BQnbHX1Z7qOZtHqqAnr9JOKGvY59t7G8iaPbDMhg7lCO8Ro_9l58z-ku3tgvgkEbWWKfxvD_-uEDmBbylCjO_oOWWLak/s1600/6528_147494405916_778385916_3444127_5045518_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqvpZ1eKvPlx5V4-Af_eidKJnnqkMt7Q66da-QS83NSrngI4BQnbHX1Z7qOZtHqqAnr9JOKGvY59t7G8iaPbDMhg7lCO8Ro_9l58z-ku3tgvgkEbWWKfxvD_-uEDmBbylCjO_oOWWLak/s320/6528_147494405916_778385916_3444127_5045518_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515825537021680690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is everyone except my dad because he was the one taking the picture. Easter of 2000</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDqU283JmskKvUDxablsR9D31m4eSVG5L4CELGrJA1BESjRD3BUc3vLcAvItZheFhjNmo6MG4z5_zLvba5tkl1BE8ABh1G4bah9Bsy33YjEfeAzWWHCfXGT3e8alB5ge90PgFGZwrpWw/s1600/6528_147494410916_778385916_3444128_3522907_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDqU283JmskKvUDxablsR9D31m4eSVG5L4CELGrJA1BESjRD3BUc3vLcAvItZheFhjNmo6MG4z5_zLvba5tkl1BE8ABh1G4bah9Bsy33YjEfeAzWWHCfXGT3e8alB5ge90PgFGZwrpWw/s320/6528_147494410916_778385916_3444128_3522907_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515825526536828082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My siblings and me. Easter of 2001 or 2002. Can't remember exactly when.</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9sgj5WKMvFEai0cv_DpBkey2LPwXDdCf-uoqNVkf4uVzmbwGC7waMy01qPySm_6L1ZGKQlW-x0vyqYnLrhcpuJ1asjX-0sStLkdVNorjy5W7BrVOV53ZDegUVD4gvjlkKOxcFO5r79k/s1600/6528_147487085916_778385916_3443966_3129075_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9sgj5WKMvFEai0cv_DpBkey2LPwXDdCf-uoqNVkf4uVzmbwGC7waMy01qPySm_6L1ZGKQlW-x0vyqYnLrhcpuJ1asjX-0sStLkdVNorjy5W7BrVOV53ZDegUVD4gvjlkKOxcFO5r79k/s320/6528_147487085916_778385916_3443966_3129075_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515825518158615394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This is everyone except my dad and Maria Rose and James Greg (because they were not born). Easter of 1995 or 1996.</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc74GraU7rNpGWLzetVOoyKG1YclRCEm9GtYF5cphGqYHIZiRKN-lwOEu-714ryo0_S9gtXr9ZVWKdxu_pnrNdUjV7rOSOhiSnD9zoSizyGFO_yhB2qUQWnRozlLHtSUfLMQmM-Qb4uFs/s1600/6528_147491780916_778385916_3444058_6541417_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc74GraU7rNpGWLzetVOoyKG1YclRCEm9GtYF5cphGqYHIZiRKN-lwOEu-714ryo0_S9gtXr9ZVWKdxu_pnrNdUjV7rOSOhiSnD9zoSizyGFO_yhB2qUQWnRozlLHtSUfLMQmM-Qb4uFs/s320/6528_147491780916_778385916_3444058_6541417_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515824749995536770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Carla, Jared, Mandy, and me. Easter of 1995 or 1996.</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RxaE3EnJ8qKZVdx_ee_hgZywSlJnokjngJlwr-D2JX_EsPYizwx4vksldVdcv5QWoJYNDtr6Ut75LWrgBhL7hEvg_WbyXlLy6EmY8EE5VSXCLhzmf6qxPCzW04LC7g7vFC74BRPrP_I/s1600/6528_147487075916_778385916_3443964_5196466_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RxaE3EnJ8qKZVdx_ee_hgZywSlJnokjngJlwr-D2JX_EsPYizwx4vksldVdcv5QWoJYNDtr6Ut75LWrgBhL7hEvg_WbyXlLy6EmY8EE5VSXCLhzmf6qxPCzW04LC7g7vFC74BRPrP_I/s320/6528_147487075916_778385916_3443964_5196466_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515824739108155346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Carla, Jared and me. Easter of 1995 or 1996.</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjt7oL9lcGLeAchR0983UIT-HUIweo6s_-Ag2S1K8pXTz2BAPc331wcaMqWePRD4ubRmwvIKyzHkAHo4inkdJRB9Jm0nFWQsqF01uFTzoiW1vUoGdDxfUajhyJzJ9sTkhiQnQaa3ZLoIU/s1600/6528_146596540916_778385916_3429716_4731881_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjt7oL9lcGLeAchR0983UIT-HUIweo6s_-Ag2S1K8pXTz2BAPc331wcaMqWePRD4ubRmwvIKyzHkAHo4inkdJRB9Jm0nFWQsqF01uFTzoiW1vUoGdDxfUajhyJzJ9sTkhiQnQaa3ZLoIU/s320/6528_146596540916_778385916_3429716_4731881_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515824736549239778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jared, Mandy, Carla and me. Easter of 1997 I think.</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqyGhVwbZGu-7m4QvWMhChMYI8Ox14r9wvn_EHazTq6YBb4MJr7RugeT5W27IIes3gMZSQWjGyOotnR0TCHFrUwmEhAVEnYn6Rb8tdO427pON-e7Bcpg44aMgJwezRUvkK6Q-VAlgMBk/s1600/6528_147487080916_778385916_3443965_1445920_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqyGhVwbZGu-7m4QvWMhChMYI8Ox14r9wvn_EHazTq6YBb4MJr7RugeT5W27IIes3gMZSQWjGyOotnR0TCHFrUwmEhAVEnYn6Rb8tdO427pON-e7Bcpg44aMgJwezRUvkK6Q-VAlgMBk/s320/6528_147487080916_778385916_3443965_1445920_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515824721964274066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Carla and me. Easter of 1993 I think.</span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RJN4C384F3tuiB-CL6OGNAVEWvYaaCMPtQuiCfK8adoSsZgRguftpeTa_UZsdgSzDIrBa7Awpk30-1uEDoZU5-lIagFDFXjAYgQsIEALelvv-Br1jiSO4U8hHN9-WI4kbLz-1vkfxTU/s1600/6528_146596545916_778385916_3429717_1109787_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RJN4C384F3tuiB-CL6OGNAVEWvYaaCMPtQuiCfK8adoSsZgRguftpeTa_UZsdgSzDIrBa7Awpk30-1uEDoZU5-lIagFDFXjAYgQsIEALelvv-Br1jiSO4U8hHN9-WI4kbLz-1vkfxTU/s320/6528_146596545916_778385916_3429717_1109787_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515824716016828786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I apologize I can't remember some the years exactly, but they kinda get confusing lol. But it's pretty accurate.<br /><br />Okay, I'm going to close now. I need to go lay back down cause my leg is really burning right now since I'm sitting upright. I will try and scan the pictures of Mama's home made cakes later on and post them since I promised I would do that at some point. Hope you all have a great night!<br /><br />Paige<br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-66462783766386226882010-09-08T13:49:00.000-07:002010-09-08T14:14:57.782-07:00Memory of Mama #4<span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hello! While I am up at the computer I wanted to post another memory of my mom. This particular memory pretty much includes my whole family, but I want to share it with you anyway.<br /> <br />It was the summer of 2003 or 2004, I can't really remember the exact date that we went to St. Marys, Georgia. Two of my dad's sisters live in St. Marys, and one of my dad's brothers lives on Amelia Island, FL which is not far from St. Marys. My dad being a carpenter by trade came to help my uncle Mark with a construction job. They were replacing an old shingle roof on a house with a brand new metal roof. With Florida weather being unpredictable, it rained a lot while we were there. Therefore, hindering my dad and Uncle from working. So the job took a lot longer than we thought, and we were in St. Marys for a month.<br /> <br />We stayed at my Aunt Rita's old house she used to have in St. Marys before she bought the one she lives in now. The house had an apartment in the garage, and that's where we stayed. My mom, dad, Mandy, Maria Rose, and James Greg stayed in the apartment while Carla, Jared and I stayed in the pop-up camper we brought along with us.<br /> <br />With us being home schooled we were able to do these type of things and still be in school. In the mornings my mom would help us with our school and after we were done she would find things for us to do. She always wanted us to be doing something, she didn't like idle hands. That month while we were there she was always looking for new adventures for her children.<br /> <br />Almost everyday while we were there we would go to Goodwill. I remember my mom saying it was the best one she had ever been to, and she loved finding great deals. Sometimes we wouldn't buy anything, and sometimes God would lead us to something we needed. She also took us to the library so we could check out some books. She always encouraged us to read, and since we didn't do a lot of things "normal" kids did, my sisters and I LOVED to read. We all still do to this day! Back then I was into mystery books, especially the "Hardy Boys" books. Oh, how I loved them! Every night in the camper before we turned the light off I would read my Hardy Boys books to Carla and Jared.<br /> <br />Since my aunt and uncle were gone a lot of the time we were there (they traveled for their business), the flower gardens were overgrown with weeds. My mom loved flowers and one day said that all of us were going to get the weeds out of those flower gardens. Boy, that was a job! It was hot, it wasn't really fun, but what I took away from that was the lesson that we should do kind things for people even if we don't have to. When my aunt came back she loved that we did that, and that made us feel really good inside that we were able to help.<br /> <br />When my aunt was there she took my mom and us kids to the local water park, and that was a lot of fun as well. We also went to the beach as a family several times while we were there, and we had a blast! Every day we would ride bicycles through the neighborhood on paved roads. That was so new to us since we lived in the country on dirt roads. :)<br /> <br />Overall, it was a very enjoyable time spent with my family, and I will never forget it. It may be such simple things, but those are the things we never forget.<br /><br />This is a picture of me and my mom sitting on a bench at the St. Marys playground. We were watching all my siblings play on the playground after we rode our bikes there. This is a special picture to me because it's just me and my mom in it. It also reminds me of that trip and how special it was.<br /></span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7kxAGOH8wIeSk_oQ8ZIwrriHllv_7blNZHnPGVqZ9BROe0solRJvG-2sDh2XBKptRvzSKWanAcPDmIkIJ2ahIiG9WDLWrK9dgF4LaiAOidJ6wRdDw6hzcMEIRRNHSguANIYkxr3ja-t8/s1600/pics+of+the+fam+016_edited.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7kxAGOH8wIeSk_oQ8ZIwrriHllv_7blNZHnPGVqZ9BROe0solRJvG-2sDh2XBKptRvzSKWanAcPDmIkIJ2ahIiG9WDLWrK9dgF4LaiAOidJ6wRdDw6hzcMEIRRNHSguANIYkxr3ja-t8/s320/pics+of+the+fam+016_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514652899623134386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />I will never forget how special Mama was and will always tell my children about her so that she will live on in my heart and theirs. I love you, Mama. Thank you for taking the time to teach us important lessons in life and always trying to make life enjoyable and fun.<br /><br />Paige<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-70992299047616035972010-09-07T18:03:00.001-07:002010-09-07T18:03:39.359-07:00Memory of Mama #3<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello to all my friends! I am going to keep this post short because it's uncomfortable to sit in an upright position right now because oh my burns. I had a cooking accident yesterday where I got 2cd degree burns on my thighs and stomach. But I felt bad for missing yesterday so I need to post this now.<br /><br />Since I am hurt I want to share a specific memory of my Mama that I have. I have never forgotten it, and will always cherish it. When I was a teenager I was blessed with good health besides some very nasty colds. One of these times when I had a cold, Mama took me to the doctor to get looked at so I could get some medicine. It was just me and my mom who went, and I wasn't feeling good at all. Mama stopped at CVS pharmacy in Columbus where we were after we left the doctor. She went in and I stayed in the van because I was sick. When she came out she had a surprise for me. It was a kitty notepad that came with a matching kitty pen. I have always loved cats (my mom, too), and she knew I would love it. That little thing has always meant so much to me, and I never forgot it. No matter how small things can be to us, we never know how big they are to others.<br /><br />I just thank my Mama for always taking such good care of me and my siblings when we were sick. She always put us before herself, and I am so thankful she was so caring and kind. I still remember her hand on my forehead checking my temperature, cleaning me up when I was sick, sitting beside and praying for me, and so much more.<br /><br />I need to go lay back down now. I just wanted to share this with you. I love you so much Mama and I thank you for everything you did for me!<br /><br />Paige</span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-49719633853805755522010-09-04T12:25:00.000-07:002010-09-04T12:41:00.970-07:00Memory of Mama #2<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hello! I didn't post anything yesterday because I was gone all day, and by the time I got home I was so tired. But I'm posting one now, and if I get to it this evening I will post another one to make up for yesterday. :)<br /><br />Today I want to share a quality my mom and I shared. It's something I really miss with her being gone. My mom and I were alike in so many ways, and we understood each other. We were both shy, quiet, creative souls. So many people want me to change my personality, but my mom understood. We LOVED to talk, sometimes we would just sit and talk, and other times we talked about everything while we were doing something. I miss those talks so much!!! She truly understood me when no one could.<br /><br />I also remember the love for babies/children my mom and I shared. My mom had 5 miscarriages, and we missed those babies so much. Long after the miscarriages had happened everyone would forget, but Mama and I would still talk about them and cry because we missed them. It's strange how you can miss someone you never met, but it's real. A LOT of people couldn't stand that Mama wanted more children, but she loved her children so much! I know that because she said so A LOT! She devoted her life to her family, and if that's not love, I don't know what is. I know she is spending every day in Heaven with my brothers and sisters that went before us. I am so happy that she can finally be with them and know them and love them. I just can't wait until we can ALL be in Heaven together.<br /><br />I love you Mama and I love you my wonderful brothers and sisters who I have never met. I miss you all so much and I always will!<br /><br />Paige<br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-28852608697661774812010-09-02T16:04:00.000-07:002010-09-02T16:42:37.780-07:00My memories of my Mama!<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hello! Wow, I can't believe it's already September! Where did 2010 go?? Pretty soon it will be Christmas (my favorite holiday! :D), and then we will be starting 2011.<br /><br />September is a bittersweet month for me. Coming up this Tuesday (September 7th) is my wedding anniversary to my husband, Jeremiah. We will be married 3 years! I'm so thankful God has let us come this far, and has helped us through all the good and bad times.<br /><br />But other than that very sweet time, September also is a sad time for me. My wonderful and precious Mama died on September 13, 2006. I can't believe this month it will have been 4 years since she has been gone. I never would have thought I could live without her, only God has helped me make it. I was/am a Mama's girl, you couldn't pull me away from her. I miss her so much, and just wish I could talk to her again. I miss hearing her voice, I miss seeing her, I miss having "our talks", and a whole multitude of other things I miss about her. But one thing I do have are memories. No one can take that away from me, and what keeps me going until I reach Heaven one day where she is waiting for me.<br /><br />My Grandma came up with the idea of me sharing a memory I have of my mom on each day in September. That way it kinda helps with the fact of what month it is, and also you can know more about her through me. So I will try my best to each day this month post a memory of my Mom. I love you so much Mama, and I can't wait to see you!!!<br /><br />To start these collections of memories I have of Mama, I have to start with what she was probably known best for (by people around town and surrounding area)- her cooking/baking!!! She was a wonderful cook/baker, if not the best I have seen in my lifetime. She could do it all! She made everything from scratch, we never had "boxed" foods. Everything she made was rich in flavor and so good. Needless to say everyone we knew loved coming over to eat! :D And I was her right hand girl in the kitchen. My other siblings were too small to be of any interest and my sister, Carla didn't really care at the time. She always had me doing small jobs in the kitchen, and always teaching me something.<br />People also loved to order cakes from her. She could make chocolate, caramel, coconut, hummingbird, carrot, red velvet, and more. They were delicious!!! And she would also make birthday cakes. There's so telling how many cakes she made over the years. For our birthdays she would decorate a cake in whatever we asked for. It was amazing how good she was at decorating cakes! She didn't even have any formal training, all she took were some Wilton cake decorating classes when I was a baby. I wish I could show you some pictures of some cakes she made with this post, but I'm going to have to do it on a separate post since I have some errands to run today and things to do. But I will show you next time.<br />I was her little shadow in the kitchen, always asking about things and wanting to learn more. She taught me all I know! I would watch her all the time while I saw her make foods/cakes. I remember one time I decided to make her Divinity Pecan Pie all by myself without her help. Everything went fine until I had to make those egg whites stiff LOL! She rescued the pie, but it taught me that no matter how many times you watch someone do something, you can't learn how to do it until you do it yourself.<br />I want to thank my Mama for taking the time to teach me all I know in the kitchen, and I wish she were still here to teach me how to decorate cakes. She was the best, and I believe no one can live up to what she was in the kitchen. I only hope to be half as a good as what she was.<br /><br />I LOVE YOU, MAMA!!!<br /><br />Paige<br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311861930325942783.post-57257886665763853352010-08-31T16:48:00.000-07:002010-08-31T16:57:30.363-07:00A song I wrote<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hello! :) I hope all my friends are having a wonderful day! I wanted to share something with you that I had almost forgotten about. It was a song I wrote when I was eight years old. It was my very first song that I wrote, and I still remember it to this day. Just thought it would be neat to let you see into my eight year old brain. :)<br /><br />I have always loved music! Always, always, always!!! I can listen to music for hours either for fun or worshiping God. Nothing moves me more than music can. Growing up I wrote several songs (all Christian), and I will try to post each one as I find them. But this one has always been stuck in my brain. I guess that's because my parents made me and my siblings sing it a billion times lol! Anyway here it is. :)<br /><br />FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD<br /><br />For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, to die for me and take my sin away. I love Him more and more. I should have died on that tree, but Jesus did it for me. He's so sweet to me. I love Him so, so much.<br /><br />So yeah, that's it. Kinda short, but then again I was eight years old. :) Until next time, God bless!<br />Paige<br /></span></span></span></span>paigebethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084405101678257611noreply@blogger.com1