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Be Rejected

To Reject: (OUCH)

1. to refuse to accept, consider, submit to, take for some purpose, or use

2. to refuse to hear, receive, or admit

Ok boys, here is some motherly advice.  I know in the 21st Century we have all sorts of quick and easy ways to communicate.  Awesome!

But if you are going to reject someone make an effort to do it the old fashioned way:

  • Write a letter and deliver it by hand.  Then run away really fast! (I know my shy guy could even attempt this one.)
  • Pick up the phone and talk to the person, no leaving a message sorry.
  • Better yet, pick up the phone and arrange to meet the person face-to-face.

Never send an email to reject someone, as you will see emails/text/twitter is always read with a more negative slant.  This mode of communication will harm relationships, especially those emails that are “reply all” rejection emails.  OUCH!

How you handle rejection and how you reject others (yes, it is okay to say no) will tell you alot about who you are and who other people are in your life.

Let me sit you down here in our virtual living room boys and tell you a little story.:

I dated a guy in high school.  (Yes, I know shocking! ) We dated and broke up.  (Yup, he isn’t your father.)  Nine years later… yup almost a decade.  I was teaching in a school in the boonies one hour from any type of major town.  I met a woman that was this guy in high school’s aunt.  (Yup, the world in small!)  We had broken up by communicating and we both handled the “rejection” well.  Thus, nine years later this guy’s aunt says: “I hear you are the sweetest girl!”   Yes, rejection hurts, but it is really how you handle it that counts.

Reject away with love, kindness and clear communication.

http://www.wikihow.com/Handle-Rejection 

Be Wearing High Heels in Heaven

I love high heels! Love. Love. Love. 

They make women look so elegant, almost like they are floating down the street. 

The legs of high heeled women look a mile long.

Women’s feet in high heels look dainty and small no matter the size of the feet.

I hate how high heels feel.  THEY HURT! 

Recently, I went shoe shopping to replace the two shoes on the left:

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I tried on a few pairs of high heels, and I think I am going to have to save my high heel wearing days for heaven.  

This six foot tall girl can’t squeeze her size nine feet into high heels without pain in her feet, legs and I am sure one day, my neck.  Plus, how do you walk in them and look elegant instead of a giraffe waiting to topple over?  

So, I will stick with my two new pairs of shoes on the right, my “sensible” shoes I will call them.   

Be A Snail Lover

YUCK!

I am coming to conclusion that being a mother to boys is going to stretch me in more ways than them trying to use me as a wrestling mat.

My boys have always loved insects.  I can be outside in the garden and suddenly I will hear, “Butterfly”, “Bee”, “Look”, or I will see them hunched over something on the sidewalk.

I love being a stay-at-home mom because I can always stop and take a look at what they are inspecting.  I can keep little insects alive and I get to slow down and just be.

Our latest insect loving from the weekend: Snails.

No snails were hurt during this photo shoot.

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JC watching over the snails. 

Here are a sequence of photos I took while watching one of the snails.  He ended up touching the lens of the camera.  Awesome!

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These photos are not edited.  I was laughing my head off as I took them so that’s why they are a little blurry.

Snails have personality!  Sorry mom that they like to eat your plants.

Be A Cushion Creator

Normally our couches look like this:

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These are the cushions in “holiday mode”.  

If the boys use our cushions to create chaos (hitting, pushing, yelling etc.), the cushions  go on “holiday”.

Most days our cushions are used to make rocket ships, pirate ships, boats, airplanes, forts and caves.

This morning our kindergartener was home sick from school. Our boys had an incredible two hour cushion-fest.  It was incredible to see all the creations that they made, including this cave the boys wanted to eat their snack in.

Here is JC’s coming out of the cave!

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Our house is made for play.  We don’t have a playroom, we have a playhouse.

Our bedroom is the wrestling area, our kitchen table is  the crafts/playdough/lego spot, our kitchen is the science experiment/baking place and window sills are meant for climbing.

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Be A Fleecer

After my oldest son’s birth, I went back to part time teaching.  It became very clear, very quickly that I couldn’t do this “mother thing” and “teacher thing” at the same time while not having my heart crack into two pieces.  

Sexy Neck and I decided that we needed to come up with a creative financial solution so that I could stay at home from work.  This involved selling our first “forever” home and finding a house with income.  This process took over a year and involved using our “fleece” to help us figure out where we should move to.  

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Fleece: The things we wanted in a house, our rankings plus all the houses we looked at.

What is a fleece? 

First, Sexy Neck and I believe that God has a plan for our lives… how can so many things be coincidences?

Second, there is a story in the Old Testament (before Jesus lived) about Gideon.  I am not a preacher so I will leave it up to God’s word.

Here is what it says:

Gideon said to God, “If you will save Israel by my hand as you have promised – look I will place a wool fleece on the threshing floor.  If there is dew only on the fleece and all the ground is dry, then I will know that you will save Israel by my hand, as you said.” (Judges 6:36-37)

My faith sometimes falters, my mind wanders, I get confused, but I know from experience that I can trust God completely.  

Today our house has been sold – signed on the dotted line. 

We have also created our “fleece” for our new home, praying that God will guide us the entire way.  

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Sexy Neck and I will now go look at some houses, rank them and see what unfolds.  We have 11 weeks to find a new place for our family of five to live.  Go God!