tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57763275408319663542024-03-12T23:02:13.074-04:00Outside Looking InJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.comBlogger399125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-31251415369240525872012-02-09T02:58:00.000-05:002012-02-09T02:58:58.997-05:00I'm not broken anymore.I was asked recently why I don't blog anymore. Hmm, why don't I blog anymore? I only had to think about it for a second.<br />
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Because I'm not that person anymore.<br />
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I started this blog when I was in a very different place in my life. A terrifying place. I was pregnant. And single. And broke. And holy crap how am I supposed to raise a child?!?! I was broken.<br />
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I'm at such a fantastic place in my life right now. My life is so great that I'm too busy out there enjoying it instead of sitting in here on a computer. I moved here to start over. And start over I did. I got involved in church when I got here and I finally feel like I found a church I belong to. Things have really started changing for me since I got back into church and really studying my Bible. Thank you Jesus!<br /><br />I've finally gotten to a place where I'm good with me. I spent a lot of years not liking myself. When you don't even like yourself how can you expect anyone else to? I'm in a good place spiritually, I'm losing weight (18lbs- holla!), I've got a fantastic boyfriend (who is in Afghanistan-boo), Avery is THREE (holycraphowdidthathappen), and I live in paradise. <br />
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Life? It is good my friends. <br />
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I don't know how often I will update or if I will update at all anymore. This blog is my past. I don't want to go back there. Maybe someday I will start a new, fun, life rocks blog. You will be the first to know it. Until then I'm still around on Facebook and most recently, Instagram. And hello?!?! Pinterest! <br /><br />Thank you for following me on this journey. It truly means the world to me.<br />
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I spent a large majority of the day sewing. And sewing. And sewing. I haven't even touched a sewing machine in YEARS so I first had to brush up on oh..... Say.....threading the darn thing. Thanks to my mom I got it figured out through phone calls, texts, and pictures. <br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-89520513393410975102011-11-08T00:23:00.001-05:002011-11-08T00:24:30.887-05:00Because sometimes there are no wordsYes, that's the bathroom. Yes, that's the family. The whole family. <br />
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My new iPhone 4S can do more things than I need it too. But, it doesn't cut the grass which is lame. It's not a very good spooner either. <br />
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What y'all doing?<br /><br />Sorry, I just can't help myself sometimes. <br /><br />Day 2 of Nablopomo and here's my post. Are ya ready?! It's a good one.<br /><br />God is good.<br /><br />Boom.<br />
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-47928637153186817402011-11-01T15:27:00.000-04:002011-11-01T15:27:31.689-04:00NablopomoToday is the first day of NaBloPoMo. What is NaBloPoMo? Do I have to do <a href="http://www.blogher.com/blogher-topics/blogging-social-media/nablopomo">everything</a> for you?!<br />
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Admittedly, I haven't written much lately in the blogosphere. But, I have been writing. On paper. With a pen.<br />
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The recent happenings:<br />
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The toddler has been in school almost a month. Holy.crap.<br />
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I've made some rockin dishes in the crockpot. Thank you, Pintrest.<br />
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The aforementioned toddler is quickly approaching the 3rd anniversary of her birth. (hold me)<br />
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I've been taking classes at work to climb the clinical ladder. I'm almost at Super Nurse of the Universe status, they're personalizing my cape. <br />
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I think I might take photography classes AND grad school in 2012. Yes, I really am that dumb. <br />
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-87462507941921167912011-10-03T19:13:00.001-04:002011-10-03T19:13:36.624-04:00And then this happened<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Um....preschooler? Whiskey.Tango.Foxtrot??<br />
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(No, that isn't our potted plant fence....thanks neighbors. Also? Ewa Beach could use some rain.)<br /><br />HOW did this happen? And <strike>of course I totally went</strike> I didn't go check on her before we left the shopping plaza she has school at after <strike>3 hours</strike> 30 minutes. <br />
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-58014483605022974102011-10-03T17:44:00.000-04:002011-10-03T17:44:25.391-04:00Sometimes God rocks my face off.The people renting my house are moving out today. It's been a huge issue and the result was breaking the lease early. This left me in a position to have to pay Octobers mortgage. October is also the month I enrolled Avery in preschool. Private preschool.<br />
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Crap.<br />
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Instead of stressing I just prayed. "God, this ones on you, I can't worry about this." And left it at that.<br />
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Today the people in my house were SUPPOSED to be moving out. I got an email this morning. "Can we stay until the end of the month?"<br />
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A-freaking-men.<br /><br />And just like that? BOOM. Prayer answered.<br />
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-11781890443393050942011-09-17T19:17:00.004-04:002011-09-17T19:17:24.712-04:00New blogger layout deleted all my spaces. HOLY LONG PARAGRAPH BATMAN! Sorry!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-22748647106800762552011-09-17T19:15:00.001-04:002011-09-17T19:15:20.006-04:00::gigglesnort::I've been bad and I'm not sorry.
Yeah, I said it.
We've been getting involved at church, yo. And it's fun. Lots and lots of fun.
Bible study every Tuesday night (except I work the next two Tuesdays...hmpf). Church on Sundays. We usually stay and talk for awhile after. Then family dinner every Sunday. And the first Friday every month?! DATE NIGHT! But, I don't have a date. Meh, I 9th wheeled it to Dave and Busters this month. But, I've also been studying the Bible on my own. I'm working on everyday. And we have HOMEWORK from Bible Study!
And I've been posting lots and lots of things on Pintrest. Except today I DID one of the projects. Yay me! I'll post pics when it's done. The paint is drying out on the porch right now.
And I've decided I'm going to start building a photography portfolio. So, I have lots and lots of ideas mulling around in my head. I really need to get them down on paper. (Mental note) ::forgets mental note:: Tons of locations and ideas for shoots. And the scenery here?!?! Yeah, I'll be spending a couple days just driving around the island with my camera.
No word yet on grad school admission. Fingers crossed for whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing with the next year of my life!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-13516048726082611532011-08-29T23:16:00.002-04:002011-08-29T23:19:45.830-04:00I'm gonna do it......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsjZiBbhyObSjJ7O7jGA23gPsktvW4XfcdoeIhpf9cs-2AbeTtVMy-Pwt8VebBlIk-BPDdBASevtSyewf7LkpvAsEIkbHFEgVfNNxDh-OljJf_byyvA1v2BUXdGFjqC9wm_V0lv64PwLf/s1600/Grad+School.htm"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsjZiBbhyObSjJ7O7jGA23gPsktvW4XfcdoeIhpf9cs-2AbeTtVMy-Pwt8VebBlIk-BPDdBASevtSyewf7LkpvAsEIkbHFEgVfNNxDh-OljJf_byyvA1v2BUXdGFjqC9wm_V0lv64PwLf/s320/Grad+School.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646482916651863282" /></a>
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<br />Fingers and toes crossed for an acceptance letter for Spring of '12!
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<br />And while we're on the topic, could someone convince the government they should pay for it? Mkaythanksbye.
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<br />::crosses 'photograph a sunset' off bucket list::Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03465757812759312606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5776327540831966354.post-62171624187564383572011-08-15T05:00:00.002-04:002011-08-15T05:00:07.010-04:00When is enough, enough?My life has been stuck in a cyclic pattern for over 3 years.
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<br />Being happy with life and not having any doubts.
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<br />I'm breaking the cycle. I'm done. Saturday I changed me phone number and email address.
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<br />That unbelievable guilt is back that I feel every time the calls start again. But I'll deal with it again and know that I am making the right decision for my daughter. And I'll also know there won't be a next time. Because now I just live on an island in the Pacific. There is no number to call to make me upset. There is no email address to flood with messages.
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<br />If you need my contact information, please email me through the blog and I'll get back to you. (In the process of switching everything I lost all my phone contacts. If I had your number before, could you please message it to me again? Thanks.)
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