tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246971423872846992024-03-13T12:04:31.235-05:00the GardenerThe life of a Southern woman. A Wife, Mother, Grandmother who finds comfort and answers in her garden and through music.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-63221293473690600702014-09-16T00:02:00.000-05:002014-09-16T00:02:49.959-05:00when you realize you don't fitThere is no place for me.<br />
I don't belong here.<br />
I need somewhere to rest and get my mind at peace.<br />
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I need someone who can help me.<br />
Yes, I trust God.<br />
I know he performs miracles everyday.<br />
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I don't feel worth a miracle.<br />
Give it to a child with cancer.<br />
Not someone like me.<br />
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I'm tired. I've given up finally.<br />
it's just over.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-70453533818217826672014-09-07T21:00:00.000-05:002014-09-09T22:56:43.709-05:00What do you feel?I feel lost<br />
I feel like everything I see is part of us.<br />
I feel like I wish we could express to each other how we both feel.<br />
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I know in my heart it is over, I don't want to accept it.<br />
I want to find a way to make it all work out.<br />
I think too much been said and done.<br />
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I miss you. I'd do anything.<br />
I still remember more good times than bad.<br />
I miss being held in your arms to fall asleep.<br />
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I'm too far away to do anything.<br />
I remember telling me you hated me.<br />
Why do I still want to fix it all.<br />
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I need to let it go.<br />
Instead, I want to pray to God for a miracle.<br />
My vows are all I remember and our giggles together.<br />
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But, I wonder, How do you feel?Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-54185758210547122012014-09-05T03:51:00.003-05:002014-09-22T00:01:16.997-05:00I Miss Him.I'm lonely.<br />
I'm scared.<br />
I'm exhausted.<br />
I miss my husband.<br />
I want a magic wand and all the hate and hurt feelings to go away.<br />
I will work hard for the life I had or better back.<br />
I will give all I have and more if that is what it takes.<br />
I always have, no matter what I've been accused of.<br />
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I'm sad.<br />
I miss his smell.<br />
I miss his arms.<br />
I miss his smile.<br />
I miss his hugs.<br />
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I feel like a failure.<br />
Nothing fits anymore.<br />
Flowers aren't pretty.<br />
Food doesn't taste good.<br />
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I miss his sounds when he drives.<br />
I miss talking to him on the phone for hours.<br />
I miss feeling important.<br />
I miss being his friend.<br />
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I wonder if he misses me at all.<br />
I remember the look on his face.<br />
I remember the lack of love.<br />
My partner for life.<br />
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There is no place for me to escape it.<br />
No place to feel happy, at peace.<br />
Thoughts pop in my head and I try to force them away.<br />
They tear me down.<br />
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I want to say, I love you and I would die for you, but I'm already dead.<br />
I've lost me, I've lost him. We've lost each other.<br />
He wants to move forward.<br />
Where is forward?<br />
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I depended on him for direction, we decided together.<br />
We had a beautiful life.<br />
He was my best friend, I admired and respected him.<br />
The safest place was in his arms.<br />
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Now I don't know what to believe.<br />
The world is full of lies.<br />
Everyone wants to hurt the other.<br />
My mind, body, heart is tired.<br />
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I have no chance of getting him back.<br />
I wonder does he love another?<br />
I want him to be happy.<br />
I want to see my Grandchildren grow up.<br />
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I want to feel proud.<br />
I too want to be happy.<br />
I want to be happy to be seen, held, kissed.<br />
I want to make a difference in his life for the good.<br />
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Oh how little time it took to unravel everything.<br />
While I was ignorant till the end.<br />
I feel stupid, unwanted, unloved.<br />
I feel useless.<br />
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i feel, I saw the bond break.<br />
I felt my self worth leave.<br />
I'm half a person.<br />
I'm unloved.<br />
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I hide things, want to appear to be strong<br />
No one can't take or values weakness<br />
He is ashamed of me.<br />
He wanted another woman more than me.<br />
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it's hard to end a marriage but would have been easier had I not been spit on.<br />
Had he told me 5 years ago when he quit loving me and I always felt I came up short.<br />
Not knowing why.<br />
Realizing now... why.<br />
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You can't make a person love you.<br />
You can un love yourself and the world around you.<br />
So, here I am, wondering trying to plan the next phase of life.<br />
Knowing it is over and I want to just curl up and give in.<br />
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Everyone is angry.<br />
Angry at me.<br />
How could I have changed? loved so deeply?<br />
Been so trusting.<br />
Been such a fool. Stupid, for way too long.<br />
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I never wanted to be away from him ever.<br />
He tolerated me. I tried to meet his every need.<br />
I failed.<br />
I failed.<br />
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I'm lonely.<br />
I'm scared.<br />
I want it to stop.<br />
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God please help me.<br />
I've gone wrong.<br />
I need your Devine intervention, now more than ever.<br />
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I can take no more hurt.<br />
Why oh why did this have to happen?<br />
What good can come from it?<br />
What has it taught me.<br />
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The story always changes so I can't wrap my head around the lesson.<br />
I read your word. It gives me hope.<br />
The hope never stays.<br />
Couples with families make me realize how arrogant I was thinking I had a good marriage.<br />
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Little did I know.<br />
I want to think I could have changed it.<br />
Loved him more, or less whatever he needed.<br />
Nothing hurts worse than realizing your partner wasn't in it all the way, the way you were.<br />
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Now we all hurt.<br />
I have no home.<br />
Our dishes make me cry.<br />
Folding his laundry makes me cry.<br />
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Seeing his shoes underneath the bed makes me cry<br />
Names he called me came out of another persons mouth.<br />
I refuse to believe he said them yet I stood there and saw it.<br />
Friends, family tell you it will get better. How can it?<br />
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He is my half.<br />
I chose him, and he chose me.<br />
Out of respect.<br />
Respect we ruined.<br />
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I'd give anything to have my loved one back.<br />
He would give anything to see me go.<br />
How much time have I wasted?<br />
How much of my life is wasted?<br />
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God please hear my prayer, give me the strength to live through another day.<br />
Only you know my heart, Only you listen.<br />
I'm sorry I've failed you God.<br />
Heaven sounds so good right now.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-55054890311914461992014-08-06T16:47:00.000-05:002014-09-07T23:45:05.987-05:00A Day that Changed my LifeThe water hose was running on the patio, and Lord only knows how long it had been running or when and if someone would think to turn it off.<br />
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It was a hot summer evening and just about sundown, my favorite time of the day. It was humid, sticky, the mosquitos were swarming about. You could smell the magnolia in the air, the fresh cut grass too.<br />
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I was inside with my three little ones. My baby girl was 32 days old. My middle son, just 17 months old and walking fairly well. My oldest, was four. It was such a hot day they were playing inside and too my Daddy was cutting grass.<br />
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My oldest son noticed the lawn mower had stopped and ran outside to check on his Paw Paw not wanting to miss a thing. He came back in and asked me, "Mama, why is Paw Paw taking a nap?" I gave my baby girl to my Grandmother and asked her to please not come outside. I know what an out of body experience feels like.<br />
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I remember watching my feet go down the back porch steps as I ran toward the patio, grill area my Dad so dearly loved. There he was, lying down in the running water, water hose still in hand. His eyes wide open, looking up at the sky. I flung my body down beside his took his head in my hands and began to call his name. Each time a little louder. My Mother and I worked feverishly doing CPR and mouth to mouth. My Grandmother had called 911, the baby was crying from all the commotion. I can remember all their faces pressed against the glass panes looking our direction for some kind of a clue.<br />
I'm sure my Grandmother thought maybe he had tripped. They had returned from a trip that very day, and the first thing he did was come get me and the babies. We were extremely close. I was his last attempt in having a son, but I did give him two Grandsons. He cherished them. Although I wasn't that boy I'm sure he prayed for that Father's Day weekend when my Mother went into labor, I was his buddy. He never treated me any different, I was the one that wished on a daily basis I had been born a boy, not Dad.<br />
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We waited forever it seemed on the Ambulance, then the hometown Doctor which we all knew by name. Dad went to his home one night because my fever was so high from Tonsillitis. The Doc was playing his piano, but he did not hesitate to jump in the car with Daddy and come to our home and "see after me."<br />
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They all said the same thing, My Daddy was dead. One minute cutting grass in the gloaming of the evening. A reprieve from the summer heat of August in Florida, when you litterally felt like you might just melt. My guess was he was overheated and he loved to turn the water on, hold the hose above his head and let it flow down his body. It would cool him off and he would always get a drink of that water from that hose claiming it tasted better. When the job of the grass being cut was complete this was normal behavior for Daddy. He enjoyed the silly side of life. Then he would sit and rock, enjoying the serenade of the frogs, crickets, birds etc till night fell. After all he had been cooped up in a car for days driving<br />
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This day was different, it was his last day on this earth. I had been busy with my children but I knew my parents and my Grandmother should arrive that day, I believe it was a Thursday. So, during nap time for the babies I started from scratch on a home made blueberry pie. Just for him mostly, freshly picked berries and a hand made crust. I still can't eat blueberry pie till this day. Not a traditional one like that one was.<br />
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I prayed as hard as a human can possibly pray I believe for God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, the Lord anyone to return him to me. I was a baby at 22 and I needed my Daddy. But, he never took another breath. I sat there in my summer dress on that wet patio holding his head, talking to him and crying, like I've never cried before. The one person I loved most in this world couldn't answer. I waited for the coroner with EMT's trying to give me something to calm me down, but I was nursing so I would not take it. They whisked my Mother away in a puff of smoke and sedated her, because that's what they did then in the South. Woman were sedated and men had a good stiff drink. <br />
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I didn't leave his side until they came to get him and I didn't want to then. I had to. I had to go inside and try to explain death to my four year old little boy and I was no ready for that. I had to call my sisters and tell them. They had just seen all of them as he insisted on visiting all of his girls while off for two weeks.<br />
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I wanted to scream, and run, and scream. I couldn't the baby was hungry. I had him with me 22 years two of which I'm sure I don't remember, I was an infant. I've had my husband 22 years and I remember every day. Each year on this date it scares me, I fear something will happen to him. I'm afraid for him to cut the grass late in the evening, and listen for the lawnmower to turn off.<br />
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Yesterday it was August 5, 2014. It was hot, muggy and my Husband cut the grass. He parked the lawnmower and he was fine. Thank God, he was fine.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-34534773671449801102012-05-20T02:25:00.000-05:002012-05-20T02:58:41.299-05:00UnsureSo much has happened to me, my life since I last typed words to be posted here for all to read. I have been thinking about all of you that I followed, wondering how your lives were going, how you were feeling etc. I still couldn't find the courage to share my story.<br />
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Tonight might be my last posting here. I can say I have suffered the last 7 months like no one can ever begin to understand. I have changed the me that was is no more. I struggle to find meaning in life. I find an insincerity to even express my feelings as I cannot be true here or anywhere for that matter.<br />
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What a loss in life, in someone who truly believed in life. In the good things in life. I keep praying God will open my eyes and allow me to see life in the world again instead of feeling like a bystander someone who cannot hear, see, or smell the goodness life has to offer.<br />
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Needless to say, I haven't planted anything. I have only weeds where beautiful flowers once grew. I know betrayal of the worse kind, I have grown only tired. Relationships I valued have crumbled. Drug addiction is part of my everyday thoughts and life. <br />
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I feel I have crossed over to a dark side of life that has no joy. My patience is weary. My heart is broken and beats way too fast and at times I can't breathe. Where is the joy I once felt? My spiral downhill began with the death of my sweet Aunt. Life has never been the same for me.<br />
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I tried to be strong and carry on, after that it has been one thing after the other. Depression has taken its toll. Antidepressants don't help. I can no longer listen or watch TV at all. I shake daily at times it is very embarrassing for me. People don't understand you have PTSD, I guess I should have had a few shirts printed with the info on the front, no, who am I kidding people don't understand PTSD no even me. I only thing I know for sure is I am exhausted and tired of living with it. <br />
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I thought I needed to go somewhere beautiful to clear my mind. That didn't help. I thought love could change it, it didn't.....hasn't. It is a selfish, weary time that feels like you are in the center of a tornado spinning out of control and all you want is for it to stop. Land in a safe place.<br />
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Here's hoping for a safe landing....<br />
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C....be kind to one another...it's free...and you never know another person's burdens.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-60841792135646300022011-08-31T20:49:00.000-05:002012-05-20T02:27:18.376-05:00August 2011It's the last day of August 2011. Thank you Lord! I have never had so many problems, heartaches, headaches and in general being miserable in one month since I can remember. This month has changed me forever. I know I am no longer the woman I was in July, June, May...you just know it when you feel as shift.<br />
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I hope and pray that September 2011 will be a time for recovery, for healing and for happiness. I pray the storm has passed.<br />
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I've missed all of your posts, comments, laughs, and just you. I am hoping to be more present and reconnect with all of you...if I have anyone out there left that even follows. I'll try to share my stories soon. I ask for your prayers....<br />
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Remember to hug someone you love today. It's free!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-64912186718524140762011-07-26T21:34:00.000-05:002011-07-26T21:34:27.168-05:00Art<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qpunQZ4cUyI?fs=1" width="425"></iframe><br />
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This is exactly how I feel! for you guys that don't know...I paint...when I'm motivated and happy. I've been struggling but lately I feel like painting, I have ideas now I have to just make it happen.<br />
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Remember to be kind to one another...it's free. Hug someone you love.<br />
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Carol-the gardenerCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-71120543013687532612011-06-20T03:24:00.000-05:002011-06-20T03:24:56.774-05:00It's my Party and I'll have fun if I want to!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sister, Pat helped for sure. She drove from Georgia to be here with me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sweet Hubz planned this surprise for me! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Birthday Girl</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Mom with Me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Party was held at Hemingways on Pensacola Beach, Florida</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had the most wonderful surprise party. Friends from the past, friends from now, family and friends that are family. Just the most wonderful feeling in the world. I am a very happy 50 year old woman. If this is fifty...shoot....this ain't gonna be nuthin honey!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have a great week ....Thanks for the birthday greetings </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Remember to be kind to one another it is free and so important.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Carol-the gardener</div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-895308340720828402011-06-16T02:18:00.000-05:002011-06-16T02:18:24.610-05:00I'm going over the hill soon!I have one day left to be forty something. Then, on Friday I will go over the hill and welcome being 50 years old. Doesn't seem right. I don't feel fifty but on the same hand I feel much more in line with who I really am. I am happy, satisfied with the person I am, content with life. That is enough for me.<br />
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I've been missing blogging it just seems it has been non stop all summer and spring. The weather here in Florida is beautiful. It has been really dry but, we have been blessed with a few rainy days recently. Of course we have been enjoying the beach and all she offers. We've been picking blueberries and eating them everyday. Dinner usually comes off the grill and the watermelon is sweet and peaches South!<br />
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I think I'll choose to accept turning 50 with open arms..I might as well right? It's gonna be great! Fifty is just a number...I keep my heart and mind open. I look for... what I hope to find, and hope you do too! Life is so much better that way.<br />
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CarolCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-29024899118014224242011-05-02T02:02:00.000-05:002011-05-02T02:02:49.181-05:00Meet Me on MondayThank you Java for hosting. I have been busy with Easter Egg Hunts, plantings and all things spring, and my son has finally finished his home and it is gorgeous. I am so happy all the way around. So here we go....<br />
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My favorite kind of muffin is lemon poppy seed. Second runner up blueberry with crumb topping...<br />
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3. Which TV show were you sad to see end. Man how can I choose, Friday night lights, Sopranos, Ally McBeal, Joan of Arcadia for just a few.<br />
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CarolCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-32110962846017854512011-04-24T22:25:00.000-05:002011-04-24T22:25:27.052-05:00Easter 2011Who doesn't love spring? Who doesn't love kids? Who doesn't love chocolate? So...really it is that easy for me....I love Easter time. Everything except....plastic grass. I really dislike plastic grass. Have you ever gotten that stuff all over your carpet and the vacuum just eats it up and it wraps around the ...thingy...and you get the picture. Not too crazy about Peeps either but ...they smell good and they are cute.<br />
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I think about Thursday I found myself singing every hymn I could remember the words to and when I couldn't remember I hummed along. I smiled remembering the handmade Easter dresses my Grandmother would make for me each year. The smell of new patent leather shoes saved to wear on the big day with lace trimmed socks. All things good. I felt blessed, I feel blessed.<br />
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We had a little egg hunt yesterday at our home and we had such a good time with hiding eggs and watching little hands filled with candy and giggles heard everywhere from the finding of the eggs. I wanted to share a few pictures from the day. I hope you all had a great Easter Sunday.<br />
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CarolCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-74247764751928981732011-04-11T22:03:00.000-05:002011-04-11T22:03:35.395-05:00The Power of words.<a href="http://www.redsnappa.com/commercial-video-gallery.html?fileid=317&galid=27">http://www.redsnappa.com/commercial-video-gallery.html?fileid=317&galid=27</a><br />
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Hugs are free.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-37979449536121711092011-04-03T22:53:00.000-05:002011-04-03T22:53:52.549-05:00Meet me on Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuGbUhutZa4/TZk8BOgzNuI/AAAAAAAAB5k/OE6rEemN118/s1600/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuGbUhutZa4/TZk8BOgzNuI/AAAAAAAAB5k/OE6rEemN118/s1600/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Every week, I try to hop on the Meet Me on Monday train...here we go again, thanks Java for hosting.<br />
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3. Yes, unfortunately. My middle son was in a terrible car accident Labor Day weekend of his Junior year in high school. They had called Life Flight for him and a little girl as well, but due to mechanical problems with the chopper...they couldn't fly. So, we went as fast as we could in an ambulance. People really don't listen and they don't move over either, just to let you know. My job while riding was to keep him talking and awake (he had a gash on his head). So we sang, country songs, you guys know I don't listen to country but somehow God gave me the lyrics. That is a ride I'll never forget. He is fine now...Thank you God.<br />
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4. My favorite candle scent is Lavender. I love anything that smells of Lavender.<br />
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5. Hmm...if I had to give up one it would be tea. I love both though...I am Southern. I have to have my coffee or I'm not a nice person in the morning.<br />
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Have a great week. Be kind to each other...it's free. Speak kindly. Plant something this week, you will be happy that you did.<br />
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CarolCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-46580515466593952132011-04-01T21:22:00.002-05:002011-04-01T21:31:34.694-05:00Ladybugs and cherry blossoms<object align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" height="425" id="Slideshow" name="Slideshow" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Ics2bZq2csnTg" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Ics2bZq2csnTg" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#869ca7" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"></embed></object><br />
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Spring has sprung here in Florida. Everything has blooms and new leaves. Unfortunately with those new leaves comes aphids, and I have lots of those. Luckily I also have lots and lots of Ladybugs hard at work. Hopefully I won't have to spray or use any other kind of means to control the aphids. The Ladybugs seem to be winning the battle so far. I think I'll give mother nature a chance.<br />
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I'm linking up to Fresh, Clean and Pure Friday thank you for hosting Roz and Java at Follow me on Friday.<br />
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</div>Remember to be kind to one another. Hug someone you love too tight this weekend. Tell them you love them. Have a great weekend. Go plant something!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-79860470928920089882011-04-01T03:35:00.000-05:002011-04-01T03:35:08.881-05:00Mobbed???? Did you see it??? how did it turn out???Last night, following IDOl, Howie Mandell had an interesting show on by the name of Mobbed. Did anyone else watch this? I can only find a few clips and I am dying to know how what the outcome of the proposal was. Did she say yes? Did she consent to the immediate weddding? Couriosity is killing me.<br />
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Thanks guys.,..<br />
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Carol-the gardener<br />
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Be kind to one anotherCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-51594803852934171372011-03-30T00:33:00.000-05:002011-03-30T00:33:31.438-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zb9jrHbKh9I/TZKycVZMw5I/AAAAAAAAB3o/45_itsImySA/s1600/wordless+wednesday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zb9jrHbKh9I/TZKycVZMw5I/AAAAAAAAB3o/45_itsImySA/s1600/wordless+wednesday.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is what is blooming in the garden. Hope you enjoy!</div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Have a great week. Remember to be kind to one another. Get your gloves out and plant some seed or a plant. You will be glad you did. Time to get all the herbs going, if you don't cook with herbs, you are missing out! I have mint, tarragon, oregano, and rosemary, thyme, and chives so far that survived the cold. I bought some basil and dill today to pot up tomorrow if it doen't rain all day! Can't wait to get it going.<br />
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If you do cook with herbs which one is your favorite?<br />
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Carol-the gardener<br />
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</div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-73000025267380924382011-03-23T17:34:00.000-05:002011-03-23T17:34:16.401-05:00Just Keep Going, You Got Nothing To Lose<iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o0oHlX8Kmxk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />We have forgotten how to talk to each other, no humanity no life...think about that for a moment. Take a few minutes to watch this video and think about it. <br /><br />Just keep going...you've got nothing to lose. Be kind to one another.<br /><br />CarolCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-68711609640195246122011-03-20T22:05:00.001-05:002011-03-20T22:25:14.768-05:00Meet me on Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Here is more of getting to know you all. Thanks once again to Java for hosting.<br />
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Questions:<br />
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1. What jewelry do you wear 24/7?<br />
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2. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?<br />
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4. Were you named after anyone?<br />
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1. I always wear my wedding rings and a gold thumb ring. Most of the time I have stud earrings but I do change them out. In the summer I wear a gold anklet. I love my jewelery but change it often.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OK, only picture I had of my wedding rings. The other hand is my Christmas gift from my Hubz. I could not believe he really purchased this ring for me. I love pearls, black Tahitian pearls!! I love it but I have to be careful wearing it...not gardening while wearing this ring!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>3. I have one sister and three adopted brothers. I always wanted brothers and just decided to adopt my first cousins. They never had a sister and life is too short so I adopted or we adopted each other. I couldn't love them more.<br />
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<em><span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;">Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply... ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park, 1814</span></em><br />
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4. Nope...not a soul. My Mom wanted to name me Janet Lynn...God! I'm glad my Dad won that battle!!!<br />
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5. Neither. I really don't care that much for soda and when I do I like Root beer or Sprite.<br />
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Carol-the gardenerCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-4955889232829847942011-03-18T00:57:00.000-05:002011-03-18T00:57:16.783-05:00Follow me on FridayOne of the guilty pleasures I afford myself......Fresh flowers for my table. I'd rather have flowers now than when I die.<br />
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I hope you all have a great weekend. Thank you to Java and Roz for hosting. <br />
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Be kind to one another. Take a little time to smell the flowers.<br />
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Carol-the gardener<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zHKljkoi7qM/TYL0FuTCrKI/AAAAAAAAB3U/AVuK8qECVpA/s1600/follow+friday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zHKljkoi7qM/TYL0FuTCrKI/AAAAAAAAB3U/AVuK8qECVpA/s1600/follow+friday.jpg" /></a></div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-25900873385786318872011-03-13T23:38:00.000-05:002011-03-13T23:38:00.648-05:00Meet Me on Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9DLoOl69Utw/TX2TjciQ8wI/AAAAAAAAB28/k6xziHVc2k0/s1600/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9DLoOl69Utw/TX2TjciQ8wI/AAAAAAAAB28/k6xziHVc2k0/s1600/MeetMonday-1-1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every week, I try to participate in answering questions in the Meet me Monday hosted by Java. Thank you for hosting Java! I've met so many nice people here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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1. Do you have a fireplace in your home?<br />
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2. Can you drive a stick shift?<br />
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3. How many computers are in your home?<br />
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4. Are your taxes done yet? Do you do them yourself?<br />
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5. What is your favorite meal of the day?<br />
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1. Yes and we love using it. In our first home we had a wood burning fireplace, and we loved it.....however, we decided that when we moved we would prefer a gas fireplace for convenience. Now we are hooked on the remote instant on and off<br />
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</tbody></table>No chopping wood. No hauling wood. No removing ashes or waiting for the fire to burn out before we feel comfortable to leave. Instant heat! Down side...no wood burning smell, no crackling roaring fire. It's all about choices people! Yep, we are getting lazy.<br />
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2. Why heck yeah! I haven't had a stick in many years but I am glad I know how. Maybe my next car will be a sports car and I'll need that skill again. You never forget. What if you had to drive someone car and it was a stick? All my children learned how to drive on a stick and I always had confidence they could make it home no matter who needed to drive.<br />
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3. Two computers. One desktop and my laptop.<br />
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4. No and no. That's all I have to say about that.<br />
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5. Dinner. I'm not a morning person so I rarely eat breakfast. Does cereal count as breakfast? Anywhoo...I eat fruit or yogurt for lunch so yeah, dinner is my favorite meal. When the Hubz retires I have a feeling we will eat earlier and that will be my favorite meal...we'll see. We are already early bird diners...most of the time. <br />
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Remember to be kind to one another. Take a minute to say a prayer for those who suffered and are still suffering from the earthquake last week. You never know.<br />
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Have a great week.<br />
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Carol-the gardenerCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-89828094777922138232011-03-12T21:18:00.000-06:002011-03-12T21:18:34.748-06:00rapping flight attendant<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U_yW1zdQzaY?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
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You have to love what you do. It's all about perception. Not your typical flight attendant but memorable one indeed.<br />
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Carol-the gardenerCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824697142387284699.post-65901551545592080052011-03-12T01:08:00.000-06:002011-03-12T01:08:52.236-06:00Proud to be Southern<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7ik8db1YZFo/TXsbPoBQkgI/AAAAAAAAB24/55lT22hoGgM/s1600/southern+belle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7ik8db1YZFo/TXsbPoBQkgI/AAAAAAAAB24/55lT22hoGgM/s1600/southern+belle.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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I am proud to be from the South - where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; mac and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come w/ gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. Have a good day y'all!<br />
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Let me know if you're Southern to the bone too!<br />
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Have a great weekend everyone.<br />
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Be kind to one another. Pray for Japan and all the people hurting in the world. Do one kind thing today for someone .... just because you can. Watch it all come back to you.<br />
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Carol-the gardenerCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063098553066000836noreply@blogger.com4