The DDA Trouble Free Zone Part 29

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Elin thanks for posting the pictures, I am just like a kid :yay:
 

I told John that I want this for my yard. :laughing:

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Someone asked me today "who are you going to Disney with? Friends of family?" My response: Their both!

I'm loving the pictures!!!! I'm getting antsy to go! (Needless to say - standby on an earlier flight with Airtran is high on my list!!!)
 
I'm loving the pictures!!

Whew, we've been so busy here. I have something every night this week. Hopefully next week will slow down a bit. My friend Suzanne's getting married on Saturday and Stephanie's the flower girl, so I've made her dress, helped Suzanne with some embroidered gifts, will help decorate, etc. tomorrow/rehearsal/dinner, plus we've had doctors' appts, haircuts, soccer, etc....I'm tired! LOL
 
Aw :goodvibes I totally agree with you!

I was discussing the earlier flight with Gary, I still am not sure :confused3 But you do have me thinking ::yes::


Someone asked me today "who are you going to Disney with? Friends of family?" My response: Their both!

I'm loving the pictures!!!! I'm getting antsy to go! (Needless to say - standby on an earlier flight with Airtran is high on my list!!!)
 
Hi Kelli! Glad you could take a breather for a moment & stop by. Seems like everyone is busy now that school has started back up.


I'm loving the pictures!!

Whew, we've been so busy here. I have something every night this week. Hopefully next week will slow down a bit. My friend Suzanne's getting married on Saturday and Stephanie's the flower girl, so I've made her dress, helped Suzanne with some embroidered gifts, will help decorate, etc. tomorrow/rehearsal/dinner, plus we've had doctors' appts, haircuts, soccer, etc....I'm tired! LOL
 
I got this email from a friend of mine the other day. It could not have come at a better time, with all the responsibility of my children being placed on me and their dad doing hardly anything, but still being a 'hero'. I hope it hits home for some of you too.


I'm invisible.....
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response,
the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone
and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or
sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because
no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?
Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of
hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is
it?' I'm a satellite guide to
answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to
order, 'Pick me up right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude
---but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen
again. She's going .. she's going ... she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of
a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous
trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was
sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at
my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was
clean.
My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I
could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty
pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package,
and said, 'I brought you this.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly
sure why she'd given it to me until I read her
inscription: 'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what
you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read -- no, devour -- the book.
And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing
truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built
the great cathedrals -- we have no record of their names. These
builders gave their whole lives
for a work they would never see finished. They made great
sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their
building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny
bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man , 'Why
are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be
covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.'
And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.
It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you,
Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one
around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn
on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile
over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now
what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my
own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see
finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The
writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever
be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to
sacrifice
to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My mom gets up at 4
in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand-bastes a
turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That
would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him
to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his
friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we
're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world
will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has
been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
I have had the privelige of knowing 99% of all the women I'm sending
this email to and shared the sentiment of "Your gonna love it there." or
"I just love going to her home it is so filled with LOVE." "She makes
everyone feel so at home." "
Her door is always open and so is her ever loving heart and I'm one of
the lucky ones who can call her my friend."

I hope you all recognize youselves as builders of Great Cathedrals!
 
I got this email from a friend of mine the other day. It could not have come at a better time, with all the responsibility of my children being placed on me and their dad doing hardly anything, but still being a 'hero'. I hope it hits home for some of you too.



I hope you all recognize youselves as builders of Great Cathedrals

:hug: And I hope you continue to recognize yourself too, Tammi. Someday, I PROMISE, the kids will know. And until that day, WE know. I hope you do too. :hug:
 
Please excuse the poor quality. New camera last year, and John just can't take good night shots.
For you MNSSHP goers.
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And for Tom. Sorry no Christmas party shots, we have so many, just not with the digital camera.
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No that is not my family. We just wanted a picture of the tree, but they were getting their picture taken and John didn't want to wait for them to move.
 
:hug: And I hope you continue to recognize yourself too, Tammi. Someday, I PROMISE, the kids will know. And until that day, WE know. I hope you do too. :hug:
Thanks, Elin. That's very touching.
 
I'm going to post this on the Budget Board but thought I would try here too. Does anyone know the presale code for the Hannah Montana tour?
 
Someone asked me today "who are you going to Disney with? Friends of family?" My response: Their both!

I'm loving the pictures!!!! I'm getting antsy to go! (Needless to say - standby on an earlier flight with Airtran is high on my list!!!)
So how does standby work? I'm thinking that the 8:30 AM flight would be nice. Will Southwest do standby?




I'm back from the doctors and I have a very bad UTI. I'm sure that if I hadn't waited weeks to go to the doctors it would have been not so bad :rolleyes: So I'm on an antibiotic and a pain med. Things should be back to normal in a few days. In the meantime I have to work and more importantly I need a nap. TTYL
 
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