tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69604572025130181882024-03-04T20:24:27.966-08:00these branchesjeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535188125456955670noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960457202513018188.post-20521807444619574452011-02-18T09:32:00.000-08:002011-02-18T09:32:31.217-08:00my fam damily. randomly.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">taken from the archives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i've realized i'm not very good at capturing moments. blogging special stuff. PRINTING pics and SCRAPBOOKING them. is it that i think they have to be reeeeeeally, <em>reeeally</em> important events in order to deserve a fancy layout? no...i'm gonna go with laziness. yup. that's me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">i think all mothers struggle with this "i'm never gonna be a good enough mother" thing. at least at some point in their years as a mama bear. :) i tend to be lacking in the patience department. i am short fused and sometimes grouchy, but i could not LOVE my kids more. and i think that's what drives me to try, try, try to be a better mom. i want to see them learn, succeed, be happy, loving and compassionate little people (that grow up to be happy, loving and compassionate BIG people) and most of all feel loved by me and the people we choose to surround ourselves with. i was having one of those you-need-to-get-your-act-together-jeseca meltdowns last week when BOTH of the kids' teachers stopped me to say, "you might wanna come to the award ceremony tomorrow morning!". {smiles}</div><div align="center">and guess what.....<br />
i have a student of the month AND an outstanding reader?<br />
oh yes i do. :))<br />
you guys make me soooo proud.<br />
i love you.<br />
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who knew chutes and ladders was such a competitive game?<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">hmmm. not me. i never win when we play games anyway. especially NOT memory games, omg. maddy's princess memory game...ya know the one where sleeping beauty is posed in like 12 different ways. yeah...how i am supposed to remember that card was the one where she was smelling a rose and not dancing...?? cheah. okay. i am <strong><em>ok</em></strong> with losing.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">oh be still my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">polka dots.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">on a canvas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">{sigh}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but that's all i got. this poor little canvas has been sitting like this for a little while now...not quite sure where to go from here. WHY <em>IS</em> THAT? i hate that! there are lots of layers of awesome sauce under those polka dots and i just don't want to ruin it, i guess. i have been soooo wishy washy lately that i don't want to paint or collage something onto it and then 5 minutes later regret it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hmmmmph.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sucha dilemna.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i am workin workin on more new goods for the shop, so stay tuned.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">p.s.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">welcome to my new blog. i will be sharing my life, my loves, my hopes and struggles, and some fun stuff, too. like my little <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/myfigtree">etsy shop</a>. this is my fresh start, people. i'd love for you to join me.</div>jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02535188125456955670noreply@blogger.com4