tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71364280616745836832024-02-19T21:16:27.489-05:00What Do You Love?The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order; the continuous thread of revelation. - Eudora WeltyLinzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-84845391041026561432009-07-20T15:53:00.000-04:002009-07-20T15:53:00.833-04:00Simplifying...It's been a while, I know. And to be honest, it's going to be a much longer while. I very much need to make life simple, and obviously, blogging is not high on the priority list. I may be around, I'll always be reading <i>your </i>blogs. But I won't be back to this one for a while, at least until serious inspiration strikes. Hope you all don't mind...Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-49398707090266504342009-05-29T16:17:00.001-04:002009-05-29T16:25:35.053-04:00Help A Mama OutQuick question for you all (mamas, babysitters, people who are otherwise brilliant with children, etc....).<br /><br />What did your kids eat for snacks at around age 18 months? Or, what suggestions do you have for healthy, yummy, creative, toddler-friendly snacks?<br /><br />We're running out of ideas and getting a little bored around here with our regular snack times and I'm looking for new ideas!<br /><br />I know my *many* loyal readers (snicker) all either have kids and/or love cooking so I thought I'd ask you all first!<br /><br />Thanks!<br /><br />UPDATED: I'll take meal time suggestions, too, not just snacks!Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-34744852199082346382009-05-26T14:26:00.000-04:002009-05-26T14:26:53.495-04:00Elmo pees.Sorry for the title...I'll explain, I promise.<br />
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Brian and I have been singing to Liam since his birth, and very early in his life certain songs seemed to calm him more than others. The monotone and repetition of songs like "Old MacDonald" and the alphabet song were particularly soothing, especially when riding in the carseat. So Liam heard these songs very, very often. And we've realized as he has gotten older that he was listening and absorbing a lot of what we were singing to him. One of his first words was "E-I-E-I-O," in fact. We'd stopped using that song as a calming technique as he got older and needed less soothing, but suddenly probably months after hearing the song the last time, he started singing it back to us. We were stunned and thrilled that he remembered.<br />
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After that, it is not entirely surprising that Liam has begun singing the alphabet to us. He heard it many times when he was very small, and even has a Leapfrog toy that sings his alphabet to him as well. So several times in the last few days I have heard him going about the house singing, "ABCD.....e..c...d.... ." He's got the first part down, and the tune is pretty close, but after that he jumbles a little. Well, yesterday afternoon he added a bit more.<br />
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Perhaps I should suggest that as the next "must-have toy" this year....Go Potty Elmo?Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-68165251921856864822009-05-12T15:39:00.000-04:002009-05-12T15:39:56.508-04:00Trader's Joes and other thoughtsA funny thing happens whenever Brian and I move to somewhere new.<br />
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But we lived in Charlotte which was pretty cool. And then we moved to Shelby, NC. And guess what happened? Our road in Charlotte got STUFF. The very road that we lived on for TWO WHOLE YEARS now has a SUPER Target, a Mimi's Café, and A STINKIN' <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">IKEA. An Ikea, people. </span> Now. After we're gone. Why, oh why???<br />
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Ok, so the point. We've discovered something else that our old neighborhood in Charlotte has now that it did not before. A <a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/">Trader Joe's</a>. And boy, do we love Trader Joe's. Have you ever heard of them? Been to one? If not - GO! Check out the locations, find one near you, and go! Trader Joe's is a great little grocery store that people in California are lucky enough to get to shop at all the time. They carry lots of organic and all natural products, gourmet and hard to find foods, and their own product brand which is well priced and delicious!! So far we've tried Trader Joe's brand cookies (yum), Korean short ribs - a must buy, and several other items including Israeli couscous (large pearls of couscous instead of very small), cheese, pizza dough, and French onion soup. The only thing we have not been crazy about so far was the soup - Brian thought it was a little bland. Trader Joe's is also home to Charles Shaw wines, better known as "Two-Buck Chuck." We've tried a couple of bottles with some of our dinners, and for cheap wine it's pretty good!<br />
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I've been thinking more thoughts about my baby crush and wanted to share. In all seriousness, I'm loving having a one -year-old around. I have to be honest that having an infant was at times painfully difficult for me, moreso that I ever imagined it would be. I think this is partially due to the fact that we brought Liam home into a bit of an upheaval (having just moved and having no family close and having Brian in school the day after we came home from the hospital, etc.). The first two weeks were a cloud of sleep deprivation and <i>serious</i> baby blues (which thankfully did not descend further into postpartum depression as we feared) and I spent a significant amount of time very worried over my "bond" with my infant. Much is made of "bonding" in a lot of parenting circles and some doctors/authors/so-called experts put a lot of pressure and guilt on mothers to have a perfect birth and home and bonding experience, and I knew better than to get too sucked into that kind of thinking, but nevertheless I knew the feelings that I was struggling with and knew how at times Liam seemed to respond to those feelings. I had anger and resentment and literal chest-crushing anxiety for a while; in those first two weeks I often had trouble going to sleep when I got the chance because my anxiety became so severe that I would drift off to sleep and <i>stop breathing </i>and then wake up to breathe again<i>.</i> I wish I was kidding. Luckily that passed after the first two weeks at home. Do I need to mention that I don't do well with sleep deprivation? The worry over bonding with Liam did not pass, however, until I tucked him into our bed and slept with him close to me all during the night and sensed an immediate change in our relationship.<br />
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Now Liam is no longer a tiny infant, but a walking, talking, tantruming motorboat. Maybe it comes from getting used to this mothering thing, or maybe it comes from his ever-emerging personality, or maybe a combination of so many different things. Probably I'm the last mom on the planet to figure this out. The older Liam gets, the more I fall in love with him. He's becoming affectionate - he kisses and hugs and I think even says something resembling I love you (when prompted, of course). He's got a ridiculous sense of humor. He understands <i>so much</i>, and perhaps it helps that I understand so much more of him now than ever before. The wild tantrums in which he bangs his head on the floor don't rattle me at all like the tiny, undecipherable baby cries did. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be able to eat at a restaurant in peace like I could when he slept in his baby sling for the whole meal, but getting to know this little person makes up for all of the toddler antics. Getting to watch his emerging independence, his eagerness for learning, his longing to be helpful, his little mischievous grins - getting to do all of this is giving me a serious baby crush.<br />
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Well, that and he sleeps (mostly) all night in his own bed again. A good night's sleep <i>always</i> helps!Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-70704686275495830822009-03-30T16:03:00.000-04:002009-03-30T16:03:56.580-04:00Love AffairI guess it's time I confessed.<br />
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I'm in love. My heart has been stolen and I'm head over heels. All the clichés apply.<br />
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His name is Liam and he is a dashing little gent who has swept me completely off my feet.<br />
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Ok, so there's a bit of an age difference, I'll admit. But never you mind, I'm convinced this 15 -month-old is the one for me. He only has to take my face in his hands and kiss me and I swoon.<br />
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Just this morning at around 6:30 he nuzzled next to me as I slumbered, curved his little back against my belly, and snuggled happily until 9:00 a.m. When he finally drifted awake, he sat up next to me all chicken hair and blinking eyes and matter-of-factly declared,"Apple pie." Which I believe was not as much a request for breakfast as a statement of his philosophy for the day. The sun is shining, we've had a good night's sleep, therefore, apple pie. <br />
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Who wouldn't fall in love with a fellow who thinks like that?Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-86055048919613863462009-03-29T22:51:00.002-04:002009-03-29T23:00:59.184-04:00It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive....I'm not an addict...maybe that's a lie....*<br /><br /><br />I decided recently to go through all of the pages that I have bookmarked and add them to my blog. I thought that it would make it easier to keep up with blogs and sites I like to look at but sometimes forget about, not to mention that my bookmarks are getting quite numerous. I thought you all might be interested in some of them, too. I thought that my reading habits were not getting out of hand.<br /><br />I was wrong.<br /><br />The links that I have added are only a portion of the pages that I have bookmarked. Of course, most of the time I see something that I want to look at later and I bookmark it and forget about it. But a lot of these pages I visit on a regular basis.<br /><br />Is there such a thing as blogger rehab?<br /><br />*Bonus points if you can name the song and band referenced above. Bonus points for what, you say? Um..I'll get back to you on that one.Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-25269027381958957382009-03-27T21:02:00.002-04:002009-03-27T21:02:48.504-04:00OuchCan I just ask what is up with the tattoo on the model's neck in the picture below? Ouch!<br /><br />I'm just sayin'...Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-846125426455680962009-03-26T21:15:00.000-04:002009-03-26T21:15:31.800-04:00Should I do it?This: <br />
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Yes, son, when you eat soap, you can blow lots of bubbles.Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-27602162293032537032009-02-13T13:40:00.001-05:002009-02-13T13:41:26.140-05:00ACK!!I toyed around with changing my template, and now look what I've done! Blogger has eaten my blog lists and all my lovely links are missing. I will set out to fix this very soon, and will return also with some fun updates. Tbc...Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-16867355294907669852009-01-26T17:13:00.000-05:002009-01-26T17:16:04.331-05:00Thanks!!A little blogger thrill. There are commenters coming out of the woodwork lately that I had no idea were reading. And I discovered a link to my blog on someone's page, again having no idea she was reading. These things make me smile inside. Just thought you should know.Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-66268693551629083962009-01-25T10:45:00.000-05:002009-01-25T10:46:07.196-05:00what was missing and whyThis was really supposed to be all one post, but last night I realized that things were just getting WAY too long and so I figured that I'd come back later and finish up. I don't want to drag on and on and chase you all away!<br /><i><br /></i><br />When I set out planning and thinking of the things that I love, my first thoughts were "Brian and Liam, and Jesus." So I started typing that out. But as I did, I realized that my words just did not feel right, and did not ring true in my heart. So I started over. When I typed out the sentence "I love Jesus" it had the feeling that this was a completed thing, a done deal. When really, to me, it's so much more of a process. Truthfully, I'm in the process of <i>learning</i> to love Jesus each day, and I'm far from reaching that. I guess really the same thing could be said for my love of Brian and Liam as well. I love tea and design and creepy stories as much as I'm ever going to. But loving my husband and my child and <i>my Savior</i>? I hope that for the rest of my life my love grows and changes and moves and is never finished. So I can't say that I love Jesus, end of sentence. I'm just not there yet. Loving my Savior is not something that I always know how to do, or something that always comes easily. But I'm learning.<br /><br /><br /><i> </i>Something Alli said in her comment on my post about restlessness really rang true with me - we're all a bit "meh" inside. Because that's true, I think we are. I think that "meh" feeling in our hearts is an emptiness that was put there for a reason. We're all searching for how to fill that up, how to satisfy that feeling. The only thing that works is Jesus, but that's so hard to realize sometimes! Learning how to completely let go and let all of our desires be met by Him is part of the lifelong process of learning to love Him. I like what Maya Angelou has to say about this. I don't know the exact quote and Liam is not being patient enough for me to Google it, but she calls herself a "practicing Christian" because she's not an expert yet.<br /><br />I guess I have to leave Brian and Liam out of the "love" post too. I'm certainly not an expert wife, and Liam is letting me know right now how much of an expert mother I am NOT.<br /><br />So..... enough for now. Back soon!Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-7512791421786278782009-01-24T23:04:00.000-05:002009-01-24T23:05:00.711-05:00Warning...really long post ahead!Hi! Remember me? I'm Southern Wife, and I'm a blogger. Ok, really, I'm just Linz. Once upon a time this blog was going to be anonymous, but then I had a baby, and all thoughts of anonymity flew out the window because when you have a baby to update about, folks like to know who you are. And, well, you're proud and stuff. And about that blogger thing...not doing so well at that lately, am I? <br /><br />Although it may seem so, I have not disappeared forever from the blogging world. Life has been calling, and I've been answering, and I have many lovely updates from our holiday season to report, although I probably will not report them and will just upload pictures from Halloween forward to my Facebook account. Maybe. Before next Halloween. Maybe. I also have a very overdue tag to respond to (thank you for your words of encouragement, Bethany! Here I am!). I did not realize that it was all the way back in November that Bethany <a href="http://proverbs2six.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-tagged.html">tagged me</a> to post a list of five things that I love. <i>Of course I have to answer this tag - it's the theme of my blog!!!</i><br /><br />I have really wanted to get this post done. Some little things this weekend threatened to stop me, like having no water for 12 hours (well pump broken, then fixed), having our dryer quit (which Brian fixed - brilliant!), and having a Liam vomiting on me and everything else (bed, couch, floor, daddy, high chair tray, younameithethrewuponit) all day today! An aside - Allison, aren't you glad you didn't come to visit <i>this</i> weekend?? Nevertheless, I have persisted, and I'm determined to finish this post tonight!<br /><br />I've been asked to tell you five things I love. Since the name of my blog is, after all, "What do you love?" I thought it would be rather appropriate for me to answer this tag. So here goes! (I'm starting with the not-as-obvious and working my way to the most important things). <br /><br />1. I love design. Interior design (although you can't tell it by looking at my house, but one day..one day...), graphic design, letterpress design, fashion design, etc. I'm not creative enough to actually BE a designer, but I love to look at the beautiful things other people have done. I used to wonder why I like magazines so much, but then I finally figured out that I love to look at all the images - the design of the ads, rooms, clothes, layout, and so many other elements. Instead of a picture for this one I'm adding a couple of awesome design links:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/">Design*Sponge</a><br /><a href="http://www.designmom.com/">Design Mom</a><br /><a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/">Apartment Therapy</a><br /><a href="http://www.dominomag.com/">Domino Magazine</a><br /><br />Aren't those just so much fun!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBxVq8PsvRtAi6Fs4B8nLEoqt2PuoqLY0S9RlIsbv4mbSbtBs65z0f8EsfDd-9FaMn9at2-kjEzkUx-xAAKeYhkg6oP_ecKcBdXidM3HCXhMU22MLHbeTXTvcAsWnDHBqHCyxfUoH08o/s1600-h/atlanta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBxVq8PsvRtAi6Fs4B8nLEoqt2PuoqLY0S9RlIsbv4mbSbtBs65z0f8EsfDd-9FaMn9at2-kjEzkUx-xAAKeYhkg6oP_ecKcBdXidM3HCXhMU22MLHbeTXTvcAsWnDHBqHCyxfUoH08o/s320/atlanta.jpg" border="0" /></a>2. I love the South. Yes, that's with a capital S. I'm deeply rooted in the Deep South - I grew up in Georgia, and part of my family comes from Louisiana and Mississippi. I love the culture (not always the history, but the culture nevertheless), the people, and the food!! I'm proud of our music, our traditions, our manners, our literature. I think the southern US is a place of great confusion, and sometimes I think it is populated with crazy people. I also think that's what made writers like William Faulker and Flannery O'Connor write what they did - I think we're all trying to make sense of this strange, beautiful place!<br /><br />3. I love ghost stories. My very favorite TV show EVER is Ghost Hunters. I love to hear and watch all these creepy things, but I know that in real life if confronted with anything "supernatural" that I would just fall apart. I'm not talking horror - I hate horror movies with a passion. I'm talking about good old fashioned "grandma's house was haunted" kinds of stories. But...not if you're telling them late at night around a camp fire or something. Yikes!!<br /><br />4. I love tea. I think you all probably know this one already. I do not drink coffee. I even order tea at Starbucks. I like black tea, green tea, herbal tea, white tea, red tea (did you all know there were this many kinds of tea??) Iced or hot. Actually, preferably hot. In the morning with cream and honey, at night before bed, when I'm sick, when I'm working. There is always a perfect cup of tea for any occasion! My preferred teas:<br /><br />Plain old black tea for breakfast or anytime: <a href="http://www.pgtips.co.uk/">PG Tips</a><br />For trying new kinds of tea: <a href="http://www.teavana.com/">Teavana</a><br />For tea and accessories: <a href="http://www.stashtea.com/">STASH tea</a><br />For gorgeous packaging (see #1 above): <a href="http://www.harney.com/">Harney & Sons</a><br />And for night time, an old favorite: <a href="http://www.celestialseasonings.com/products/detail.html/herbal-teas/sleepytime">Sleepytime</a><br /><br />There are so many more that I could link but I'm getting carried away and I need to move on now.<br /><br />5. I love Family. I love being surrounded by my relatives, even though most of them are nuts and drive me nuts! I grew up having family gatherings at my Nana and Papa's. All of our extended relatives would come over, and my papa and my dad and my uncles would gather around the fireplace and play bluegrass music. My papa played banjo, my uncles played guitar, and my dad and Nana would sing harmony. Sometimes the neighbor, Nana's uncle, would come over with his fiddle and play. We'd play and sing and laugh and eat, and as a child I loved the feeling of being surrounded by all that love. Brian's family is the same, maybe without as much music. We gather and visit and eat and have fun. I'm thrilled that even though my family is more spread out than it used to be, Liam is still growing up surrounded by people who love him so much.<br /><br />Part of my love of family, of course, is Brian and Liam. I love having my own little family of three, as well. We're creating our own traditions and trying to create that same atmosphere of loving warmth right here, as well as with all the relatives around. The picture below reminded me of Brian, and I just had to add it:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIb0T7qfr36p0_2fbCtRM62p05mxc81-omt4mLZ9sQA0g3duAgIrwZmeBqJtA3CqlGsVoNmsoqXvBR-dHKglizcYhzUnn20UkQ3iBQbh-jiGKRHRE98LCAkJqNNYYmyuLrGIjVx4qfulA/s1600-h/clever+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIb0T7qfr36p0_2fbCtRM62p05mxc81-omt4mLZ9sQA0g3duAgIrwZmeBqJtA3CqlGsVoNmsoqXvBR-dHKglizcYhzUnn20UkQ3iBQbh-jiGKRHRE98LCAkJqNNYYmyuLrGIjVx4qfulA/s320/clever+girl.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>(image via <a href="http://www.joannagoddard.blogspot.com/">A Cup of Jo</a>)<br />I love my husband! And, I love this little boy...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitsy35_uqByBRIBnlXBw0VVBk4ykSDXkd2Gtz8Z-6EesNWdrWrqgwkT9vYXVgG8ymleT-nIxm2ZG6jDOHFxsqVIn2zmhyphenhyphen5NaC2k7OK4zsR7G1HU4r9N3l9G3G0eAlYbBgF5KlCaZHx85c/s1600-h/Liam+Christmas+and+Birthday+2008+to+2009+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitsy35_uqByBRIBnlXBw0VVBk4ykSDXkd2Gtz8Z-6EesNWdrWrqgwkT9vYXVgG8ymleT-nIxm2ZG6jDOHFxsqVIn2zmhyphenhyphen5NaC2k7OK4zsR7G1HU4r9N3l9G3G0eAlYbBgF5KlCaZHx85c/s320/Liam+Christmas+and+Birthday+2008+to+2009+083.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Hasn't he grown??? This is his happy face on his first Christmas morning. What a wonderful sight!!<br /><br />Ok...I guess after all that I need to be done for now. However, something is missing from my post above. Can you think of what it might be? My next will explain at length what was left out of this list and why!<br /> <i> </i><br /><i>Oh, and seriously, I have not one ounce of energy left to tag anyone right now. Maybe next time. Phew.<br /></i>Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-68133624932337758782009-01-12T16:17:00.003-05:002009-01-12T17:44:48.202-05:00Entitled Honesty (or Why I'm So Restless)I actually do have another blog post in the works, but I had to spontaneously dash this down to get it off my chest. Hopefully I will get the chance to publish my response to being tagged, finally, this week (thank you Bethany for missing my words - I'm still here!) But for now..honesty.<br />
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I'm sitting here at my desk, waiting for the doctors to download more work for us. I'm simultaneously browsing at least five different web sites, blogs, Twitter, and Facebook. I'm bored. Profoundly bored. Liam is "helping" Brian fold some laundry in the other room, and I'm putting off all the other housework that I should be doing in a slow period at work (although I did just run and take a shower, the first one I've had before 10 pm this week). And this is pretty much what every day looks like. I get up, feed the baby, try to do what needs to be done in the house, and then come to my desk and sit for anywhere between 8 and 12 hours a day. I worked this weekend too, so I've been sitting at this desk every day for 8 days straight now. While I'm here I work, and browse, and venture into so many other people's lives via their blogs and Tweets and Facebook pages. Then I get up, feed the baby, bathe him and try to get him to sleep, and rush to get to sleep myself before I have to wake up with him (still) in the middle of the night. And do it all over again. And today it strikes me more sharply than usual that I feel sometimes as if my life is slipping away while I read about everyone elses. <br />
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I'm bursting inside with the want to produce - I want to write, read, make things, listen to music, eat, travel, even just get outside in the sunshine while it lasts. I want to live and enjoy the good things in life like conversations, meals, songs, and books. But I'm stuck in this house, at a desk, with headphones shoved over my ears, and it seems sometimes like all the rest of life is shut out. Or passing by outside me. <br />
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I get terribly cold sometimes during the day, even when it is 70 degrees inside the house, and when I think about why, I realize it is because the only parts of my body that move for hours at a time are my fingers and one foot (the pedal that controls the dictaphone). It's really no wonder that (with the help of having a baby) I'm now a staggering 70 pounds overweight. I've been doing transcription for almost 8 years now, so that's a lot of time spent sitting instead of moving. That's the nature of my job - I sit at my desk with headphones and a pedal, the radiologists read x-rays, and I type what they say. All day long. Once you've learned the terms, the format, the programs, and the voices, it's the same thing over and over and over again. And I'm bored stiff!!<br />
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Yes, I chose this career, or at least chose to continue doing it for all these years. I love to type and I love words and I am really interested in medicine, and the solitude does suit me much better than it would most people. I know a lot of my friends would have lost their minds after a week of doing what I do, never mind 8 years. It's nice to not have to get up and dress up for work every morning, although I do miss that sometimes too. And yes, I'm home with my son. But often lately I wonder if working here with him all day is not just as bad as having him in day care. I mean, he sees me, but he cannot understand why Mommy sits at her desk and cannot get up and play with him. I'm honestly a little afraid that he will grow up thinking that a computer was more important than him. It makes me feel neglectful.<br />
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If you wonder why I blog so little, when I'm at the desk so much, it's of course because I have to try to stay on task. And when I'm not working, our schedule is still so harried with Brian in school. We both crash, exhausted, at the end of the day without getting done nearly what needs to get done each day. Granted, we're both awful at time management. Still, I'm longing for the end of the next two years, when Brian has a full time career and no school work and maybe, just maybe, we'll be closer to our family so we can get a little help. These endless days of the same routine (or lack thereof) are wearing on us both. <br />
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I talked with Brian a little bit about all of this today. He wants me to go back to school when he is finished. I don't know what I want, except for a little time to think outside the box, or perhaps outside my window.<br />
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Disclaimer: Please don't think I'm Negative Nellie. My next post, regarding things that I love, hopefully will dissuade you from that opinion. Today I'm just a woman whose body is at a desk while her mind is on an airplane to somewhere beautiful, or at least perched in the oak tree in the back yard. Today I'm just wishing the two could meet up more often. Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-86566222561802236332008-12-01T18:51:00.000-05:002008-12-01T19:12:39.883-05:00Remembering<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGOcxks8pQe3lW_sG4ey2VzZgP8X4gXv_UsTXTRbuKIcjZMRmlH3rb9RyYDQveGCC5ctWK-x2hLJ5jbcMKS_uW9Pvsp0N4QwHd4gycgqCUq5AEg7ujHjbx5-mMyGF-z1sShwIYMhZ5Cg/s1600-h/red+ribbon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGOcxks8pQe3lW_sG4ey2VzZgP8X4gXv_UsTXTRbuKIcjZMRmlH3rb9RyYDQveGCC5ctWK-x2hLJ5jbcMKS_uW9Pvsp0N4QwHd4gycgqCUq5AEg7ujHjbx5-mMyGF-z1sShwIYMhZ5Cg/s320/red+ribbon.jpg" /></a></div>If you did not know it, today is World AIDS Day. Today is a day to pray, hope, give, love, touch, and remember. For me especially, today is a day to remember. <br />
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My status on Facebook has been about remembering today. I commented on a friend's blog post about World AIDS Day as well <a href="http://soulache.posterous.com/">(http://soulache.posterous.com/)</a>. And several people have sent me prayers and love. See, 15 years ago my dad died of AIDS. <br />
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But the comments just feel strange. I appreciate so much everyone's kindness, but I want to tell each of them - don't pray for me. I'm fine. I loved my dad, he loved me, I miss him, but I have a wealth of wonderful memories that will last me forever and that ease any sadness I might have. I have the blessing of time that eases hurt. I have the peace and assurance that my dad no longer hurts so badly like he did 15 years ago. I have the faith that I will see him again.<br />
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What I really want to tell everyone is to pray for the others. Pray for the hurting. Pray for those who are suffering now. Pray for their families. Pray for people to love them and care for them and not make them feel ashamed. Pray for the doctors and researchers and nurses and Hospice workers. Pray for the little kids who have lost/are losing parents who do not yet have the benefit of an adult perspective to make things ok. <br />
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Pray that all of us will not forget how important this is. <br />
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See, I guess 15 years later I forget a lot. I think about my dad and our relationship and who he was, whole, healthy, complete. I don't really think about AIDS the way I did when I was so much younger, even in college. I was so profoundly affected by it then, but life has continued forward and the memories remain but the passion for the cause has taken a back seat to everyday life. <br />
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But what happens if everyone lets this happen? That's a dangerous thought.<br />
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So pray that apathy does not set in. Pray that we will remember the loved ones we've lost but not forget to do something about the disease that took them. <br />
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Remember World AIDS Day is December 1, but we can make a difference every day.Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-29042146272207744512008-11-22T12:28:00.000-05:002008-11-22T12:34:19.690-05:00Some Charming Kids, and a contest!Have you all ever followed the link from my blog to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">My Charming Kids</a>, home of MckMama and her lovely children? It's a great blog - a real hoot, <i>and </i>a real inspiration. Plus tons of info about having a household full of small kids and making everything run smoothly. And you cannot miss the story of little Stellan, also known as MckMuffin, who is their miracle baby!<br />
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Anyway, check it out, it's tons of fun, and she's holding a cool contest (which I'm entering via this blog post). But..I would want to tell you about her blog, even if she was not holding a contest. Because it's a good read, and we love a good read, right?<br />
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Also...I have been tagged by Bethany. Response post in progress!Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-58401221508865332282008-11-10T11:28:00.000-05:002008-11-10T11:45:15.548-05:00Whatever works.Mr. Liam has been sick for the last few days, for the first time in his little life. I'm very proud that my baby made it to 10 months old without ever getting sick. But of course, he could not just get a simple cold or anything the first time. Poor thing had to go and get strep throat. Ouch!!! For the past three nights when he awakens at night he has just been coming into the bed with me. This of course has its benefits for both of us - Liam can nurse as often as he likes, to soothe his throat, stay hydrated, and be comforted by Mama. Mama on the other hand can get a little more sleep and steal as many kisses and snuggles as she wants.<br />
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Other perks for Liam: Sleeping for thirty minutes with feet propped comfortably upon Mama's <b><i>face</i></b>. Turning upside down in bed, propping feet upon headboard, and nursing <i>upside down.</i> All of this must be especially comforting to my sick baby.<br />
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Another new remedy discovered by Mr. Liam: <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgriQCbvnbdg-jFmetZWOMcqwGm82xl6nsgBpT9ivYrJVtDZHwNfyj9nPcdpCUncoBKb2RjqAzAwDHTNk0kT1l49dTEiMNVBk4qkz-vR4piYAROHPtnF-GFV5v0mw7yEwdxWxdraWAjk/s1600-h/Liam+DL+Nov+10+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgriQCbvnbdg-jFmetZWOMcqwGm82xl6nsgBpT9ivYrJVtDZHwNfyj9nPcdpCUncoBKb2RjqAzAwDHTNk0kT1l49dTEiMNVBk4qkz-vR4piYAROHPtnF-GFV5v0mw7yEwdxWxdraWAjk/s400/Liam+DL+Nov+10+006.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dove soap must work wonders on a sore throat or something. So much for threatening to wash his mouth out with it when he gets older!!! (Yes, he did spit it out. And yes, he DID pick it up and try to eat it again.) Whatever works, I guess. </div>Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-41546969650569987342008-11-05T14:45:00.002-05:002008-11-05T15:16:57.729-05:00Just Because. 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Say everything. </i></span></pre> <pre style=";font-family:Times,";"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i>Water. Fish in it. And hedgehogs. I love hedgehogs. Marmite. I'm addicted.<br />And baths, but not with other people.</i></span></pre> <pre style=";font-family:Times,";"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i>Islands. And your handwriting. I could go on all day. </i></span></pre> <pre style=";font-family:Times,";"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i>Go on all day. </i></span></pre> <pre><span style=";font-family:";font-size:x-small;" ><i> </i></span></pre> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">The title of my blog is taken, obviously, from the above dialog<br />in the film The English Patient. I've mentioned here before that<br />it is my favorite film, and while most people find it dreadfully<br />boring, something about the imagery resonated deeply with me.<br />When I set out to create a blog, I knew immediately what the title<br />should be. But there is much more to this title than just a line<br />from my favorite movie. </span></pre> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">I've also mentioned here before that at one time in my life I<br />journaled almost obsessively. My journals were always much more<br />than just chronicles of the mundane details of my life, however.<br />A person once told me,after being allowed to read, that when I<br />wrote I held back nothing, and that while I desperately tried to<br />make order of my life, my journals contained all my chaos. It was<br />true. Raw chaos, yes. But also my heart. </span></pre> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">Another of my inspirations is the idea of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pillow_Book">The Pillow Book</a>.<br />I love the exercise of making lists and observations in my writings.<br />One of the first lists I composed in this journal of my heart was<br />a list titled, of course, "What Do You Love?"</span></pre> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">I set out to say everything. And when I began to blog, since<br />I have so little time to put pen to paper now, I originally set<br />out to do the same thing here - to say everything that I love. </span></pre> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">This is much more than just the obvious. I love my husband,<br />my son. I'm learning to love Jesus more and more. Of course those<br />will be topics of reflection here, hopefully more often<br />(as I'm also inspired by <a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/">NieNie</a> to grow and share a more positive<br />outlook on the daily tasks of being a wife and mother.) There are<br />so many more things on those lists, however; not so obvious things,<br />things meant to remind us of the beauty in life. So I begin now. </span></pre> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />What do I love?<br />I love a cup of tea in the morning.<br />Listening to the radio in the middle of the day.<br />Boys with blue eyes (of which I now have two!).<br />A meal outdoors. Warm days with the windows open.<br />The scent of Dove soap. Pretty pajamas. Farmer's markets.<br />New books. A massage. Pens and paper. The milky breath of a baby.<br />Sweaters. </span></pre> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">This is just the beginning. What about you? </span></pre> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">What do <i>you </i>love? </span></pre> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">Go on...say everything. </span></pre> </div>Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-22955324621790192712008-11-03T16:37:00.001-05:002008-11-03T17:06:59.539-05:00Schedule for a Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEIl1PEnKP5zGjt2_x2pBmQHDIvAnNiyKqdSWcVCWVO6JLqWOyarBj6coMw0X3_EpvP2Lzhyphenhyphenj1I6XiEZOwhr3oKvj8dvwMrAJeIRiUR6gTd27une9Lt9AALb9sMinbHKXmarYpGuB9AZQ/s1600-h/Liam+DL+October+20+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="color: magenta;">Have some breakfast.</span></span> <br />
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</span></span></div>Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-66396690817944635242008-10-30T22:50:00.001-04:002008-10-30T23:05:38.900-04:00Do you know Nie?I read lots of blogs. Tons, really. The ones listed on this page are only a few. And in my link-following and reading one day I came across a lovely, charming blog called the NieNie Dialogues. The NieNie Dialogues is authored by Stephanie Nielson, wife and mother of four. I began to enjoy this little blog so much because of the positive outlook shared by NieNie, her creativity, and her ability to focus on the beauty in her life. In the pages she writes odes to her children, their dog, and her adoring love for her husband, Mr. Nielson.<br />
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Well, I certainly was not the only one who was inspired by NieNie. In August of this year, she and her husband were in a private plane crash in Arizona and Stephanie in particular was critically injured. The blog world united and has so far raised nearly $150,000 to aid in the medical expenses for their recovery, which will cost into the millions. The family even made an appearance on the Today Show to talk about this internet phenomenon. I have linked to her page on the left, and to her sister Courtney's blog as well, for updates. <br />
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If you have never heard of the NieNie Dialogues before, check out this sweet and inspiring story. You just might be inspired to post a love letter to your husband on your own blog. I might be as well. Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-56664047287141847972008-10-29T15:26:00.001-04:002008-10-29T15:26:39.763-04:00UNDER CONSTRUCTIONObviously. To be completed soon.Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136428061674583683.post-48542252965769875102008-10-06T11:36:00.000-04:002008-10-06T11:58:19.661-04:00I'm IT!!I've been tagged by Alli at When in Rome. I'm supposed to answer this survey using only one word answers. So here goes!<br />
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1. Where is your cell phone?<br />
Desk.<br />
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2. Where is your significant other?<br />
School<br />
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3. Your hair color?<br />
Brown<br />
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4. Your mother?<br />
Debbie<br />
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5. Your father?<br />
Greg<br />
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6. Your favorite thing?<br />
family<br />
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7. Your dream last night?<br />
None<br />
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8. Your dream/goal?<br />
Sleep<br />
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9. The room you're in?<br />
Office<br />
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10. Your hobby?<br />
none<br />
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11. Your fear?<br />
Loss<br />
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12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?<br />
Georgia<br />
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13. Where were you last night?<br />
church<br />
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14. What you're not?<br />
cleaning<br />
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15. One of your wish-list items?<br />
rugs<br />
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16. Where you grew up?<br />
Georgia<br />
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17. The last thing you did?<br />
clicked<br />
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18. What are you wearing?<br />
sweats<br />
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19. Your TV?<br />
Off<br />
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20. Your pet?<br />
none<br />
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21. Your computer?<br />
Gateway<br />
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22. Your mood?<br />
tired<br />
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23. Missing someone?<br />
Dad<br />
<br />
24. Your car?<br />
Sold<br />
<br />
25. Something you're not wearing?<br />
rings<br />
<br />
26. Favorite store?<br />
Target<br />
<br />
27. Your summer?<br />
over<br />
<br />
28. Love someone?<br />
lots<br />
<br />
29. Your favorite color?<br />
green<br />
<br />
30. When is the last time you laughed?<br />
today<br />
<br />
31. Last time you cried?<br />
Friday<br />
<br />
I'm tagging Bethany, Carrie, Mary, and BRIAN so maybe he will BLOG for once!!! (I'm not sure anyone else reads me...maybe I should do followers and find out??)Linzyannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483001814534375977noreply@blogger.com1