tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54393005678513095142012-02-08T11:17:36.443-05:00Celebrating life uniquely and wonderfully createdQuirkyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18071992365754376413noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439300567851309514.post-61241011806787369042012-01-27T13:34:00.000-05:002012-01-27T13:34:55.182-05:00

School is done is a little over 2 weeks. Sooo not soon enough :-/ Life is an odd pace right now. A year of nights and the girls are really stepping up their game of Let's Hose the New Step-Poppa. Simple rules that have always been the standard are met with defiance. The amount of creativity that goes into getting out of chores is absolutely incredible. If they would harness it into just half of

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I have so many things going on in my head and 12 of them (AT LEAST) I want to write on and each are different but of course totally connected...*DEEEEP Breath* It started a month ago when I snagged a Joyce Meyer Believing God CD Series at the library to listen to on my way to school each night. The majority of it centered on what we of a Pentecostal background like to call 'stinkin thinkin'.

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There's a scene in The Neverending Story where Atreyu is having the 3 gates that he must pass through in order to get to the Southern Oracle. Gate 2 is a mirror. Falcor (eternal optimist Luck Dragon) is very Eh about it which prompts Engywook (the gnomish expert on the Southern Oracle) to become irritated and say to him the lines that keep looping through my head: Engywook: Next is the Magic

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Tonight I'm nestled all snug in my bed at the kick off of the Christmas Season with a sad and heavy heart. Tonight, Brandon and I took the babies downtown Indianapolis to see the lighting of the world's tallest "Christmas Tree". I put it in quotes because what it really is is a monument at the heart of the Circle City that the electricians union suspends multi-colored lights in the shape of a

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Brandon is Scottish in heritage. Being that I am Anglo/Irish Indian on my momma's side, we embrace the anglophile connection we share. In Scotland, families are divided into clans. Inside each clan are several different families i.e. several different last names. They are still apart of the Clan even though the name is different because they fall under the protection of the Laird of the Clan. How

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So it's back....not really "new and improved" since that usually (in my opinion) implies a change that inevitably effs up the thing that I once loved. It's just back. Last year, about this same time, life was changing and... not complicated... just... not my life... but still kind of .... I don't expect that to make sense. I don't know that it made a lot of sense to me. I knew that QuirkyGirlx3

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