tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57532794476750485692024-03-12T19:59:23.369-07:00living watera place where the thirsts of the journey of life may be acknowledged but perhaps not quenchedAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.comBlogger1730125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-59627336746614433882015-06-29T05:10:00.000-07:002015-06-30T05:11:02.762-07:00Mitchells Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Sometimes, you just need a good, deep nap.</span></b></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-36522787464945264182015-06-24T04:29:00.000-07:002015-06-24T04:29:30.763-07:00Love<br />
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<li>The owner of the Caroline Panthers quietly wrote a $100,000 check to pay for the funerals of the victims of the hate crime in Charleston. </li>
<li>UVA is in the finals of the College World Series after having less than a stellar season.</li>
<li>Angel, my parents' dog, slept at my feet all night.</li>
<li>The sound of waves crashing on the shore is peaceful.</li>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Simple goodness abounds in the world.</span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-12365408282277171812015-06-21T04:15:00.000-07:002015-06-22T04:15:49.342-07:00The Secrets of Daddy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is how I found Daddy a few mornings ago. It was early in the morning. He was watching the geese and goslings. He was feeding them old bread.<br />
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This photo shares many qualities of my father.<br />
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He is a giver of little things. The giving of his many little things have always combined to convey the big things of life.<br />
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It shares his love for nature. Nature is his soundtrack.<br />
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He is an early bird. He passed this gene onto me. The hours of Daddy-daughter time are exponentially increased as we share the world before other family members climb out of bed.<br />
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He savors silence. In silence, much is understood.<br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Moral of the Story: I thank God for my Daddy.</b></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-75965251967903283032015-06-20T05:19:00.002-07:002015-06-20T05:19:16.653-07:00What do I do at the beach?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love being at the beach. And, I love being at the beach for a long time.<br />
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Thankfully, I can be at the beach for more than week. Mentally it is freeing.<br />
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For me, going on vacation is a great time to do what I want to do or to not do what I want to do.<br />
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My days have been filled with spending time with family, reading many magazines and books, eating, people-watching, walking/running, watching Today every morning, and thinking.<br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Moral of the Story: I am going to enjoy this season of life.</b></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-29868581894118795272015-06-18T05:06:00.000-07:002015-06-20T05:06:51.989-07:00Sunrise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of my favorite things about the beach is the sunrises each morning. They seem to be similar yet so different. As the rays arise, I think of many things.<br />
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<li>I start anew each day.</li>
<li>The sun continually rises when darkness may have occurred during the night. </li>
<li>With the events we woke up to today, I find hope in the sunrise. Hope in the promises of God. Hope in people. Hope that light will shine.</li>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.-Victor Hugo</span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-44359926515414597912015-06-16T04:57:00.000-07:002015-06-20T04:58:12.887-07:00Foods of the Beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When my family goes to the beach, food is on the priority list next to wearing sunscreen while watching the waves crash for hours and people-watching on the beach.<br />
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My Uncle Drew suggested an ice cream place that is on the outskirts of the beach. The Farmer and I tried to get it when we went back to Cpep. But, the line was out the door. Lucky for me, the line was not out the door when Aunt Pagie and I came back up to the beach today.<br />
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I love mac and cheese. And, I enjoy crab. So, put the two together and you get another great combination--crab mac & cheese.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: I am on a seafood diet. I see food and eat it.</span></b><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-27649006058261452952015-06-14T04:48:00.000-07:002015-06-15T04:48:11.724-07:00A Weekend Escape<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Farmer and I left midday on Friday for a weekend escape with family at the beach. I guess you know you're young when the 4-hour drive turned 6-hour drive is still enjoyable. I'm sure that may change one day.<br />
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The weekend was filled with family, ice cream, listening to bands on the boardwalk at night, days spent reading and napping on the beach, walking dogs, laughing, eating good food, and talking.<br />
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A highlight was playing our traditional game of putt putt. The men get pretty competitive. For some reason, they both came in last and second-to-last. Momma didn't want to play. But, played because any good Momma loves to be with her family. Welp, she made 3 hole-in-ones which made us laugh so hard at Daddy's face.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Looking at vast ocean, always reminds me of the goodness of life.</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-24873364081039360652015-06-06T05:12:00.000-07:002015-06-07T05:13:20.773-07:00Oh, The Places You Will Go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7l84SzcuYUY_d3-7PPGnF-obrbC7X3TMptta6prgQAJ-q9uYNC7vqFZzBquhvngwmhFYiZK6WIsHVRMSJAh1F3gf19zlWo8w4mQYkWezuU7pfqudg5ui_k4C-hpjLnrq0H9DR-2pSjVYk/s1600/IMG_5977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7l84SzcuYUY_d3-7PPGnF-obrbC7X3TMptta6prgQAJ-q9uYNC7vqFZzBquhvngwmhFYiZK6WIsHVRMSJAh1F3gf19zlWo8w4mQYkWezuU7pfqudg5ui_k4C-hpjLnrq0H9DR-2pSjVYk/s200/IMG_5977.jpg" width="150" /></a>I have something to add to my Favorite Things List.<br />
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There was nothing better than driving around picturesque Cpep today. I loved seeing all the balloons tied to stop signs. I loved seeing all the tents in backyards. I loved seeing all the cars parked down driveways. I loved seeing all the people celebrating a graduate.<br />
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I can remember my different graduation parties. They mark a life milestone, a passage into a new chapter.<br />
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I cheer on all the families and friends who got together to celebrate our future today.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Today did not mark an ending but only a beginning for many.</span></b><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-78045833027678417582015-06-05T13:02:00.002-07:002015-06-05T13:02:30.713-07:00Travels<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1qQMXolZPSepWCqfQpSr30p-AFKaANVaBcu3Dv_-7_ieR0bSIPia5NU0CKmQoTKrOt81qSIZWyPu27CoIfXbQFAWFDfSiVishwQLIKbcJq2nrFiOwsLMx6vbJLp2S_9pOrpbdSCOocDD/s1600/IMG_5916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1qQMXolZPSepWCqfQpSr30p-AFKaANVaBcu3Dv_-7_ieR0bSIPia5NU0CKmQoTKrOt81qSIZWyPu27CoIfXbQFAWFDfSiVishwQLIKbcJq2nrFiOwsLMx6vbJLp2S_9pOrpbdSCOocDD/s200/IMG_5916.jpg" width="200" /></a>I spent last night in Cville at the B & B.<br />
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I attended L's Multicultural Fair at school. I got a lot of good ideas, enjoyed watching L do her thing, and learned a lot. Ok, and, I got to sample some very different foods which was neat.<br />
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I enjoy "being" with the family for the rest of the evening before driving back to Cpep this morning.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: One of the most comforting feelings is being with people who <i>know</i> you although you don't see each other daily.</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-3039328237763889982015-06-03T03:56:00.000-07:002015-06-04T03:57:16.675-07:00Graduation Surprise<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ixc9VhlOm4Y" width="560"></iframe><br />
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Press play. Turn the volume up. And, just watch. Wonder. Embrace. Have your inner being touched by the seniors pursuit of fun together.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Play again later if you need a pick-me-up.</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-44921712841882631682015-06-02T16:49:00.002-07:002015-06-02T16:49:39.198-07:00Tuesday Tidbits<br />
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<li>I really savored the cold, crisp day.</li>
<li>Did anyone hear the loud booms of thunder last night? I loved it.</li>
<li>I enjoyed an evening with sweet Annabelle and Married Kat.</li>
<li>Staples is running a promo this week of $2 off any new binder if you recycle an old one.</li>
<li>Perhaps, this summer will be a cool one.</li>
<li>You know it's going to be a good day when fresh lettuce enters your classroom by 8:15.</li>
<li>Can you smell it in the air? Can you hear it? It's the end of the school year. It's another wonderful time of the year.</li>
<li>What's on your summer reading list? I have been slowly building my cart on Amazon.</li>
<li>Rice Krispie treats have to be the easiest thing to make.</li>
<li>Why is it that when you can dress down then you want to dress up and vice versa?</li>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Tonight is a perfect temperature to relax and read.</span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-67566087254984207962015-06-01T15:56:00.002-07:002015-06-01T15:56:19.692-07:00Mitchells Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This photo pretty much sums up Mitchells. He's like a child. If you move, then he takes your seat.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Why should the dog be more comfortable than the human?</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-41161628107529060762015-05-30T04:11:00.000-07:002015-06-01T04:12:11.733-07:00Retirement Party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We got to celebrate the retirement of Janet Lynn this afternoon.<br />
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She spent 30 years as a public educator. Clap. Clap. That is something definitely worth celebrating.<br />
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The celebration meant a cookout mixed of educators and families that have known each other for 20 years as their kids swam at the Rec Club and wove through school together.<br />
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It also meant that Jenna came into town from the north and Kat came in town from the south.<br />
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As the sun set, the conversations were filled with laughter, fear of a snake, and nostalgia.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Some say life begins at retirement.</span></b><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-25300356483877879342015-05-29T05:06:00.000-07:002015-05-30T05:06:15.986-07:00The Song of a Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A colleague gave me a gift today. The thoughtfulness and sincerity of the message left me thinking.<br />
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The gift resounded with me because it paralleled conversations we have had over the past few years, was made be her hands, and was a surprise.<br />
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What touched me more is that we don't share the same space at school (she isn't even in the same physical building), but the gift was extremely personalized.<br />
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It made me really think about the beauty of friendships and connections we develop.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: She knew the song of my heart. She got me. I hope to practice the same with others moving forward.</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-12334242225063379012015-05-28T05:00:00.000-07:002015-05-30T05:00:51.456-07:00Watching the Skies Go By<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tonight, I lounged on a blanket and paused life.<br />
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The seconds meandered by.<br />
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The clouds drifted by.<br />
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The setting sun's colors changed as brush strokes on a canvas.<br />
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The blades of grass sharpened.<br />
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A puppy nibbled at me.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: The beauty and grace of the sky were balm for the soul.</span></b><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-49635674233501857612015-05-27T16:21:00.001-07:002015-05-27T16:21:23.180-07:00Watermelon Pico de Gallo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2udMeKOkIGVCQcc29Np7J8cKj2yNsxVC2Mv_DZ_lyAxPGRco8fncgaAv_TUTSOFX6KXo5RKN5VIK687PKsCfktj0y40T7ReaNUHMSO7zvoWtWXUa3jWbdspXBJabj_nPLNESVq1V7ssD/s1600/IMG_0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2udMeKOkIGVCQcc29Np7J8cKj2yNsxVC2Mv_DZ_lyAxPGRco8fncgaAv_TUTSOFX6KXo5RKN5VIK687PKsCfktj0y40T7ReaNUHMSO7zvoWtWXUa3jWbdspXBJabj_nPLNESVq1V7ssD/s200/IMG_0085.jpg" width="200" /></a>Stop. Get up. Go to the grocery store. Buy a watermelon. Eat some.<br />
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Then, make this...immediately.<br />
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Pioneer Woman's Watermelon Pico de Gallo was a hit and will continue to be a hit. I already have watermelon on my grocery list.<br />
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It's simple. It has few ingredients. It's healthy. It makes a large amount. A kid could make it. And, it has summertime nestled in every bite.<br />
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Here's the <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2013/06/watermelon-pico-de-gallo" target="_blank">recipe</a>.<br />
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Here are some picks of the deliciousness.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: It's even good the day after.</span></b><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-31259537932999757812015-05-26T18:14:00.001-07:002015-05-26T18:14:58.969-07:00Tuesday Tidbits<br />
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<li>I loved the feeling of repeatedly having to tell myself it's Tuesday rather than Monday today.</li>
<li>The constant breeze today was so pleasant.</li>
<li>I have entered the book of Judges with my app.</li>
<li>I made Watermelon Pico de Galo yesterday. It was delish. It's a must-do. I'll post about it later this week.</li>
<li>Worth and I got to FaceTime today as he waited for a flight in Barcelona.</li>
<li>Momma, the dogs, and I went strawberry picking. Yummy. </li>
<li>Thus, it's tick season, folks. I pulled 2 off of Mitchells.</li>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: When I saw the sunset tonight, I thought of the beauty and goodness of the whole day.</span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-30237393104848582492015-05-25T17:56:00.002-07:002015-05-25T17:56:22.049-07:00Mitchells Monday-Memorial Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: <span style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">"For love of country, they accepted death."~James A. Garfield</span></span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-6752851246748991702015-05-24T07:15:00.000-07:002015-05-25T07:15:22.374-07:00Sunday By the RiverWe spent the afternoon enjoying nature while relaxing.<br />
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This is pretty much how a few hours of nature as our soundtrack went...<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">You know a dream is like a river</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Ever changin' as it flows</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">And a dreamer's just a vessel</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">That must follow where it goes</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Trying to learn from what's behind you</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">And never knowing what's in store</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Makes each day a constant battle</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Just to stay between the shores...and</span></i></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">I will sail my vessel</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">'Til the river runs dry</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Like a bird upon the wind</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">These waters are my sky</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">I'll never reach my destination</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">If I never try</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">So I will sail my vessel</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">'Til the river runs dry</span></i></span></b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-45361729626326690032015-05-23T05:57:00.000-07:002015-05-24T05:58:19.336-07:00Young Adult Picnic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBH87H-LVnBtWwPJJT4Tn1YdgfHQjS9nbimgchyyfHZCOy4obmvY_U6YLNtbtZqGIeo-2bDeyp_y2cJpOuBEh0tqloyVjCLogk1qSKLYDPzGGWjBKSGlGyO9H6gOyB0Tw_XwC6Ye2QbHLZ/s1600/IMG_0072-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBH87H-LVnBtWwPJJT4Tn1YdgfHQjS9nbimgchyyfHZCOy4obmvY_U6YLNtbtZqGIeo-2bDeyp_y2cJpOuBEh0tqloyVjCLogk1qSKLYDPzGGWjBKSGlGyO9H6gOyB0Tw_XwC6Ye2QbHLZ/s200/IMG_0072-1.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3a2rGSBHs__wJUAYXtqV9IhkL6CMBxLIXPXx2Sl08PWOdG9TdQqeyYBlp4z4QlgiH4vlxlYSebSvm2b2F4xIm5ZPVzSyrTALZNTYiwlpkAk6S2L8hoU5PGBWGnEcDC7FoUV5cXYjhTPY6/s1600/IMG_0069-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3a2rGSBHs__wJUAYXtqV9IhkL6CMBxLIXPXx2Sl08PWOdG9TdQqeyYBlp4z4QlgiH4vlxlYSebSvm2b2F4xIm5ZPVzSyrTALZNTYiwlpkAk6S2L8hoU5PGBWGnEcDC7FoUV5cXYjhTPY6/s200/IMG_0069-1.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
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The Farmer and I hosted the Young Adult Picnic for our church today at the farm.<br />
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Both our parents helped in many ways.<br />
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Some of the highlights included all the little munchkins running around, sharing in community, Mitchells not biting anyone, the flawless weather, fishing, strawberry picking, and the great spread of cookout food.<br />
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Some of my favorite highlights was spending the morning with Momma as we prepped together, while the other was watching the sun set over the mountains on a great day with The Farmer.<br />
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: A community gives everyone strength for the journey.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Sweet summertime is greeted with open arms.</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-54634644265212028162015-05-21T03:43:00.002-07:002015-05-21T03:44:01.960-07:00Made My Heart Happy<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: "UVA empowered me to recognize that if there is a change I wish to see in myself or in the community and world that I can be that change."~Katie Bailey, UVA Class of 2015</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-39230067772896152932015-05-19T17:42:00.001-07:002015-05-19T17:42:26.079-07:00Tuesday Tidbits<br />
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<li>Today there were true signs that it is the month of May.</li>
<li>I gave an SOL test today.</li>
<li>I attended one of my favorite highlights of the year--preschool graduation at church.</li>
<li>It was humid.</li>
<li>I am pulling out the patriotic colors and decorations.</li>
<li>Schedules are starting to clear.</li>
<li>I wake up to birds chirping.</li>
<li>I fall asleep quickly.</li>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: The end of the year always gives me time to look back and see how <i>big</i> it was for many.</span></b></div>
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This is what we looked like at the Vet today. He had to get shots.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Maybe dogs are like children?</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00162903055473920705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753279447675048569.post-49322807599888024742015-05-05T16:27:00.000-07:002015-05-05T16:27:18.378-07:00Tuesday Tidbits<br />
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<li>I'm still feeling 'wild' when I get to do laundry on a Tuesday night.</li>
<li>I woke up to a cat fight on my back deck this morning. I knocked on the window to let them know they needed to settle down.</li>
<li>I 'killed' my lettuce bowl last week. So, I cut all the wilted lettuce off. Now, it's back. Good to go.</li>
<li>We continued the tradition of BOGO at Chipotle today for Teacher Appreciation Week (even though the memo circulating on Facebook was from last year).</li>
<li>A student gave me a venus flytrap for Teacher Appreciation Week.</li>
<li>The 2-hour birth episode is coming on tonight for 19 Kids & Counting.</li>
<li>Halley's Comet may be visible tonight.</li>
<li>A Smart Cookie wouldn't claim a paper today because the writing was "way to neat." </li>
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<b><span style="color: #073763;">Moral of the Story: Tomorrow brings another great day of opportunity.</span></b></div>
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