I’m just gonna come out and say that NOTHING….. NOOOOOOOTHING is worse than a dog w/the runs. Talk about DISGUSTINGNESS in your home. Sorry for the TMI, but I’ve been dealing with it and it’s been HORRIBLE.
So in my search for a remedy I turned my plea to Twitter… and {@ToBeThode} or for her blog {CLICK HERE} recommended Canned, pure pumpkin…. holy cow bells, people (or tweeple if you’re peekin in from Twitter)IT WORKS! It really, really works!!!!!
So, next time your dog has the runs…. MIX PUMPKIN IN WITH THE FOOD. And that is all 🙂
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Do you ever imagine life in the days when taking a train ride was a normal thing? A regular way of travel… where you’d see you’re love come off the train, coming back from war? Such simpler times…
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“An act of God was defined as something which no reasonable man could have expected.” ~Author Unknown
I was planning on something completely different for this Motivating Monday, something geared towards pregnancy loss since we just celebrated the 3 year anniversary of the loss of our baby, Mya.
I’m not going there today. Instead I want to talk about a miracle. On Friday I {wrote a post} on an accident that my friend’s sister got into. An accident that resulted in the death of her husband and blood clots on her brain, a broken neck and more injuries. An accident that also involved a 3 month old baby girl. I know, not very motivating, highly depressing, but there’s a reason why I’m using this story for my Motivating Monday.
We come upon moments in life where we are in desperate need of a miracle. Things happen sometimes that leave us speechless wondering… how? How is this possible. My opinion… these miracles come straight from our Heavenly Father above.
The car accident that happened on Thursday night somehow produced a miracle. The miracle was that the baby was in her car seat, yet the seat belt came unconnected from the car. The only thing wrong with baby Cora is that she has a chipped toenail. How that is possible? Nothing less, nothing more than a miracle straight from above.
Sometimes when we think that the impossible is impossible we’re wrong. Sometimes a miracle can happen right before I eyes. I don’t know how Cora is completely okay, I don’t know how a lot of miracles in life happen, but the thing is they do.
I’m going to say that we should never lose hope on anything in life, because we NEVER know when God will be there to pick up the pieces, put them together and create a masterpiece that we call our miracle.
My continued prayers are with the Doshier & Alder families. If you would like to express your prayers for the family please do so by going {HERE} to Katie & Ryan’s personal blog. It’s heart breaking to see their happy pictures together and then to read of such a tragedy striking them. They do update this blog with all news….. they need all the prayers that they can get. Not only for the recovery of Katie, but also for the mending of all hearts for the loss of Ryan.
I wrote what I had to write about Mya. It was a post from my heart, and this is going to be one too. I wish that people remembered her. I wish that people understood why I love her and miss her so much. I wish that people who I am close to in my life would remember that September 5th is a day that maybe you should call me, maybe you should see how I’m doing. Everybody calls for Jayden and Ella’s birthday, but what about THIS DAY? This day I need a call, because every year it’s just as hard. Every year my heart aches… every year, I feel like I can’t talk to anybody who’s close to me besides my husband, because it’s a subject that has been forgotten. She has been forgotten. And that hurts.
Maybe it’s not important to them, but it’s important to ME, and that should be enough to call me. I didn’t receive 1 call from 1 person. The only people that remembered were online friends… online friends that have been there for me through it all, have a sincere heart and know how I feel.
I’m sorry, but I needed to get this out…. this is a day that is HARD on me, and why is it that it’s a day that nobody remembers? I don’t want Mya to be forgotten.
I’m strong. I can hold myself together and put a smile on my face when I shouldn’t. I can justify anything and look for the light at the end of the tunnel. But I need to remember that I don’t always have to do this. It’s okay for me to be mad, upset, depressed, disappointed.
3 years ago today my daughter died. 3 years ago today I cried and cried and prayed that it wasn’t true. Prayed that the next day when we went for the confirmation of demise u/s there would be a heart beat. 3 years ago today I clutched my stomach where my once moving baby kicked me to feel nothing. That’s not okay. I know that if there was no Mya there’d be no Ella, but maybe… maybe Ella would have just come later. Maybe I would have been able to have both girls. It’s not okay to have to lose something that you love so much, lose something you’ve never met, but know as well as you know yourself.
Pregnancy loss is one of the most heartbreaking things to go through. I could not fathom losing one of my babies that I’ve seen their beautiful faces and got to know there personalities, because that in itself is unfathomable, but strangely…. I think that losing Mya was almost just as bad. No, I didn’t ever get to know her, but I did get to feel her. I already loved her, I already had her future planned out for what I wished for her. My son was excited, my husband would put his hand on my stomach to feel her flutter into it. She loved Tacos {my BIGGEST craving with her} 3 years ago today I ate tacos for the last time of her being inside of me… I’m sad that she wasn’t still with me to enjoy them.
I am sad that time goes on without her. I am sad that time is starting to heal, and there are days that go by that she isn’t on my mind. I am sad that our family is happy, happier than we’ve ever been and she isn’t here to get to experience that happiness with us.
I wonder if she visits us ever. I wonder if she is there waiting for us. I wonder if she loves us as much as we love her. I wonder if when we send her balloons that she gets them. I wonder if God tells her about me, since I didn’t get to tell her about Him. I wonder if they have angel celebrations in heaven and if September 5th is a joyous day for her, because they’re celebrating her.
This is the 1st year that we didn’t celebrate “Her” day on this day ~ Gino worked today and we decided that tomorrow will be all about Mya. Tomorrow she will get her balloons, tomorrow she will get a note from her mom, tomorrow will be her day… and I feel guilty that it won’t be on “Her” day.
Our days are never promised, we are here living our lives in hopes that we live a long, healthy life. That is not always the case. You may wake up one day, have the best day of your life, and never make it to the next morning.
It’s a sad, scary, thing that for the most part we try to not think about. I like to think that I will be around for many years to come, that I will get to meet my Great or even Great-Great Grandchildren. But reality is, I may step into my car today and never get out alive. Worse to me is one of my loved ones could step into a car and never come out alive.
It’s a fact and it’s a fact that scares the living crap out of me. You never, ever know when your last kiss will be. You never know when you will see that smile for the last time. We need to treasure every, single moment granted to us on this earth, because every, single moment is so precious.
I received a phone call at 6am with tragic news, news that has me thinking about life. A very young, married couple traveled on a road I know too well to head home after a vacation. Right now, 1 is dead, 1 is on life support and their 3 month old baby is on their way to the hospital to be with her grieving family.
I do not personally know this couple, but I am very good friends with one of their siblings. I am utterly heart broken for the family, I am utterly heart broken for the wife who is now responding as they’re going to attempt to take her off of life support for the moment she discovers that her husband is gone. That there will be no more smiles, no more kisses, no more arguments… no more nothing. That life she loved will never be the same. How in the world do you find the strength to breathe after finding something like that out? How do you move on when the one person who you are supposed to live your life with is gone?
Do you let the ones in your life know how much you love them every, single day? Do you fret over small stuff that in the end doesn’t matter? Strangely this has been an eye opener for me…. I need to focus more on each day as the last day of my life. Would I spend it bickering with my husband, being frustrated with my kids and the house? No…. I definitely would not. So on days where I’ve just had it, I’ll hug my babies, hug my husband and thank Heavenly Father for this day I have with them…. because they are my world, and I couldn’t fathom even the thought of not having them in it.
Doshier family, you and your entire family is in my prayers. I pray that hearts are comforted, that your sister is healed both physically and emotionally. I am here if you need anything and I am so, so, so sorry that this had to happen. I am sickened for everyone and you will remain in my thoughts and prayers throughout this horrible healing process.
Friday absolutely rocks! I totally have been neglecting my Friday Favorites lately, so I figured I’d try to start back up again in doing this and combine them with my Aloha Fridays.
If you’re here for Aloha Friday and frankly don’t care of about my favorite things this week, then you can scroll down to the question.
While on a hike for pictures, my friend {Brittany} and I were talking and my 8 year old son actually said to us, “For pete’s sake! Less talking more walking!” I’m telling you, people, the things that comes out of this kid’s mouth is UN-NORMAL…. WOW!
Ella’s vocabulary has EXPLODED! A few of my favorite new phrases, “Are you ready to rock?!?!” “NO WAY!” “SERIOUSLY??” She is just a total crackup!
The week was pretty laid back, so sadly those are the only favorites that come to my mind… oh, and we had WONDERFUL picnics… on Sunday we had one as a family and on Tuesday we had one with Brittany and baby Paxton.
I tend to take simple things and dissect them to completely understand the point. I know, it’s a flaw, but I hate double doing something and if there’s 2 of something I need to understand what the major differences are, and why choose one over the other.
When going to subscribe to a blog to get updates when they update do you subscribe via RSS or do you follow their blog?
I hate that there are 2 ways to do this and don’t know which one is better. I notice that if I follow a blog their updates go in my Google Reader anyways. What do you do? I think I’ve decided to follow if there is a follow gadget on their blog, and if there’s not then I’ll subscribe via RSS. I tried putting the Google Follow Gadget on my blog, but it gets errors for some reason…. so I’m working on this for the people who like to follow more than subscribe.
I can’t wait to hear other’s thoughts on this, because it’s something I know is SO SIMPLE, but I just need to know how other’s determine which way to use.
I wanted to share something that I TOTALLY LOVE! I’m probably going to post this today for Things I Love Thursday and then again on Works for me Wednesday, because it is that awesome.
Do you have a young child that likes to play on the internet? There is an internet browser FOR THEM! It’s called {Kid Rocket} and has preset sites for kids, a timer, a light bright game, helps out with reading… it is AMAZING! It has on it all of the sites that my son loves to go on already plus some that we never even knew about.
It’s the safest way for your kid to play online…. and I love it!
I am a Mormon. I am not a perfect Mormon. I am not an I think I am better than you Mormon. I am just a Mormon. Just like I am just a mom, just a wife (yes, I am the only wife as we do not believe in Polygamy), just a daughter, just a friend. I am just a Mormon.
I have had people find out before look at me sideways because of the fact that I am a Mormon. I have had it thrown in my face multiple times at anything I do that isn’t up to non-Mormon’s standards. For instance the first blow someone has at me in any argument is “You claim to be Mormon.” I don’t claim anything! I am a Mormon, excuse me for not being as perfect as you! It’s frustrating to me that people expect me to be this perfect person that does no wrong, just because I am LDS. I just don’t get that. I am pretty sure the last time I checked there’s not 1 perfect soul in this world… not 1.
So, I thought I would elaborate today on…..
What does being a Mormon mean to me?
It means to me that I have found something that is big in my life. Something I love and something that explains to me what the purpose of life is.
It means to me that I have a savior, Jesus Christ, and I have a Heavenly Father that loves me and accepts and forgives me. I know the difference between right and wrong and have a support system to help me choose correctly, although when I mess up I know that I have a chance to redeem myself through repentance and prayer.
It means that I know that I’m not perfect, I never intend to be perfect although I can strive to be.
It means that I want to give my children a chance at having good morals, faith in something they grow to love and know, and more importantly a family that holds values that they can bring on with them throughout their lives.
It means that I’m just another child of Heavenly Father’s on this Earth trying to figure out what being a mom, a wife, raising a family and having faith is really all about ~ which is a lifetime journey that I am so happy to be taking.
So in my search for a remedy I turned my plea to Twitter… and {@ToBeThode} or for her blog {CLICK HERE} recommended Canned, pure pumpkin…. holy cow bells, people (or tweeple if you’re peekin in from Twitter)IT WORKS! It really, really works!!!!!
