tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86883700914994130602024-03-19T07:31:12.063-05:00Challenge YourselfI want you to get excited about your life!turbofiremomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01059862496227045684noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688370091499413060.post-45111858920461383932011-05-11T19:30:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:37:49.453-05:00There's Roses Among The Thorns, LOOK!I was so against Facebook, frankly I still am. I really dislike the fact the a lot of people feel the need to post their really personal business. What bothers me the most is when people post negative thoughts about their children, spouses, or family. I also hate that there's really no personality to it. Bland, boring, dull if you ask me. Facebook reunited me with a jr high crush, pffft, could've gone a whole nother life time without that connection. Now I will say this, Facebook has connected me with some really truly lovely people such as old girlfriends from jr. high (Apparently they dated the same dork I did, thanks for the warning!) Some other truly inspiring photographers, and even some forgotten family. So while I still hate Facebook, I will keep it. Sometimes God puts roses among the thorns you just have to LOOK!turbofiremomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01059862496227045684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688370091499413060.post-18367618515256172792011-05-11T17:47:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:37:49.662-05:00The Reasons I Love My Grandma's House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy2rL8cS_p_waXQYKJlKxRxMmutHFMip2NAFvZTA-UuFXJWAbTjdJDcKBVep8kxvMavaMnYNSiFGl6tfkwCyg8QohmeiQY690aX0ZMi2to9Dx9AmB5d31biQ7VFXgHzLp9a1TAHc8EvwwB/s1600/quilts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy2rL8cS_p_waXQYKJlKxRxMmutHFMip2NAFvZTA-UuFXJWAbTjdJDcKBVep8kxvMavaMnYNSiFGl6tfkwCyg8QohmeiQY690aX0ZMi2to9Dx9AmB5d31biQ7VFXgHzLp9a1TAHc8EvwwB/s320/quilts.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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It's the moments that you capture and hold forever in your heart.turbofiremomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01059862496227045684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688370091499413060.post-37192589171650056392011-05-10T23:00:00.001-05:002011-05-10T23:39:20.484-05:00One of My Guilty Pleasures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYfzHKWXlykIQkQFVQuPMEH4ezWhynBoInWlk2WtRC4bXvuhlTPHeurIH2E8pvxcJRdx-GmRX_qBycAJPx12h5C26BvzzFIEGNkHTsfhm4c5crmOUpxPrGziAwJymVURvCWif24Qx8Qon/s1600/IMG_3340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYfzHKWXlykIQkQFVQuPMEH4ezWhynBoInWlk2WtRC4bXvuhlTPHeurIH2E8pvxcJRdx-GmRX_qBycAJPx12h5C26BvzzFIEGNkHTsfhm4c5crmOUpxPrGziAwJymVURvCWif24Qx8Qon/s320/IMG_3340.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>There's just something about scrambled egg sandwiches, or is it just an Okie thing? I could eat a dozen at a time, which probably explains a lot. These include scrambled eggs, sausage, shredded cheese, and of course mayo. Mmmmm, try not to bite your screen. I wont be enjoying these too often. Lol.turbofiremomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01059862496227045684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688370091499413060.post-53683175459844210072011-05-10T15:26:00.002-05:002011-05-11T03:58:54.042-05:00Maybe, Just Maybe!<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: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMc6pql2KVlkoTy5LW_lCpDi0NYwhS4zyzLQs49vCTP5lkedIAFgLwifUF6SyRx70WK6OiTPRtXCrnQ3707NNlPkLtf0pGa81nFDWHjHUF40yyJ0dhdcdjNvmPDSoSGsjio98w6SFZhEQ/s1600/stay-positive.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/AVvXsEjSMc6pql2KVlkoTy5LW_lCpDi0NYwhS4zyzLQs49vCTP5lkedIAFgLwifUF6SyRx70WK6OiTPRtXCrnQ3707NNlPkLtf0pGa81nFDWHjHUF40yyJ0dhdcdjNvmPDSoSGsjio98w6SFZhEQ/s200/stay-positive.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lou Holtz once said, "Life is ten percent what happens and ninety percent how you response to it." I remember reading that and thinking to myself how true is that? We all have the ability to make a difference in the world, or at least in the life of another. I have decided that I must make some major changes in my life if I want to be something more! Something great. We all have something deep inside us just waiting to be revealed. I believe in you. I believe in me. Changes are coming and it's going to be wonderful. Wont you join me?</span><br />
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