tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46275284075545684022024-03-05T01:18:34.106-08:00Practical MagicRachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-48858327112340477722014-02-26T08:23:00.001-08:002014-02-26T08:23:13.529-08:00AccomplishmentsSo many accomplishments...where to begin? A little Star Spirit award? Nominated for Employee of the Quarter and up for Employee of the Year? Or how about that 26.2 miles I ran to complete my first Chicago Marathon? Or...spending a lot of time with a certain boy I'm head over heels for?<br />
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I. Have. Been. Busy!!! I don't get to blog as much as I want, or even read all of the blogs I used to pore over every night. I think I did that because I was bored and lonely and needed a sense of family out there. In another words when I was still married I was looking for diversions from the daily grind of life and trying to cope with an angry depressed husband and this was my one and only outlet.<br />
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I find it amazing after I started to run and date and the deal with work and my children that I stopped looking for diversions and started living. REALLY living. Its been such a great feeling and i feel so blessed for what I have right now. Any I wouldn't change it any other way! I do love Nie Nie and reading about her life, she is such an amazing woman and has been through so much. Always an inspiration to other people.<br />
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Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-30407940378468458162013-08-30T09:24:00.000-07:002013-08-30T09:24:04.563-07:00Fearless at Thirty-FiveI have it all...well...sorta. Because who really has it all together? Not this crazy single mom of two happy active normal girls! My life is a roller coaster...but a happy one at that:)<br />
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I'm dating one of the greatest guys I've ever met in my life. And surprise surprise he was right under my nose the entire time....delicate subject but we work together and I'm so happy with him. Amazing what a healthy normal relationship is like. I didn't ever have that with my ex husband and wowser...the difference is so remarkable! Its nice being taken care of (emotionally) for once and not have to be the life saver to someone who is needy, selfish and mentally ill. Because that my friends is severely draining.<br />
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So it's been a gigantic year for me. One of the milestones was getting healthy. And feeling good. Training for a marathon (coming up). Making sure my kids are ok. Receiving a few major awards at work. Dating. And turning thirty-five.<br />
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For this occasion, I wanted nothing more than to kick up my heels, have a shit ton of fun and celebrate with all of my closest friends. Which turned out to be about twenty people, at a country bar, lots of drinks and lots of dancing. It was everything i have ever wanted out of a birthday party and more. I was being selfish for me, wanting to be the center of attention and basically shouting out to the world - look at me! Look how HAPPY I am. Look how AMAZING I look and feel. It's all so good. So very very good. This is my life. Love it.<br />
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<br />Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-81724728306936989872013-08-19T14:20:00.000-07:002013-08-19T14:20:23.919-07:00Sugar ShakersNFL Draft Name. Fun and crazy!<br />
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Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-77151134297701742342013-04-01T21:18:00.000-07:002013-04-01T21:18:14.103-07:00Serenity PrayerGod grant me the serenity<br />
To accept the things I can not change;<br />
Courage to change the things I can;<br />
And wisdom to know the difference.<br />
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Living one day at a time;<br />
Enjoying one moment at a time;<br />
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;<br />
Taking, as He did, this sinful world,<br />
Trusting that He will make all things right,<br />
If I surrender to his will,<br />
That I may be reasonably happy in this life<br />
And supremely happy with Him<br />
Forever in the next.<br />
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This prayer has been my constant companion for a year, thanks to a wonderful friend. I consider it a gift he gave me and I am so happy he did. This past Easter was one of my favorites. Ever. I got to spend it with my girls and going to church to worship was one of the best moments for me. I have come so far and I finally FINALLY feel connected to the big guy above. I feel as if He is finally listening and if I stay still long enough to reflect, I can feel Him and I do hear Him.<br />
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I hope everyone had a blessed Easter and or me, life is finally back on track.<br />
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Luvs.Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-50056098296233888102013-03-14T21:45:00.000-07:002013-03-14T21:45:00.428-07:00Happy Days It has come to my attention that my blogging life is sorely lacking....again. Oh all right its just plain taken a back seat to all the madness that has become my life of late. Hey, no one ever said being a single mom to two beautiful girls was going to be easy. I have a job. Many jobs! Being a mommy is the most important one of course...endless hours of homework, play dates, sports, sleepovers, shopping trips and family time. Then there is a little matter of my full time design job, freelance work, volunteer and mentoring inner city kids and college students, training for triathlons and marathons and sometimes being a maid/cook/house keeper!<br />
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Whew! Even I'm tired after writing that and it is only the tip of the iceberg. But guess what? It is just plain awesome. I am at a point in my life where everything feels right. All is well, I am extremely happy, my kids are happy, my job is going well (kudo's to my award winning year so far:) and I have become involved in so many opportunities that would not have been possible had I still been married. Well, lets rephrase that...yes possible, but not something I would have been "allowed" to explore or volunteer for.<br />
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Needing to fill my time in when I was missing my kids, I decided to get off my ass and do something about it. Why not fill in the time with my second passion behind design and that is working with kids, big and small. So I found some great non profit organizations where I feel as if I really am making a difference in a childs life. Through guidance, patience, and my creative talents I have been able to foster the creativity and imaginations of inner city kids. And it's been amazing so far!<br />
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But back to that happiness...I never would have been able to find it had it not been for some amazing friends, a whole lot of self reflecting and forgiving. Yes, I had to forgive and forget and do it quickly. Otherwise I'd still be stuck and that is not a cool place to be.<br />
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The only thing that's missing is sharing my happiness with someone else. I'm totally ok with being on my own, after all it's been less than a year since the divorce was final. But let me tell you, dating kinda sucks. I just want to fast forward through all the stuff in the beginning and be totally comfortable with someone. I don't know what the rules are, I can't stand being a serial dater and having all these dates lined up (who has time for that???). I just want a nice boy that enjoys who I am and who will be my partner in life and not try to dominate me again. And I'm really freaking scared that will happen yet again.<br />
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As for my broken life, dreams and heart I have found that time is a great healer. Its also allowed me to become the person I was meant to be....and reclaim who I used to be. I am such a better version of the person I was over the last 15 years because lets face it....little by little I lost that girl. She became lost in the demands and pressure of being the perfect wife, mother, daughter, daughter-in-law and friend. Her voice, ideas, opinions and worth became lost on her quest to pleasing so many other people and not wanting to step on toes or anger anyone. She stopped compromising or fighting back and just kinda gave in.<br />
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That was SO not me and I see that now. I've busted out of my shell, have become super assertive and basically go after what I want and tell it like it is. I have become very opinionated again, I argue and get MY point of view across and let my voice be heard. My ex husband loves to tell me I've become a major bitch....well no sorry hun but I've become a strong confident woman who will not listen to or put up with your bullshit and bullying ways. I say that with a large smile on my face because it is So. TRUE.<br />
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Well, I always have a lot to say and this is just the tip of the iceberg! Stay tuned for my love life gone wild, I'm sure I will have some totally awesome stories to share in the coming months and years. I already have some totally great and not so great horror dating stories....so stay tuned my friends. And since it's already almost midnight, her is a shout out to my BEST FRIEND in the whole wide world, miss Lindsey. Your my rock babe...and STILL older than me:)<br />
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<br />Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-91453343213776923942012-07-09T11:29:00.001-07:002012-07-09T11:30:23.199-07:00What's Up People???I am normal. I am happy.<br />
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Hmmm...that's what I keep telling myself but boy is it true. I have come such a loooooong looooong way since October of last year, when the demise of my marriage was imminent.<br />
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The divorce was finalized a month ago and if ever there was a better word to describe me, it is STRONG. FIERCE. AMAZING.<br />
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Because I have moved forward with my life and it FEELS GREAT!!!<br />
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I ALSO RAN A 1/2 MARATHON!!!<br />
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That was 13.1 miles of sweat and tears. I set a goal in January to keep my mind off the shitty things going on in my life and it sure helped me focus. I did it for the girls. I did it for myself. It was such a relief to meet those goals, they certainly kept me going.<br />
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Life is good people and I am finally back!!!Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-44314038828840433482012-05-01T11:37:00.002-07:002012-05-01T11:37:35.965-07:00And So It BeginsThe journey has been long and arduous.<br />
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Sad. Painful. Hurt. Anger. Devastation. Fearful. Stressed. Pissed Off. Depressed. Tearful. Strong. Hopeful. Vengeful.<br />
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You name it, I've had all of these emotions ranging through my small person in the last six months. It's been hard dealing with one person's decisions and not having any control over it.<br />
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All I know is I am strong. A wonderful mother and friend. And a survivor.<br />
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The papers were filed on Friday by my soon to be ex-spouse. It's hard to put into words what I was feeling. I was glad to get the show on the road, but sad to know a ten year marriage is coming to an end.<br />
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Well then.<br />
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More to come on this particular subject!<br />
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<br />Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-45366613666838581472012-04-08T19:38:00.000-07:002012-04-08T19:38:57.679-07:00A Lovely DayHappy Easter people!!! It was a beautiful sunny day today and I'm grateful for many things. This was the first holiday I was not surrounded by my family and children, as they were with their father. <br />
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It was also the first Easter I did not attend church and I have some very mixed feelings about that. I just didn't have the strength to go by myself. I know I should feel loved and safe and full of faith in my congregation, but the thought of going alone and opening the floodgates just didn't appeal. I cry every time I go to church because I feel the pain and grief the most when I reflect in the sanctuary. And for selfish reasons, I wanted to be happy today and not flooded with grief or tears.<br />
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I am making such good progress lately and I'm healing. I have moved on and started to forgive myself for feeling so miserable and depressed. It was part of the grieving process and I'm feeling stronger and healthier every day. I also talked to a new friend last night who has gone through the exact same thing as me. He has such good advice and we were able to share our stories with a bit of uh our and laughter. I finally felt normal and really thought to myself...I can do this, I am not alone with my hurt, anger, grief, and feelings. I am ready to moveon I the next chapter of my life. <br />
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After our conversation, I think I was glowing. Oh yes indeed. So because of that, I felt great today and was able to spend the holiday by myself. He left me with a little something and it goes like this....<br />
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God grant me the serenity To accept the things I can not change,<br />
Courage to change the things I can,<br />
And wisdom to know the difference.<br />
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Love you all.Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-88797034469547806862012-03-22T20:07:00.000-07:002012-03-22T20:07:10.810-07:00Hunger Games!!!Are you excited???? Are ya? Are ya? Well I am because the show opens at midnight tonight!!!! I'm not going to it at midnight(please people, I value my sleep) but I am going tomorrow night and I'm really excited!!!<br />
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Have you read the book? It took me exactly two whole days to read it from beginning to end. Then I ran out and bought the next two. Because I was hooked... No wait make that obsessed! <br />
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OMG! Girls night out and we are all going to rock the side braid and and hunger games tshirts. Woot!!! <br />
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I will report in tmorrow....good night ya'll.Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-32620451293310101712012-03-20T20:26:00.000-07:002012-03-20T20:26:06.451-07:00Spring is Here?Well then.<br />
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Spring is surely here...actually it skipped over spring and went straight to summer here in Minnesota. It's a whopping 80 degrees on St. Pattys Day (two days ago) and in the high 70's just days following.<br />
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What the heck??? This is almost unheard of! We usually don't usher in spring until late April, early May. This is AMAZING!!! It usually even snows a few days on April but all of the weather guys are saying it just won't happen because it's so warm.<br />
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Well then.Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-26946264241116830202012-03-03T14:25:00.000-08:002012-03-03T14:25:20.655-08:00The Lorax was Seussariffic!!!What a terrific movie!!! Beautiful graphics, great music and a wonderful story line. If you have kids, I highly recommend going to see it. <br />
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It was Dr. Seuss's 96th birthday yesterday and the kids have been learning all about him this past week. Aliyah has been eagerly reading her favorite books and miss Alex has been reciting little nuggets of information all over the place.<br />
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So if you haven't yet, go see the show:)Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-9283228780128937612012-03-02T06:49:00.000-08:002012-03-02T06:49:13.442-08:00Family<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8X6MQQJpR1BkkYIMCO2kkwwZoKwxcm42U0MRrsS3or5i_lqel0Atd4RinB05M4_Qjwq_bi-gn887HvGDGTTBC5jo8EGdkbYiJOyzU5T_9h8r_IjlLKO033NetQhJ01F_Ypckuz0k_Nc/s1600/Tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8X6MQQJpR1BkkYIMCO2kkwwZoKwxcm42U0MRrsS3or5i_lqel0Atd4RinB05M4_Qjwq_bi-gn887HvGDGTTBC5jo8EGdkbYiJOyzU5T_9h8r_IjlLKO033NetQhJ01F_Ypckuz0k_Nc/s400/Tree.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><br />
Family means a lot to me and when I stumbled upon this little gem, I was in alt. Just look at this! I have had a lot of support and helping hands in the last few months, and I have come to value those friends. They listen, don't judge, give encouraging words, and are always there when I need a pick me up. So I wish I could create a "friend tree" as well. Happy Friday everyone!<br />
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Because it is our mighty Presidents day, the girls have the day off from school. I love these kind of days, which is another day off rolling from the weekend. It's makes it long and I feel like I got a lot done and finally feel rested. Love that feeling!<br />
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I like being able to get some work done around the house, snack on everything in site, get caught up on personal projects (wedding invites for a great friend), pay some bills, and catch up on my favorite blog sites which is usually only about once or twice a week. So it's like opening up a much anticipated magazine (Real Simple is my fav, along with Martha Stewart) and reading from cover to end. <br />
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The girls had a few play dates today which always makes the day that much more fun. Alex was picked up this morning by a friend and they went to the YMCA to play basketball, swim, and go to her friends house afterward. Aliyah and I also went to the Y to swim with her friends Zoe and Lily. Zoe came to our house afterward, I bought them lunch and after they snuggled on the couch to watch some TV and migrated to the floor to play some games. Now they are tearing up the house, chasing after Milley and I can hear them hooting on the saxophone.<br />
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Ahhh, children. They are such a blessing. My life feels so much more complete with my darling daughters and I thank Him everyday for them!!! Except when they are being sassy bad and stealing my fresh, perfect lipstick tubes.......Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-64985973294433904842012-02-17T09:41:00.000-08:002012-02-17T09:41:15.600-08:00Rising Star<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlcuyhWvmdLVrfJNjPzm2kb1_IvMdTrhhl-LUCna66MZvSPd82_J34eSFHl00seJA2OHtXXO0AWgcAbeSnvD6ZLditeTn8zJ45YqEhyV10_IZtSGNFEjHKDTxAre8o2lrB7A3HI0IULKA/s1600/Alex_Artwork.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlcuyhWvmdLVrfJNjPzm2kb1_IvMdTrhhl-LUCna66MZvSPd82_J34eSFHl00seJA2OHtXXO0AWgcAbeSnvD6ZLditeTn8zJ45YqEhyV10_IZtSGNFEjHKDTxAre8o2lrB7A3HI0IULKA/s320/Alex_Artwork.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div>My darling daughter Alex had her artwork selected to be in a student art show for the Arts Alliance in Elk River. There was one piece per grade selected and hers was it. Yay! It's nice to know she has some creative juices like her mother. She tells me all the time she wants to be an artist like her mommy. I laugh and tell her all the time as long as she makes money and isn't a "starving" artist then that is fine with me. That girl is such a joy. But really, children are such a joy.Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-1337387915484258282012-02-08T21:18:00.000-08:002012-02-08T21:18:24.352-08:00Journal TherapyA very good friend of mine at work recently learned of my separation. She kept hugging me and telling me I was a strong person and so beautiful how dare he just up and leave me. Anyway, I was telling her about how I keep gathering all of these thoughts in my head for the day I am brave enough to finally tell him how I really feel about the whole situation. <br />
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For you see, every time I had a conversation with him during our rough times, I would be so anxious, panic filled and feeling desperate that I could never gather my thoughts and I would completely blank out. I wanted to write important things down, which would make him so angry. I could also barely get thru a conversation without sobbing and barely being able to cope, which again, he hated and would be so impatient with me. <br />
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I was telling my friend how now that I've come out of my fog and feel bitterness and rage and sadness that I someday want to express to him, she asked if I was writing those thoughts down so I wouldnt forget about them.<br />
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So when I got to work there was a beautiful journal at my desk, from my friend. This of course brought me to tears because of her thoughtfulness. It's so pretty in fact, I don't want to write hateful things in it, but it's all part of the process. <br />
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So, a little journal therapy is on the way for this gal and I'm hoping I am finally able to find those unspoken words I so desperately needed to say. For someday, they shall be said.Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-49517828285620558302012-02-03T18:48:00.000-08:002012-02-03T18:48:59.668-08:00Double the FunWell, no wonder I have been so grumpy. Went to the Target clinic and found out I have a double ear infection.<br />
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Never ad one in my life and at the ripe old age of 33 got my first one.<br />
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And to make matters worse but call it mothers intuition...I took Alex in after I got off work (make that a hellish day of work)and yep, you guessed it. <br />
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She has a double ear infection too.<br />
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Double awesome.<br />
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I hope to feel better soon.<br />
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RachelRachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-12356783862483148002012-02-02T19:20:00.000-08:002012-02-02T19:20:32.826-08:00SickI've been feeling sick and crummy...hence no energy to post. I even took Tuesday off to rest and feel better, which is something I never do. I worked late tonight and am now paying for it. I have a weird ear ache and can barely hear anything. Ug. No good. <br />
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My weepy state is still here and I fear it is here to stay awhile. I'm experiencing a large range of emotions, mostly missing my husband with such an intensity I hurt all over. Just writing this has made me tear up. It's still so fresh and painful and I feel it most when he has the girls for the night. I ask myself everyday why he threw me away with such coldness and no remorse. And I believe I finally have the answer...he was feeling so guilty that in order for him to survive it he had to harden his heart in order to survive his guilt and deal with my own pain, accusations and rage toward him.<br />
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I loved that boy boy deeply and I have to learn how to let go and move on. As hard as it may be I have to do it for my own sanity. I just wish there was a shortcut from all of the pain. <br />
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Until later my friends.Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-51008752602828045122012-01-29T17:45:00.000-08:002012-01-29T17:55:41.661-08:00Part of me is MissingGoing through a divorce has been the single most devastating thing to happen to me. It even trumps any funerals I've been to....at least the family funerals I've been to for my elderly relatives and yes, they were sad, but they lived full lives went to be with God. <br />
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For me, the process of this divorce has been like a death. Only worse. The depression, hurt, sadness, humiliation, grieving and anger are all emotions I feel on a daily basis. <br />
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This post is already sounding pretty morbid, but sometimes you have to talk about the messy parts of life too. This weekend has been painful and lonely and scary because the girls were with their father for the weekend. I thought I would be fine, get a lot done, go work out and get a little shopping done. Instead I mostly sat around in a bad mood, cried, watched too much TV and ate too much junk food. <br />
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I even attempted to put together a night stand for my daughters bedroom and was so frustrated I pretty much lost it. When I realized I didn't even know how to put the drill together, I broke down and threw it out the back door as far as i could throw. Not to mention I ran outside in my pink bathrobe with a shovel to pry open the shed in the freezing cold, search for the drill with no light and whack at the door...repeatedly. Paints a pretty picture, ha? <br />
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Anyway, when I finally found the drill and all of the parts I couldn't figure out how to put it together. Go figure, right? So I kind of lost it. I cried and threw the drill out the door and I cried some more.<br />
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I felt defeated. And alone. So very, very alone.<br />
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It was a breaking point for me...I didn't have my kids and I don't have my husband anymore. And never will. Ever. It was like a little part if me officially died last night.<br />
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Luckily I have the best friend ever and when her and her husband came over to get their pug, who I dog sat for over the weekend, they stayed for a few hours so I. Could just talk. About the divorce, how things are going, my hurt and most of all then rage I. Am feeling toward the man who left me and broke my family apart.<br />
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He broke me. Me, the happy shining person that I am. Or rather was. It's all of the little things like needing him here to run a stupid drill. Someone to laugh with...talk with...cry with...be hugged and held. <br />
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Well, he has chosen a different path now and I must accept that. Or rather, I need to pull myself together, pick myself up off the floor and carry on. <br />
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I can't even sign my post "love the Mrs." which was my fave thing to do. Anyway, have a good week y'all.<br />
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Luvs.Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-3894467293725017982012-01-26T09:54:00.000-08:002012-01-26T09:54:25.933-08:00Really? It's Been That Kinda Week.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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I've been working like a dog and my BFF just sent me this image which pretty much sums up my week. Working until 10 p.m. two nights in a row, then midnight last night. Good, meaning we have lots of work and are super busy...bad because then mamma doesn't get any sleep and I am crabby. I don't do well without a whole lotta sleep. Not well at all.....<br />
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Here is to a peaceful weekend with Milley the kitty and my BFF's cute little pug Dewey. Well, let's hope it's peaceful and I'm not breaking up any fights!Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-20865190378000663792012-01-23T11:55:00.000-08:002012-01-23T11:55:07.902-08:00Milley the Kitty<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"> </div> We adopted! I am so excited to show off our perfect new kitty. Her name is Milley and she is a sweet little cuddle bug. The girls and I went to the rescue shelter yesterday and she looked at us with her beautiful green eyes and we knew we had to have her:) She is five months old, a calico, and very curious. She is our newest little family member and we love her to pieces. My husband always said he never wanted a cat in the house and since he has moved out, I need somebody to love me and be a companion. It sure gets lonely after a separation. He doesn't have a say anymore, thought, right? A little back handedness? For sure, but a little part of me is being vindictive and I don't give a crap what he thinks. That bus has left a long time ago! After all, she is my new "bed" mate and a damn better snuggler!<br />
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To Milley...Rachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627528407554568402.post-65717428852481595672012-01-20T20:48:00.000-08:002012-01-20T20:48:29.871-08:00Me.This is me, as I posted it several years ago. I love this image. Call it the <span style="color: #cc0000;">wild hair</span>. Sadly, neither one of my daughters inherited it, but maybe that was a blessing?<br />
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Oh, this is going to be so much fun! I love my writing and I have so much to say.....<br />
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Until tomorrow my lovelies:)<br />
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To my blogging family, I have been absent for a year now, due to major life changes. It's been a wild journey and I have missed my writing and blogging friends.<br />
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Due to some major personal issues, I decided to delete my blog. It was an impulse, but something I had to do at the time. I searched in vain for a way to get my blog back, but after you have deleted it, it's gone for good.<br />
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I am replicating it the best I can because I adore the layout, the style, the design, everything about it. The next few years of my life are going to be challenging, full of angst, sadness, bitterness, but most of all blazing a trail back to happiness.<br />
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I have decided to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and BEE CALM AND CARRY ON.<br />
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And to my surprise, I was able to get the exact same name back for my blog.<br />
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SuperMom is back. It's going to be stellar.<br />
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Love you all,<br />
RachelRachel-SuperMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13221509681870492465noreply@blogger.com0