tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23965185333281009502024-03-13T21:27:03.790-07:00a collectionAbbyDorsett 24:7Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-74650574168073409382012-12-03T19:58:00.001-08:002012-12-03T19:58:18.176-08:00Christmas Crafting<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Anyone who REALLY knows me, knows I'm practically the human spawn of the fictional character, Mrs. Claus (Miss Claus in my case)... so when Christmas rolls around, my domestic soul gets extra excited!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">So, in the spirit of Christmas and my love of crafting... here's a DIY project I completed over Thanksgiving.</span><br />
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<u>Paper Tree(s)</u><br />
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MATERIALS<br />
- Florist's foam or plastic foam<br />
- Flowerpot<br />
-Wooden skewer<br />
- Sheet Moss<br />
- Vintage Paper, such as book pages or sheet music<br />
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DIRECTIONS<br />
Place the florist's form or plastic foam in the flowerpot. Insert the skewer into the middle of the foam. Cover the foam with moss.<br />
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Cut of tear the paper into approximately 20 squares (give or take 10) in eight different sizes, starting with 4 1/2-inch squares and decreasing the size by 1/2 inch at a time. Push the squares onto the skewer, graduating from the largest squares at the bottom to the smallest ones on top.<br />
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<br />Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-57050650578423105702012-11-05T14:53:00.000-08:002012-11-06T12:53:57.064-08:00A Tribute: to Greta <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You always remember your first(s).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first time you rode a bike.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your first day of school.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your first crush.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first time you get behind the wheel of a car.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first time you leave home.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maybe even the first time you tried sushi.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And for animal lovers and pet owners, you always remember your first pet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pet. I hate the word. It's completely not equivalent to the animal's being and importance in the owner's life. Because anyone who opens
their home and hearts to an animal, knows their dog, cat, rabbit, snake, or even bird becomes so much more than just a "pet"... they become a member of
your family.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Meet Greta.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Greta Dorsett was a lovable Golden Retriever. She was born on
February 5, 1997 and graced the Dorsett family with her presence around
April of that year. She was a gift from my parents to Brittany, Brandon and
I as we patiently waited for a dog, ever since we knew what a dog was.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You see, I had a bit of a different childhood than most...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was blessed
with a talented father who played Major League Baseball and due to family travels to and from the great ballparks of
America, it didn't make sense to have a dog when we were always on the go.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But being the wonderful parents, Brian and Gina Dorsett are, they promised their children
that when my dad retired from baseball we would get a puppy. So in the Spring of '97 when my dad decided to hang up his cleats, we did just that... we got Greta (-:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was apparent from the beginning, that Greta wasn't a gift to us kids, she was a gift to our whole family. She
graced us with an unexplainable love in an extremely bittersweet time in
our lives and we were so thankful for her. She was the joy of my youth and the first thing I've seen for the past 15 years and 9 months when I walked through the garage door to my home. There was rarely a time her tail wasn't wagging and it goes without saying
she would have totally been voted Prom Queen if there was a doggy high school.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sure, she couldn't do many tricks and her fear of storms and fireworks even cost
my parents a couple home improvement projects, but boy could she love.
She had a personality that could light up a room, she was a curvaceous Goddess that loved nothing more than table scraps and treats, which I
shamelessly gave her too much of, but how could you turn down that face?
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She wasn't a huge fan of exercise, but when she was young she would never turn down a walk with someone she loved or an opportunity to prance around the neighborhood.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She had great hair. Thick, soft and the most beautiful shade of strawberry blonde. I know this in detail because I wore it to school everyday, but I didn't care... I loved her anyway.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She was brave. She put up a great fight to ignore the storms of the Midwest, but failed miserably every time. But she tried, and that's all that mattered! She was the epitome of a first born "child", because we all know first born kids and/or dogs are the bravest in the family, right? (-;</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She loved living. Despite her daily medicine intake, she somehow managed to outlive two family dogs that came after her, Princess Holly and angel pup Wrigley.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And while she was a million other things, in sum she was a priceless gift.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She was the joy of the Dorsett household, the joy of the two
neighborhoods she lived in, and lastly, the joy of our hearts for nearly 16 years. We were blessed to have had her this long, and while we would have loved to see her reach another Birthday, sometimes you just know when it's time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today was Greta's time...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I knew it was coming, but honestly nothing can prepare you for the day it actually happens. I rest a little bit easier knowing Holly, Wrigley and her boyfriend
Scoobi will be there to greet her at Heaven's gates, and I look forward
to the day I hear that tail wagging and see her sweet smile again.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Greta girl, you were SO loved and will remain fondly remembered and sweetly missed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'll never forget you.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I turn 25 in a few days, #woah. So, n</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">aturally, in my last few days as an "early twenty something", I started googling. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I googled lots of things. For example: "What changes when you turn 25? "Does my insurance really go down at 25?", "Does anything really cool happen when you turn 25?" And lastly, I googled, "Things To Do Before You Turn 25."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And... I found </span><a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/25-things-to-do-before-you-turn-25/" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">this.</a><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />I read and reread the list a couple of times, convinced myself that while I might not have completed all of the items on this particular "to-do list" (because frankly, some of which were legitimately odd)-- I did find a selection that really hit home...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Number 12: Take time to revisit the places that made you who you are: the apartment you grew up in, your middle school, your hometown. These places may or may not be here forever; you definitely won't be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">CHECK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And touche! While I love living in Chicago and any weekend away is bittersweet, I've made it a point to get out there and visit the people and places I love. You see, I grew up in a town that is a little behind the modern scope of life. It still baffles me that Terre Haute, Indiana doesn't have a Target in 2012, but it also doesn't change my sincere love for the city. It's a joy to go home every now and then; to visit my family and friends and a few of my favorite "fine dining" establishments. Yes, I'm talking about Taco Casita and The Olive Garden, don't hate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Number 13: Find a hobby that makes being alone feel lovely and empowering and like, something to look forward to. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">CHECK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Interior decorating has become a huge passion/hobby of mine. So much that my favorite Interior Design blog of all time showcased <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/abbys-broke-but-still-fabulous-159734">my apartment in a house tour!</a> It was featured around this time last year and it was such a special feeling to see my apartment being recognized for all its charm and treasures.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Number 16: Identify your fears and instead of letting them dictate your every move, find and talk to people who have overcome them. Don't settle for experiencing .000002% of what the world has to offer because you're afraid of getting on a plane.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">CHECK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I moved to Chicago, a lot of people kept telling me how big and unsafe it was. Sure, I had some hesitations, but I also had a million and one reasons to be excited about this new endeavor in my life! So instead of freaking out, I put one foot in front of the other and charged onward. Coincidentally, during my first month of living in Chicago, I found this precious <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=1536&bih=729&tbm=isch&tbnid=mJ1DxicpJeLYkM:&imgrefurl=http://jesslively.com/about-the-franklin-collection/&docid=GDuggquw8ebj7M&imgurl=http://makeundermylife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/FRANKLINBEBRAVEMML.jpg&w=530&h=742&ei=ykZqUMuuI8aJywGbqYCYDg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=595&vpy=328&dur=951&hovh=266&hovw=189&tx=90&ty=143&sig=107145142185557919430&page=3&tbnh=152&tbnw=98&start=63&ndsp=28&ved=1t:429,r:9,s:63,i:307">necklace</a> (engraved in braille) that says, 'Be Brave.' This necklace has been such a beautiful reminder, that life is too short not to skip, jump, and leap into life-- even if you're blindfolded.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Number 25: Quit that job that's making you miserable, end the relationship that makes you act like a lunatic, lose the friend whose sole purpose in life is making you feel like you're perpetually on the verge of vomiting. You're young, you're resilient, there are other jobs and relationships and friends if you're patient and open.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">CHECK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This past year, year 24, was a really life changing year for me. Yes, I know the phrase "life changing" is pretty overused, but I went through some pretty raw and humbling experiences that ultimately shaped me into a better version of myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You see, this time last year I was working in a job I wasn't thrilled with. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was a little lost when it came to what I thought I wanted and/or needed in the male companion and I began to find out who my true friends were. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And while I don't have it ALL figured out yet, I can say that year 24 was honestly the best year of my life. I found a company that truly values it's employees, lives by its mission and makes me want to get up in the morning. I've discovered the difference between "what I want" and "what I need" in a relationship and lastly, I am 100% confident my faith, family and my circle of friends are the biggest blessing(s) in my life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So did I live up the cliche of "finding myself before I turned 25?" I dunno, probably not. But what's the point in "finding yourself" at 25; why not keep learning, loving and discovering yourself every day! As o</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ne of my favorite poets, Rainer Maria Rilke wrote, "Be patient towards all that is unsolved in your heart, and learn to love the questions themselves." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With that, I toast to YEAR 25 and question marks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">--ACD</span><br />
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Dream on.Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-43504745848426211852011-11-02T14:31:00.000-07:002011-11-07T13:25:00.306-08:00I swear I'm not boring....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I've just been really busy savoring every last bit of Fall!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">so, I went to D.C.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">(yes, The Nation's capitol definitely lived up to the hype...)</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I moved apartments, can we say UPGRADE! My neew bedroom is below (-: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">(oh how I love modern, vintage fabulousness!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Tr1BxvhkIztSRqTktJ19FQI_d6MuqWn7Ov1O0QeOAyZgiPmcVfqfoYXd1FWf2RjRj99I7F72T2k-5Sc5-S4Kr-Utunr3UckmP2u1i9_BzTug-cQFPVKfK7ob4grO5ScBnruz5C8IUQFV/s1600/309578_1426896870304_1169250020_30935217_164524515_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Tr1BxvhkIztSRqTktJ19FQI_d6MuqWn7Ov1O0QeOAyZgiPmcVfqfoYXd1FWf2RjRj99I7F72T2k-5Sc5-S4Kr-Utunr3UckmP2u1i9_BzTug-cQFPVKfK7ob4grO5ScBnruz5C8IUQFV/s400/309578_1426896870304_1169250020_30935217_164524515_n.jpeg" width="298" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am sorry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am sorry for running off every weekend. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am sorry that as of late, I only see your beautiful skyline from the corner of my rearview mirror, or from the 8x10 window I peer out of from my aisle seat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am sorry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">---------------------------------</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am sorry for not showing face at Castaways,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> for only catching three Cubs games,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and for only shutting down Beaumont's twice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am sorry. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss our family dinners.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss our bottomless bloody mary/mimosa brunches on Sunday's.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss our Saturday morning texts which always included three choices, "North Ave.? Fullerton beach?or maybe a rooftop?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">---------------------------------</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss too many people to name.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I miss your smiles, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">your sweet, sweet souls,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and your name popping up on my phone Friday-Sunday cause you know I'm out runnin' again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So here's to Fall... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to year <b>24</b>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to Bears' games (or at least the tailgating part),</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to a new apartment,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to extra large hoodies,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and to shutting down Beaumont's more than necessary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/64925936/dragon-slayer-sofa?ref=fp_treasury_5">Dragon Slayer Sofa</a>Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-63721129251346170352011-07-26T21:50:00.000-07:002011-07-26T21:54:32.584-07:00What I'm always wearing...My Greek prayer bracelet.<br />
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Am I Greek you ask? No, but I am a big believer in prayer and I know the power behind it. Nearly six years ago when I started wearing these bracelets, my life changed. While I won't go into details, I will leave you with a short and simple reason as to why you'll never see my arm without one--it's a reminder. A reminder for all that I'm blessed with, for all the blessings God is still working in my life and every time I look at it I'm reminded to breathe, and just let and let God. Not to mention these bracelets are really cute and come in lots of fun colors! In my six years of wearing them I've sported every color from pink and silver to my current rockin' red. I order them <a href="http://www.prayer-bracelet.com/">here</a> and they arrive in about a week. I definitely recommend buying a few for yourself AND friends-- they make the best gifts (-:<br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Recently, I learned this lesson the hard way. I've been one, in my 23 years of life to often go against the status quo. I ignore the signs, I push away the intuitions and I get hurt OR I hurt somebody else in the process. So today, I'm moving forward. I'm going to stop ignoring God's will for my life and follow His plan; whatever that may be. I know God's plans for my life are limitless and he sees the big, while I often see the little-- so I'm trusting in Him. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Here's getting back on track to a life of unwavering faith. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>As you might remember, the CEO of a company survived<br />
9/11 because his son started kindergarten.<br />
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Another fellow was alive because it was<br />
His turn to bring donuts.<br />
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One woman was late because her<br />
Alarm clock didn't go off in time.<br />
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One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike<br />
Because of an auto accident.<br />
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One of them<br />
Missed his bus.<br />
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One spilled food on her clothes and had to take<br />
Time to change.<br />
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One's<br />
Car wouldn't start.<br />
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One couldn't<br />
Get a taxi.<br />
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The one that struck me was the man<br />
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,<br />
Took the various means to get to work<br />
But before he got there, he developed<br />
a blister on his foot.<br />
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He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.<br />
That is why he is alive today..<br />
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Now when I am<br />
Stuck in traffic ,<br />
Miss an elevator,<br />
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone ...<br />
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All the little things that annoy me.<br />
I think to myself,<br />
This is exactly where<br />
God wants me to be<br />
At this very moment..<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>Next time your morning seems to be<br />
Going wrong ,<br />
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You can't seem to find the car keys,<br />
You hit every traffic light,<br />
Don't get mad or frustrated;<br />
It May be just that<br />
God is at work watching over you.<br />
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So, may God continue to bless you<br />
Wi</i><i>th all those annoying little things<br />
And may you remember their possible purpose.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tomorrow, I encourage you to embrace whatever life throws your way. Untied shoelaces or missing the EL you ran a block to catch-- Bring it on, life (-:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">O' and to the random man who paid me one of the sweetest compliments today, thank you-- more men should be like YOU.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">ACD</span></span>Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-6781090415859015252011-04-11T20:12:00.001-07:002011-04-12T20:21:59.008-07:00Pretty sure my life is channeling a Taylor Swift album with a twist of Katy Perry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYYIfAw0J5NFG62BQr0c2sGKI1vzbYFG4tEG3MZpWTlJDDPz3HHTq54Uovfz38zIMEBWJ8ad7db_5XbCVuGI4vB4_P28m2BeF3rBSPpegwWlfTuTjRE3-JflvQD0TkC4419KULcl91sVT/s1600/tumblr_ksegrhXpjc1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYYIfAw0J5NFG62BQr0c2sGKI1vzbYFG4tEG3MZpWTlJDDPz3HHTq54Uovfz38zIMEBWJ8ad7db_5XbCVuGI4vB4_P28m2BeF3rBSPpegwWlfTuTjRE3-JflvQD0TkC4419KULcl91sVT/s400/tumblr_ksegrhXpjc1qzjor8o1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-88835103873567029132011-03-01T07:27:00.001-08:002011-03-01T07:48:04.253-08:003-1-11<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbu27iGoDA9YgjVxyHSZ_fNvwXyNBNEwlvH9L6otFDdjmGV1BJil1Soa-GyPM7kN6W1yayIw8ITb-CVoZ3sdcwCm_nldT5tKk4l_l21GBQJQSLiOqiaTC380tCGxp4bYEOwGzy2Vrr89ou/s1600/tumblr_kyt91h8GBk1qa7uv6o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbu27iGoDA9YgjVxyHSZ_fNvwXyNBNEwlvH9L6otFDdjmGV1BJil1Soa-GyPM7kN6W1yayIw8ITb-CVoZ3sdcwCm_nldT5tKk4l_l21GBQJQSLiOqiaTC380tCGxp4bYEOwGzy2Vrr89ou/s400/tumblr_kyt91h8GBk1qa7uv6o1_500.png" width="400" /></a></div>Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-29719209819288758112011-02-17T21:19:00.000-08:002011-03-01T07:45:42.137-08:00Feb. 22nd : Adele's New CD release<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNqtQjuG6XA">Favorite song on the album...</a><br />
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I think a lot of people will feel or have felt this <i>same</i> way at one point or another...Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-58882663269104540862011-02-07T18:31:00.000-08:002011-02-07T18:31:43.222-08:00Mr. Marley said it BEST.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">I came across this quote recently and while I couldn't believe my man Bob Marley said it, I was instantly intrigued by these words:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She's loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect, you aren't either & the two of you may never be perfect together. But if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking of you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she know's you can break: her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."<br />
— <a class="authorNameRegular" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/25241.Bob_Marley" style="color: #663300; text-decoration: none;">Bob Marley</a></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">All I gotta say is, what a man.</span></span>Abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295883443349671592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396518533328100950.post-77197346987211675422011-01-31T19:51:00.000-08:002011-01-31T19:51:43.312-08:00Hands down the BEST Post Secret, ever.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8hVb_bHyvBQI-7uciwUdzMad6CuE-zOMk0lHTe0HzFRlqu7OxzL_J1PVSCanuJsf6vzSl40v6-KK8mdfliaNMAR1eqf1Ev8An1Bzv-ceQNuHz5e5mkiUdELzjjNH9BoCgOaS7kHF4lpA/s1600/bepatient.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8hVb_bHyvBQI-7uciwUdzMad6CuE-zOMk0lHTe0HzFRlqu7OxzL_J1PVSCanuJsf6vzSl40v6-KK8mdfliaNMAR1eqf1Ev8An1Bzv-ceQNuHz5e5mkiUdELzjjNH9BoCgOaS7kHF4lpA/s400/bepatient.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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