tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59382746426731995462023-06-15T10:03:02.021-05:00Good to be a GoodwinAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-32382033973666374202011-07-09T16:45:00.000-05:002011-07-09T16:45:20.105-05:00Adventures in Toilet TrainingOver the last couple weeks Baby Brother has decided to toilet train himself. He refused a diaper and insisted we put him on the big toilet and not that dumb little potty chair (thank God I only paid $7 for it), he wanted big boy underoos and will only wear a diaper at night. All on his terms, the pig headed turd...hahaha.<br />
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The reason I feel this is important is to tell you this tidbit of poop humor...<br />
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I was doing laundry on my back patio (I hate that my laundry is out there) and my naked toddler, fresh from the bath and not wanting to dress quite yet, is trying to open the sliding glass door. I didn't want him outside in his nude state so I didn't open the door for him, which led to him to try and push the door harder. Well I guess he pushed a little to hard because a pile of poop fell out of him. The expression on his face was priceless! This astonished look of disgust. I ran him upstairs sat him on the pot grabbed my<a href="http://www.target.com/Bissell-Little-Green-Portable-Cleaner/dp/B000069K6U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&searchView=grid5&keywords=little%20green%20carpet%20cleaner&fromGsearch=true&sr=1-1&qid=1310247188&rh=&searchRank=target104545&id=Bissell%20Little%20Green%20Portable%20Cleaner&node=1038576|1287991011&searchSize=30&searchPage=1&searchNodeID=1038576|1287991011&searchBinNameList=subjectbin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&frombrowse=0"> little green</a> carpet shampooer, one of my best investments, and cleaned up what the towel left behind.<br />
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Toilet training is crazy I tell ya! CRAZY!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5zDE4sJXn0/ThjLz2V6rgI/AAAAAAAAApo/S2i1VUxYl54/s1600/DSC03813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5zDE4sJXn0/ThjLz2V6rgI/AAAAAAAAApo/S2i1VUxYl54/s320/DSC03813.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-48061196588142194022011-06-21T01:25:00.000-05:002011-06-21T01:25:23.145-05:00Dreaming of Hawai'i LatelyI miss Hawaiian Summers! Maybe, not just Hawaiian ones, maybe I miss the lack of responsibility, and freedom to read and play all day. <div>I do miss the soft grass *Texas is seriously lacking in the grass area right now* and tropical breeze. I do miss the soft sandy beaches, and scent of Huli Huli Chicken. </div><div><br />
</div><div>At this pointe, however, I do believe it is the responsibility thing. I complained about having to wash dishes twice a week and having to clean my room...which was just toys. Now I have to wash clothes for 4 people and do dishes 6 or 7 nights a week. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I am in a whiney mood though, sorry. Woes me...lol</div><div><br />
</div><div>Enjoy some pictures while you are here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwAmgjetmto/TgA38iLZ57I/AAAAAAAAApg/zqCZttxa98M/s1600/IMG_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwAmgjetmto/TgA38iLZ57I/AAAAAAAAApg/zqCZttxa98M/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> On our way to the beach 1990</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pSntBx96YI/TgA4B82UZsI/AAAAAAAAApk/uQHxwSfWgKQ/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pSntBx96YI/TgA4B82UZsI/AAAAAAAAApk/uQHxwSfWgKQ/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> On the pass, headed to the beach. Had to stop for a soda and the view.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtH7xKXOqfs/TgA3dTCqHYI/AAAAAAAAApc/RHIKevl1nac/s1600/262022_542153934940_292901274_1112990_7351724_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtH7xKXOqfs/TgA3dTCqHYI/AAAAAAAAApc/RHIKevl1nac/s320/262022_542153934940_292901274_1112990_7351724_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">That is me walking down the stairs in my ruffle butt bikini.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I want to go on vacation...just Dustin and I. Hawai'i would be wonderfully romantic. Someday, when money is not so tight, I guess.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I leave you with this: "...I thank my God through Jesus Christ for you..." Romans 1:8 KJV</div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-82040443990419996212011-06-17T02:26:00.000-05:002011-06-17T02:26:08.609-05:00Why am I up?<div>1:40 AM CDT, and I sit here in front of my computer, that now sits on a desk...*happy dance*...tired and alone. Not lonely (no heart ache here), the good alone, the alone where you can think and breath, and hope and dream.<br />
After digging deep, and getting through all the medical BS, I found an actual list of side effects for the medications Dustin was taking. Funny trend I saw...the side effects were symptoms of Bi-polar. We did more research and found information about dirty tricks drug makers pull and how medical science has never proven any of these afflictions to be true. Doctors who talk about this stuff are ostracized, and they rest blindly go on and prescribe because these pretty young people come in and tell them about these medications. Seriously go do the research for yourself, it will make you sick.<br />
We don't need medication for stress! We need coping skills, we need to breath, and find a positive outlet. Not something to trow ourselves into to cause more stress! Take up a calming activity, like knitting or sewing, just for you. Collect comic books...write a blog! Like Dustin has started doing. He is <a href="http://tokengeekdad.wordpress.com/">The Token Geek Dad</a>! Check him out! He is learning to channel his stress and anger into constructive things. I am so proud of him!<br />
He is Wellbutrin free! And down to 1 Clonazepam half in the morning half at night. He has fought hard and continues to do so. He drives me bananas at time, but he is my best friend! I cannot wait until his body is free of these horrible poisons!<br />
In other news I took the boys to the dentist. Big brother had 4 cavities, so far he has gotten 2 of them filled. He gets 1 cap next month and another soon after. Baby brother has nearly perfect teeth with a slight overbite.<br />
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Romans31-36, 31 What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? 32 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? 33 Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. 34 Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36 As it is written:<br />
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we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” {Psalm 44:22}<br />
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37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[k] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.<br />
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HIS GRACE SAVES US!!!! </div></div></div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-33010173566704027202011-02-21T17:41:00.000-06:002011-02-21T17:41:09.795-06:00My Little Loves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They have so much love for each other. This mommy could not be happier kissing any other tiny faces, or seeing any eyes other than these two sets looking up at her. I mean adding to them would not be a bad thing if that is what God has planned, but to replace them would be INSANE! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sigh...just thought I would share my love for these two awesome little boys. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ODcU6oL_QQ/TWL1a6E8fWI/AAAAAAAAApA/OLO1N2CHfTg/s1600/DSC04350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ODcU6oL_QQ/TWL1a6E8fWI/AAAAAAAAApA/OLO1N2CHfTg/s400/DSC04350.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-27232343583236107952011-02-15T00:25:00.001-06:002011-02-15T00:26:33.327-06:00The Lies I Was ToldAutumn, if you live, you will never walk talk or be able to live on your own. -Drs. at birth<br />
Autumn, you are not smart. -Many of my teachers<br />
Autumn, you are not pretty. -Class mates<br />
Autumn, you are a brat. -My siblings<br />
Autumn, you will never stop wetting the bed. -My Grandmother<br />
Autumn, you are not cool. -Everyone my own age, where ever we moved<br />
Autumn, you are not dateable. -All the boys<br />
Autumn, you are not as good as your brother. -Everyone who knew my brother, before they met me<br />
Autumn, you will never get a good education, you should find a rich man to take care of you. -My dad(in a joking manner...I took it seriously for a long time)<br />
Autumn, you will need a maid when you grow up. -my mother<br />
Autumn, you are not worth it. -Satan<br />
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All of it is a lie.<br />
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The TRUTH is:<br />
I am alive.<br />
I am smart.<br />
I am pretty.<br />
I am sweet and caring.<br />
I stopped wetting the bed.<br />
My son thinks I am cool.<br />
My husband asked me out.<br />
My brother is not as perfect as everyone thinks he is(although he is pretty awesome).<br />
I am in college and I can take care of myself.<br />
I do need a maid, I am not the best house keeper, I do try. I have improved though.<br />
Jesus died for me. He thinks I am worth it.<br />
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What lies have you believed?AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-72302825063132174412011-01-30T23:09:00.001-06:002011-01-31T10:25:59.342-06:00I have been slackin' big time!Christmases were great! Yep we had 2 of them! One with The G Family and one with the D Family. I feel so blessed!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The Family G </div><div style="text-align: center;">Cousins and off spring of them</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX7kJOQwfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zmu2Ncv3pYM/s1600/DSC04207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX7kJOQwfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zmu2Ncv3pYM/s320/DSC04207.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Brotherly love</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX8Kjokz4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZvkCQ88-GqQ/s1600/DSC04210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX8Kjokz4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZvkCQ88-GqQ/s320/DSC04210.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The Family D</div><div style="text-align: center;">The cousins </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYDt2Rm9FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VXigCFx7C1U/s1600/DSC04258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYDt2Rm9FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VXigCFx7C1U/s320/DSC04258.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My parents are still so in love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYH44K5QXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fzBvKS-uVho/s1600/DSC04278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYH44K5QXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fzBvKS-uVho/s320/DSC04278.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I love me some waffles!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYM9gBv5iI/AAAAAAAAAno/9N24d2g5k8I/s1600/DSC04303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYM9gBv5iI/AAAAAAAAAno/9N24d2g5k8I/s320/DSC04303.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So that was Christmas. For new years we went to my parents house and blew things up. including nearly blowing up ourselves. Someone threw trash into the fore and a few seconds later small balls of sparlkly fire came at us while we were trying to relax in our chairs and keep warm. Screaming and running and laughter followed. Best part was having my whole family together. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">*It is very difficult to blog during a movie!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next comes the birth of my BFF to her beautiful baby boy! Baby E is so sweet and was born on Jan 16th. He was welcomed by Boy's BFF CS and Little Sister, who is now also Big Sister. I am thrilled for our friends! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Baby Brother is 2!! He ran around on his day saying "two", he says "car", "diaper", "peepee", "ducky", "bubbles", "Bubbah" and lots of other words. He would rather watch a movie with real people than a cartoon. So I stream Blues Clues off of Netflix. I am still trying to teach him to be nice to his big brother. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday we had the annual Goodwin Boy Birthday Bash. We went with a Star Wars theme. I was quite epic. Our friends <a href="http://jenericmatos.blogspot.com/">Jen and Eric </a>helped us make the cakes, which were inspired by a post on <a href="http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=311591.0">Craftster</a>. That was a fun time making marshmallow fondant and baking cakes. Eric cut out the shapes and Dustin painted them. Lots of work...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUY2En_4MkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hVBHH1yrl5A/s1600/DSC04362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUY2En_4MkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hVBHH1yrl5A/s320/DSC04362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">destroyed in less than a minute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUY7TlPyIcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nicuErS9PZo/s1600/DSC04364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUY7TlPyIcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nicuErS9PZo/s320/DSC04364.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The boys and their friends had so much fun making light sabers out of<a href="http://www.lowes.com/pd_24421-1410-P10XB/6_0__?productId=3133243&Ntt=pipe+insulation&pl=1&currentURL=%2Fpl__0__s%3FNtt%3Dpipe%2Binsulation"> pipe insulation</a> and colored tape.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">*Unfortunately Blogger won't let me upload that picture*</div><div style="text-align: left;">So you are caught up...for now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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"I have learned that if you ever want to let God prosper you and receive your inheritance from this world, you must start with keeping good company. "Bad company corrupts good character" 1 Corinthians 15:33. You are deceived by the fact that other peoples opinions of you matter and there for robbed of the all the great qualities that God has blessed you with that make you, you. Free yourself from the shackles of society that bind you and become the man you are meant to be a man that is not afraid to stand up for himself, a man that you would be proud to call friend."<br />
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-D.B.GoodwinDustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633599386075953846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-59012723849044638512010-11-08T17:13:00.001-06:002010-11-08T17:15:54.693-06:00Halloween!<div style="text-align: center;">This year Boy wanted to dress as a Jedi</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPi2mdhSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4TeWvHFAJS0/s1600/DSC03894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPi2mdhSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4TeWvHFAJS0/s320/DSC03894.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had a Golf Pro costume for Brother from Peepaw.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPzNjKKcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5EsdqlHtrOE/s1600/DSC03902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPzNjKKcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5EsdqlHtrOE/s320/DSC03902.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A master trick-or-treater an such a young age.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQArYBaII/AAAAAAAAAgw/WVRDY4DNucg/s1600/DSC03914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQArYBaII/AAAAAAAAAgw/WVRDY4DNucg/s320/DSC03914.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hmmm...should I use the 9 iron?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQOue4dUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/BONpYksffiY/s1600/DSC03890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQOue4dUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/BONpYksffiY/s320/DSC03890.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Family portrait at the Pumpkin Patch</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQaFzGQiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SgMf0vGFVEU/s1600/DSC03824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQaFzGQiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SgMf0vGFVEU/s320/DSC03824.JPG" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The boy and his pumpkin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQnpv0oXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VRDMxTZ7Z-Q/s1600/DSC03839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQnpv0oXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VRDMxTZ7Z-Q/s320/DSC03839.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Striking a pose</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAT2IbFmKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/DxGsYpedjg8/s1600/DSC03893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAT2IbFmKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/DxGsYpedjg8/s320/DSC03893.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">LOOK AT THE PUMPKIN!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAT_6eMlhI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vp7XlFOHWN8/s1600/DSC03796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAT_6eMlhI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vp7XlFOHWN8/s320/DSC03796.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I would like to say that Baby Brother is a CANDY MONSTER! He got a taste and will not be happy when it is all gone! Us Goodwin's had a good Halloween, how was yours?AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-67196395594554213192010-10-21T11:20:00.000-05:002010-10-21T11:20:11.356-05:00Bullies and the BulliedSo I have started reading the blog <a href="http://www.danoah.com/">Single Dad Laughing</a> and I really enjoy it. A few weeks ago he posted about <a href="http://www.danoah.com/2010/10/memoirs-of-bullied-kid.html">bullies and his life dealing with them</a>. This was hard to read, I was constantly picked on as a child. I was tall and lanky, all knees and elbows. I wore out of date clothes (mostly hand-me-downs from my sister) that look awful on me. I never felt pretty, I desperately wanted to be every ones friend. We were a military family and I was a perpetual new kid. I cried a lot, but I don't remember ever wanting to kill myself, mostly because I didn't want to hurt my parents. Home was my saving grace. My parents always let me know how much they loved me.<br />
Instead of hating myself I hate cities where I was most unhappy. I hated Tucson AZ. until we went there on a vacation. For my 28th birthday I discovered Tucson was not a horrible, dark, unfriendly, hell hole. It is beautiful with all the mountains and palm trees. I still, however, hold a grudge on Lockhart TX. I was miserable in that town, my days were spent at the library and riding around on my bike avoiding certain neighborhoods where the evil bullies hung out.<br />
I love home though, evn though it was a tiny 2bdrm single wide trailer, and my mom was quite ill(Lupus). Each morning my dad would cook us a hot breakfast and we would do a daily devotional.<br />
In these to places I didn't even have friends my age at church! Adults adored me, but kids thought I was weird. That's until the Blankes came to town and I received the blessing of Krystal and Grace. Without them I would have had nothing. They were homeschooled and we had so many adventures at their home out in the country.<br />
Anyway, as I have grown I have discovered that everyone needs to feel loved, and those that do not lash out at those who do. They have the goal to break down every one so they are below them. As Dan has stated in his blog, "put your arms around a bully" give them a hug. Also love those who are bullied! All of them, no matter the reason!<br />
Yesterday I wore purple to remember the teens who have killed themselves for being bullied for being gay. Yes, conservative Christian Autumn! These kids were God's! He love all of us, no matter where we are in life. And as Christians it is up to us to love them! Shame on those who bullied them and called themselves Christians, shame on people who bully other in God's name. My God is the God of love and compassion. As a Christian I speak the truth in love, and love my neighbor and myself. You are all my neighbors! I expect you to keep me accountable for this. I have some apologizing to do, I know this. I am far from perfect but I am forgiven much, and therefor love much.<br />
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I kinda went all over the place with this post...but I hope you get my message.<br />
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"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." John 13:34-35AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-90563157560022065352010-10-17T16:34:00.003-05:002010-10-17T16:50:29.598-05:00IntroductionHello my friends, today I am all jazzed! I finally convinced Dustin to blog! Like everything else in my life, we now will share this special place.<br />
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So, without further ado,<br />
I give you Dustin.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-22689374030738172532010-10-17T16:34:00.002-05:002010-10-17T16:39:44.387-05:00Sink or Swim<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><span class="UIStory_Message">Learning to swim means letting go of the side of the pool, as child I am reminded of how massive the pool seemed to me and how I was so afraid of the water because it looked deeper beyond what I could see. Learning to swim is not an easy task but eventually you will have to let go. </span>Your relationship with God in the same way requires that you let go of the world and trust in Him to keep you a float, at first you may be frightened of letting go of all the problems and worries you are drowning in, but once you let go of <span class="text_exposed_show">them and come to the surface God will be there holding out His hand to pull you out of the pool of despair. Learning to trust in God is no easy task but eventually if you let go He will pull you out of the water and you will for the first time breath easily.</span></h3>Dustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10633599386075953846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-21868913653173417642010-10-13T14:03:00.000-05:002010-10-13T14:03:12.873-05:00Hi!Haven't posted in a while.<br />
I have been busy with school, and parenting and best of all making my marriage stronger than ever.<br />
Prayer and unconditional love and understanding make such a difference! Amen!<br />
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Here are some cute moments from a zoo trip we took the other day.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_ssmRRUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/t02u4FhmwwM/s1600/DSC03705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_ssmRRUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/t02u4FhmwwM/s320/DSC03705.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Talking about what to see first. Deep thoughts.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_5TccBBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LRx0qMZQNEM/s1600/DSC03708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_5TccBBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LRx0qMZQNEM/s320/DSC03708.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Do you see how involved he is?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAOwGbcyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5QUKcNLbOB0/s1600/DSC03746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAOwGbcyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5QUKcNLbOB0/s320/DSC03746.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Lovin' my babies!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAeEl8OcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4YvMw6fJr0Y/s1600/DSC03762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAeEl8OcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4YvMw6fJr0Y/s320/DSC03762.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> So big! I love how the bathroom has a sink just for little ones. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAqCrqJCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/H45OynkSJms/s1600/DSC03767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAqCrqJCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/H45OynkSJms/s320/DSC03767.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Look at that cute face!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYA5huDWJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PvRwkUaoBlg/s1600/DSC03768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYA5huDWJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PvRwkUaoBlg/s320/DSC03768.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Gone fishing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYBKfkgOAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7ialRd00huE/s1600/DSC03769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYBKfkgOAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7ialRd00huE/s320/DSC03769.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Knocked out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_aFfV8KI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fQHAoGr54ZQ/s1600/DSC03698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_aFfV8KI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fQHAoGr54ZQ/s320/DSC03698.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes friends that is a genuine SMILE! </div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-46385022770864789912010-08-04T16:33:00.000-05:002010-08-04T16:33:01.044-05:00Boys Grow too fastBoy is 5 1/2 today, Baby brother is 18 months as of July 24th!<br />
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Dear Time,<br />
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Stop Flying so fast!!<br />
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Thanks,<br />
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The MomAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-22648156216840683682010-08-04T14:10:00.000-05:002010-08-04T14:10:22.501-05:00Worldess Wednesday: Don't Mess With Mommy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TFm6zWqyOSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BU-vZcKMpwY/s1600/DSC03357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TFm6zWqyOSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BU-vZcKMpwY/s640/DSC03357.jpg" width="428" /></a></div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-89141924391180955092010-07-24T14:18:00.000-05:002010-07-24T14:18:02.888-05:00SchoolKindergarten is just around the corner. Although I am not a fan of public schools as they stand right now. (I hope to change them somewhat when I start teaching, which is another post.)<br />
Boy starts Kinder August 23rd, in a way I am excited for him. I am mostly scared and nervous. What will I do without my precious boy all day? Oh yeah, work on my education.<br />
Anyway here is a list of his supplies.<br />
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1 Blunt scissors (Fiskars preferred)<br />
2 Boxes of 16 or 24 count crayons (Crayola preferred) <br />
2 Glue bottles (4 oz. or more, Elmer’s preferred) or 4 glue sticks <br />
1 Set of markers (8 count, washable, Crayola preferred) <br />
1 Set of watercolor paints (basic colors, Crayola or Pang preferred) <br />
6 Pencils, #2 wooden, yellow only, sharpened <br />
1 Large pink eraser or 1 pkg. of pencil top erasers <br />
2 Folders with fasteners and pockets (1 red, 1 yellow) <br />
2 Spiral notebooks (60 – 100 page count or more) <br />
1 Plastic box for school supplies <br />
1 Large boxes of Kleenex tissue <br />
1 Box of Ziploc bags gallon size – girls 1 Box of Ziploc bags quart size – boys <br />
1 Backpack with zipper (13x9 or larger) NO WHEELS, labeled <br />
1 Bath size towel (labeled) – no mats, blankets or pillows <br />
1 Change of clothes (labeled and in Ziploc bag)<br />
* please note – Some supplies will be collected and used as community property. Please do not label supplies unless indicated above.<br />
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Is it crazy that they want that specific brand? I need a backpack with his name stitched on it, I also want his name stitched on his towel.<br />
I cannot wait to go shopping! AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-84206029933649370282010-07-21T10:43:00.000-05:002010-07-21T10:43:30.916-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEcVOfgzkoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aRFriIcqJls/s1600/DSC03245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEcVOfgzkoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/aRFriIcqJls/s400/DSC03245.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-64276729292020606652010-07-19T13:40:00.000-05:002010-07-19T13:40:22.679-05:00I wont give up.<br />
I am at peace with what I decide.<br />
God will provide.<br />
I must be strong for them.<br />
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So next time I get on here and start blogging about a fantastic idea or a dream I may have...tell me to stop, so I dont get hurt.<br />
I am in emotional turmoil right now over turning our life into a great adventure.<br />
I need a change of scenery, I want my boys to see the Grand Canyon and Red Rocks, and The Space Needle. I want to change everything about our life.<br />
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But It wont happen...so I am done.<br />
No more kids, no adventure. And probably no homeschooling.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-88259927248507426292010-07-11T23:24:00.000-05:002010-07-11T23:24:46.461-05:00Sunday is Coming"Today is Friday, but Sunday is coming"<br />
Today we had a great lesson in church. We went!<br />
I sat between Dustin and my mom and Boy spent much of service on my lap. Baby was in Bible class having fun and singing. <br />
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It was a good day!<br />
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On another note...Why do good shows almost always get canceled? Been watchin Firefly. Makes me talk funny. Love that show! Love Nathan Fallion! Please ABC keep Castle on TV!!!!<br />
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Lol.<br />
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There you have my random thoughts :)AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-81051742968248078112010-07-09T10:56:00.001-05:002010-07-09T11:23:27.367-05:00Five Things Friday1. My parents keep asking when I will cut Baby Brother's hair; I say "NEVER!!"<br />
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2. Boy is so melodramatic!! Everything is such a big deal! Its kinda driving me nuts to be honest.<br />
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3. I feel kind of cut off from the world, I don't know why. Maybe I'm afraid how people will react to me with Dustin's disorder. But have I ever been fully part of anything? Just a thought I guess.<br />
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4. I felt very special and included at D's cousins baby shower. There are times I wish we could move to Del Rio to be closer to his family...they are full of awesomeness.<br />
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5. I got contacts, and I like them a lot! Maybe one day I will get lasik. I like being free of glasses, especially since Baby Brother likes to rip them off my face.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-25797210570481269822010-06-30T11:00:00.000-05:002010-06-30T11:00:36.572-05:00Wishing For HappinessImagine if you will, things that bring you simple pleasures. Then imagine getting no pleasure from it even though you desperately want to.<br />
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I live for simple pleasures. A glass of sweet tea and a PBJ, a girly movie, silly time with my boys.<br />
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Sadly my other half gets no joy from anything. He would be sad at Disney World. He tries to be happy, it just takes an exhausting amount of work on his part.<br />
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How do I live with a blue man? Everyday is a struggle and his "make me happy purchases" are making us broke.<br />
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I need sanity, and my own happy. Everyday I do what I can to create happy for me and my babies. <br />
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I miss this smile being genuine...<br />
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