Dear Friends:
Summer is fast approaching and these past few months have just whizzed by. The last time I wrote I had made the introduction to the dollhouse declutter series I had planned on starting.
God had another plan.
The last time I wrote, I was living in my 2bed 2bath appartment downtown, with my husband and 3 cherubs. I'm now living in the 5bed 3 bath house I grew up in with my husband 3 cherubs and 2 parents.
The last time I wrote, I been to Las Vegas once in my life for 3days with my family of 7. I've now had the experience of trying to live there and having to return and start from the bottom again.
And Finally, the last time I wrote, I kept a positive outlook because I felt positive despite the trials we faced in our appartment. We had our own place and that was something to be greatful for after so much drama in the place we were before. See first posts. now, I am positive for the people around me, the church I am growing closer to, and the small things I knew I was blessed with before and may not ever have again. I don't expect to ever have a house to call my own, or even an appartment for that matter, but I am greatful for the roof over our heads and a warm bed to sleep in at night. I am greatful for my parents who do so much for my children on a regular basis, and who always seem to swoop in and rescue my buns just before they hit the fire. I love them 2 people more than they know.
I've posted before that life has a way of throwing curve balls at me. But these last ones really hit hard. I dont' know what God has planned, what the future holds, or even what's for breadfast tomorrow morning. I do however know that God is not finnished with me and that I am being broken down and transformed to whatever I am supposed to be. During these past fewww months I have considered myself hanging on to God's pinky finger just waiting to be dropped. But recently I was shown that I am in the middle of his hand and he is carrying me through. My faith in God has not dwindled, though I have cried many tears and smiled few smiles I know I am blessed to have a family who supports me in my choices, my attempts, trials, successses, and all that falls in between.
Faith, Hope, Love, I am blessed.
Friends, take a moment to bless and be blessed by the real things that matter in life. The people that God has put in your life.
Love, Live , Laugh, and learn with them. I don't have very many close friends, But I have the most faithful loving friend anyone could ever ask for; Jesus. I am not perfect, yet he loves me anyway. I forget to call, yet he loves me anyway. I get angry, make mistakes, trip and fall, yet He loves me anyway.
It makes me sad some times not to be able to give my children what they ask, I can't afford baseball teams, soccer camp, skateboard park memmberships, or even a trip to the icecream shop right now, but My children know they are loved. Sometimes that's all I can give.
I do hope this wasn't a waste of your time, I don't know what or whom this is written for, but it's real. It's my heart and Friend I hope you are blessed.
Until next time, God bless and Make it a great day!
Friday, May 24
Saturday, September 1
Dollhouse Declutter Series Introduction
Recently I've taken on the project of decluttering my home.
I decided to begin in the most cluttered spot in my home and work my way through. I chose the master closet as my starting point. and as I sat down to plan this project out I remembered that a friend had shared with me about a method her Mama called the "dollhouse Method".
Dollhouse Method?
It's called the dollhouse method because; if you've ever seen a little girl sitting on the floor playing with a dollhouse, it usually begins with her dumping out all the contents and setting it up the way she wants it this time.
Well, the dollhouse method for cleaning our homes workds essentially the same way. Now Obviously, we can't pick up a room and shake it empty; so we clear it out completely and put back only what we want in that particular room. What doesn't belong doesn't go in. What doesn't have a place is either donated or sold. Some things may have sentimental value and others may find a place in another room. For that reason, we can choose to donate/sell some items room by room and/or have a big rummage sale at the end of the entire project.
I have decided to take a week per room since I know I have 3 kiddos to homeschool, a family of 5 to feed and life in general to tend to.
Have you used the "dollhouse Method" before? How did it work for you? If you have any suggestions I'd love to hear them. If you would like to follow me in the Dollhouse Declutter Series; leave a comment below and tell me where you are beginning in your home.
I will post each week as I progress through my home, sharing tips and tricks along the way.
Until next time,
God bless and Make it a great day!
I decided to begin in the most cluttered spot in my home and work my way through. I chose the master closet as my starting point. and as I sat down to plan this project out I remembered that a friend had shared with me about a method her Mama called the "dollhouse Method".
Dollhouse Method?
It's called the dollhouse method because; if you've ever seen a little girl sitting on the floor playing with a dollhouse, it usually begins with her dumping out all the contents and setting it up the way she wants it this time.
Well, the dollhouse method for cleaning our homes workds essentially the same way. Now Obviously, we can't pick up a room and shake it empty; so we clear it out completely and put back only what we want in that particular room. What doesn't belong doesn't go in. What doesn't have a place is either donated or sold. Some things may have sentimental value and others may find a place in another room. For that reason, we can choose to donate/sell some items room by room and/or have a big rummage sale at the end of the entire project.
I have decided to take a week per room since I know I have 3 kiddos to homeschool, a family of 5 to feed and life in general to tend to.
Have you used the "dollhouse Method" before? How did it work for you? If you have any suggestions I'd love to hear them. If you would like to follow me in the Dollhouse Declutter Series; leave a comment below and tell me where you are beginning in your home.
I will post each week as I progress through my home, sharing tips and tricks along the way.
Until next time,
God bless and Make it a great day!
A simple but Happy summer
Hello again friends!
This is Labor day Weekend. Our summer is winding down and we are drawing closer to the holiday season.
Summer for the PinedaFamily5 has been a fun and happy one. We began with a trip to northern California where we visited with my aunt, spent some time at peer 39, played on the boardwalk at Santa Cruz, and celebrated DS1's 11th birthday all the while.
Father's day was spent with Dh's dad and mom, having lunch and a visit to the park.
The 4th of July we spent with my parents; some poppers (fireworks are prohibited in our local area) in the back yard and some dinner.
Then the 2 olders went to camp Ronald McDonald for Good Times, and came back just in time to celebrate Ds2's 10th birthday.
Swimming, and reading and music have pretty much filled in the rest of our summer time.
So while it's been a simple summer, it has been a happy summer and one of the best summers we've had in a very long time.
I hope your summer has been a happy one too.
Until next time, God bless and Make it a great day!
This is Labor day Weekend. Our summer is winding down and we are drawing closer to the holiday season.
Summer for the PinedaFamily5 has been a fun and happy one. We began with a trip to northern California where we visited with my aunt, spent some time at peer 39, played on the boardwalk at Santa Cruz, and celebrated DS1's 11th birthday all the while.
Father's day was spent with Dh's dad and mom, having lunch and a visit to the park.
The 4th of July we spent with my parents; some poppers (fireworks are prohibited in our local area) in the back yard and some dinner.
Then the 2 olders went to camp Ronald McDonald for Good Times, and came back just in time to celebrate Ds2's 10th birthday.
Swimming, and reading and music have pretty much filled in the rest of our summer time.
So while it's been a simple summer, it has been a happy summer and one of the best summers we've had in a very long time.
I hope your summer has been a happy one too.
Until next time, God bless and Make it a great day!
Sunday, July 8
My Other Health Issue Story
Tonight I am sitting on my couch. Everyone else is sleeping,. This past week has been a particularly trying one. It seems like my health issues have all popped their heads out to wish me a "Happy 4th of July".
Needless to say, this may not be the most positive entry I've ever written. But, as most of us have come to realize, life isn't always a bowl of cherries. And just incase you were wondering, I'm not a super hero. I have writen before that I am a blind woman, but I'm not sure if I've ever written about the fact that I have a rare condition known as GBS (no not Group B Strep,) Guillian Barre Syndrome. Here's that story.
When I was 15, I had come down with what I thought was the flu. I had been home from school for a couple of days and in bed. I got up to go to the bathroom and felt so weak I could bearly stand. I thought not too much of it as I made my way down to the end of the hallway. I figured I was just sleepy but when I fell and couldn't get back up; that's when I knew there was some thing wrong.
I called out to my Dad who was sleeping since he was to get up and leave to work the swing shift that afternoon. He and my brother carried me to the care and drove me to the urgent care center. There, the physitions poked, prodded, and determined that I needed to go to the hospital. I was taken by ambulance to the Emergency room at UCI medical center. Doctors asked me what seemed like a gozillian questions; ranging from my name to the last 10 presidents. After more poking at the bottoms of my feet, pressing them with tuning forks, testing of my reflexes (including 1 neurologist who insisted on checking my pupals even after having been told several times that my eyes are prosthesis due to RB), and finding that none of these things made me move my legs, I was admitted to the ICU. My parents were told that the doctors were not sure what was going on and that further testing would be necessary to determine what was happening to my body.
CT scans, MRI, x-rays, and yes even a spinal tap or 2 were performed. Then we were told I had Gullian Barre Syndrom. I regained movement after a course of IVIG (intravenis ImunoGlobulin). I was released in 5 days and GBS was ruled out because during my hospital stay I had continued to breathe on my own. None-the-les, it took a few weeks before I was myself again.
Fast forward 10 years and I'm sitting in the livingroom having a lighthearted conversation with my mother in law and eating a microwaved dish of ravioli. I stand to put my bowl in the trash and my fork in the sink. I bid her a good night and head off to my room to get ready for work the following morning. I'd beeln feeing some tingling in my hands and face over the past few weeks, but since the company was bringing in a new system; I figured it was just stress. but, as I made my way to my room I began to notice that my legs were growing heavy. Heavier and heavier as I gathered my outfit and other belongings for the morning. Until, I realized that I was stomping, not walking but stomping so much that the house made a booming sound with each of my steps. I grew even more concerned when I lay in bed and had a hard time bringing my legs to comfortable sleeping position. By this time, 20 minutes had gone by since I said good night to my mother in law. But when I stood to test what I was almost already certain of, I knew I was going nowhere on my own.
My husband and brother in law carryed me to the car and off to the ER we went. Leaving my children sleeping in their beds because my husband's parents lived with us and after all it was an emergency. I spent the 1st week undergoing the same battery of tests I'd underwent 10 years before, the same course of IVIG, but this time I was not released in 5 days, not 10 days either. I stayed in the hospital for 3 and a half weeks. Away from my then 6, 5, and 2 year old children. They came to see me when My parents had a chance to bring them. See, they took care of my babies while I was in the hospital and while Hubby went to work, then to see me afterward.
When I was released I went to an in patient rehabilitation center where I stayed for about a week before I begged and pleaded with my therapists and doctor to go home because I missed my husband and babies so much.
It took me months to work my way out of the wheel chair, and still more months to walk with out the 2wheel walker. But I made it. I got rid of the equipment, threw away my support braces I had bought from a medical supply store, and all seemed well. I figured the fatigue would go away in time, I forced myself to keep up, and I did my absolute best not to say more about it.
But, the twitching still happens, the muscles still hurt, I still tire easily, and I don't wear flat shoes often due to the fact that my feet are not comfortable in them. I was told that recovery would be 3-5 years, yet here I am still feeling the same old things. And I wonder if this will ever completely go away. I have good days and not-so-good days, but I try to keep going. I'll be back to using a walker soon but this time for help with long walking distances, I do my best on my good days to make up for time wasted on days I spend in bed or on the couch unable to push past the fatigue or other discomforts. Sometimes I teach from my bed propped up on pillows, and even manage some cuddle time during those days.
So to my hubby, my kids, and anyone else who my not-so-good days have affected, I sincerely appologize. And if you haven't had the displeasure of dealing with my slow movement, need for untimely pressure massage (once in the middle of the grocery store), or my occasional groans due to muscle cramps; I'm glad for you.
GBS affects 1 in 70000 people in the US, it is linked to the flu shot, but usually occurs in military personelle since they are subjected to experimental testing and vaccinations during deployment to 3rd world countries. My case however, is a strange one. because, I have never had a flu shot in my life, and have never been in the military. I remember one of the hospital nurses making a joke; she suggested I play the lotery the 1st chance I got, seeing as how my odds were so high. lol that was a laugh that came when I really needed it.
So, I have more to deal with, but I'm still a mom, wife, daughter, teacher, handy woman, maid, chef, and nurse, I am a MommyOf3Cherubs. But most of all I'm blessed because I am 1 of God's children. Oh, and I can do _all things through God who strengthens me.
Thanks to anyone who actually read through this whole thing. I hope it didn't bore you too much. I guess sometimes I get to writing and well, you know how that goes.
Until next time my friends, God bless you and remember to make it a great day!
P.S. My spelling is incorrect throughout this entry and for that I appologize, but it is late and I'm sure Google or some other internet resource has the correct spellings. Thanks for understanding.
Needless to say, this may not be the most positive entry I've ever written. But, as most of us have come to realize, life isn't always a bowl of cherries. And just incase you were wondering, I'm not a super hero. I have writen before that I am a blind woman, but I'm not sure if I've ever written about the fact that I have a rare condition known as GBS (no not Group B Strep,) Guillian Barre Syndrome. Here's that story.
When I was 15, I had come down with what I thought was the flu. I had been home from school for a couple of days and in bed. I got up to go to the bathroom and felt so weak I could bearly stand. I thought not too much of it as I made my way down to the end of the hallway. I figured I was just sleepy but when I fell and couldn't get back up; that's when I knew there was some thing wrong.
I called out to my Dad who was sleeping since he was to get up and leave to work the swing shift that afternoon. He and my brother carried me to the care and drove me to the urgent care center. There, the physitions poked, prodded, and determined that I needed to go to the hospital. I was taken by ambulance to the Emergency room at UCI medical center. Doctors asked me what seemed like a gozillian questions; ranging from my name to the last 10 presidents. After more poking at the bottoms of my feet, pressing them with tuning forks, testing of my reflexes (including 1 neurologist who insisted on checking my pupals even after having been told several times that my eyes are prosthesis due to RB), and finding that none of these things made me move my legs, I was admitted to the ICU. My parents were told that the doctors were not sure what was going on and that further testing would be necessary to determine what was happening to my body.
CT scans, MRI, x-rays, and yes even a spinal tap or 2 were performed. Then we were told I had Gullian Barre Syndrom. I regained movement after a course of IVIG (intravenis ImunoGlobulin). I was released in 5 days and GBS was ruled out because during my hospital stay I had continued to breathe on my own. None-the-les, it took a few weeks before I was myself again.
Fast forward 10 years and I'm sitting in the livingroom having a lighthearted conversation with my mother in law and eating a microwaved dish of ravioli. I stand to put my bowl in the trash and my fork in the sink. I bid her a good night and head off to my room to get ready for work the following morning. I'd beeln feeing some tingling in my hands and face over the past few weeks, but since the company was bringing in a new system; I figured it was just stress. but, as I made my way to my room I began to notice that my legs were growing heavy. Heavier and heavier as I gathered my outfit and other belongings for the morning. Until, I realized that I was stomping, not walking but stomping so much that the house made a booming sound with each of my steps. I grew even more concerned when I lay in bed and had a hard time bringing my legs to comfortable sleeping position. By this time, 20 minutes had gone by since I said good night to my mother in law. But when I stood to test what I was almost already certain of, I knew I was going nowhere on my own.
My husband and brother in law carryed me to the car and off to the ER we went. Leaving my children sleeping in their beds because my husband's parents lived with us and after all it was an emergency. I spent the 1st week undergoing the same battery of tests I'd underwent 10 years before, the same course of IVIG, but this time I was not released in 5 days, not 10 days either. I stayed in the hospital for 3 and a half weeks. Away from my then 6, 5, and 2 year old children. They came to see me when My parents had a chance to bring them. See, they took care of my babies while I was in the hospital and while Hubby went to work, then to see me afterward.
When I was released I went to an in patient rehabilitation center where I stayed for about a week before I begged and pleaded with my therapists and doctor to go home because I missed my husband and babies so much.
It took me months to work my way out of the wheel chair, and still more months to walk with out the 2wheel walker. But I made it. I got rid of the equipment, threw away my support braces I had bought from a medical supply store, and all seemed well. I figured the fatigue would go away in time, I forced myself to keep up, and I did my absolute best not to say more about it.
But, the twitching still happens, the muscles still hurt, I still tire easily, and I don't wear flat shoes often due to the fact that my feet are not comfortable in them. I was told that recovery would be 3-5 years, yet here I am still feeling the same old things. And I wonder if this will ever completely go away. I have good days and not-so-good days, but I try to keep going. I'll be back to using a walker soon but this time for help with long walking distances, I do my best on my good days to make up for time wasted on days I spend in bed or on the couch unable to push past the fatigue or other discomforts. Sometimes I teach from my bed propped up on pillows, and even manage some cuddle time during those days.
So to my hubby, my kids, and anyone else who my not-so-good days have affected, I sincerely appologize. And if you haven't had the displeasure of dealing with my slow movement, need for untimely pressure massage (once in the middle of the grocery store), or my occasional groans due to muscle cramps; I'm glad for you.
GBS affects 1 in 70000 people in the US, it is linked to the flu shot, but usually occurs in military personelle since they are subjected to experimental testing and vaccinations during deployment to 3rd world countries. My case however, is a strange one. because, I have never had a flu shot in my life, and have never been in the military. I remember one of the hospital nurses making a joke; she suggested I play the lotery the 1st chance I got, seeing as how my odds were so high. lol that was a laugh that came when I really needed it.
So, I have more to deal with, but I'm still a mom, wife, daughter, teacher, handy woman, maid, chef, and nurse, I am a MommyOf3Cherubs. But most of all I'm blessed because I am 1 of God's children. Oh, and I can do _all things through God who strengthens me.
Thanks to anyone who actually read through this whole thing. I hope it didn't bore you too much. I guess sometimes I get to writing and well, you know how that goes.
Until next time my friends, God bless you and remember to make it a great day!
P.S. My spelling is incorrect throughout this entry and for that I appologize, but it is late and I'm sure Google or some other internet resource has the correct spellings. Thanks for understanding.
Sunday, June 17
Happy Father's Day To All You Dads
Father, papa, dad, daddy, and so many other names we have for the man who raised us. THe man who worked long hours, woke in the middle of the night to check for monsters under the bed, and who gave us a stern "talken to" when we needed it.
This past week, my dad retired after 20 years of cleaning up after elementary school children and teachers. He worked the swing shift for the duration of those 20 years and as a result missed much of the extra curricular performances and other activities of my junior high, and highschool years. But, we had food to eat, a house to live in, and most (if not all) we wanted. Weekend camping trips where Dad taught me how to appreciate nature, and my brother to build and light a campfire, drive a dunebuggy, and run away from the skyrockit before it goes off. lol Sure, just like any other family, we met hard times, we had our struggles. But dad and mom made it all OK.
Personally I am a mom, but just being a parent and watching my husband do his daddy part of raising our 3 littles, helps me understand that making it all work out for our kiddos isn't always easy. So, I just want to say thanks daddy for all you've done for me, my brother, and Mom.
And I want to wish a happy Father's Day to all the dads out there who are stepping up and really being dads.
"Any male can father a child, but it takes a MAN to be a dad."
Until next time Friends, God Bless and as always Make it a great day!
This past week, my dad retired after 20 years of cleaning up after elementary school children and teachers. He worked the swing shift for the duration of those 20 years and as a result missed much of the extra curricular performances and other activities of my junior high, and highschool years. But, we had food to eat, a house to live in, and most (if not all) we wanted. Weekend camping trips where Dad taught me how to appreciate nature, and my brother to build and light a campfire, drive a dunebuggy, and run away from the skyrockit before it goes off. lol Sure, just like any other family, we met hard times, we had our struggles. But dad and mom made it all OK.
Personally I am a mom, but just being a parent and watching my husband do his daddy part of raising our 3 littles, helps me understand that making it all work out for our kiddos isn't always easy. So, I just want to say thanks daddy for all you've done for me, my brother, and Mom.
And I want to wish a happy Father's Day to all the dads out there who are stepping up and really being dads.
"Any male can father a child, but it takes a MAN to be a dad."
Until next time Friends, God Bless and as always Make it a great day!
Friday, June 8
My Share God Challenge
We sit down, order our food, and wait for it to come.
When the food arrives, we say a prayer for our food. Usually 1 person prays and the family ends the prayer together with a resounding "Amen".
Prayer in a restaurant isn't something you see every day. And we often get looks for it. Surprising the looks we get are not looks of contempt, but looks of admiration. (I am not being full of myself here) I pray with my family where ever we happen to be; and i don't care what other people around us think.
Why" Because I love God, I am blessed, and I am greatful for it. I am a christian who wants to share the word of God, and the blessings I have, And secretly hopes to show people that pthere is no shame in these things. On the contrary, the relationship with God is something to share and be proud of.
Share by example, pushing my beliefs on a person only pushes them away. Most people throw away flyers, brush off stories, and even become anoyed by, "another one of those religious fanatics." It's easy to love God when all is going well, but it not always as easy to love God and have faith when times are hard. But, that's what God wants us to do. I know this post if full of things we've all probably heard at some point in our lives, but I write these things because they are true.
so I pray in public, I give thanks for the blessings, and I do what I do, and in the process teach my children to do the same. if someone happens to learn something, that's Gods work.
Except for today. I am issuing a challenge. If you don't already, say a prayer in a public place, give thanks for the blessing in your life, and/or just simply say a prayer Asking God to help that "grumpy person" in your grocery line today.
Until next time Friends, God bless and Make it a great day!
When the food arrives, we say a prayer for our food. Usually 1 person prays and the family ends the prayer together with a resounding "Amen".
Prayer in a restaurant isn't something you see every day. And we often get looks for it. Surprising the looks we get are not looks of contempt, but looks of admiration. (I am not being full of myself here) I pray with my family where ever we happen to be; and i don't care what other people around us think.
Why" Because I love God, I am blessed, and I am greatful for it. I am a christian who wants to share the word of God, and the blessings I have, And secretly hopes to show people that pthere is no shame in these things. On the contrary, the relationship with God is something to share and be proud of.
Share by example, pushing my beliefs on a person only pushes them away. Most people throw away flyers, brush off stories, and even become anoyed by, "another one of those religious fanatics." It's easy to love God when all is going well, but it not always as easy to love God and have faith when times are hard. But, that's what God wants us to do. I know this post if full of things we've all probably heard at some point in our lives, but I write these things because they are true.
so I pray in public, I give thanks for the blessings, and I do what I do, and in the process teach my children to do the same. if someone happens to learn something, that's Gods work.
Except for today. I am issuing a challenge. If you don't already, say a prayer in a public place, give thanks for the blessing in your life, and/or just simply say a prayer Asking God to help that "grumpy person" in your grocery line today.
Until next time Friends, God bless and Make it a great day!
Thursday, June 7
Make My Day I Dare You
Today, is the 1st day of the rest of your life! Enjoy this day, and make the best of the days to come. How? Read on for some tips hat have helped me and I hope they prove jsut as valuable to you too.
1. A good night's sleep always makes for a better day. Rest is so important; since it gives your body the down time it needs to rejuvinate itself, your body also takes this time to heal from any nicks or other ingery sustained during the day, and most importantly it gives the brain time to sort through all the information it has recieved allowing it to erase the things you don't want to remember adn keep the things you do. (food for thought)
2. Brushing of teeth: What? Yes, the mint in your toothpaste can help you focus, wake your scenses up (in turn waking your mind), when your scenses are awake you can focus on the tasks your day brings, and for goodness sake it gets rid of the excess bacteria in your mouth eliminating bad breath.
3. Find at least 5 things to give thanks for: Even if you say thanks for the air you breath, the sun in the sky, and the song of that "beautiful" bird that so nice woke you at 5 in the morning with his lovely song. Giving thanks for the small things will help you appreciate the big things all that much more.
4. Music: Music (especially inspirational or upbeat music) will keep your mind in a better mood than if you spend your day in silence. Music comes in many different styles and everyone has their personal preference; but if you listen to sad music it has the power to make your mind sad, where as happy music has the power to lift your spirit and make your mood that much better.
5. Love you some babies: Our babies are a precious gift from God and they are meant for us to love; sometimes that meas a hug, other times that means a game to play, and then sometimes it just means sitting down and watching them play their way. Whatever you do to show your babies that you love them I can guarantee they will love you right back. And who doesn't like to be loved? I know I do.
How your day goes is up to you. Making the best of your day or letting your day get the best of you is a choice we make by the minute. And while not every minute of every day is going to be peaches and cream, I hope your days are filled with the choice to make them great.
Until next time my friends, God bless, and Make it a GREAT day!
1. A good night's sleep always makes for a better day. Rest is so important; since it gives your body the down time it needs to rejuvinate itself, your body also takes this time to heal from any nicks or other ingery sustained during the day, and most importantly it gives the brain time to sort through all the information it has recieved allowing it to erase the things you don't want to remember adn keep the things you do. (food for thought)
2. Brushing of teeth: What? Yes, the mint in your toothpaste can help you focus, wake your scenses up (in turn waking your mind), when your scenses are awake you can focus on the tasks your day brings, and for goodness sake it gets rid of the excess bacteria in your mouth eliminating bad breath.
3. Find at least 5 things to give thanks for: Even if you say thanks for the air you breath, the sun in the sky, and the song of that "beautiful" bird that so nice woke you at 5 in the morning with his lovely song. Giving thanks for the small things will help you appreciate the big things all that much more.
4. Music: Music (especially inspirational or upbeat music) will keep your mind in a better mood than if you spend your day in silence. Music comes in many different styles and everyone has their personal preference; but if you listen to sad music it has the power to make your mind sad, where as happy music has the power to lift your spirit and make your mood that much better.
5. Love you some babies: Our babies are a precious gift from God and they are meant for us to love; sometimes that meas a hug, other times that means a game to play, and then sometimes it just means sitting down and watching them play their way. Whatever you do to show your babies that you love them I can guarantee they will love you right back. And who doesn't like to be loved? I know I do.
How your day goes is up to you. Making the best of your day or letting your day get the best of you is a choice we make by the minute. And while not every minute of every day is going to be peaches and cream, I hope your days are filled with the choice to make them great.
Until next time my friends, God bless, and Make it a GREAT day!
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