tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63535471408092783612024-03-14T10:47:31.713-04:00CMOM ProductionsCMOM Productions is all about my thoughts, experiences, and other randomness in my life that are currently in production. From my struggles and triumphs as a wife and mom of 2 boys, to my own personal goals and dreams, and everything frontwards, backwards, sideways, and in between! Welcome to my blog, my name is Melinda Marie.
Current 2010 Blog Schedule: Monday and Wednesday.CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-5307952004724062013-05-06T09:00:00.000-04:002013-05-06T09:00:10.815-04:00Project Life Summer Journals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My kids have kept a journal since they were 6 and 4 years old. While they haven't always written in them steadily, each is full of life from their own perspective. My oldest recently filled up his decorated composition notebook, so I began to think about what to use for his next book. Both boys have grown up so much since we began this life project and I want to find something that inspires a continued interest in telling their stories. Not to mention that writing is a summer break requirement in our home and it is quickly approaching. The big question, "how can I keep the <i>educational</i> aspect of it fun?" <br />
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If you scrapbook, you may have noticed a trend that has picked up tremendously. It's called Project Life. There are a number of versions of the idea but the most popular I've found is from <a href="http://www.beckyhiggins.com/">Becky Higgins</a>. In fact, I use the digital version via AC Digitals. I love it! It's a simple way to scrapbook and makes memory keeping a little easier. There are filler cards that give a touch of design, color, & embellishment to go along with your photos. Journal cards are used to write about your week. Since O has finished his notebook journal, I wondered if my boys would be interested in their own album. Then Becky Higgins blogged about kids who were doing just that. That's when I approached my kids with the idea. <br />
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Since then, we've actually checked out a few different brands with a similar vibe already. My boys are drawn to Simple Stories SNAP! because of the bold colors and small size. Project Life by Becky Higgins is coming to Hobby Lobby very soon (rumor is it'll be this week), so that's an option too. I'm going to let them choose what they want because they'll be more excited about working on it. Regardless of the brand or design they pick, the idea of Project Life is a winner in my book. They will keep writing (yay!) and recording their memories in a fun way. I plan to encourage the boys to make and design some of their own cards too. We'll add art, notes from friends, photos by & of the boys, and whatever says "this is my life today" to the two little men in my life. I can't wait to see what they come up with. <br />
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My youngest son has a huge heart for art. Although both of my boys love to draw, M has a passion for creating and trying new projects. One of his favorite recent creations can be seen in the photos. We came up with this one because his fabulous Art teacher had it pinned on Pinterest. All we needed were art pastels (not chalk), a plastic bin (big enough for paper), cardstock, water, a place to dry your paper, and a craft stick. Pastels sealing spray is suggested, but optional. If you get the opportunity, give it a try. A black silhouette of your favorite image is great addition to glue on after the paper is dry. Frame it for yourself or as a great gift! I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.<br />
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<b>On Another Note:</b></div>
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<i>I've recently run out of photo storage on my blog. The decision to remove old photos currently in place or switch over to my website blog is being weighed at this time. I do not wish to purchase more "space." As a result, the next few blog postings may not have photos to accompany them. My plate is full with Christmas happenings, so I've resolved to make the decision after the holidays.</i></div>
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CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-43518901978097136662012-12-05T13:33:00.001-05:002012-12-05T13:33:06.089-05:00Meeting Jeff Kinney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Authors are the new rock star! At least that's how things roll in my family. Anyone who can get kids excited about reading deserves a cheering section.<br />
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My excitement about their excitement was overwhelming when I surprised my sons (and a friend) with tickets to meet one of their favorite authors, Jeff Kinney. I even managed to get my little men to wear Wimpy Kid shirts without spoiling the surprise. After picking them all up early from school, I handed out 3 Christmas wrapped books (the latest DOAWK book) and let them know it was an early Christmas gift. Afterwards, I handed my oldest son a manilla envelope that I stamped with the Wimpy Kid (a previous handmade project) and a santa hat. He pulled out 3 tickets to a book signing with Jeff Kinney and read them out loud. When O realized that we were going to meet one of his favorite authors at that very moment, he responded with an energetic, "are you serious?" He was stoked and the other two boys sat with stunned looks on their faces in amazement. They all thought I had an appointment that day, so they couldn't believe I had pulled one over on them. <br />
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Thanks to a local book store, each of the boys got the latest book in the Wimpy Kid series autographed (along with a drawing of Greg or Manny), a magnet, and a tattoo. Mr. Kinney spoke with the boys as he signed and shared with them that his kids were in the same grades that they are in. The boys chose to get a group photo with the amazing author before we headed out. <br />
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Thanks Schuler Books & Mr. Kinney! <br />
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<br />CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-28034905015423682452012-11-07T15:03:00.002-05:002012-11-07T15:06:02.243-05:003 Something AM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last night was long and tiring. Before you get ahead of yourself, it was not because of the election. My oldest son woke up around <i>3somethingAM</i> feeling sick. Feeling turned into being. If you are a parent, you realize what that means. Sleep was broken as I took care of my <i>not-a-baby-anymore</i> boy. <br />
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As he was drifting off at one point, I held him close and stopped to appreciate the moment. O is no longer a baby, not a toddler, and growing quickly towards being a pre-teen, but he still needs me. When your children get to be a certain age, the cuddles come less often. It's hard not to miss it. Even so, there isn't a second that I'd wish for my kids to be sick. Yet comforting him made me smile and gave me comfort as well<br />
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I adore my sons and am happy to see them growing into such wonderful young men. My prayers continue for their present and future, as well as gratitude for the blessings that they have been from the day I realized that I carried them. Being a mom is worth all of the sleepless nights. CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-39763351336170449482012-11-03T20:18:00.002-04:002012-11-03T20:18:25.360-04:00CMOM Productions: Hobbits & Heroes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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O, my oldest son, is whole heartedly a fan of the character who wears <i>precious</i> goods around his neck. If you guessed Frodo Baggins, hobbit of the Shire, you would indeed be correct. After reading <i>The Hobbit </i>and beginning<i> The Fellowship of the Rings,</i> O insisted that he wanted to become Frodo. How could I deny my son's desire to be his favorite hobbit hero? Working without a pattern, I thus began my quest to create an authentic replica with the fabrics I had on hand. Aiding me were detailed movie and costume photos found online. In the end, the hairy hobbit feet were my biggest challenge. While I was grateful to have most everything on hand, I purchased the following items: vinyl with "wrinkles/lines" in the skin tone I was looking for (found on clearance for $8/yd), a necklace chain ($3.99 before 40% off coupon), black winter hat ($1 Walmart), doll hair ($6.99 before 50% off coupon), and 1 pair of flip flops for under $2. The end result... Well, you be the judge. Would you call it <i>precious</i>?<br />
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Now my youngest son, M, is more reserved and doesn't enjoy a showy costume. Although if he is going to dress up, the details have to be spot on. This may be one of the reasons he chose a superhero that doesn't insist on standing in the spotlight. He's comfortable keeping an eye on things from a distance, but willing to step up when it counts and always hits his target. Hawkeye of the Avengers may be quiet, but he aims to be a great hero. We unexpectedly found the physically fit vest style shirt at <i>Target</i>. M insisted there was no need to make this piece from scratch. It came with a black bow and 2 suction cup arrows, so he was all set to become a Shield agent archer. Using items we already owned, we added to the black and maroon wardrobe. For the record, M had no desire to wear boot covers. He was one happy hero with the additions we created and insisted we hit the mark.</div>
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Within 9 months of 2012, I have seen a wealth of change. I must admit, the year didn't start out on a high note for me. I went through some difficult situations, was blindsided, felt discouraged, and got "knocked down" a number of times. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all bad and I know it certainly could have been worse. At some point I found myself being<a href="http://cmomproductions.blogspot.com/2012/04/he-drew-me-closer.html"> drawn closer to God</a>. Through the process I found a reason for the negative thrown in my direction... growth. <i>We all know I'm not talking about my height here.</i> I'm not saying I want to live through the hurts again and the list of those I trust is much shorter, but it brought me to where I am today. There is peace in this knowledge. The way I view things has altered slightly. While there is more caution, I have more faith. I'm aware that my days of learning are far from over. When the next struggle comes along, I plan to deal with it to the best of my ability, using prayer & patience. God has a plan for me.<br />
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During the summer, we experienced great blessings. Visiting with friends and extended family on the east coast was one highlight. Our hearts and family grew as we took part in the fabulous wedding of my father-in-law & P. She is an amazing woman who enriches all of our lives tremendously. We officially gained more additions to our lives with E, little J, B, A, and others as well. Two families really did become one in July. <br />
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While this was a great event in our lives, there were more incredible moments as well. I believe one of the most special happenings came to fruition in part because of motions that were set into place at the beginning of 2012. God moved me. He tweaked my heart through the strife. I gained peace. A desire to be baptized presented itself. While I have been a Christian since the age of 12, there are reasons why I chose not to be baptized until this year. I won't go into detail, but I will tell you that I wanted all the glory to be for God and nobody else. On the evening of May 13, 2012 (Mother's Day), I read my written testimony in front of our church and was baptized by Pastor T. It was an incredible day that I shared with my mom, older brother, husband, sons, & dear friends. <br />
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A spark began. Times of hurt caused me to turn to God on a deeper level. In turn, I altered my prayers to God regarding situations in my life that I could not fathom how to repair. One of these prayers was simply... "God I don't know what to do, but You do, so I'm putting it in Your hands." I meant it, continued this prayer, and gave it fully to God. In mid-July, I was amazed to receive a message that I honestly never expected. It took me some time to process, but I felt that God was answering my prayers. Faith that He was in control encouraged me to proceed. A bond that was broken four years before had begun to mend and continues to do so. My younger brother, M4, is back in my life. In fact, we attended his wedding to D in August and are now blessed with a new sister-in-law (an aunt to my sons). I truly believe that God brought us to this place. What joy fills my heart for this gift. <br />
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Sharing personal stories isn't always the most comfortable thing to do. There is always concern that someone will become upset in the process. For those of you who have read my blog postings before, you know I have shared difficult situations in the past. You have been given an insight to my journey, read my light hearted stories, experienced some of my joys, and seen my crafty creative side. My life is no better than anyone else's and I don't pretend to have all the answers, but if my story can give a little hope, inspiration, or help to someone else, then I feel it's important to share it. <br />
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Today, I am grateful. <3 I give the glory to God! I sing His praises!<br />
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<br />CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-20138321464153818302012-06-08T07:30:00.000-04:002012-06-08T07:30:05.098-04:00Mo Fun Projects<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are a family that loves Mo Willems! My son, M, was introduced to Pigeon, Gerald, Piggie, & oh so many mo(re) fabulous characters when he started school. Thanks to the fabulous teacher, Mrs. R., we have fallen in love with the humor that Mr. Willems brings. If you have never read one of these fantastic stories, give them a try. Our absolute favorite is a Piggie & Elephant story called, "We Are In A Book!" Be warned though. Once you go Mo, you never go back. <br />
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With all this love for storybook characters, you might not be surprised that we've done a number of crafts in honor of them. My friends have insisted that I share some of these fun projects. Many Mo fun projects will be making their debut below. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*Some Mo Willems themed projects not pictures have already been showcased on my blog.</span></i><br />
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<i>Mr. Willems, </i><br />
<i>If you happen upon our little bit of this, little bit of that, family based blog, please know that we greatly admire you. Your books are absolutely the best and we share them with everyone we know. Okay. We may not exactly share <u>our</u> books with everyone, but we do tell them about your amazing stories and buy them for some other special kiddos in our lives. You've inspired these projects with your fun cast of characters and I'm certain you'll continue to do so. We thank you for the humor, entertainment, and making reading a little mo' fun! Keep writing & illustrating... we'll keep reading & loving every second!</i><br />
<i>You Fans,</i><br />
<i>CMOM Productions (just another cast of characters)</i><br />
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This fun Pigeon mascot was hand drawn. <i> Here he is playing "Pigeon Lips" for Valentine's Day. </i>Key ingredients... poster board, scrapbook paper, glue, & a large laminating machine. If you aren't into hand drawing, you could always use a projector to help create Sir Pigeon.</div>
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No mascot is complete without accessories. Let's face it. This Pigeon has to show his attitude and what better way to do so than with extra style. <i>All items were laminated. *Not pictured: 1 speech bubble, perfect for bus driving requests. While not all of the props are completed, it's a start. When I finish the rest (I do have a list), I promise to do another post to showcase them. </i></div>
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<i><b>Pirate Pigeon</b> (March is Reading Month theme: Pirates)... </i><br />
<i>The palm tree & beach sand were made by an amazing friend & fellow parent volunteer and myself. Three cheers for Miss J! The pirate pigeon artwork is amazing! Bravo kids!</i></div>
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<i><b>Irish Pigeon</b> (St. Patty's Day)... </i></div>
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<i>Per my request, this one was created by my fabulous husband, C!</i></div>
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<b>Desk Name Tags...</b><br />
<i>Mo' favorite characters, including the man himself, plus a speech bubble, some scrapbook paper, adhesive, & a laminating machine. Write names on with a sharpie and cover with contact paper to stick them to the desks. At the end of the year remove the sharpie with rubbing alcohol (I learned this trick from M's teacher).</i><br />
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<b>Pigeon Treasure Keeper...</b><br />
<i>Using my previously seen hand carved Pigeon stamp, recycled containers, white contact paper, sharpies, these treasure keepers were fun little gifts for M's classmates.</i><br />
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<i>Wooden doll pegs, paint, brushes, modge podge to seal it, and patience.</i><br />
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<b>Cat the Cat Clock...</b><br />
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Life is ever changing. We learn, grow, and move forward. Our path isn't always what we imagine it to be. At times we stumble or lose sight of what is important. It happens. That's when we pick up the pieces, find our way back, and push on in the right direction.<br />
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I'm often one to put on a brave face and convince myself that I am unaffected by whatever circumstance falls upon me. At times it's true, yet not always. For a few months I found myself feeling very down. I was unable to shake the sad and negative that had crept up and piled on. When I hit a point where I could release some of it I felt better, but it wasn't completely gone.<br />
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As I began to read an inspirational fiction book, there were points that hit close to home. I opened my heart a little more and pondered the lessons I could learn from this story. When I finished it, an ebook that I had gotten during a Nook Free Friday was the next one that popped up. I was feeling a little under the weather and thought it was a good time to start reading it. The overview for "When You Can't Find God: How to Ignite the Power of His Presence" by Linda Evans Shepherd says "You can find hope and peace--no matter what." This book has pointed me back in the right direction.<br />
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Life is not perfect, nor will it ever be, but God is in control. The circumstances (good and bad) shape us. My recent struggles and sadness brought me to a place where I reached out to God, yet He was already there, and He drew me closer. <br />
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<i> Mercy Said No</i> by Greg Long</div>CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-7128326824955060552012-03-29T13:22:00.000-04:002012-03-29T13:22:04.925-04:00Affect Someone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Do you ever have moments when you feel as though you just can't win? You're defeated at every turn and just want to fast forward to bed time. Then out of nowhere, someone says or does the most priceless thing that makes you smile. That person, having no idea how much their actions or words mean, can change your entire day. They may not erase all of the negatives, but instead remind you that it's often not all that important.<br />
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I have amazing friends from various states in this country. We don't get the opportunity to talk on a regular basis and I'm lucky to see some them every few years. Yet when we do have a conversation or get to visit, we pick up as though we saw each other yesterday. I have a handful of fantastic local friends that make me laugh and smile whenever I see them too. To have these people in my life means I'm blessed with truly incredible friendships. <br />
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A number of these special people have brightened my day without even knowing that I needed it. With an email, a letter, a photo, a quick phone call, a post on Facebook, or just stopping in to say hi. It brings tears to my eyes thinking of moments when I have needed a reminder that I am loved and cared about and my friends were there. Without having any idea of what happened in my day or what was happening in my life at that time, they gave me a little pick me up. <br />
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It's moments like these that help me remember there are much bigger things in life than my bad day. God is in control and He has blessed me with beautiful relationships and friendships! <br />
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Maybe you will be the person who turns someone's day around. Remember how easily you can affect your friends, co-workers, family, or even a complete stranger. Kindness matters.CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-44595111115763653992012-02-16T10:21:00.000-05:002012-02-16T10:21:53.879-05:00Sticking With Cupid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I'm sharing and my old blog post, <a href="http://cmomproductions.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-me-on-monday-romantic-notions.html">Romantic Notions</a>, with the story of how I met my husband. I'm linking up with Diane Estrella's <a href="http://dianeestrella.com/?p=8424">How Cupid Shot Me</a> blog hop, so pop on over and check out all of the real life love stories. <br />
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Beyond our story of how it all began, I have a secret to share. Cupid doesn't leave. I fall in love with my husband all over again daily. While love, relationships, & marriage are not easy, we don't let the struggles keep us from what's important. We love each other. <br />
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When I'm having a rough day, C often finds a way to make me smile and laugh. He's surprised me with a thoughtful gift when I least expect it. When I say gift, I don't mean expensive jewelry or roses. If you ask my husband, he'll tell you that's not what I would want anyway. To give an example of what I mean, it could be as simple as a special sandwich I've been craving, a crafty item I've been searching for, a soundtrack on my list, or a hard to find jacket that I've desired for a long time. It's never about money or materialism, but about the thought and time he took for me. It's the little things, such as a much needed reminder note, daily lunch time conversation, or just sitting near each other while we read, work on projects, or relax. He let's me vent, encourages me, laughs with me, stands beside me, and holds me up when I need it most. There are very few people in this world that I feel I can count on and he knows he's #1 on my list. He let's me be who I am. I adore him for being a wonderful father and husband. <br />
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Bullying is a hot topic in today's society. While the focus is generally on children, the fact is that adults deal with it as well. Rumors are spread, people gossip, and whispers can be heard behind each other's backs. Simply put, it hurts. <br />
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Physical injuries are visible and people often easily recognize your need to slow down and heal. It's not as simple with the emotional hurts we incur. Most are unable to see heartache without someone verbalizing it. We all react differently to these circumstances and at times they can even change our personality. No matter if the issue is large or small, it can affect us.<br />
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Imagine a friend, acquaintance, or someone you work with. Now think about that person talking negatively about you behind your back. Think about how you would feel when you found out. What if you had put your heart into something and those hurtful words were about how you handled it? Would it sting? Picture a time in your life when you were feeling disheartened. Now throw that insult to your already injured heart. Where would you be mentally after that? Add in that more than one person was talking about you. How much damage is done now?<br />
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Constructive suggestions and hurtful criticisms are not one and the same. We don't always agree and our process & actions aren't going to be exactly the same. Sometimes we need to discuss it to gain understanding or explain our own thoughts & concerns. Certain people are detail oriented planners, while others are the "fly by the seat of their pants" type. Each of us has strengths and weaknesses. The world works well with all kinds of people in it. Where would we be if we were all the same? Respect, teamwork, kindness, and understanding go a long way.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">When life seems to be a whirlwind of negative, how do you shut it off? Do you have a personal pause "button" to give you time to reflect, refocus, relax, & rejuvenate? How are you able reclaim your brain and your life? </span></i>CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-55137390630950488842011-11-04T08:00:00.000-04:002011-11-04T08:00:17.863-04:00CMOM Productions: Tshirt Pillow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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CMOM Productions: T-Shirt Pillow<br />
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My youngest son's love of The Beatles has already been documented. While searching for that elusive kid sized tshirt, I came upon some great clearance shirts at Target (previously in the music section). The only problem was that the t's were only in adult sizes. I snagged the only men's medium left and knew I'd find something to do with it.<br />
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As you can clearly see by the photo, I turned the men's shirt into a pillow case! It was a simple straight stitch sewing project.<br />
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Simple How To: <br />
Turn your t-shirt inside out. <br />
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Pin under the band/collar of the shirt opening and continue along in a straight line to mark where you need to stitch.<br />
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Close off the arms of the t-shirt by pinning in a straight line up to the point of your previous pins. You should be able to continue your pins to the seams of the shirt (less sewing).<br />
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Straight stitch where you have pinned your shirt.<br />
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Measure the bottom of your shirt, double the number and add approximately 1 inch. Cut a strip of fabric that length. *The width of this fabric depends on your pillow size and preference. <br />
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Roll the edges of your fabric for a clean edge and then stitch it. <br />
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Stitch the ends of the fabric together.<br />
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Pin the fabric to the bottom of your shirt (remember you want a clean edge on the design side of your t-shirt pillowcase).<br />
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Stitch it the pieces together. Trim any hanging threads & be sure to remove all pins.<br />
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*Options: Add ribbon or rick-rack.<br />
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Turn your new pillowcase right side out and place your pillow inside. <br />
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My son loves the he can lay down and look at his Beatles design! If you prefer your design to face a different way, cut it, turn the piece, and add more fabric around the design.<br />
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<br />CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-70927367564146243552011-08-29T05:00:00.000-04:002011-08-29T05:00:01.141-04:00Help! I Need The Beatles!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My son M is a huge fan of The Beatles. We have been searching for a child sized Beatles shirt without luck. Now that it's back to school time, he just has to have one. He'd love an Abbey Road shirt, due to his love of all things "<i>Herbie</i>" (aka VW Beetles), but we've only seen that in a girly style. We missed out on a (<i>sold out</i>) boys shirt available at The Children's Place<i>. </i>After continuous failed search attempts at finding a reasonably priced t-shirt for M, I came up with an idea!<br />
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Bleach<br />
Plain cotton blend t-shirt (wash it first)<br />
Vinyl cut letters (use a die cut machine or buy pre-cut)<br />
Rag, Sponge, or Paper towels<br />
*Alternate Method Needs: Spray bottle<br />
*Alternate Idea: Use your vinyl cut image/letters as a stencil outline instead.<br />
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A Beatles themed school supplies tag (see below) assisted in my creation.<br />
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Step 1: Place vinyl letters (or image) on a clean plain t-shirt. Place something inside the t-shirt to keep the bleach from altering both sides of the shirt. I used a piece of cardboard inside a plastic bag.<br />
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<i>Step 2: Dip your rag in bleach and dab over your letters/image. <i>*Or spray with bleach</i>. You will begin to see the reaction from the bleaching technique. Once you are happy with the changes, rinse your shirt in water to stop the reaction.<br />
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Step 3: Peel away your letters. Wash & dry your shirt.</i><br />
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<i>Step 4: Touch ups can be made with a fabric or sharpie maker if you desire.</i></div>
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<i>Step 5: Gift or wear your new creation with a smile!</i></div>
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CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-84600610338831339892011-08-08T13:53:00.000-04:002011-08-08T13:53:36.880-04:00Smack Dab in the Labyrinth<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I'm unsettled. My boys feel it too. Summer is flapping in the wind and ready to leave us behind as school barrels towards us. If stores would work with us and avoid putting out the school supplies until August actually arrives, maybe we'd feel better about it all. Seasons are too often rushed.<br />
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We have bubbles to blow, sidewalks to decorate with chalk, water fights to have, and so much more to do! Do not fade so quickly dear friend known as Summer. Sit, have a glass of lemonade, stay a little while longer.<br />
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Sporadic posting may take place as I navigate my way through the labyrinth and enjoy the rest of SUMMER with my family. There is fun to be had! May your dwindling summer days be full of it!<br />
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<br />CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-5366827431943705232011-07-25T13:53:00.002-04:002011-07-25T13:55:05.477-04:0043 Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tyhyphenhyphenIMOUWegieD8g_Pm-Yv5ETcKh90XuOKyRkGLILvjIERFy0-RyLvtROWF2p7XyeHQLnC6lNStJcepJ0-uhqT6gFgYXerI4GuRecQ5jHxAn7byv5W2Kk6gTC-141HAy6j5FSn6qTwDz/s1600/IMG_4459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3tyhyphenhyphenIMOUWegieD8g_Pm-Yv5ETcKh90XuOKyRkGLILvjIERFy0-RyLvtROWF2p7XyeHQLnC6lNStJcepJ0-uhqT6gFgYXerI4GuRecQ5jHxAn7byv5W2Kk6gTC-141HAy6j5FSn6qTwDz/s320/IMG_4459.JPG" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;">Why do we expect to obtain an instant mellowed out state of mind with the summer season? Our lazy summer days became busier than expected and are fading far too quickly. My "to be accomplished" list tends to have more on it than I'll ever have time to accomplish. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"><i>Similar to "my eyes are bigger than my stomach" when it comes to delicious foods. </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;">Everything seems to be bubbling out of my brain and swimming around in my head. Summer break is not as relaxing as planned. </span></div>
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The school free time with my boys was intended to be full of fun. Except at times they decide not to cooperate. I love my boys dearly and do enjoy extra time with them. Yet, we deal with more sibling squabbles when school is not in session. Any parent knows that won't bring you extra peace. <br />
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I'm focusing on the times when my boys do cooperate. We've made some great memories so far and have more yet to come. Some of the greatest accomplishments this summer involve encouraging my boys to continue reading, writing, and even doing some math. I may constantly remind them to make their beds or pick up their toys, but I rarely have to fight to get them to pick up a book.<br />
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There is plenty left to be done before summer ends. Time will continue to tick by. My boys won't be princes of perfection. Yet, I wouldn't trade these not-so-lazy summer days for anything. Time with them is precious and before I know it, they'll be grown.<br />
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My days become my own in September. I'll have more time to work on that <i>to do</i> list and I'll miss my boys immensely during the school hours. Including today we have 43 days left of school break. Forty-three days is enough time to create some unforgettable summer memories and I intend to do just that.<br />
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Enjoy the rest of your summer!<br />
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<br />CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-54905679468672079672011-07-18T19:35:00.001-04:002011-07-18T19:35:07.663-04:00Mother Son Book Reviews: Double Dose of James Patterson<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<i>Middle School The Worst Years of My Life</i></div>
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Rafe Khatchadorian is a normal kid in middle school with a fantastic story to tell. In the book "Middle School," Rafe deals with Miller the Killer and problems with teachers. He creates a game called Operation R.A.F.E. that is about breaking the rules. My favorite part of the story is when he made a joke in his notebook about Miller the Killer Chicken. The book is a chapter book with pictures that show a lot of expression. I loved "Middle School" and would read it over and over again. Rafe's story made me laugh so hard. I recommend "Middle School" to every kid that loves James Patterson's books and Jeff Kinney's Diary of a Wimpy Kid series.</div>
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If I could only use one word to describe this book, it would be <i>INTENSE</i>! I did have <i>some</i> difficulty throughout this story. Putting it down! So as not to ruin the storyline, I'll be staying away from too many details.</div>
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Nina, the main character, has secrets that she can't share with anyone. Not even her teenage daughter. When the story begins, we briefly see today's Nina, a successful lawyer and mom, before diving into her past. </div>
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A heart break during a college spring break ultimately leads Jeanine to marry a handsome police officer. While sharing a relaxed Key West lifestyle, disaster strikes, a secret is revealed, and she must leave to save herself and her unborn child. In doing so, Jeanine also changes her identity to become Nina Bloom.</div>
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Flash forward to present day Nina. When presented with a pro-bono case through her law firm, she discovers an innocent man has been framed for murder. To help him, she has to travel back to Key West, risking the life she has built for herself and daughter. </div>
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My mind was racing during this book. As a mystery lover since childhood, it is not often easy to surprise me, but James Patterson pulled it off. I did not see everything coming! If you like suspense, mystery, and unsuspected twists, you will not be disappointed! This story is fast paced and could easily translate into a great movie. Don't miss out on <i>Now You See Her</i>.</div>
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I'm a fan of <a href="http://www.jamespatterson.com/">James Patterson</a> and now my oldest son is too! Other books I've read by Mr. Patterson are the 10 books in the <i>Women's Murder Club</i> series and <i>Private</i>. He has many more books that I have yet to discover (<i>of course they are on my to read list</i>). As a parent who believes in raising readers, I'm impressed by his <a href="http://www.readkiddoread.com/home">Read Kiddo Read </a>website (also on Facebook). If you have kids, I encourage you to check it out! Evidently Mr. Patterson is more than just a great author too. He is cool enough to be a recurring guest on ABC's <i>Castle</i>. How can I get in on those poker games? </div>
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It was O's idea to do a double Mother/Son book review for my blog! This was a fun experience to share, even if we were reading different books. A<i>"one for you, one for your child"</i> double book release was a smart move by James Patterson, or his <i>people.</i> O and I will watch for more opportunities like this one. Don't be surprised to see my fellow eager reader (or maybe both of my boys) giving more reviews in the future. We may even read the same kid friendly book and tell you what we think from a parent's & child's perspective. Stay tuned!</div>
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CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-60621232741927522722011-06-23T13:58:00.000-04:002011-06-23T13:58:37.781-04:00Where Did Monday Go?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">I admit it! I forgot about Monday. It didn't exist to me. Today is already Thursday. It's just been one of those weeks. You know the kind, the <i>"Wait! How did I get from Sunday to Thursday?"</i> type. My mother-in-law was visiting from out of state for a couple of days, so if that's not a good excuse I don't know what is. I do have plans for a stampin' out the work week post tomorrow, so stay tuned!</div><br />
Did I mention that my husband and father-in-law made our youngest son's whole year? My husband snagged tickets to a local Taylor Swift concert this Summer! While it had been previously known as a SOLD OUT show, a few tickets were recently released. My youngest son had been devastated when we missed out on the pre-sales and official first round of tickets offered. He was heartbroken that he wouldn't be able to see his absolute favorite singer/performer this Summer, so we kept this new ticket potential on the down low. It's true that SuperDad snagged the tickets, but it is this year's wonderful birthday gift to all 4 of us from my father-in-law. In M's book he is absolutely the BEST GRAMPA EVER!CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-7880190004920671202011-06-13T21:04:00.000-04:002011-06-13T21:04:56.255-04:00Pinky And The Brain 2011<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table> Wow! It's been two weeks of non-stop go, go, go! Not only did we finish out our school year and celebrate a birthday, but we tackled pink eye (back to back with both boys) and a head injury. While M was hit with 2 pink eyes, O had an issue at school that resulted in a head injury. These circumstances caused us to dub them "Pinky" and "The Brain." During a recent trip to our local library, the boys found the nicknames even more entertaining after spotting a dvd collection of the tv cartoon. Sadly, our "Brain" developed pink eye within a week of his younger brother and we couldn't determine if he was still considered <i>The Brain</i> or another <i>Pinky</i>.<br />
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We have found a little humor in the frustrating and scary moments of our past couple of weeks, but the initial impact we felt from the head injury was not in the least bit funny. In fact, it was terrifying and upsetting. When the truth of the matter came to light, we discovered it was not merely an accident. Our son was purposely hurt by another classmate. It's hard to believe that a child under the age of 10 would go out of their way to attack a peer (unprovoked). Yet, it happens. <br />
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Believe it or not, my sons aren't averaged sized kids for their age. With a pixie sized mom and a dad of average height, they don't exactly fall into the big & tall category. This fact alone makes it easier to become a bully target. My oldest son has had a tough time when he is sometimes teased for being vertically challenged. I have had 32 years to <i>own my shortness</i>, but it's a whole different ballgame in elementary school... and even more so for a boy. Last year he had a fabulous principal, Mr. F., who helped him through some of the inevitable taunting. I'm grateful for the difference he made to my son. As rough as his small size can be, it wasn't even a factor in the recent incident. <br />
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Being everyone's buddy is important to my kind hearted eldest son. He generally treats everyone the way he would want to be treated. With exceptions being made at times for his younger brother. O enjoys playing sports, even if he's not a star athlete, with his friends. His determination often amazes me. When all of his buddies were playing football at school, he wanted to be a part of it. SuperDad tossed the Nerf ball around with him, as he insisted on improving. Eventually, he was catching some pretty good throws. Imagine his excitement when he managed to snag a ball in front of his friends. That's exactly what happened on the day of his not-so-accident take down.<br />
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The "friend" who had tossed the football came up to my son, full of excitement from the catch, and let him know that he hadn't intended for the ball to be caught by O. He insisted that the ball was meant for another child. Knowing my son well, I'm certain this hurt him immensely. Yet he didn't have to time react to the words before his legs were grabbed and he was flipped over, landing on his forehead. With no adults in viewing range, he tried his best to get up and shake off his embarrassment. Little did he realize that he'd be dealing with the physical effects approximately 45 minutes later. His teacher was informed that he had been hurt, but didn't know the entire circumstances at the time. O wasn't looking to get anyone into trouble.<br />
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</tbody></table>When I picked my son up from school, I noticed he was acting a little unusual. As we walked out the doors, I asked if something had happened that day. That's when he grabbed his forehead, in tears, and told me he "got flipped" at recess. After our 5 minute drive home, he proceeded to run to the bathroom and throw up. A phone call was placed to our family doctor and I waited and watched my son until his dad came home a short time later. Before long, it was clear that we would be heading to the emergency room. The vomiting continued and my normally talkative and energetic son was struggling to stay awake and not responding in conversations that would normally have him full of excitement. My husband took on his former racing persona as we headed to the hospital. Our fears were well hidden as we continued to do everything possible to keep our O man awake. During this time, I posted to Facebook from my phone and placed some calm phone calls to grandparents. We were not without prayers during this time and for that we are truly grateful. <i> THANK YOU to all who were praying for us, especially O.</i><br />
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<i>**FRIDAY: Watch for a "Stampin' Out The Work Week" post all about teacher gifts!**</i></div>CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-83335224058828842652011-05-23T13:55:00.000-04:002011-05-23T13:55:28.195-04:00Two Weeks Later...<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Without notice, I took a 2 week blog break. My loyal blog followers (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><i>that would be y'all reading these words</i>) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">are considered friends or family. Nobody shouted<i> "HEY! Where did you go?" </i> The world didn't end, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><i>although some felt it was destined to happen this past weekend</i></span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Life went on.</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>Over this short break, I focused on my family and kept active with various happenings in our lives. Thinking about the time spent away from blog land, the words "<i>when I last left you...</i>" and "<i>two weeks later..</i>." popped into my head. It made me smile and chuckle to myself, as I conjured up comic book style visions. </div><div><br />
</div><div>A single moment can change a life forever, so 2 weeks can surely bring on changes. What changed for me during the past 2 weeks? Let me put it this way...</div><div><br />
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</tbody></table><div>Mother's Day arrived on May 8th, and on May 10th I became another year older. My wonderful husband (and boys) picked out a priceless gift... floating paper lanterns! If you haven't watched the movie <i>Tangled</i>, you'll need to see it to fully understand why this is such a beautiful & thoughtful gift. Rain was expected, so my husband presented me with the lanterns and I get to choose the date and location to set them off. I've been caught singing "I See The Light" with a smile on my face since we saw the movie, but the smile is a little bigger now.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My absolute favorite show, <i>Smallville</i>, went out with a <i>super</i> series finale. I'll admit it, I'm a complete sappy nerd. I cried. As a fan from the very beginning (10 years ago), it was bittersweet to watch, but it was brilliantly done. The creators, cast, and all those involved with <i>Smallville</i> have my admiration. I hope the cast & crew find success in whatever they take on next. Thank goodness I can watch them together on dvd, because I'll miss seeing their on screen talent & chemistry all in the same place. I'd list my favorite actors/actresses from the show, but it would end up being a cast list. They all brought their individual <i>WOW</i> factor to each character. Did I mention I'm going to miss this show?</div><div><br />
</div><div>During my hiatus I once again realized that we are in warp speed. At times I feel so rushed and it's difficult to give 100% to everything. My hopes & dreams tend to sit on the back burner more often than I care to admit. Ultimately though, being the best mom I can be right now means so much more. Taking the time to just be near my husband, even if I'm reading and he's working on a project, is more important than accomplishing something the world finds amazing. At the same time, remembering that I set goals for a reason and doing what I love is a part of who I am. The pressure of perfection cannot overtake simple joys.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Nothing life changing occurred, but I enjoyed the chance to just<i> breathe</i> with one less "to do" item on my list. </div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you love it when you get a glimpse at beloved characters "<i>two weeks later</i>," or years later, when a movie, tv show, or story ends? Do you put your own spin on things and use your imagination when no "what happens next" turns up? If a sequel comes out later, do you most often feel disappointed or excited by the portrayals? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Check Out Sara Bareilles song, "Breathe Again," that was used in the Smallville finale! </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One of my favorites... the song and the artist!</i></div><div><br />
</div>CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-63215191384550119522011-05-02T22:29:00.002-04:002011-05-03T12:58:42.495-04:00Thoughts For Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7y6sYlSSxC20-4meNHqKsw3KfTxdyhsfw4yF2DRm__ErdLaH5aj2Tda3BwovX9DZnrzGkaVQpBVVnWb_geNvVNH44FQOIxM3pV0Gn_Qyvd9rfQR6tdTGcFsmJynr6UzIHOfwDHZcxwPPs/s1600/July242009NeverForgottenDennis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7y6sYlSSxC20-4meNHqKsw3KfTxdyhsfw4yF2DRm__ErdLaH5aj2Tda3BwovX9DZnrzGkaVQpBVVnWb_geNvVNH44FQOIxM3pV0Gn_Qyvd9rfQR6tdTGcFsmJynr6UzIHOfwDHZcxwPPs/s320/July242009NeverForgottenDennis.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I remember those we have lost in this war... and why it all began. I'm very proud of our military. My heart & prayers are with them and their families. Thank you for your many sacrifices. Today we feel some justice has been served for those lost in the 9/11 attacks and since that horrible day. Even with the heartbreak of losing a friend in this war, I'm not celebrating. Am I glad this terrorist is no longer hurting innocent people? Yes, I am relieved. Yet I think about one thing. When we lost our loved ones, they cheered & celebrated. It makes me sick to think of them celebrating our loved ones deaths.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll leave you with a powerful quote that has been floating around Facebook this evening...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."<br />
<i> -- Full Quote from Unknown Source, portions taken from MLK's "Where Do We Go From Here" speech.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #675534; font-family: arial; line-height: 18px;"></span>While it's not set in stone, Mondays are geared towards writing about experiences in this life. Do I write for a fan base? Ummm, no. Many of my readers are considered friends <i>(such as fellow bloggers) </i> and family, not fans. On Monday, CMOM Productions is more of an outlet for my reflective focus. <br />
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When Friday rolls around I showcase another side to my personality. My crafty sense is revealed via Stampin' Out The Work Week. I'm a Stampin' Up Demonstrator, but I'm more than that <i>(actually Stampin' Up is much more than stamps too)</i>. "<i>I'm a Craft-a-holic" </i>should be stamped on my sleeve. Don't be surprised if you find out that glitter and acid free adhesive flow through my veins. <br />
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CMOM Productions is more than just a blog name to me. It's my family. In fact, our initials (in age order) are C M O M. From our crafting, to our crazy adventures, to our everyday life, our<i> productions</i> are what makes this blog. My family is the heart of CMOM Productions.<br />
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<b>It is with great joy that I share our latest moments... </b><br />
On Sunday, August, 17, 2011, my two boys asked Jesus into their hearts! <br />
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When another explanation of communion was requested after church, I didn't expect that my boys would understand it all at that moment. After communicating our remembrance and reflection of Jesus' suffering and acceptance of it and God's gift to us, some of the most precious words were spoken. My youngest, with the joy shown only by a child, piped up with the words "<i>I want Jesus in my heart forever!" </i>My oldest son responded with the same, while his eyes showed that he was deeply pondering the sacrifice by Jesus. His thoughtfulness was not hesitation though, but of understanding. The reality of what our Savior did for us seemed to sit on his heart. Knowledge of Easter's miracle quickly followed his statement. While my boys have heard this story from the time they were babies, the amazement in their expressions is nothing short of heart warming. After both boys explained their understanding of what being a Christian meant, both said a special prayer.<br />
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My heart is filled with such joy and gratefulness. A mother's prayers for her children are unending. Yet, God answered two very special prayers of mine that began as soon as I knew I was expecting each child.<br />
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<i>"Tonight I'll count my blessings,</i><br />
<i>I'm thankful for each one.</i><br />
<i>Then close my eyes and go to sleep,</i><br />
<i>Until tomorrow comes."</i><br />
-From "Thank You, God" by <a href="http://www.hollybea.com/index.htm">Holly Bea</a><br />
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<i>For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.</i><br />
John 3:16<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQqhCYJceU55RUZTAaKI60Wxk6dKA8UUiKF2Ecj07XyJw_-1JQpNonJ7X_mosLVzgV66kbDpH5fN8e8VkC41y1jKSh1CVxmUp9w47172rjrtD2H5Y4YkYA7hqIxUqPiuxcECyJds5_WMX/s1600/MichTechSYP1996.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtQqhCYJceU55RUZTAaKI60Wxk6dKA8UUiKF2Ecj07XyJw_-1JQpNonJ7X_mosLVzgV66kbDpH5fN8e8VkC41y1jKSh1CVxmUp9w47172rjrtD2H5Y4YkYA7hqIxUqPiuxcECyJds5_WMX/s200/MichTechSYP1996.jpeg" width="147" /></a>Am I the only one to ponder this travel back in time idea? Absolutely not. I'm certain there must be a book or movie about this kind of thing. <i>Back to the Future </i>does show a few alterations in Marty McFly's life after his adventures, but it's not quite the same. Brad Paisley's country tune<i> Letter To Me</i> certainly has the right feel for my train of thought.<br />
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Can you picture it in your own head? Time warping back to those youthful years and passing along a letter, watching a familiar teen from a distance, or having a face to face conversation with your you of yesteryear? Are you reflecting with a smile or a little sadness? What would you say? Would you do anything at all? Would you want to change the person you have become today? <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMOVLDO10RVt2qpElr3Um3JxkqC7e-ye1OYtsAu0wHGp84qXcVcl2Og-fxI7IlghuUZ27Kdk5_hkR8QFc_avZPEGvFNydujg5s51G1gx1CeeNhx6PuwJLWzsr-1Zddg1KE34Hr9vxT4kf/s1600/Grad97StaceyMindy.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMOVLDO10RVt2qpElr3Um3JxkqC7e-ye1OYtsAu0wHGp84qXcVcl2Og-fxI7IlghuUZ27Kdk5_hkR8QFc_avZPEGvFNydujg5s51G1gx1CeeNhx6PuwJLWzsr-1Zddg1KE34Hr9vxT4kf/s200/Grad97StaceyMindy.jpeg" width="142" /></a>While there are "things" I would be grateful to change about my younger years, I realize just how those ups, downs, highs, & lows have molded me into... me. I kind of like who I am today, flaws and all. I have two amazing children and a husband I wouldn't trade. Life isn't mean to be perfect and even if you alter the past, it doesn't automatically ensure "perfection." Different maybe, but perfection? Nope.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrdjGIAt2p_Vk8zJPjxYBp171DsY6ekIwMPVHAkbleFax-UNcbl0-Q85iStgNL2UuLwcf9ab4jFMJL1fajlmgLPpzvokl2n-UYktFB0qUFltoRjn2Oe2xoBeSb3BKK7S9YFHTYjpdvz6iU/s1600/Grad97MindyAndTheBoys.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrdjGIAt2p_Vk8zJPjxYBp171DsY6ekIwMPVHAkbleFax-UNcbl0-Q85iStgNL2UuLwcf9ab4jFMJL1fajlmgLPpzvokl2n-UYktFB0qUFltoRjn2Oe2xoBeSb3BKK7S9YFHTYjpdvz6iU/s200/Grad97MindyAndTheBoys.jpeg" width="200" /></a>I've learned a great many things in my almost 32 years, but I certainly do not know it all. Hopefully my growth will continue for a great many more years. Experiencing life is worth celebrating. Each and every year is precious. When I'm a feisty little old lady in my 60's, I wonder if I will look back, smile, and ponder the same... <br />
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</div>CMOM Productionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04595915747223847421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353547140809278361.post-2971710835182693992011-04-04T12:44:00.000-04:002011-04-04T12:44:01.371-04:00Could Be Better. Could Be Worse.<div style="text-align: center;">"Could be better. Could be worse, though, too." </div><div style="text-align: center;">- Noah Calhoun, <i>The Wedding</i> by Nicholas Sparks</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCHKMFgEPpnHUgzxRjuArXX7KBPtTJwp_XR-VFbbIAX5tsqoRSciJbRFQ6PaajITdtz2qS1_QxYbLJSF-l3ykL3_REWw8oNPdCOXYK0Ju52QplFtiwX0M5ctcMYohKl85i_kCSWQKzNYx/s1600/IMG_3383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCHKMFgEPpnHUgzxRjuArXX7KBPtTJwp_XR-VFbbIAX5tsqoRSciJbRFQ6PaajITdtz2qS1_QxYbLJSF-l3ykL3_REWw8oNPdCOXYK0Ju52QplFtiwX0M5ctcMYohKl85i_kCSWQKzNYx/s320/IMG_3383.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">A quote from one of Nicholas Sparks' most loved characters has been on my mind for months. I've been doing my best to look on the bright side and see the glass half full through all of the bumps in the road. Occasionally the glass gets jostled and the clouds cover some of that sunshine, but all in all I put my focus on the positive. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">You see, we've dealt with one sickness after the next in our house for the entire winter season. Now that Spring has sprung, <i>or so says the calendar even if mother nature isn't in complete agreement yet</i>, we are still battling fevers, sinus issues, and random other unhealthy symptoms. My physical exhaustion may or may not be noticeable at this time. I won't lie, it's been rough and it feels never ending. This is where Noah Calhoun comes in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5dKuIljab2UYRzdRE14RL25Po34XopE4W6qKbW5NFrOO-wFHPiZAWyVhTQaNAgTYbAlzUFPj5xWCYv1qe1LsvPbM2ALrNV36q0tBJt82_VNjSCjpFKIuYp1UFlSz2P6hBd_lexRe0PHw/s1600/IMG_3367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5dKuIljab2UYRzdRE14RL25Po34XopE4W6qKbW5NFrOO-wFHPiZAWyVhTQaNAgTYbAlzUFPj5xWCYv1qe1LsvPbM2ALrNV36q0tBJt82_VNjSCjpFKIuYp1UFlSz2P6hBd_lexRe0PHw/s320/IMG_3367.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our family good health rating could most definitely be better. How very true that is. However, it could be much worse. Nobody likes to "let it work it's way out of your system" when sick, but it's generally easier than taking prescriptions and medicines non stop. We aren't in the hospital. <i>Thank you Heavenly Father for that</i>. We aren't facing a life threatening illness. <i>Immense thank you's to God on this one as well</i>. Currently we are on Spring Break from school, so my oldest son can rest without worrying that he's missing something important in the classroom this week. <i>Amen!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I can honestly say that I'd rather be healthy than sick. Yes. It could be better. Could be worse, though, too. Count your blessings through the good times and bad... positive lesson learned. We are blessed even when we aren't feeling our best. Although, that doesn't mean I will give up our continued prayers for good health throughout the rest of the year. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where in your life do you need to put things in perspective, lean towards the positive, & keep the faith?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
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