Advent Conspiracy

Wow how this is moving, thought provoking. This year is a hard year for Christmas for our family, as was last year. We have already begun to be part of the conspiriacy.

What about you? Watch this....

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Refrigerator Box

This is part of a Story experience, going back to my roots and remembering my stories:

It was summer, hot and boring in the then very small town of Moab, Utah. My mother worked full time, and we were left to our own devices. I was about 8 years old and my sister 6 or 7. One of those summer days my sister and I were playing in a large field near our house. When we got to the far end of the field we found the most wonderful things ever made, a refrigerator box!! While my mother was still at work, we managed to drag the huge thing over the field, across a street, into the house, around the hallway to our bedroom.

Now our bedroom, it was a disaster! We never cleaned it, it would have been my husbands worst nightmare for our kids to have a room like I did. The addition of that box only made it worse! Or maybe better? We had decided to make that box into a fort. But to do that, first we needed to clean up a spot on the floor for it to sit. Once we had done that, we decided we needed to equip our fort with toys and comfortable blankets.

My mom came home that night to find us still in that box. I don’t remember how long, but I know that box lasted for several days and became many things, sky rises, houses, school and even church.

Thinking back, I remember so many days where one little thing entertained us for hours. I know times are different now for my kids, I can only hope that they get a little of my imagination and know how something simple can be awesome!

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Dreams

It never ceases to amaze me how many things Angelique can come up with in regards to what she wants to be when she grows up. Ive had: Mom, Teacher, Truck Driver, Principle, Bagger, Author, Illustrator, Coach... the list just goes on. My most favorite though is when she came home a couple of weeks ago and said "Mom, when I grow up, I wanna be a Scrap Girl." LOL! She went on to tell me how my job is the best job in the world. How whenever I sit down to work, I am always happy. And how sometimes I laugh at the computer. She made me realize, hey, I really am blessed to have such a wonderful job.

Here is my future Scrap Girl. This photo was taken 3 years ago, when she was 3.

















Supplies used all at www.scrapgirls.com: ScrapSimple Paper Templates: Creative Expression, ScrapSimple Alpha Templates: Chip, UPPER Case 2, ScrapSimple Alpha Templates: Chip, LOWER Case, Well Loved Embellishment Biggie

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Scrap Girls Rap

I know this is the second you-tube video ... but im up here in Salt Lake City at the first every DIGITAL SCRAPBOOKING CONVENTION!!!!!

Lots of fun!

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Ninja Cat

A friend posted this on facebook, and its just to die for! My girls watched it over and over!

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Spiritual Gifts

Yesterday I took a test that my pastor sent to those of us who were attending a women's luncheon and discussion on spiritual gifts. When I took the test, I was absolutely confident that the results would show that my gift is either Serving or Giving. Why? Because I give myself like no other, I serve like crazy everywhere, and I give anything I have to others in need.

I was completely floored when the results said my gift was Mercy. "NO!" my head shouted, that is not right! Now, dont get me wrong here, I am an extremely sensitive person. I empathize with others easily, and my heart can feel exactly what they are in any given moment. The problem is, I can not communicate. On ScrapGirls.com so many put up prayer requests, and upon reading them, my heart is sad, broken and I have genuine concern for them. But I cant begin to write that... I just dont know what to say. So, is that Mercy?

Upon reading this description further, it goes on to talk about how those who have Mercy as a gift tend to feel concern more with the person than the reasoning. That Mercy people want to minister by "being there" when others really need them, while others are concerned about why, what, when or how. OKAY, now I am starting to get it. That sounds MUCH more like me.

But what about those other gifts I was so sure I had? I mean, gosh, I volunteer and love it, I give and love it. After talking with a group of ladies at the luncheon I know have it! Most of the things I volunteer for, or give for, are things I'm actually first thinking of that person emotionally. For example: Last year our bible study got wind of a lady who's husband left her and the kids with no money, and only the house. She had no job as she was a stay at home mom, and Easter was coming. Everyone in the study brought in food and Safeway gift certificates. Me? What did i bring? I dug into my case of brand new girls clothes and gave her daughters some new clothes and outfits they could use for Easter. Upon digging deeper I realized, my concern was her as a mother feeling sad that on Easter she couldn't do an Easter outfit. My thought was how I would feel as that mother, and rather than food, I gave to fill a possible emotional need.

So, on conclusion, I feel like Mercy really is my gift at this time. And that God has given me Service, and Giving as a method of fulfilling my Mercy gift.

What an eye opener today has been. Praise God, for he gives each of us truly wonderful gifts, we only need to see them, understand them, and not let them go to waste!

Angela

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Silly Mom

I was waiting patiently at the checkout in Wal-mart when I saw it. A can of silly string. My first thought was to buy it and attack the girls when they got home from school. My second thought was about how I dont have time to play games. My third thought was that I need to do more fun things with my girls. So I bought it.

Zoey and I had hid in the hallway, ever so quiet, as we heard the gate open, and shut.... a foot step on the stairs and .........

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Broken

Driving home on Monday night, a conversation with my 2 1/2 year old daughter.

Daughter: Its broken mommie.
Me: Whats broken?
Daughter: the moon mommie, there
Me: Oh my heck! How did it get broken?

Daughter: The little girl at my church picked it up and went (ugh sound, and uhh sound with hand motions mimicking someone throwing something down)
Me: Why did she do that?
Daughter: I dont know
Me: Can we glue it?
Daughter: no, i cant see the pieces.
Me: Poor moon

Thankfully the 1/2 moon became full and she was very happy that night because someone glued it!

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