tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88947157450829399822012-02-16T14:10:12.371-08:00Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463448913766260603noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894715745082939982.post-24567336593432453472010-11-10T14:34:00.001-08:002010-11-10T15:24:54.867-08:00

So everyone has been worried about me since the miscarriages. I'm working hard on being okay. In the midst of grief, I KNOW how blessed I am for the people God has brought to me, and especially for the husband and children He gave me. I've struggled with the fact that close family members have jumped in with their opinion on what this all means. "Oh, this must be God telling you....." What? What

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I'm seriously guilty of neglecting my blog. It's been over a year since I posted. Part of that has been because of the grief I felt in losing custody of A. Part has been that shortly after that court battle, Dh and I got pregnant again. Then again. Then again. Then again. And now we're not. Again. I thought I was familiar with grief BEFORE Sept. of 09, but its seems that maybe... I was

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So what do you think of when you meet or hear about a non-custodial mother? A mother with small children who live with their father… hmmm….. Do you think drug addict? Adulteress who left her kids and ran off with her lover? Mother who cares more for her career than family? Someone who got pregnant on accident because she really likes sex, and wanted to continue having it without the snot nosed,

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I’ve woefully neglected the blog, but from what I hear, it’s a common thing. Blogs are forgiving that way… hopefully? Forgive me all????Today’s blog is full of photographs. It’s summertime, the kids are home, my sanity is on vacation, and the camera is getting used to document important and stupid things alike. A few years ago, when the kids were bored, I suggested they take photos and set up a

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Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15463448913766260603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894715745082939982.post-89767478918040693682009-06-26T10:16:00.000-07:002009-06-26T10:28:09.856-07:00

In law school I took an Arbitration and Mediation course. About 1/3 of our entire grade in the class was based on a “conflict diary” we were required to keep. The Prof wanted us to THINK about conflicts. We were to write about conflicts in our everyday lives, discussing what caused them, how they got resolved, how we felt about them, etcetera etcetera. Most people blew off this assignment, and

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I didn’t intend this blog to be about stupid lawsuits, but I can’t ignore the gold mine that ends up in my email box, you know. So here’s another, along with another free bit of advice: PAY YOUR RENT.Here’s the news clip I read on MSN: Are Easter decorations trash? Colorado’s Carol Burdick was evicted after leaving “small Easter-theme stickers, plastic grass, Peeps marshmallow candies and a

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You know all those ridiculous, “frivolous” lawsuits you hear about? And about 10 seconds after hearing about them, you usually utter “damn lawyers” or some such thing? (don’t worry, I do it too). As a lawyer, I can see why it is that the parties involved think they have a suit. Sometimes they really do. The granny who got hot coffee spilled on her lap at a McDonalds drive thru? Sounds crazy –

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Previously pasted on Facebook, but my blog looks lame with only one post so far....My son Ransom has always been a lover. His fondest wish is to be a Daddy and a husband, and then perhaps an engineer or a mathmatician. It's one of the things I love most about the boy - his earnest desire to have a loving relationship with a woman. During my most recent dating days, it was comforting to know that

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Nothing makes you feel inadequate like applying for a home loan. And it’s no surprise. The loan officer doesn’t need to hear about your triumphs – that information is completely superfluous. The loan officer is, however, intensely interested in your f*ckups. “What about this Verizon bill here for $2200?” The truth: uh… yeah.. well… See, I use AT&T now, because my ex husband called me a

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