buttons

whilst creating my new header i got a wild hair to create a button..use it if you like...i am satisfied to have simply created it {and figured the whole html code thing out...i think}

copy & paste this code to your HTML/Java Script add a gadget:

<a border="0" href="yourblogURL" target="_blank"><img src="yourimagedirectlinkURL" /></a>

Fwd: The invisible Mom... this is beautiful and I thought you'd enjoy it.

Subject: FW: Invisible Mother  > >      It  all began to make sense, the blank stares, the > lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the > room while I'm on the phone  and ask me a question.   >     >      In side  I'm thinking, 'Can't you see > I'm on the phone?'   >     >     Obviously,  not.   >     >      No one  can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, > or sweeping the floor,or  even standing on my head in the > corner, because no one can see me at all.   >     >     I'm  invisible. The  invisible Mom. Some days I > am only a pair of hands, nothing more:  Can you fix this? > Can you  tie this?  Can you open this? >     >     Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not > even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What > time is it?'  I'm a satellite guide to answer,    'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm >  a car to order, 'Right around5:30,  please.' >     >     I was certain that these were the hands that once >  held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind > that  graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had > disappeared into the  peanut butter, never to be seen > again. She's going; she's going; she is gone! >     >     One night, a group of us were having dinner, > celebrating the return of a friend from England   ..   >     >     Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, > and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. >   >     >    I was  sitting there, looking around at the others > all put together so well.    It was hard not to compare > and feel sorry for myself.   >     >     I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned > to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I > brought you this.'   >     >     It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe   > .   >     >     I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to > me until I read herinscription:   >     >     'To Charlotte, with admiration for the > greatness of what you are building when no one sees.' >     >     In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the > book.  And I would discover what would become for me, four > life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:   > >     >     No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we > have no record of their names. >     >     These builders gave their whole lives for a work > they would never see finished.   >     >     They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. >   >     >     The passion of their building was fueled by their > faith that the eyes of God saw everything. >     >     A legendary story in the book told of a rich man > who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, > and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of > a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you > spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that > will be covered by the roof?  No one will ever see > it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God > sees.' >     >     I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall > into place.   >     >     It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, > 'I see you, Charlotte.  I see the sacrifices you make > every day, even when no one around you does.  No act of > kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, > no cupcake you've  baked, is too small for me to notice > and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you > can't see right now what it will > become.' >     >     At  times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. > But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.  It > is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It > is  the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. >     >     I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a > great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job > that they will never see finished, to work on something > that their name will never be on.   >     >     The  writer of the book went so far as to say that > no cathedrals could ever be built in our life time because > there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. > >     >     When I really think about it, I don't want my > son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college > for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning > and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey > for three hours and presses all the linens for the > table.'  That would mean I'd built a shrine or a > monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. > And then, if there is anything more to say to his > friend, to add, 'you're gonna love it there.' >     >     As  mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We > cannot be seen if we're doing it right.   >       >     And one day, it is very possible that the world > will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the > beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices > of invisible women. >     >     Great Job, MOM!   >     Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know...I > just did.   >     >     Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough > as it sometimes does.  We never  know what our finished > products will turn out to be because of our  perseverance. >   >

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The post in which I reveal myself as a true "only" child

Sometimes {like when I'm preparing lunch}...I feel that sharing as
well as turn taking is way over rated....ahhh to prepare a meal minus
the war over starfall....

The post in which I vent....and wish for SERENITY now(if you know where that quip is from, you rock btw)

So...verizon came.... And went...without internet...but with the
promise to come again tomorrow morning....serenity now!!

So...the boss had his first time out...I simply cannot keep him off
the table...and said time__didn't work.... of course not you are
thinking ... But I felt it may be worth a try....serenity now!!

So...my bread didn't rise....yes I make this bread 2-3 times a
week...never had this happen before...serenity now!!

So...there is nothing in the fridge that will please my
palate...serenity now!!

So..I ought to get over it...okay I choose serenity now... Okay...
Forgive my rant...it's all in the way you look at it right?..

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redo

So, I will have the www tomorrow....hooray!!!

So, my baby is growing and learning.... This is actually a great sign
of health ...he is a fully functioning well developed 13 month
old....hooray!!!

So, I am not a perfect baker... I always love a challenge...It hasn't
happened since I began baking it so chances are I have a good year
before I happens again...hooray !!!

So...I am lucky enough to have book club tonight ... And there are
always treats...good ones too....it will definatley make up for a sub
par dinner...hooray !!

{ poor baby he hated that time out.. Then I took a pic...I vow not to
take a pic of such sadness again}

The post in which I describe how I will justify my actions this day

I spent the day devouring this book...yes I called my own type of "snow day"

This book was worth one day education-less, as it were...Liam was very put out to be missing school today.. but he relaxed a bit when I explained school would commence as usual tomorrow morning.

This book has a strong recomendation from yours truly

The post in which I divolge the romantic evening the Mr. & I shared this VALINETINE's day

We laughed....at our lack of preperation{ however we were amply
prepared to celebrate our love for our children} as we hunted for good
sushi around 8 pm

We cried....that verizon could not be courtous enough to give us the
correct installation information

We dined....On scrumptious sushi, in bed after delivering our children
to dreamland{as is our babysitter-less date custom}

We dreamed....of the day that will come all too soon,when babysitter-
less will mean nothing & we will instead be longing to be the
babysitter's { that is after our world travel plans have been satisfied}

Funny Monday {the post in which I try to justify the older children's baby graffiti for humors sake}

No soup for you...

I had thought of making a fresh batch of my best chocolate chip
cookies for the verizon man....however since he has yet to show.... I
think not

A bit of good news however is that my iPhone rocks!!! I am getting the
hang of blogging from it!

Sent from my iPhone

The post in which I proliferate events of note {for my clan} this week

**The verizion man{his sweetness now in question} will not be here until Saturday
**The boss has overcome his fear of the vacuum cleaner & now desires to take said cleaner apart
**The diapers in our home have been swapped for the cloth variety
**The boss has become the best bear hugged___ever
**The Emme no longer walks flat footed___anywhere.. Always on point
**The Liam is finally getting it__as far as handwritting is concerned
**The Jaxson now writes hate{ this may be too strong a word,they are more like get away, keep out,or this is how you look when you are mad} notes as well as the love type
**MY DEAREST FRIEND SWEPT THROUGH The Emerald city{her Mr. & the four in toe}
**The Mr. {my love} has dined with top exec's of Mortenson...including Mort Mortenson himself
******my father has gifted his Mrs. One round trip ticket to my lovely State...to be redeemed later this month...yipeeeeee

Amend {ed}

So here is thejollyporter.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekly-goal-setting.HTML the link
I am blogging from my Iphone whilst we wait for the nice people at verizon to send our new modem!
Because of the above mentioned waiting....we are without Internet....so please forgive the lack of photo representation & ill working links...

After the comments I recieved from my last post I wanted to clarify my position on my new mysterious personality....I will remain less than a women of mystery as far as my blog is concerned...my basis for this decision is that if you are reading my blog, I figure you want to know what I am thinking..feeling...& any other linear details I feel inclined to share...

If I could just show you the funny Monday post right now......you'd be laughing in you boots...so sorry you'll have to wait until Wednesday...I will tell you however "the boss' bottom & star wars stickers are involved!

Until wednesday then......

Shrouded in mystery

This is one of those posts....you know the kind...
It has been nagging me for quiet some time...in fact ever since I read
This post {feel free to check it now...I'll wait}
okay now that we are on the same page

I have given a great deal of thought on how I can incorporate a bit of mystery into my personality
I feel a small pain even typing it...you see I am one of those...yup I truly feel that every person I meet is dying to know each and every detail of my existence ! The up side of this personality trait is that my beliefs and values are never a secret... The down side is of course that I don't simply share my beliefs and values.. In fact I am pretty sure the women behind me at grocery store the other day knows my shoe size....why, I wish I knew! This need I have to share must be part of me for a purpose...one that I am sure doesn't involve strangers knowing the linear detials of my feet. So here is my resolution...I resolve to share my thoughts and feelings reguarding; my faith, my love for my children, my love for my husband, knowledge I have obtained( only if applicable ), & recipes(only if asked, or on my blog of course ). I will remain mysterious reguarding the following topics; my measurements, any disagreements that have taken place in our home (involving anyone who lives here), my thoughts (if not pertenent to the conversation ).
By saying all this I realize that I am leaving little mystery....old habits you know

tears...hysterics...FUNNY MONDAY

if you have yet to see the pelicula ( movie)

Nacho Libre

then this funny Monday may not tickle your funny bone the way

it well

lets be honest I was laughing so hard I started crying......then when he began to wrestle me to the ground........I lost it

this guy is soooooooooooooo funny

so we have a new pet name

Chancho

(it's okay you can call people pig....or even fat for that matter in Spanish it isn't offensive....in fact it is endearing)

oh lets begin at the beginning .......A funny thing happened the other day...........

we dressed the boss up in his Chancho Libre get up and he wrestled anyone & everyone who got near him

Wrestling with the El Chancho consist of mostly of him sitting on your face and jumping up and down.......with a cape this is priceless.

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