tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929769646345215052024-03-13T20:05:20.272-07:00life happens....my mutteringsDawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-43162153893571011182016-10-28T08:10:00.000-07:002016-10-28T08:10:39.662-07:00New self<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Since this is my first post in a while maybe I should catch everyone up. After moving to California in November of 2014 we had lived in an apartment in Menifee, CA. In February 2016 we closed on our house in Hemet, CA. Right after we closed on our house I had a three-level anterior cervical discectomy where they removed C4, C5 and C6 and replaced them with spacers. Here is the lovely picture of my after X-ray and me with my neck brace on.. </div>
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I don't post much about my weight loss since 2008 when I was diagnosed with diabetes my weight has been up down and all over the place. I made a decision this year no more and had the Sleeve Gastrectomy Surgery. Since 2008 at my highest weight I was 285.. I could not get below 200 pounds and my weight was up and down due to diets and going back to bad eating habits. I needed something I could not or would not risk bad eating habits with again which is why I opted for weight loss surgery after over 6 months of appointment<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">s and psychological reviews. I know not all my friends agree with this but this was my health. I weighed 227.6 at my pre op appointment 6/16/16 and 223 the day of surgery 6/18/16. Today I am 180.6 pounds down 47 since my pre op appointment and 104.4 from my highest weight. I don't want congratulations or to gain likes on this post. This is just me making an announcement your words or likes are not why I did this. I did this for me and I feel accomplished today. I am off all my diabetic medications and I am almost half way to my goal weight around 130 pounds per my surgeon.</span></div>
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-5111071218861204182016-05-17T14:11:00.001-07:002016-05-17T14:12:39.624-07:00Three-level anterior cervical discectomy <p dir="ltr">Dear friends, I have been home on disability since surgery 3/7/16. I have nerve damage from three bulging disks. So I have a three-level anterior cervical discectomy removing C4, C5 and C6 replaced with spacers for fusion. It has not been easy. I am in physical therapy learning to move my left arm fully and reduce pain. I lost my job because I couldn't drive and because I wasn't there a year I wasn't protected by FMLA. I need prayers or good vibes sent my way. I am feeling down and loosing my spark. I color and read and swim in my pool. But, we just bought this house and I am in fear of loosing it... needing help in Southern California</p>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">It has taken me some years to realize a very easy concept.. To live in the moment. I should not worry about the what if's or the past.. What I can do is keep track of my responsibilities such as bills and making sure when I give my word I keep it. Beyond that the past is over I should not ponder there and the future is fluid and can change in a moment. </span><br>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana;">In the past I have stressed over how things were going to work out and to be honest in my current situation the stress has tried to live in my present. I finally had to sit back and logically go back to what I can control, me. So I have a budget, I track my bills, and I continue to look for work. It isn't magic. It isn't going to stop all the stress but I can look at things one at a time. I put my bills in a spread sheet with due dates. I have a budget and I try to keep to it the best I can... </span><br>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana;">My big hurdle right now since we relocated for my husbands job I am unemployed and looking for work. My income is needed for our monthly bills and our plans for the future. We are finally focused on our goals. </span><br>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana;">My husband know this move would be hard. I wasn't wanting to struggle but he had a long term goal and our happiness in his mind. I was very resistant because we had not struggled for a few years and it wasn't easy to know this wasn't going to go smooth. But, I have to admit it has been a long time since I left California and I always wanted to return. Waiting for the right time sometimes makes the dream a never reachable goal. My husband wanted a promotion and to prove himself.. This being his second promotion in 2014. He knew I longed for this place from my past and he wanted to give that to me. He asked me to trust him. So here I am back in California. This move was the hardest and most stressful move I think I have ever faced. I need a job to make this work.. But, I am taking this as it comes and trying to remain hopeful it will all work out.</span><br>
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-67498303906358844042015-01-08T16:20:00.002-08:002015-01-08T16:20:38.651-08:00Today is Thursday 01/08/2015<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana;">This year is brand new and I am in need of putting my head in the right mind set... I have goals I would like to accomplish this year.. I may need assistance with... I have a bankruptcy from 2010 and my credit score has become fair it is 662.. I need it to be over 700. To do that I need to establish new credit and be in good standing. Not only do I have the bankruptcy because I had been unemployed for 2 years but we have reported bad credit from the credit cards we had then... When we went to see if we could be approved for a loan for a house we fell short of the VA loan we wanted for no money down. They said we needed three open lines of credit. My problem is that we are having a hard time finding good credit cards that don't have a yearly fee or monthly service charge because of the bankruptcy. As hard as it is to hear we may need to pay high fees to establish this line of credit to obtain and reach our goals. We have worked so hard since 2010 to pay our bills on time and only use money we had for everything. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana;">Right now the year starts and I am unemployed because of the relocation of my husbands job with promotion. Money is tighter than it has been in years. We have had some recent overdraft fees. And I sit here willing to go through whatever I have to for improving my credit. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana;">All of this would be helped with employment so I search everyday.. I remain hopeful that one day I will be able to purchase my own house and not be scared when I want to make a big purchase and they have to check my credit. I am 48 and I am responsible. I am just looking to find a place to live out the rest of my life with stability.. I can make this come true!</span></strong><br />
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-83033033590801678692015-01-07T11:26:00.000-08:002015-01-07T11:26:50.025-08:00Under the weather...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-14482922091906186792015-01-06T11:25:00.003-08:002015-01-07T11:27:50.521-08:00Welcome 2015..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I would like to say I have mastered some kind of enlightenment. I do continue to grow and change and handle and look at things very differently. But, here is my truth. I am just getting better at being me and understanding myself. I like the beach. I have a husband. I am not that complicated. I am looking for work in my new location. We moved here to Menifee, CA because my husband Charles was promoted and relocated by his employer. This is his second promotion this year and I am very proud of him. But, this move was not easy. I felt rushed and frantic. We moved from a two bedroom to a one bedroom because we didn't have the money when we needed it to get the deal on the two bedroom.. It was very upsetting. Money is tight right now we have to wait to be reimbursed for the move. There was supposed to be an end of the year bonus that last year was dispersed at the end of December.. well we are still waiting for corporate... I am handling it.. But, we have worked very hard being responsible with our bills and money.. But, all these things are out of my control. </span></span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is what I can control how I react to what is going on in our lives. It is easy to look alright on the outside. But, I get so stressed. I forget that I cannot control it. But the truth I do not control any outside influence. </span></span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In my honest opinion I secretly wish I could control anything. But, it is like making plans and watching the universe laugh at you and have things go in different directions. I am here still trying to make plans to make this year a great transformation for me, my husband, and change and improve </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">our lives and reach our goals. It is our time to be more responsible, and do what we need to change our lives for the better. We are desperately trying to get to the point where we can buy a house.. It is buckle down time.. I think we can do it but this will be a challenge. This is an exciting thing to look forward to and once we get there we can say we made it. I will say my prayers and set things up the best I can and take things as they come.. Welcome 2015!!</span></span></strong><br />
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-6595840810923929892012-03-19T07:21:00.001-07:002012-03-19T08:00:15.650-07:00I can't believe how long it has been....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dear Friends and Followers and Family,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To my friends... I am missing a closeness in my life and friend I can call to sit and chat over coffee, to shop with or just sit at home with playing games, watching TV or doing girl things with.. I don't live in any of my friends immediate locations. I was hoping a change in scenery was coming with my husband having to change jobs but it seems for the moment I am staying in Arizona. I have made a couple people I call friends at my job. I went out and did shopping and lunch with one yesterday. She is the only one I have done something outside of work with since I started over a year ago. I just don't know what to do... My friend Michele says I need a hobby and I agree... But, will that bring me close friends? I question that since I have tried at my job this past year... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To my followers.. please don't give up on me.. I have slowed down on my online time. I am searching for closeness outside of places on the internet. I have not found it yet. But, I am exploring ways to do that... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This past year has been tough... My brother was diagnosed with Throat cancer. the treatments no longer are working and he is in his last days. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had a fibrous cyst removed with most of my left ovary... Very painful.. And made me realize I may not have any children of my own.. It isn't out of the question.. It just has not been something me and my husband thought that much about.. We always said if it happens we would love it and take care of it and never really discussed that wanting or tried to make it happen. I am not sure how to feel at first I was heart broken. But, seeing as it was never a discussion between my husband and myself maybe it wasn't brought up for a reason. But, we are discussing it now. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I guess you could say I am baffled lately by our countries politics and government decisions and the state of the economy.. And what that has meant for me in my personal life.. I was unemployed from 05/01/09 to 01/31/11 when I finally was hired at one of my current part time jobs... I currently have two part time jobs neither pay me the hourly wage I used to make and together they don't even equal a full time job. And I am scared... I filed bankruptcy because I got real behind in my bills... It was discharged 3/16/11 but I am still behind in my day to day bills and I am weary... I may have to turn over my car to survive or try selling some belongings. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have begun to doubt my decisions... I have become unsure of a solid future. I know my friends in recovery are going to say I need to connect with my higher power and have Faith in a God of my understanding. Which they say could be a door knob for now if it needs to be.. I have been sober since 06/23/05.. I have been baptized Presbyterian and was a deacon at my church many years ago. But, in reality I find myself more geared to the hippie spiritual earth religions. I try at times to mix the two making an alter with my crystals and praying to God as the person I feel I am not pretending to be something I am not.. But, I am not vigilant. See I am told God helps those that help themselves.. So, I help myself and forget to turn over the stuff I don't control over to God. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I feel like I am moving through the motions of life but not living it because I can't afford my bills let alone set money aside to enjoy the life I am living. I am not sure I am making sense right now. My head is full of anger, and heartache. I am lashing out at the loved ones around me and taking my frustrations out on them. It is totally unhealthy. I have moments of reason and days where I see hope. But, I can't hold onto that feeling long enough to escape the trappings I find myself in... I feel I am in a mental or spiritual prison. Trapped by the conditions of this county as one of the millions the unemployment and economy crash has effected. There isn't enough jobs and I know I am not alone but that doesn't seem to fill me with comfort. It angers me! Especially when I see people supporting relief and aide going everywhere but here in the USA where relief is needed. If you are married and childless and your spouse makes over a certain amount of money there is no program to help you lift yourself up. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have tried to appeal to family but it seems me and my husband are left on our own.. Seeming like nobody in the family cares if we make it through this or not.. I need friends and at the same time I am backing myself into a corner and facing the wall instead out to my friends who would support and love me. Today is a down day for sure.. I fought with my husband last night and I feel something is going to give and it will be the last person I have clung to in support... I feel lost and afraid to share everything on my mind and to let people see how weak I really am right now. This seems to be my only way to open up so you can't look directly into my face and see everything fading from my eyes and that I am empty and hollow.. Gone is the spark I once had! </span><br />
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</span></div><div align="left"><span class="size10 ComicSansMS10" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span class="size10 ComicSansMS10" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"> </span><span class="size10 ComicSansMS10" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"> The above is the center I am working as a substitute teacher's aid. And I am enjoying my time there so far. When I was unemployed for the past almost two years I never envisioned this as my next job. I do more for autistic children then substitute at this learning center. I also have two clients I go to there house and continue to work on their treatment goals one on one in the home "Habilitation". These children are a joy to work with and doing this work is changing me in ways I am also liking. I am return to an attitude and feeling of my younger self. I see myself happy and it isn't just because I am getting paid.. I started with one client 7.5 hours a week for most of February so my first monthly check will not be that big. But now between this job and Hope Group, LLC for habilitation hours I have built my hours up to 19.5 and two days a week I can be called in to substitute as a teacher's aid at The Children's Center. If I am called in both days that is 28.5 hours and the pay which basically will take the place of what i was making on unemployment.. But, my point here is I am getting more out of it then the pay. I didn't intend to go back to a regular 9-5 customer service job but didn't know what that would mean for me...</span></div><div align="left"><span class="size10 ComicSansMS10" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><br />
</span></div><div align="left"><span class="size10 ComicSansMS10" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;">This job is changing my perspective of people, my outlook on my life, my attitude and it is giving me joy. That alone is worth more to me than how many hours and what my hourly pay is... I can't even take credit for me trying this out as a job. I did not find it on my own. My sister in law Kim is a full time teacher's aid at a different school and suggested the other Hope Group, LLC where she works habilitation for after school. From the Hope Group, LLC job I was introduced the The Children's Center as a place to work with the same population and pick up some additional hours and it is in my town really close to my house. Between the two agencies I made a little niche for myself. I smile at work, I enjoy my co-workers, and my habilitation kids are a breath of fresh air. Maybe my next post I will write about and focus on Hope Group, LLC who started this whole progression but it was The Children's Center that helped me the most. </span></div><div align="left"><span class="size10 ComicSansMS10" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Recently I took some free training to work with individuals with autism. I went to CPR, First Aid, Applied Behavioral Analysis (ABA). ABA is the most current, scientifically proven, and efficient method of teaching essential skills to children on the autism spectrum. It is beneficial for indiv</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">iduals with a variety of other developmental disabilities as well. An effective ABA program may incorporate multiple theories and approaches to teaching, including analysis of verbal behavior, picture schedules, play therapy, and discrete trial training. Each program must be tailored to suit the needs of each individual child and the skill levels of those implementing the program. ABA programs are very child friendly, and focus on teaching the function of language in a positive, age appropriate environment. I interview with my first family 1/28/2011 and was offered the provider position for about 10 hours a week. This is a new direction for me to do something fulfilling and get back into regular employment. I need more than 10 hours a week and will be searching for either another client or a part time position to increase my income. I didn't take this job for the money. I was looking to be out of retail or just a customer service position. I wanted the work I was doing to matter and have that feeling of enjoyment. I am also going to take additional training for the habilitation part of my employment so I can offer my clients better teaching skills to assist with their current program goals. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #161a4f; font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Habilitation is one-on-one therapy to teach and/or improve an individual's daily living, social, gross/fine motor, communication, and/or memory and organization skills. Habilitation providers will implement the goals and objectives written by the lead habilitation therapist. I will also do respite care. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #161a4f; font-family: tahoma, verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Respite is a service designed for short-term, temporary care to our clients with the purpose of giving the parents a break from the everyday routine of raising a child with special needs. An important purpose of respite is to provide parents and families temporary relief to relax, run errands, work, etc.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I am looking forward to expanding my employment at H.O.P.E. Group, LLC. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.hopegroupaz.com/index.htm">http://www.hopegroupaz.com/index.htm</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-39925489024377183352010-08-13T10:24:00.000-07:002010-08-13T10:39:30.959-07:00Auguste Art - Digital and Traditional Fine Art Paintings!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-n95zuBS5pODhm_FX_Xd7pb09qdq7bQCLU5q5KBezn53v_tlzEwPQ3litOjwvaGAEYIVFGoQBXSYAgWQliXVFqX2F2A3zL53Dy8JX2AEXoe2PlTc0CzzqGh8bNxUPBtn2NHKdXlDA5jv/s1600/dawn+landscape+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-n95zuBS5pODhm_FX_Xd7pb09qdq7bQCLU5q5KBezn53v_tlzEwPQ3litOjwvaGAEYIVFGoQBXSYAgWQliXVFqX2F2A3zL53Dy8JX2AEXoe2PlTc0CzzqGh8bNxUPBtn2NHKdXlDA5jv/s320/dawn+landscape+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504946883813201138" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></h3><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span></div></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment UIStoryAttachment_InlineInfo" ft="{"type":"attach"}" id="" style="margin-top: 6px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; "><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle" ft="{"type":"media"}" style="float: left; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-right: 10px; "><div class="UIMediaItem"><a href="http://reneeauguste.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-06%3A00&updated-max=2011-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-06%3A00&max-results=8" id="" title="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><img class="img" src="http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=dce3e3ecd7582e5cd06d6431e13de302&w=90&h=90&url=http%3A%2F%2F2.bp.blogspot.com%2F_3rFJgQuzBdM%2FTGN7WgSWD3I%2FAAAAAAAAALI%2FTVd3bFEETZQ%2Fs640%2FCirsten%2Band%2BDawn.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; " /></div></a></div></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Info " style="display: table; "><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 3px; display: inline; "><a href="http://reneeauguste.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-06%3A00&updated-max=2011-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-06%3A00&max-results=8" id="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">Auguste Art - Digital and Traditional Fine Art Paintings</a></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Caption" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 3px; ">reneeauguste.blogspot.com</div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Caption" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 3px; "><br /></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Caption" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Caption" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">See all my friend's digital and traditional art on her new blog! Maybe she can make something beautiful for you too! She has been selling her art since 1992! Here is Renee Auguste's Art Blog where she now displays the painting she did for me!</span></span></div></div></div></span></div></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-34137734407993510492010-08-04T15:47:00.000-07:002010-08-04T16:03:28.635-07:00Feeling lost!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkZOuTST1QPTQsQaVK3wHscgcThT79_U75Ilf14bXXnnqqphp6enNTyPQklr3EFIePsvjk65fYiu9AIpZOrjp29b_EIc8r7qKoZZJ1cunfKpb2T4GEqETRY8lqtXFV7dGcSKATsrnc3kG/s1600/me@Sedona.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkZOuTST1QPTQsQaVK3wHscgcThT79_U75Ilf14bXXnnqqphp6enNTyPQklr3EFIePsvjk65fYiu9AIpZOrjp29b_EIc8r7qKoZZJ1cunfKpb2T4GEqETRY8lqtXFV7dGcSKATsrnc3kG/s320/me@Sedona.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501690593485882530" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">See this picture of me above looking happy? Well there is a sadness in me lately that I can't seem to shake and I am scared. I have been unemployed for 15 months. I feel as part of me is slipping further away with each rejection of a prospective employer. All I want to do is work and be able to take care of myself. Since I am 15 years of age I have never been without work this long. I feel lost like I don't know how to present myself so they could see how capable I am or that I really would like the opportunity without seeming desperate. I feel as if I am an outsider looking in on my life and nobody can hear me...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So the plan is now that my husbands car has been repossessed and my rental lease is up at my current apartment that we move into a more affordable space and live under my husbands income. This way I can gather my self respect up not feel like a failure and be able to live without so much stress on me getting employment. This was not a easy decision for me. I struggled with it trying to maintain hope I would find something before my unemployment ran out. But, I am emotionally spent for this whole process this past 15 months...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So we gave 60 days notice as requested even though my lease ends Aug 20th. I am not sure how I am going to afford the rent here the last month as a month to month rate of over $1,000.00 and find the money to support the move at the same time. But, I will ease myself through the process and be out of this apartment by 9/30/2010.. Hope to move the weekend of sat 9/25! I wish in some way there was someone to help ease my burden right now...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Dawn</span></span></span></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-71014021213151724582010-06-02T09:49:00.000-07:002010-06-02T10:16:25.942-07:00A need to rediscover my self....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJrICwX7iQCs2ITfHNd2npkdy_nxMf45ORRYZatQj2lBja8KjM28MmpCrB2K2ZYn41QuoQpn_ZX8RDTvOfg9PSYgkwVCxyjn9EboOqPjM3NoIqY2n-vSdKSt4IqAIPDCl7EGcCC2SMSrs/s1600/IMG00705.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJrICwX7iQCs2ITfHNd2npkdy_nxMf45ORRYZatQj2lBja8KjM28MmpCrB2K2ZYn41QuoQpn_ZX8RDTvOfg9PSYgkwVCxyjn9EboOqPjM3NoIqY2n-vSdKSt4IqAIPDCl7EGcCC2SMSrs/s320/IMG00705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478219806891120098" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Where to begin with this blog.. I have so many things on my mind today. </b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>I am yearning for some changes.. I think I have been loosing parts of the self I used to be and it is to the point I don't recognize the person I am right now.. I have been trying to change that and recapture things that bring me joy and peace again. Part of that awakening was because I had a friend in my life again who also shared some things with me I had packed away. Recently I have been bringing my crystals back into my life and meditating again.. My former self was less into a structured lifestyle... And I have been seeing changes in my attitude since I brought back some of my former selfs rituals.. But, I am longing for more change...</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>I have become discontent in my surroundings... Yes, I still have the sun and the warmth here in Phoenix, AZ... And for the most part it is beautiful here most of the year through. I think it is apartment living or the vibe in this building lately.. There was a glimmer of hope of maybe some friends moving in to the building and that was a high expectation to put on someone.. No one person can be your hope.. Hope, Joy, and Peace are jobs done from within... My friends found that relocation was a better fit for them and I wish them well on their journey.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>What I need is a reinvention of who I am and to find myself... I am not my former job, I am not miss suburban girl, but who have I evolved into? What is the current state of my being? I need to figure out what will make me happy and bring me joy again. I need to find peace and be content with who I am and my surroundings.. Does that mean a relocation for me as well? I need to look inward and start listening to my soul's voice again.. This is a process I need help with.. Where to begin? I know bringing back parts of myself I have shelved and incorporating that into my life tweaked of course to fit my beliefs as they have evolved. But, what do I want and what will bring back the joy in my life again.. Only I can soul search for those answers.. But, I need help on the process.. Any suggestions on an inward journey?</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-4205483203095651502010-05-12T16:44:00.000-07:002010-05-12T16:53:23.261-07:00Missing California and Beaches...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNHhpux7byNGPUrqfKfRhi0xuEEgh54u4fh387CB8nh1iXUHlt5ueZR2MHiSGPQLS8X-oWz-pDbFeEdDSXjs-CcQLPP7V4LCLBM1pRvYhXYey3yD0ak4HY1nsuFPvWFGsjU3Yz_oECn_-/s1600/SantaMonica4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNHhpux7byNGPUrqfKfRhi0xuEEgh54u4fh387CB8nh1iXUHlt5ueZR2MHiSGPQLS8X-oWz-pDbFeEdDSXjs-CcQLPP7V4LCLBM1pRvYhXYey3yD0ak4HY1nsuFPvWFGsjU3Yz_oECn_-/s320/SantaMonica4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470535004272584178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrzO4HW4CU2jTGQu28CnMDLjiqIA_kVfeNIhnYuHWdp4tVH6ztKcqh4yyxmZSvZjlUYYbLlqP4inf2htk6vjR9vGX1odxsVmmv1fHAQj_jz8-7H18jf8DDFSl7RuaNu2yPeJhQIdjpzSpE/s1600/VeniceBeach.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrzO4HW4CU2jTGQu28CnMDLjiqIA_kVfeNIhnYuHWdp4tVH6ztKcqh4yyxmZSvZjlUYYbLlqP4inf2htk6vjR9vGX1odxsVmmv1fHAQj_jz8-7H18jf8DDFSl7RuaNu2yPeJhQIdjpzSpE/s320/VeniceBeach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470534750746876338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyQJqyrd_8fIxiRE0rElOTIBt8ZdD1TEZ4UmME57a0cJi356Zz3Qe56tvbPwhlZH1SBHg0itr39gbn4GswXMCg-kXkc9ZPmMnM4js0UiV4v3OxU_4ey2NYbHs7F5pECIAxjhpNw01v8yl/s1600/Photo_of_Santa_Monica_Pier1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyQJqyrd_8fIxiRE0rElOTIBt8ZdD1TEZ4UmME57a0cJi356Zz3Qe56tvbPwhlZH1SBHg0itr39gbn4GswXMCg-kXkc9ZPmMnM4js0UiV4v3OxU_4ey2NYbHs7F5pECIAxjhpNw01v8yl/s320/Photo_of_Santa_Monica_Pier1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470533730487825330" /></a><br /><div>I have lived on both the west coast and the east coast... I currently live in Phoenix, AZ</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to say pools are good to cool off locally.. But, nothing beats swimming in the surf and playing in the waves at the beach. Today I am missing friends in California which got me thinking about the beaches there... the photos above make me want to be there and seeing my friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I am home sick for the west coast now that I am back in contact with friends from my past there... And the fact things here leave me feeling like something is missing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dawn</div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-55493656590995772532010-04-20T16:02:00.001-07:002010-04-20T18:30:22.699-07:00I am blessed with good friends!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja69lTXeF1xLM7K7F3-BahOhawawFZmBVh2YbmhZbkecPoXbwQ_i3UiQjJ5dL7XrSTDSRJuuvd-BrunFilInVaIWMYE-iu2c3EzU-Y9x8XoNg1cJBxwaT3fPpn1JK4JcJfre3vOiyH-1G4/s1600/IMG00302.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja69lTXeF1xLM7K7F3-BahOhawawFZmBVh2YbmhZbkecPoXbwQ_i3UiQjJ5dL7XrSTDSRJuuvd-BrunFilInVaIWMYE-iu2c3EzU-Y9x8XoNg1cJBxwaT3fPpn1JK4JcJfre3vOiyH-1G4/s320/IMG00302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462396987230643010" /></a><br /><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNaFG7XKZRvt1dRB6WJxf6bvH9Mo-3TqWT3AhFJ3PKg83tIbN3hZe3V0ccfQ5uaUSZ3zy4WY8ztyEu4mnFndS0SYylZM1sgbiFuMi3UyAj3K8z3FF4eZIwQ2RgkmsZRknrg82C3cNEitS/s1600/=%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMzAuanBn%3F=-772151"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462359043888827474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNaFG7XKZRvt1dRB6WJxf6bvH9Mo-3TqWT3AhFJ3PKg83tIbN3hZe3V0ccfQ5uaUSZ3zy4WY8ztyEu4mnFndS0SYylZM1sgbiFuMi3UyAj3K8z3FF4eZIwQ2RgkmsZRknrg82C3cNEitS/s320/=%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyMzAuanBn%3F=-772151" /></a></p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Hello everyone.. As I sit here remembering good times at Karaoke Saturday night for a friends birthday and fond memories from times spent with good friends in college 22 years ago. I realize my life may not be full of historical moments but for the most part I have enjoyed the journey.<br /><br />I have terrific friends.. And thanks to facebook I have high school and college friends back in my life who I had always kept in my heart but never knew I would speak to again. I want to tell you all who have touched my life then and have returned or are now part of my life that you all make me smile and feel fulfilled. Friends are life's blessings!<br /><br />Dawn<br /></span>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-65429561626217943142010-04-12T19:49:00.000-07:002010-04-12T19:59:34.169-07:00Bad day...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRp3Q0OtTmk5MckA0K6nZe0x0OZVnVFEwZrEuYt4rHRWLhzKVgJT-C1ZtoxK7R85f0UuGCrhWA4twnk-8sCXEoCp4J34W9lPFeqFR0D55XLc8GgxUWTzWWC4cTEZLCzAsxvzc3NkOk8pdi/s1600/IMG00091.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRp3Q0OtTmk5MckA0K6nZe0x0OZVnVFEwZrEuYt4rHRWLhzKVgJT-C1ZtoxK7R85f0UuGCrhWA4twnk-8sCXEoCp4J34W9lPFeqFR0D55XLc8GgxUWTzWWC4cTEZLCzAsxvzc3NkOk8pdi/s320/IMG00091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459449246734329826" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Today was a bad day at my current temp to perm situation.. It was the first day I didn't like being there. And at this early in the game I should be enjoying it if it is a good fit for me.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I know I went in not feeling well so that may play a part in it. And I didn't get much sleep. But, I made a mistake I admitted it and fixed it and for some reason was so stressed over it I cried and it felt like I wasn't working out for them. The big boss advised me we all make mistakes and it isn't the end of the world. But, I was hurt, upset and unsettled over it and cried for a few minutes before I gained composure. One if the guys that made me feel uncomfortable apologized and said there is no crying at the scrap yard he said it was like baseball there is not place for it there. I know he was trying to comfort me in his own way but I almost felt like I didn't want to go back. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am grateful to the staffing agency for placing me right away after I signed up with them. I am learning to accept things and trust in the universe so I will not make a rash decision. I hope tomorrow is a better day. I will give this a chance since it is only my third week.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dawn</span></span></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-24696054545455566692010-04-08T15:34:00.001-07:002010-04-10T08:00:01.603-07:00Opinions everyone's is different..<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKoYmf309lBhWE_NqcCUOjvDSa1BAxUBlF69e5c5bemDT-GVl2I381MJn_0ehHJac74_nvgEKvjObLeelD7kp4sqc265mpFJspenWI9rjofks8xfMBpcpJcSNS69DIlCvfzNpyq64pSWNE/s1600/=%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNDkuanBn%3F=-769907"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457898708783697794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKoYmf309lBhWE_NqcCUOjvDSa1BAxUBlF69e5c5bemDT-GVl2I381MJn_0ehHJac74_nvgEKvjObLeelD7kp4sqc265mpFJspenWI9rjofks8xfMBpcpJcSNS69DIlCvfzNpyq64pSWNE/s320/=%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNDkuanBn%3F=-769907" /></a></p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I am trying real hard to see everything in my life as a gift. I want to live a happy positive life. So does that mean I never get upset or share a difference of opinion without emotion or raising my voice when I get upset? This is my issue.. At times I find it hard to be susie sunshine and just nod and accept the things around me. I get emotional and loudly voice my opinion in sometimes a not so nice tone.<br /><br />Once I voice it I move on. But, then the other person has hurt feelings. How do I voice my opinion and feel it counts without hurting the people close to me? I am not perfect. I strive for balance and a positive outlook. I am still human and I will not be able to hold my tongue or accept everything without anger all the time. I sincerely don't want to hurt those I love and feel voicing my opinion should not hurt their feelings. But, maybe it is my delivery that needs work.. who knows. Today started somber after a disagreement that got out of control last night. I am sad at what happened but maintain I am being judged for having an emotional opinion. If it is my delivery because I snapped for snapping I am sorry not for the opinion. Or is it better to just not voice my opinions? That to me doesn't seem fair.. Pondering with a heavy heart.<br /><br />Dawn</span></span></span>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-45287217849778368012010-04-07T17:01:00.001-07:002010-04-08T06:36:06.023-07:00Grateful..<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjOR1-o6IAO-zz3QWbIrITMXN1oTr_P789-aqY5hHZM43GJYRz4NTGbIBqq0CwOKNrUzitb_5YFrVjPF3NOAJRQZ_8C9iwfiDRIsIVCSjYiFxF-dk57GfaopZLmv0tH2PUko76_l_O9k_/s1600/=%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMjUuanBn%3F=-782464"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjOR1-o6IAO-zz3QWbIrITMXN1oTr_P789-aqY5hHZM43GJYRz4NTGbIBqq0CwOKNrUzitb_5YFrVjPF3NOAJRQZ_8C9iwfiDRIsIVCSjYiFxF-dk57GfaopZLmv0tH2PUko76_l_O9k_/s320/=%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMjUuanBn%3F=-782464" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457550012425295794" /></a></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have been working at a temp job last week and a half. They say it is possible it is a temp to perm situation. So far it has not been that busy so I have been a little bored. I am so grateful for this opportunity. Today I actually had some data entry stuff to keep me busy. But, up until today my blackberry and my friend Sarah have been keeping me amused during the down times. Today I also brought with me a newspaper and my journal as well. I am trying to make myself useful so that they decide to keep me perm when the time comes. This opportunity came just when I needed it.<br /><br />I also have still been sending out my resume to a few listings. And I am also keeping myself considered for a job at my husbands company in a new location opening up. Trying to remain open, grateful and explore possibilities for the best fit financially and best for me...<br /><br />Dawn</span></span>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-1510097459070485012010-04-05T07:35:00.000-07:002010-04-05T07:49:06.010-07:00Earthquake..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwudPWQFlRIBtNbboaz2yWAUDW4YYTwktRO5VtYsrrOAIRITBDrKwZnpFJJrAOiYX5P7HHS56QhqUMqPu1HvEG5_ylX3njT8Ey7lK-3_SJHbVMSEzfuqbZ2VXMJIl9elh4KZpPCqWuOT5G/s1600/quake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwudPWQFlRIBtNbboaz2yWAUDW4YYTwktRO5VtYsrrOAIRITBDrKwZnpFJJrAOiYX5P7HHS56QhqUMqPu1HvEG5_ylX3njT8Ey7lK-3_SJHbVMSEzfuqbZ2VXMJIl9elh4KZpPCqWuOT5G/s320/quake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456665489915817122" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Residents across Arizona said Sunday they felt the effects of the magnitude-7.2 earthquake that shook Baja California, Mexico. Arizonans from Phoenix to Yuma reported swayed buildings, rattled walls and sloshed swimming pools. The U.S. Geological Survey said no major damage was reported from the earthquake, centered 6.2 miles below the open desert about 45 miles southwest of Yuma...</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I didn't feel this event from where I was in Scottsdale, AZ at relatives. Apparently part of Phoenix, AZ did... </span></span></span></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-69703050706741451722010-03-25T15:55:00.000-07:002010-03-25T17:48:55.382-07:00Bittersweet<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It has been tough on me since I lost my job 5/01/09. With only two weeks left on my unemployment extension I am finally going back to work Monday 3/29/2010. It is a temp to perm job and the pay is less than I was making. But, at this point it will replace unemployment and it is better than nothing... I am relieved and happy! It will start at 30 hours a week and hopefully turn into perm and 40 hours a week and a higher hourly rate than I am starting with... *smile* I am grateful!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But, there is other turmoil in my life.... Things I have no control over right now with my financial situation that make it hard for me to enjoy my success... Due to finances and the fact I had tried to turn over my husbands car willfully months ago. I could not afford to keep up on the payments and it was finally </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">repossessed. They of course waited till it looked bad for me and probably didn't even record I tried to </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">willfully turn it over. So we are back to being a one car family for the time being. I had accepted that... Then another problem surfaced again as a legal issue since I have not been able to make payments on a bank delinquency they are ready to take legal action and sue us for the money we owe them which is over $6,000.00. I tried to reason with them today and they want more a month than I can afford and will pursue us in court and probably end up garnishing our wages that don't even cover our bills as they are right now. I can't seem to win. I am scared and have nowhere to turn for help. I have tried to reach out for help and have not gotten a response. There is no family willing or able to help. It leaves me unsettled and feeling slightly sad. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I need to clear my head. I know I did not intend for things to work out this way and I have no control over what happens and know somehow I will make it through this.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dawn</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, 'bitstream vera sans', clean, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, 'bitstream vera sans', clean, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-27346386615668247442010-03-22T13:03:00.000-07:002010-03-22T13:28:56.151-07:00My Father...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIM_hCDVf0TYByL_z6thzabkxcpWwMJCkrPlt1dk3rsESJ0F3U6GjAxi5j1FWoORTEFFW8PaIy3qy3zIQ2f7RkX8nsMmPuOsV5nZmJcuGYH-K1qy39KhL0Gm68zuJ8JBdttRUuVUF9Gji5/s1600-h/dad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIM_hCDVf0TYByL_z6thzabkxcpWwMJCkrPlt1dk3rsESJ0F3U6GjAxi5j1FWoORTEFFW8PaIy3qy3zIQ2f7RkX8nsMmPuOsV5nZmJcuGYH-K1qy39KhL0Gm68zuJ8JBdttRUuVUF9Gji5/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451551591612589554" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have been thinking about my father lately. When life get's me down I think about the kind of man my dad was and how he cared for me. My father never was mean or unkind to anyone that I am aware of.. He was always there for me. Faced with the challenges in my life right now. I look at people in my life I have reached out to for help and their responses. I am amazed with the lack of care or concern around me. My father taught me if you are able to help anyone you do. I have shared food, money and anything I had to offer because I was lent to believe that is what you do for people you care about . Without asking anything in return. I am not saying this to be a martyr. It goes to the character my dad instilled in me.<br /><br />My dad was a wonderful man who taught me how to love and care for the people I choose to have in my life. I wish there were more people like him in this world who show community support and love for other people. It sure would make for a better world.</span></span>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-80850990553073748502010-03-17T17:11:00.000-07:002010-04-10T08:04:10.398-07:00my mind is clouded...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbVmLPsyTbfKK9Zgt3Y8PShJkbI345scj10jU1rNsjP2hd69lRAKCVVb_E30oYT_yTrSHc1mFPonae0xjq6SWqDoIsEwRc88jKZCDic41QuQBJENCKQ8GT_N-pijj1UJ1JOiNQ6P0PLZZ/s1600-h/IMG00510.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbVmLPsyTbfKK9Zgt3Y8PShJkbI345scj10jU1rNsjP2hd69lRAKCVVb_E30oYT_yTrSHc1mFPonae0xjq6SWqDoIsEwRc88jKZCDic41QuQBJENCKQ8GT_N-pijj1UJ1JOiNQ6P0PLZZ/s320/IMG00510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449760332325794482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My mind feels as cluttered with thought as this picture is cluttered with clouds...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">How do I make sense of it all?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Today is day two of temperatures in the 80's during the day in Phoenix, AZ. I am loving the weather and trying to put my life into focus. I need to set some goals. I need to find a job. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The one thing I know for sure is that I am clean and sober.. and cigarette free. Is that enough with my unemployment running out and still no job on the horizon. I do not know only my Higher Power knows that. My life is in his hands because I have turned it over to him. So how do I stop worrying? I am supposed to be at peace now knowing it is in the hands of my Higher Power. The truth is I am not always at peace and I get stressed and upset and I cry till I can't cry no more..</span></span></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-56016226722736703852010-03-17T10:56:00.001-07:002010-03-17T11:00:10.760-07:00Mobile Blogging<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hello this is Dawn blogging mobile from my blackberry to see if this actually works. If it does I can blog on the go from any place and not have to wait till I get home to put down my thoughts!</span></span>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292976964634521505.post-68235121172143722762010-03-15T05:41:00.000-07:002010-03-17T17:48:05.832-07:00A New Day...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtU74S3hEq1A57CJWf9YZ2ptiDi9nslLy9Tjw-TLjBDQrUGsJwjkwpySwV41WJbz14ySidX1F7wV4YM-U8cX7CRb1PPXf6BnC5j53-d9QhqmNZNyiJXIagMvIyh1ul3LyUyN9rsF4HfGS/s1600-h/doublerainbow2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtU74S3hEq1A57CJWf9YZ2ptiDi9nslLy9Tjw-TLjBDQrUGsJwjkwpySwV41WJbz14ySidX1F7wV4YM-U8cX7CRb1PPXf6BnC5j53-d9QhqmNZNyiJXIagMvIyh1ul3LyUyN9rsF4HfGS/s320/doublerainbow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449769208884554146" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Today is the New Moon.... My thought just now as I typed that was a Duran Duran song "New Moon on Monday". </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Lately I have been doing two practical exercises in intention and abundance. So today I wrote out an abundance check. Both exercises came from The Healing Arts Connection. (www.How2Heal.com) So I am planting seeds in the infinite substance. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Abundance is, above all, the belief--and even more importantly, the feeling--that one is loved. When we feel loved by life itself, we begin to feel that there will always be a place for us in the world.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">To contact the spark of your abundance, you might ask yourself, "What nourishes me? What sustains me?" Then list all the things that come to mind, everything from food to friendships to manifestations of more subtle energies. As you consciously recognize these things and begin to own them, you familiarize yourself with your prime territory, the home of your abundance and the place to find the unique strengths that you have to share with the world. No one can take your place in the universe.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I am ready to maintain my awareness of these truths and prosper in an abundant universe.</span></span></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866779117925832009noreply@blogger.com1