FIELD TRIP TO ALLISON'S WOODS

 Preserving History To It's Fullest

Blogging for Dummies

As bad as I hate to admit it, I couldn't even remember how to post my blog. Can everyone say: DUMMY!!............Seriously!!!

My first attempt making stuffed cabbage

Believe me, "They tasted way better than they look."

Ancient Words

Mom of many faces

For someone that enjoys talking so much I find it very difficult to sit here and contemplate something to write about. Considering the type of day I have had up until now, I think it would behoove me to put my feelings into words instead of walking around with them all bottled up inside of me.

I have spent the last two weeks desperately searching for new and exciting things for the kiddos too delve into this homeschooling year, but to my dismay I have come up with nothing!!! I wonder sometimes if what I am doing is the right thing. There are days I feel so inadequate I could just crawl in a hole and not come out. I make this thing so much more difficult than it has to be.

Today has been absolutely insane, I spent the first two hours of our morning trying to explain to my 12 yr old why his youngest sister, who is autistic, gets a little more attention than the rest. Which lately, has turned out to be an everyday event. Then he and his older brother who is 14, got into an altercation over a stupid video game, and on top of that my home is in complete disarray. So, since about nine o'clock a.m. I have been mom, cook, counselor, spiritual leader, referee, and housekeeper. The Lord only knows what the rest of the day holds, so from here on out I'm depending on Him to see me through.

Wolves

Wolf in sheeps clothing, hiding, watching, seeking whom he may devour.

I must be a target for destruction. Do I have a sign announcing my arrival?

Just make it quick and painless, so I can pick up the pieces and start over.

written by:Angela C. Hamby
9/09/2009

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Bleeding Heart

Uncertainty clogs the brain, confusion remains to

 

 stain; Leaving little drops of doubt, along the

 

 

surface of my heart.

Dry and desolate is my inner being, fragmented

 

 images of you I keep seeing.

Your gleaming joust has pierced my soul, bleeding

 

 uninterrupted my heart grows cold.

Life has drifted from what was once me,

 

unprotected and open my heart does bleed.

No tunnel of light can be found, dark so immense it

 

 drowns out the sound, of my still

 

 BEATING, BLEEDING heart......

By:Angela Sherrod-Hamby 2/17/09

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