tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388879422024-03-12T22:56:36.817-05:00art Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.comBlogger266125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-21771673826088038672014-01-12T06:59:00.000-06:002014-01-12T07:04:21.551-06:00Curve Balls...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Hello Friends Old and New! It has been a while since I was here and it feels good to be back. My husband was in an ATV accident in 2011. He injured his left leg horribly and had a pulmonary embolism from a blood clot in his injured leg. It was a long year of recovery. I was his primary caregiver and things just had to be put on the back burner. Home Healthcare and physical therapy took up our hours. The boys and school activities had the rest. Very little room was left for anything else but sleep when you could grab it:) During this time I was also the primary caregiver for my father-in-law who was in a nursing home nearby. He passed away in May of 2013. My husband is walking and has healed nicely. Still daily pain, but hopefully it won't be that way forever. And I feel like I can finally get back to Arting and Blogging and I even have a Facebook page! LOL!! Never thought that would happen, but it was easier and quicker in the beginning.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Oh, how I have missed you so. I can't wait to be creating again full time. I've lost 76 pounds over the last year and I am exercising! Can you believe it?!? I hate to exercise, but after my husband's accident it really hit home how this is the only body I get. I have this one chance to take care of it. I gained so much weight over the last two years. I felt horrible all the time. I was tired all the time. I hated myself. So I cut out all diet drinks and alcohol. I started drinking only water. I lost 20 pounds in 3 weeks just from that one change. It was exciting so I switched to Organic food and started walking every week day after I dropped off the kids at school. And I feel better than I have in years. Physically and Mentally. And I NEED to Art again on a daily basis. That is what I missed the most. So here I am. Starting all over again. But that's Ok. Sometimes life throws you several curve balls. You just catch them as best you can and keep trying.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Why so sad Little Sweetie? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Did Momma make you wear a stinky old dress instead of overalls? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Did she make you wash the dirt out from under your finger nails and hogtie you to a chair while she used the curling irons? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They are so sweet that I just want to pinch those cheeks!!! He seems so protective of her. I am an only child and have always wondered what it would have been like to have a brother or a sister. Then, on rainy days, when both the boys are stuck inside arguing over one thing or another I think maybe it wasn't so bad;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">"Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring, quite often the hard way."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">"It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it
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<span style="font-size: large;">In love with my new tripod!!! I have never been able to take a clear moon pic:) New toys are fun!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is my first weeks assignment for Traci's class. It is fun playing with the paint and ink, but I am too fearful of "messing up" and making a mark I am unhappy with on the paper. I need to trust and do and say "SO WHAT"!!!!!!!! Working on it:)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"And Then She Began To Wait." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Thank you Sweet Ladies at <span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://thethreemuseschallenge.blogspot.com/">Three Muses</a></span> for the Great challenge this week.:) Here are the lyrics I used as inspiration.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Feel I'm on the verge of some great trail<br />
Where I'm finally in my place<br />
But I'm fumbling still full proof<br />
And it's cluttering my space<br />
Casting shadows on my face<br />
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Though I have the strength to move a hill<br />
I can hardly leave my room<br />
So I sit perfectly still<br />
And I'll listen for a tune<br />
While my mind is on the moon<br />
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And If I stumble, and if I stall<br />
And if I slip now, and if I should fall<br />
And if I can't be, all that I could be<br />
Will you? Will you wait for me?<br />
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Cause everywhere I seem to be<br />
I am only passing through<br />
I dream these days are about the sea<br />
I always wake up feeling blue<br />
Wishing I could dream of you<br />
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So if I stumble, and If I fall<br />
And if I slip now, and loose it all<br />
And if I can't be, all that I could be<br />
Will you? Will you wait for me?<br />
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And wait for me<br />
And wait for me<br />
And wait for me<br />
Won't you wait for me?<br />
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And wait for me<br />
Please wait for me<br />
Please wait for me<br />
Won't wait for me<br />
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And wait for me<br />
Please wait for me<br />
Please wait for me<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know she has been posted before, but I could not resist her sweet winter outfit!!!!! Please feel free to use her in your art. I would love to see her and you can also join our <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/freeimagetuesdaycreations">Flickr group</a> for Free Image Tuesday art:)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">“A year from now you will wish you had started today.” </span><br />
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than by the one’s you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the
safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.
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the first time as you are about to act now.” </span><br />
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5 or so. I am sure in the younger years
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harder to sex a photo of an infant because
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christening gowns. And they have very
little hair:)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The clues in this photo that identify a male
gender are many. The fact that his hair,
although elaborately curled, is parted on the
side is a telltale sign. Girl's hair of this
era was almost (almost) always parted in the
middle. The knickers under the dress are
straight with no lace or frills (not always
the case). The boots and wide leather belt
are typical for a male gender. Also the bold
and big plaid cloth of his clothing was
popular for boys during this time. Sometimes
it's very hard to determine a gender, but the
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here are other Free Image Tuesday images of boys in dresses!! They are yours to use in your art:)</span><br />
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I love how the baby is so alert and staring straight at the camera. This also has a nice example of a "hidden mother". She is under that blanket to the left of the baby and her arm is outstretched holding on to the back of the baby. In earlier photos that I have (mainly tintypes) the baby will be sitting on the mother's lap and the mom is completely covered from head to toe in a blanket. It can look a little creepy. It is definitely a person shaped lump under there:) <br />
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He is my favorite. His dress and face are filthy, but he is happy and playing. I just want to scoop him up in my arms and hug on him a little while.<br />
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You Can Put Him in a Dress, But He Doesn't Have to Like it!<br />
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Little Man CDV. This CDV (carte de vista) sized photo is a very early one. Based on the hair style and clothing of our fella I would date this photo to the early 1860s. A lovely studio chair adds to the beauty of this one.<br />
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Sweet little boy with a wonderful head of hair:)<br />
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I believe these two to be brother and sister fraternal twins. With the boy on the left and the girl on the right.<br />
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These are two digital collages I created with my personal images. I am creating a tutorial to show you how:) Love, Jamie <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know it has been a while. My last post was August 12th and I had every intention of being back sooner. My husband was in an ATV accident in Utah on August 19th. It crushed the tibial plateau and broke both the lower leg bones of his left leg. After having surgery to place an external fixator to hold the break in place he was able to fly back to Texas. ( Don't ask. Nightmare.) He had an 8 hour surgery here to bolt everything back where it should be. He developed a pulmonary embolism from a blood clot in the broken leg. Oh, and staph. Wonderful staph. We never knew. You think a broken leg and how terrible but you don't think how it changes every single aspect of your life. He was totally non-weight bearing until Thanksgiving. We have spent our days at doctors and pharmacies and bathing and getting dressed and in pain. The pain is ever constant and we believe will always be there in some form. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">But, out of this I have grown and changed. I have found my voice and use it while navigating the wilds of the medical/insurance system. I have found my voice and use it with my husband and my children. I have been holding back and supressing my words, my feelings and wants and needs for far to long. Martyr. Stuffing those words and feelings down a deep, deep well capped tight with hamburgers and ice cream. And the only one it hurt was myself. So many of you have shared your struggles and have been so very wonderful and supportive. Thank you!!!!! Thank you for being brave and speaking up. We are all special and good and human. We are all miraculously flawed and fragile and strong and perfect all at the same time.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">PS- After Thanksgiving, my husband started back to work and walking with crutches and bearing weight as tolerated and has already ordered what I refer to as his "Pimp" cane to use when he is ready;) I tried to get him to order one with a naked lady for the handle (yes, they exist!) but he settled for a more dignified model.</span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have so many FITs to catch up on!!!!! Believe me, you will get each and every one:) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am half in my new studio. Kind of in limbo, with some of my husband's things still here. So waiting. Patiently. No, not really. Tapping my foot and pouting is probably more like it:) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Working on feelings and expressing them with words and art. Not food. Hard, but successful 50% of the time. I am working toward getting that number up more towards 80% or so. Let's face it, some hurts just NEED the sugar. Girl has to have a donut every now and then;) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two new pieces below and FITs to follow on Tuesday or sooner if I can get my act together.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">PS- Some people have written me and asked who Jamie Miller is and where can they find her. It's me silly. Lol! Love, Jamie<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."</span><br />
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This is my take on this week's challenge. When I created this image I typed out all my negative thoughts and then cut them into word spaghetti. Then I served them up on a silver plate with a silver spoon. Bon Appetite! <br />
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I have been working hard to control my negative self talk. Sometimes the negative talk seems to be on automatic playback that runs constantly in the background of my thoughts. Sometimes I am able to stop and listen and turn the words into positive words. Sometimes I eat and stuff those words down to make them quiet for a while. Sometimes I am amazed at how hatefully I treat myself. I would never say these words to a friend or stranger. It is a hard habit to break. It is a work in progress. I am a work in progress. Love you all, JamieJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-51193753993473038462011-05-31T14:11:00.000-05:002011-05-31T14:11:02.134-05:00Family of Four FIT...Thank you, Thank you All, for the wonderful welcome back to Blogland!! I am having "issues" with posting comments. Some go through and some do not, but I am working on it:)<br />
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Here are quick FITs for this beautiful Tuesday. These are four tintypes of a very lovely family. I love how the frames tie them all in together. The Sister seems very regal. I love her. Now, away with you!!! Go make Art!!! Love, Jamie<br />
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I missed you so. I am so glad to be back.<br />
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I owe you all such gratitude and love for supporting me when I was unable to support myself.<br />
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I am forever grateful. So many wonderful words of encouragement and love.<br />
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It is all very bleak when you are suffering through a depressive stage. So many of you shared your wisdom and compassion and your own journeys. I carried those words with me.<br />
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First, not feeling I deserved them.<br />
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Then when I was ready, drawing comfort from them and knowing I was not alone.<br />
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And now feeling such amazement at this wonderful, supportive and loving community of artists and friends. We have created a haven here in blog land. A safe harbor where we are allowed and encouraged to speak from our hearts. Thank you so very much. Thank you for listening and supporting and loving. Love, Jamie<br />
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Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-23769683192810089892010-12-24T08:37:00.000-06:002010-12-24T08:37:55.725-06:00Merry Christmas Sweet Friends...Dear Friends,<br />
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I have been absent, but I have been busy. Busy is Good:) Busy is not sleeping all day. I feel better and better every day. We are heading to South Carolina for Christmas. I hope each and every one of you have a wonderful Holiday. Your support and Friendship has been a saving grace and such a blessing to me this past year. I am eagerly awaiting the New Year and all the promise it has in store for us. <br />
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With Much Love and Gratitude,<br />
Jamie<br />
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PS- Here are some Winter FITS for you:) Make something Merry!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A beautiful tintype of two Sisters. You can still see the imprint for the brass matt that surrounded it inside it's case. (***Please see note below***)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Love, JamieJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-83099648413919956432010-11-18T07:26:00.001-06:002010-11-18T07:27:48.853-06:00Special FIT for You....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1OnHlfCQeD5f-7Ln7T19a8Q85YmaPFxAKZH76bvckM7lpQ-m6l9kgMCQIBJZcYIgYRmNa-ekds4wZjhJM_NhrKELGp09DV9dgwBNMv-6CZuMXDWB8bxtWrEkUrD0M4rBGkM1mg/s1600/Beth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1OnHlfCQeD5f-7Ln7T19a8Q85YmaPFxAKZH76bvckM7lpQ-m6l9kgMCQIBJZcYIgYRmNa-ekds4wZjhJM_NhrKELGp09DV9dgwBNMv-6CZuMXDWB8bxtWrEkUrD0M4rBGkM1mg/s640/Beth.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This beautiful young lady is a Civil War era cased ambrotype. I love everything about her. Her face, her dress, the way she crosses her hands. My cased image collection holds a special place in my heart. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes when I hold them in my hands I think, "I am the only person on this Earth right now who knows this person lived." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My collection dates from the mid to late 1800's and for what ever reason they were seperated from their family. So now, I am their keeper. I hold their story. Create something beautiful with her. Write her a new story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love You All, Jamie</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-58850543614605421832010-11-16T18:25:00.001-06:002010-11-16T18:26:57.199-06:00Fall Comes to Texas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5IQx1MziwN07Lnm6ggfYl-QahnF1lwTxFQL6KUMa9Stk-7zJ1RlYXV8NuzYuwdO3OW5Z3Y0VH8pLYbw06t35JvkpyIxETU1MzITFge0zdEBAk77YGdjiSAVm2r8aTTViJu2tnQ/s1600/FallinTexas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5IQx1MziwN07Lnm6ggfYl-QahnF1lwTxFQL6KUMa9Stk-7zJ1RlYXV8NuzYuwdO3OW5Z3Y0VH8pLYbw06t35JvkpyIxETU1MzITFge0zdEBAk77YGdjiSAVm2r8aTTViJu2tnQ/s640/FallinTexas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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I actually went out with my camera yesterday and took some Fall photos. They were the first photos that I have taken in months. It felt good. This week has been good. No sleeping during the day and I am slowly catching up with all the mess I let slide lately. Your sweet words and comments are a blessing and are so very appreciated. I am so lucky to know such Wise and Wonderful Women. I have FITS, but they will have to wait until the Wild Boys are in bed. Love You All!!!! JamieJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-66669334566508102262010-11-09T15:57:00.000-06:002010-11-09T15:57:04.008-06:00Sweet Fits For You, My Sweet Friends....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU7y5EpuiU4IMm1xYfLo6pTbZ6EnzTpJfrGoQLi_eGPpulT9Dfn5qMC7rkF8ih3je4LdXo0O_ybCI2tEJJ_iOhnSxeDN7pH5jXMDF0V_KizF5fyMgSmpNp8ChPY2uW6ruTT9QSA/s1600/princess2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU7y5EpuiU4IMm1xYfLo6pTbZ6EnzTpJfrGoQLi_eGPpulT9Dfn5qMC7rkF8ih3je4LdXo0O_ybCI2tEJJ_iOhnSxeDN7pH5jXMDF0V_KizF5fyMgSmpNp8ChPY2uW6ruTT9QSA/s640/princess2.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Beautiful Little Miss. My favorite part of this photo is the elaborate painted backdrop behind her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-83668106821183821282010-11-07T01:40:00.006-05:002010-11-07T11:08:17.676-06:00Ok.I Can Do This....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have told this story to my mother and my husband, so I can tell it here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It is humiliating and hard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I woke up on Thursday and had a brain storm that my boys needed cooler clothes. Not because they had bad clothes. But because I realized that I had only shopped at Old Navy and Target for them. NOT COOL. The school they attend is full of very privileged children, who have the very best. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was thinking I could save them some teasing by giving them the best in clothing that money could buy. (James had come home and said that he was teased because he wore skinny jeans.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They would fit in and no one would be able to call them out on their clothing choices. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I called friends who kept up on that sort of thing. They told me the most popular clothing brands were "Hurley" and "7 for all Mankind" and "True Religion" and "Rock and Republic" and "Diesel." I, of course, have never heard of any of these brands. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If I find a shirt I like, I buy it in every color and I am happy and done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, I went to Macy's and met with a wonderful woman named Vivienne. And she helped me with buying a whole new wardrobe for ME. I know I was looking for the kids But, it was fun and giddy and exhilarating. I made myself walk outside of my comfort zone. And she picked out this and that and I said ok. She waited in the dressing room for me and approved every outfit. And I loved almost every one. And we laughed at the ones that did not work and we laughed at the ones that were perfect. And she was fabulous and fun and encouraging. And I felt normal for the first time in a long time. And Vivi made me feel normal and right and excepted. She said that I made her laugh so much. And she made me laugh so much. She did not judge me when I said that a 24 would not fit me. She just kept looking until she found a 26. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And she cheered me and praised me when the 24 fit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And she accepted me for who I am. Jamie. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not Fat Jamie. Just Jamie. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Who I am on the inside. Vivi made me feel real and ok and normal for the first time in a long time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The last thing I said to her was, "I love ya Vivi" and I do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She was there for me when she did not know that, that was what I needed most. She was perfect.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That afternoon, I took James to the store with me to pick up jeans and shoes for David. We went to the big boy clothes and I was looking around for clothes for David. There was a Mom there from our school and her two boys. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">James being the social guy that he is, said very proudly, " That is my Mom". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the youngest boy said, " <span style="font-size: large;">YOUR MOM IS FAT</span>". </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Poor James said, "No She is Not!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then, the Mom steered them away to another area. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">James looked at me panicked struck and said "You are <span style="font-size: large;">Not</span> fat Mom!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I Love You".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I never recognized that "I " was their biggest liability. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It is "I " that they will be judged about and called out after. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The <span style="font-size: large;">Fat Mom.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Mom that stands out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I cried all the way home. I tried to hide it from James, but he knew. I cried in the car all the way home. When we got home, I called a friend. The boys knew there was something more. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">David came to me and said," The more people that make fun of you, the more you learn to deal with them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When people make fun of me I say, " I don't understand what you mean. Could you please explain it to me?" That stops them in their tracks he said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I must be doing something right. David gave me better advice than any adult could. I must be teaching them the right things. Those silly boys. I love them so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the best I can do to recover the lost comments I received for the first try at this post. Kim, Anji, Joanna and Karin please know that I appreciate you so very much!!!!! Love, Jamie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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My therapist said yesterday that sometimes the simple act of saying something aloud can take it's power to keep you stuck away. Being able to talk to Debbie every week and to feeling safe to come here and share with you is so very wonderful. Knowing that you understand makes me feel so much better. <br />
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I am showing my gratitude for all of you by sharing my favorite new image as the FIT. She is special and beautiful. Just like us.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43UzFwbex38mgy1FeSmZDZOdXEjsdsowjJGGXm_9EuOeHFYRj-tNK_-BbihCIky7ZJsLZNGIGvrJ6iQgcCvv4Rh5sgeLs1Lych2_yUqOFxvnenqrM1JSz4MMcTZ2sdBjLjG0eYA/s1600/littlegardener.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43UzFwbex38mgy1FeSmZDZOdXEjsdsowjJGGXm_9EuOeHFYRj-tNK_-BbihCIky7ZJsLZNGIGvrJ6iQgcCvv4Rh5sgeLs1Lych2_yUqOFxvnenqrM1JSz4MMcTZ2sdBjLjG0eYA/s640/littlegardener.jpg" width="419" /></a></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-7825151230185934182010-10-29T23:58:00.002-05:002010-10-30T07:14:36.744-05:00"Ah hai' nay erna keena'n you."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhld-kPGPFx2afJ8_YNjK0HrRfNYR56expsUAKxz8kq2n1FULNvcvl9KOEW8h6ELtUbuJwXFfPu6DRZ5bklUCtJNDkGeNN8pQnKFbBdHuNwh3CaM__bnFeXl8PeL0I3xrbqDQ-n5g/s1600/LaundryDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="638" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhld-kPGPFx2afJ8_YNjK0HrRfNYR56expsUAKxz8kq2n1FULNvcvl9KOEW8h6ELtUbuJwXFfPu6DRZ5bklUCtJNDkGeNN8pQnKFbBdHuNwh3CaM__bnFeXl8PeL0I3xrbqDQ-n5g/s640/LaundryDay.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">"Proof of Fairies No. 284"</div><div align="center">Digital collage by Jamie Miller</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div>"I have no greater sorrows than yours."<br />
~ Nell<br />
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I feel guilty having depression when I KNOW it is not caused by outside causes. I want to sleep all day. I have no right too. I have to force myself everyday to function like a normal human being. <br />
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Get the children to school.<br />
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Come home and set the alarm clock to 2:45 pm.<br />
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Sleep. <br />
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Wake up and be a positive and happy Mom. <br />
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Homework. Dinner. Night, Night time. 8:00pm. Then, I fall into the bed. I think "Thank God." <br />
The boys don't wake up until 6:30 am. <br />
Only then do I need to be present. <br />
I make breakfast. I dress them. I drive them to school. <br />
I come home and sleep until school is done.<br />
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Done. <br />
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That has been my life. It feels like a sorry excuse. It feels like a sham.<br />
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Don't tell me it is ok. It is not. It is a mockery of a life. It feels like a sham.<br />
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I love you all. I hear your answers in my head. You say wonderful positive things. You say it is ok. You say beautiful, lovely things. I do not deserve them. <br />
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So I am going to except them anyway.<br />
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Because I am trying and you are pulling for me.<br />
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You are there for me when I am not there for myself.<br />
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Thank you for that. Thank you so much.<br />
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Thank you for being there.<br />
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I am going to start walking in the morning. I am going to be present. I can tell you honestly that it is going to suck. I will hate it. But so what. I will be ok.<br />
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I have no greater sorrows than you.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13303243140077924265noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887942.post-38748057438039127462010-08-12T22:32:00.006-05:002010-08-12T22:57:02.214-05:00Art...Alli...and FITS...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“Come to the edge, he said. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They said: We are afraid. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Come to the edge, he said. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They came. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He pushed them and they flew.”</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">~Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1919)</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She is a true beauty and I have the original for you and also one I have colorized. I love her hair and think she looks so modern.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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