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GIVEAWAY: custom hand-designed mug!

To celebrate the opening of my new shop For The Love of Oliver, I’m hosting a giveaway!

Yeah, free stuff!!IMG_4206

If you would like to win a custom hand-designed mug for yourself, your wife, your daughter, your pastor, the person you secretly admire, or anyone at all, keep reading….

WHAT: You could win a custom hand-designed mug of your choice!

FROM: For The Love of Oliver shop

WHY: because I’m nice and like to give stuff to people…

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Imposing a schedule.

Anyone who blogs regularly somewhere knows how much work it can be, regardless of how much you may enjoy it. Sometimes it’s hard to formulate into words what exactly you want to say. Sometimes it leaves your brain and emotions feeling absolutely fried. Sometimes it makes you want to pull all your hair out in frustration (although I’m 97.4% sure that the bald look wouldn’t suit me at all, so I’m trying to avoid that move as much as possible).

In the past I have shared my overly-booked, insane schedule with you all and most of you told me I was crazy (or something like that). Most of you also encouraged me to be careful not to stretch myself too thin, to pray about my schedule, to cut out the unnecessary stuff, or simply set aside the things the Lord hadn’t specifically called me to do.

Hence, this post…

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Protected: Yet another health update…

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Protected: Update on my health…

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Lessons of grace my puppy taught me.

if you read my “pictures to prove it” post you know that I bought an Italian Greyhound puppy back in April. His name is Oliver and he is now (as of this past Sunday) exactly 5 months old.

I consider him my child because that’s exactly what he acts like — a child. he’s attached to my hip. if there’s a group of people around he’ll go up to all of them, but at the end of the day he wants to sit on my lap or lay next to me. when i get home from work he jumps up on my legs like he hasn’t seen me in ages. when we go for a car ride he wants to sit on my lap. if he’s cold, he wants to be wrapped up in my hoody (while i’m still wearing it).

And while all those things are cute, there are times when he’s not cute at all…

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