tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82904753594420417282024-02-19T10:30:37.821-05:00My Life In WordsRamblings on about life, love and little thingsMorgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-26289895664938185832012-05-16T23:14:00.000-04:002012-05-16T23:14:20.383-04:00Jill's Birth Story<br />
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jill Martha Catherine Wilson<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">March 25, 2012<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7 lbs 10 oz<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">20 in <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I first woke up around 5 with what felt like gas pains/cramps. I tried going to the bathroom but nothing was
happening so I went back to bed. I woke
up again around 5:30 with the same feeling but nothing happened again. So I laid in bed and decided to see what
happened when I felt the pain again.
After a couple times I noticed it was more painful into my back and my
stomach was tightening. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About 6 I went to the guestroom and mentioned to my mom what I was feeling
and that I thought it might be the start of contractions. We went downstairs and starting timing them
and pretty much right away they were coming about 4-6 minutes apart. Since my labour with Paul was fairly fast we
decided to go to the hospital right away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They hooked me up to a monitor and checked for about 20 minutes to a half
hour. They said that I was about 3 cm
but my cervix was still fairly thick and "floppy." My contractions
were coming 4 1/2 min apart consistently and she said that I could go home and
come back when they were coming 3 min consistently. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I went home for 4 hours and did some labouring in bed and walking
around. When I got up and started
walking around they were beginning to come 2-3 minutes consistently and getting
more intense. We went back to the
hospital and they checked/monitored me again and I was 5 cm/75% effaced but my
contractions slowed down to about 6-7 minutes apart. They were getting more intense, though, so
they admitted me at 2:25 (that's what is on my bracelet.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They gave me my antibiotics for GBS and then let me use a birthing ball to
help bring her head down 'cause it was still pretty high. I did that for about an hour and a half until
they were so strong I started feeling some pressure to lightly push. Also during that time I threw up in the
bathroom and lost my mucous plug, but my water was still intact. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At 3:55 the doctor checked me and I was at 7 cm. The nurse said to me "let's see if we
can get this baby out by 7!" She was hoping she'd get to be there when it
happened before shift change. I thought
"it would be nice if she was born a half hour from now!" I was on the
bed now and the contractions were coming about 1-2 minutes apart and getting
really intense so I didn't want to move back to the ball. I didn't have any pain relief and it wasn't
long before I was writhing on the bed, almost in tears it hurt so bad. I had been just breathing through the
contractions but I was starting to groan a lot.
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then my water broke during a contraction and she crowned right away. There was a bit of meconium in the water so
she called the doctor and everyone in right away. I was telling the nurse that I HAD to push
and she said "wait wait wait! Not yet!" So she checked me real fast
and said that when I felt like I needed to to push. In 4 pushes Jill was out crying away! I had
2nd degree tearing so it took time for them to stitch me up (same as with
Paul.) About a half hour after she was born I was able to hold her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I guess my desire for her to be born within a half hour was reachable
'cause 25 minutes later she was born!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-41839083530955221422012-04-01T12:53:00.005-04:002012-04-01T13:05:11.598-04:00Arrived!<div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; "><b><span >She is here! Jill Martha Catherine Wilson arrived March 25th at 4:20 pm. She weighed 7 lbs, 10 oz and was 20 in long. And she is beautiful!</span></b> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8AAmrnnrIinjJsR8pVXBxzMbuRA83CFKsAMu4x8SaZ-dI6B92gd0BzMDz6ZuHtJWd-flHMsvKGT9bgiegUsTyR99c8MU4ys0ZdqlZhwNKkCqfmUW3mRHTzvKnyqt-j8FnEpOIYR7C8ZA/s1600/085+%25282000x1333%2529+-+Copy%25282%2529.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8AAmrnnrIinjJsR8pVXBxzMbuRA83CFKsAMu4x8SaZ-dI6B92gd0BzMDz6ZuHtJWd-flHMsvKGT9bgiegUsTyR99c8MU4ys0ZdqlZhwNKkCqfmUW3mRHTzvKnyqt-j8FnEpOIYR7C8ZA/s320/085+%25282000x1333%2529+-+Copy%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726477387043467314" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span >Jill at 5 days old</span></b> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZKFSICbTySPxAkSpsX-rFjspYiQkk0Yiti6PqqpiddKVbRIpEYwWAjSR9vMLs6UdzazLg1Uj8SkWRqbGgKv54IIrC__li0RZw1aA-Z0jOCTnlFWuY76Z3cICbhJh08IyCuD55Tr1he4/s320/166%25282%2529+%25282000x1334%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726477388259725202" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span >Proud big brother Paul</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span><b><br /></b></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxEc_JYBUJ-reZe-HRNLCPkA9m4taMICg8U42PEplP8PAx_NsHnk2vDc5ZDFhUr6f0kkz1XBrKFGOO1a5DcuRLO2hnVR4-DyjlrOEr3vrOGLUM52RaKXOMDomH8S6CupNAWBjuFle230E/s1600/096+%25282000x1333%2529.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxEc_JYBUJ-reZe-HRNLCPkA9m4taMICg8U42PEplP8PAx_NsHnk2vDc5ZDFhUr6f0kkz1XBrKFGOO1a5DcuRLO2hnVR4-DyjlrOEr3vrOGLUM52RaKXOMDomH8S6CupNAWBjuFle230E/s320/096+%25282000x1333%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726477377599911362" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span >One big happy family</span></b></div></div>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-91717291562973294752012-03-20T15:37:00.002-04:002012-03-20T15:42:36.429-04:00TimeI should be doing so many other things right now but instead I'm being lazy...or relaxing. Whatever you want to call it.<div><br /></div><div>Dan is at work and we sent Paul to daycare for the day so I have had the house all to myself. I went back to bed about 9:45 and got up at 1:45 (with a little bathroom break in between...can't get away from those these days.) It was wonderful! The last time I had a day like this I felt guilty for relaxing 'cause I knew a lot needed to get done but Dan told me to just relax and do nothing so I did! I didn't even wait for him to tell me today. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, I'm just catching up on some Glee I've missed (we don't have cable) and enjoying the birds chirping outside my open windows! I have less than two hours of "freedom" left so I should get going. My next post will probably be when baby girl is born - anxiously awaiting to share the good news!</div>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-32428338331283327822012-03-11T19:12:00.002-04:002012-03-11T19:57:00.653-04:00<div>I'm still here...I promise! I'll give you a better update soon but for now I'll leave you a belly pic! 38 weeks and counting...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8ZpO8m4d1gf_iU3w3Fl9oEAGKzQLD4iFPGj4mB4oyXHx8sY7hhUAwssXrSCgVCtnVPo-6ldjgpuVzBqSUWMfPsFuTl1KfhChtPgFZWHaDatag-DxkOH-PLik_PKmfWxw55sI5B9eCuU/s1600/425853_10150664339544791_510599790_9004753_620537493_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8ZpO8m4d1gf_iU3w3Fl9oEAGKzQLD4iFPGj4mB4oyXHx8sY7hhUAwssXrSCgVCtnVPo-6ldjgpuVzBqSUWMfPsFuTl1KfhChtPgFZWHaDatag-DxkOH-PLik_PKmfWxw55sI5B9eCuU/s320/425853_10150664339544791_510599790_9004753_620537493_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718781343050342402" /></a>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-24700962454247473482011-09-20T11:16:00.006-04:002011-09-20T11:55:51.923-04:00Time OffSome weeks are full of opposite shifts, daycare, running around, paying bills, barely having enough for groceries, tired, cranky children and tired, cranky parents.<br /><br />Then there are weeks that are full of love and life. Paul and I have been at my parent's house since Saturday and it's been so relaxing and ultimately uneventful. I love that. My parents get some quality time with their grandson and I get a little bit of a break from having to keep an eye on him every single minute of the day. There's also games of Yahtzee, hot coffee and great conversation. We've been to the Fair, celebrated "Gwampa's" birthday and found some good deals at second-hand shops.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtToCSq4Tvwj8PhRZgXGJfkjYIkkReAtEkE2gNxg7h8tx2bAYkX4PuQHBdVT_U1dncW4iLP52q1WGD2L6GReCoznhKeVPVrGkogAykubrQm992PZF3RfDLgisU80wxms7KkrLNC0LiC0M/s1600/IMAG0139.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtToCSq4Tvwj8PhRZgXGJfkjYIkkReAtEkE2gNxg7h8tx2bAYkX4PuQHBdVT_U1dncW4iLP52q1WGD2L6GReCoznhKeVPVrGkogAykubrQm992PZF3RfDLgisU80wxms7KkrLNC0LiC0M/s320/IMAG0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654469468782068306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Throwing rocks in the wa</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >ter</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5uvCXNbn1lbCGFrk5_W4f7LeW4PALMI3-OCY1DxpFABxLKXmX-Vufu16igtyvSvSrGYWmhyx8Atp5xW6ZPjux9eW7JYeSn4fuJaqFzMWTMUXfRNdJuvAyba_Tv7CaSqMy1tv15Vq1pk/s1600/IMAG0144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5uvCXNbn1lbCGFrk5_W4f7LeW4PALMI3-OCY1DxpFABxLKXmX-Vufu16igtyvSvSrGYWmhyx8Atp5xW6ZPjux9eW7JYeSn4fuJaqFzMWTMUXfRNdJuvAyba_Tv7CaSqMy1tv15Vq1pk/s320/IMAG0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654470480604066930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paulie and Mommy</span></span><br /><br /></div>I'm on vacation for two weeks (sixteen days to be exact) and am loving every single moment. I haven't had any vacation since I went back to work over a year ago. It actually all fell into place perfectly. Our daycare provider had her baby today (congrats, Sam!) and is off for two weeks and I just got a new job I start Oct. 3rd. That's right, brand spanking new. I'm moving from women's clothing into children's clothing (dangerous.) It's a better position and better pay. I'm excited for the change but I'm also kind of nervous - who isn't when facing a new job?<br /><br />Another thing I'm excited about is a new baby! We are expecting again and I'm due March 24th. Only 4.5 more weeks till we find out what it is! Boy? Girl? What's your guess? Until then I am content just knowing that it's growing (boy oh boy is it growing) and healthy.<br /><br />So, as I spend the morning hanging out with mom at her work I feel thankful and blessed to get this time. I like feeling free to say "whatever...we've got all the time we want." I'm soaking up all this beautiful transitional fall weather and making the most of it. Today is shopping and Pad Thai for lunch (something I save for trips "home") with my mom. Lovely day it is, then :)Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-76002906967790241232011-08-30T21:06:00.002-04:002011-08-30T21:15:27.817-04:006 Months AgoSix months ago I was growing a baby in my belly. It had a beating heart and a brain. It had little hands and feet. It was going to grow up to be someone special - someone great. At least in my mind it was.<div>
<br /></div><div>Six months ago I was looking forward to August 31st. It was a prominent date in my mind. It still is, but in a very different way. I have been dreading it. That date will now always remind me of the baby that didn't get to be; that never got a chance. I will probably always be just a little bit sad on that day.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>There is a silver lining, though. There is now a new little one getting the chance to grow and become someone special right inside me. I have seen it. I saw it wiggle and was told it had a heart beat of 171 bpm. I am 10 weeks and 3 days. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I am grateful to be able to face this day knowing that God has special plans for a different child in our lives. One that will be just as great.</div>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-45814705090807493142011-08-12T07:13:00.008-04:002011-08-12T08:48:18.830-04:00TWO!<div style="text-align: left;">My son is two today! When did that happen? I remember <a href="http://mmdwilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-body-is-not-my-own.html">my first post</a> about being pregnant - seems like yesterday!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>He is such a delight. Words are spilling out of him so fast and it just blows us away. We've been teaching him that it's his birthday and he's two - he loves saying it: "Birtday - TWO!" We feel so lucky and blessed to have him...every single day :)</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Today is also my wedding anniversary! 5 years I have been married to a wonderful, charming, thoughtful, loving man. I am amazed every day that he chooses to love me. I feel so undeserving of his love.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><div>Happy Anniversary, my dear husband - with all that I am and will be :)</div><div>
<br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PCkJn0lhbWVWHlKm8I9eenTKqIVgqFqoAl4d9-vxeJG1JoXZJiCtsch9-qEigaJ6kLI54qSmM8EJj7GKxCsw-F_tnVmbwMhjfZVaxT7ZokiOj8SnMA7Qple1BM7-nCcXcujdTVdwNYI/s320/196344_4724299790_510599790_105646_8475_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639931854542292242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2006</b></div><div>
<br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-kdWCHEy_5b2isjJf3Ve4PHxZGN_fQQmgjzct8E0A7D4Jc_zN40jByrLNXiuNMgoLjY7X6yLPAyqC5TTLfFf4eJvLxTtbHYwahfk2uoGS2BUam6I-fjHrAVPlbj6N-SvsrnsXqIQh_0/s320/IMG_8655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639931862215396226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>2011</b></div></div>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-66656411412529640642011-07-27T22:52:00.002-04:002011-07-27T22:56:41.165-04:00Our Song<span class="Apple-style-span" >Our 5 year anniversary is approaching.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This is our song <b>:)</b></span></div><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2sJ1ONgrkdA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><div><b><br /></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " ><b>There's a melody in my head<br />And I ain't stopped hummin' it since I saw your face<br />There's a feeling I can't forget<br />It started with you kissing me that way<br />And there's no end in sight<br />Like an Oklahoma wheat field blowin'<br />You've got my heart in motion, and I'm gone<br />I'm the pinks and you're the reds<br />Just like this sunset, we belong<br />And there's no end in sight<br /><br />How high is the sky<br />How long is time<br />With you it's how I'm spending mine<br />Like there is no end in sight<br />I wanna laugh<br />I wanna live<br />I'm gonna love you like there is, like there is no end in sight<br /><br />So kick your shoes off, stay awhile<br />Ain't nothing here but stars for miles and me<br />We're standing on the edge of something<br />Not afraid of jumpin' in deep<br />And there's no end in sight</b></span></div></div>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-7586611246451418392011-07-03T21:27:00.002-04:002011-07-03T21:31:26.450-04:00MelancholyI'm having a melancholy day. It's hard to explain and deeply personal but on a general level do you ever have those days? You get wrapped up in your mind and it's a battlefield that you feel you can't get out of? That's my day today. I always like to listen to this song when I feel that way:<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFbjE7NFmUI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFbjE7NFmUI</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Patty Griffin</b></div><div><b>RAIN</b></div><div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Beating close to mine</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Pounding up against the stone and steel</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Walls that I won't climb</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Sometimes a hurt is so deep deep deep</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">You think that you're gonna drown</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Sometimes all I can do is weep weep weep</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">With all this rain falling down</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Strange how hard it rains now</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Rows and rows of big dark clouds</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">When I'm holding on underneath this shroud</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Rain</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Its hard to know when to give up the fight</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Two things you want will just never be right</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Its never rained like it has to night before</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Now I don't wanna beg you baby</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">For something maybe you could never give</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">I'm not looking for the rest of your life</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">I just want another chance to live</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Strange how hard it rains now</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Rows and rows of big dark clouds</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">When I'm holding on underneath this shroud</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Rain</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Strange how hard it rains now</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Rows and rows of big dark clouds</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">When I'm holding on underneath this shroud</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Rain</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Strange how hard it rains now</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Rows and rows of big dark clouds</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">When I'm still alive underneath this shroud</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Rain Rain Rain</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div></div>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-31263463285380704322011-06-24T19:19:00.002-04:002011-06-24T19:22:18.506-04:00GuestingHey everyone!<br /><br />I know it's been a while since I finished my 30 day challenge but I've been busy! Today I am guest posting over at my friend Amy's blog. Feel free to check it out!<br /><br /><a href="http://amyfortherest.blogspot.com">http://amyfortherest.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />Make sure you also check out all of her other posts, too!Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-50460100073609726152011-05-20T23:28:00.003-04:002011-05-20T23:32:55.996-04:00DAY THIRTY - YOUR FAVORITE SONG AT THIS TIME LAST YEARWe started attending a new church last April and we sang this song one Sunday. I fell in love with it and even more so when I found out it was penned and sung by one of my favorite singers! I still love it but it was definitely my fave this time last year.<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/79055I6o-NQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-10908532041738822112011-05-19T21:48:00.002-04:002011-05-19T22:11:12.133-04:00DAY TWENTY NINE - A SONG FROM YOUR CHILDHOODThis song takes me WAY back!<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mRU537xN3kU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-13761288086057521012011-05-18T10:43:00.001-04:002011-05-18T10:45:13.858-04:00DAY TWENTY EIGHT - A SONG THAT MAKES YOU FEEL GUILTYI have never gone on a missions trip before but I think it would be amazing!<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WGx-xU6TnU8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-24454086368507955052011-05-17T13:13:00.001-04:002011-05-17T13:47:08.909-04:00DAY TWENTY SEVEN - A SONG YOU WISH YOU COULD PLAY<iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sj8aEGHvkhk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-11198581094705161962011-05-17T13:11:00.003-04:002011-05-17T13:13:27.279-04:00DAY TWENTY SIX - A SONG THAT YOU CAN PLAY ON AN INSTRUMENTThis is the only song that I can barely play (and it's only partially) on piano.<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kPbV_HTpyx0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-11868809772797008752011-05-17T13:03:00.001-04:002011-05-17T13:05:48.665-04:00DAY TWENTY FIVE - A SONG THAT MAKES YOU LAUGHI know there's a little bit of language but this is SOOOOO funny!<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5PsnxDQvQpw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-19353418943284498922011-05-14T21:05:00.001-04:002011-05-14T21:08:24.056-04:00DAY TWENTY FOUR - A SONG THAT YOU WANT PLAYED AT YOUR FUNERALI know it has a melancholy feel but the lyrics and message are just so beautiful.<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e_4g8_e16dc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-52438400056462347992011-05-14T21:02:00.002-04:002011-05-14T21:04:51.940-04:00DAY TWENTY THREE - A SONG THAT YOU WANT PLAYED AT YOUR WEDDINGI married the most wonderful man in the world almost 5 years ago and this was the song my best friend sang.<br /><br /><iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iB7iehGN8JE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-32216986550065482182011-05-12T07:28:00.000-04:002011-05-13T16:20:35.181-04:00DAY TWENTY TWO - A SONG THAT YOU LISTEN TO WHEN YOU'RE SADIt doesn't ever pertain to any situation I'm going through but I love the melancholy melody of this song. It's perfectly mellow and beautiful. You can just hear it all in her voice.<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pFbjE7NFmUI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-68900856015666421802011-05-11T09:07:00.001-04:002011-05-11T09:12:10.464-04:00DAY TWENTY ONE - A SONG YOU LISTEN TO WHEN YOU'RE HAPPYThis is so much fun to listen to!!<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oe7EPVBHU-A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-51671755686409942472011-05-10T19:11:00.002-04:002011-05-10T19:19:38.265-04:00DAY TWENTY - A SONG THAT YOU LISTEN TO WHEN YOU'RE ANGRYI don't generally listen to songs when I'm angry...but I guess if I did it would be this one. I dare this not to get you out of a bad mood!<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_VMhM-6ppRY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-14883146970660699952011-05-09T09:20:00.002-04:002011-05-09T09:27:01.980-04:00DAY NINETEEN - A SONG FROM YOUR FAVORITE ALBUMI have bought and listened to so many albums but the one that I love the most is Amy Grant's "Lead Me On." The lyrics, the music, everything about it is just fantastic. I get sucked into the album and wish that I had written all the songs myself! This song is the opening track - it reminds me of camp experiences I've had.<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_fzgxZcwPUU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-56002895873663144442011-05-09T09:19:00.002-04:002011-05-09T09:19:43.376-04:00DAY EIGHTEEN - A SONG THAT YOU WISH YOU HEARD ON THE RADIOI could listen to this 10 times a day and not be sick of it!<br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ajkSb3M2UJU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-21575366100214811512011-05-07T12:14:00.001-04:002011-05-07T12:21:25.820-04:00DAY SEVENTEEN - A SONG THAT YOU HEAR OFTEN ON THE RADIOA classic in my mind - I don't mind hearing it!<br /><br /><iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ABYJo53mHHQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8290475359442041728.post-71887045663112889302011-05-06T08:44:00.006-04:002011-05-06T08:56:54.670-04:00DAY SIXTEEN - A SONG YOU USED TO LOVE BUT NOW HATEHate is a strong word. Especially for a worship song. From going to camp and singing this for many years I have grown so tired of it. A lot of these songs are so repetitive and I can't stand that.<br /><br /><b>Lord, I Lift Your Name on High<br /></b><object height="255" width="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/godtube/resource/mediaplayer/5.3/player.swf"><param name="movie" value="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/godtube/resource/mediaplayer/5.3/player.swf"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="opaque"><param name="flashvars" value="file=http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/7GZPNNNX.file&image=http://www.godtube.com/resource/mediaplayer/7GZPNNNX.jpg&screencolor=000000&type=video&autostart=false&playonce=true&skin=http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/godtube/resource/mediaplayer/skin/carbon/carbon.zip&logo.file=http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/godtube/theme/default/media/embed-logo.png&logo.link=http://www.godtube.com/watch/%3Fv%3D7GZPNNNX&logo.position=top-left&logo.hide=false&controlbar.position=over"></object>Morgshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05237037825867427806noreply@blogger.com2