tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307119272024-03-07T00:37:02.294-05:00At Whit's End.Coming to the end of myself, and realizing it's a good place to start.Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-61211832842979899162010-10-23T23:13:00.001-04:002010-10-23T23:13:43.852-04:00At Whit's End is at the end...To the masses, the hoards, the insane amount of readership this humble little blog has received since it was started 5 long years ago... (yes, you, Lisa and Jonny...)
It is time to say farewell for now. I know, I know, you are crushed...despairing...contemplating what there is left to live for, and yet, there is hope yet. I do not feel my relationship with blogging is finished forever, but, in Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-13106800481516620372010-10-17T00:59:00.000-04:002010-10-17T00:59:13.960-04:00I want this bike in a bad way...Yeah, I know...I haven't blogged in a long while. Mainly because my laptop died and life is crazy. But, here's the deal, I have wanted one of these Madsen bikes for a REALLY long time, and linking to their page enters me into a contest to win one, so...
Shameless, isn't it? ;)Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-54626281833128307172010-06-16T23:47:00.000-04:002010-06-16T23:47:17.424-04:00Bedtime Conversations
Tonight as I was putting the boys to bed, we started talking about Jesus. Kaden asked how come we can't see Him. I said we will someday. Kaden said we went to the "Jesus Loves You Party" (my mom's church's Halloween alternative party we go to every year), but he didn't even see Jesus there. I told Him one day soon, we'll see Jesus in the clouds and go live with Him forever.
Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-66315164209573946162010-06-15T23:38:00.001-04:002010-06-16T21:41:13.525-04:00I'm Sorry.So...I've been a little mopey lately. I'm sorry. I just read several of my posts, and...I even depressed myself a little. I'm hoping I don't have that effect on you too. It's time to cheer up. So, things aren't exactly perfect right now. So, I'm still not pregnant, still waiting on this house, still struggling financially...so what? Paul said he had learned in whatever state he was in, therein toWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-54356695219261239802010-06-14T02:00:00.000-04:002010-06-14T02:00:31.206-04:00No Rest for the Weary...After my last post, I had hoped to be able to blog about restful sleep and leisure time. Apparently there is no rest for the weary. Last night was one of the longest of my LIFE. So, here's the breakdown:
2:00am: Kaden comes into my bed, coughing ferosciously, and gasping for air between crying and coughing. I cannot get him to calm down. I blow in his face to get him to stop for a second soWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-3674851761042933572010-06-13T00:33:00.001-04:002010-06-14T02:01:21.233-04:00...to say the least.Today was crazy to say the least. Well, it actually started last night. Mr. Stoutimore is in Missouri running a marathon and visiting his Dad. My sister Meghan spent the night last night so she could come see the boys' last soccer games this morning.
She was sick to say the least. She was hacking-up-a-lung kind of sick. And so we all had a rough night of sleep. And because my bed is extra firm Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-21878876522983600192010-05-21T01:00:00.000-04:002010-05-21T01:00:39.133-04:00Just another day...Today I found a snake in my laundry room/garage. A big one. I called Mr. Stoutimore at work to yell at him for not being home to catch it. I've been battling cockroaches and lizards all week, but snakes are where I draw the line. When he got home, he and the boys ravaged the garage, but to no avail. I have declared a state of emergency and a full-on laundry strike until the Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-33453404429848869882010-05-19T03:15:00.002-04:002010-05-19T16:19:50.033-04:00I Married my Hero.I think about it often. I don't say it enough. I married my hero.
Not only is he hot and sexy, not only is he the kind of man who ALWAYS does the dishes, and WANTS to give the kids a bath and read them stories and say prayers with them and scratch backs and sing them to sleep...
Not only does he work 4 jobs and go to school, and take the boys to soccer practice, and put gas in my car, and Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-71951999799930456902010-05-14T22:06:00.002-04:002010-05-14T22:14:17.662-04:00Burger King...of Kings?Whew! Zack finally got paid! Time to stop selling our stuff on Craig's List so we can afford groceries. And even though I'm grateful to be able to do it, grocery shopping is one of my all-time LEAST favorite things to do with my kids. Seriously. ALWAYS ends in catastrophies of Biblical proportions. Today, feeling incredibly wealthy with my $11 in spending money, and stoked about the fact Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-8185964944979746612010-05-12T23:10:00.000-04:002010-05-12T23:10:06.083-04:00How He Loves.This story and this song move me in so many ways. I can't help but cry (surprise) when I hear it. I'm so glad God wasn't afraid to get His hands dirty when He sent His beloved Son to earth so He could hang naked on a cross and take all that is grotesque and embarrassing and shameful and dirty in humanity onto himself...better yet, He BECAME those things for us. I love a good love story. Ours is Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-39807980422026309092010-05-12T01:25:00.000-04:002010-05-12T01:25:34.182-04:00Laundry Piles and Hope.As I write this, I am surrounded by piles upon piles of laundry. Some folded, some not. My house is sort-of a wreck actually. I've felt incredibly unmotivated lately, and today was not my day for changing that. It began at 7am with Kaden crying and yelling his head off that he didn't want Zack to leave for work. Zack was trying to console him while trying not to completely wake me up while Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-48039928740315623272010-05-11T17:53:00.000-04:002010-05-11T17:53:02.496-04:00So Much for Reinvention.Writing ones thoughts and feelings feels like somewhat of a personal thing...at least for me. I've been thinking of starting a new blog where I could post anonymously. That is, people I know wouldn't necessarily be following me. Well, after a couple of hours of trying to come up with a name for my new blog...one that isn't already being used...I've come to one conclusion: there are an insane Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-50806029360643983522010-01-09T11:27:00.000-05:002010-01-09T11:27:05.688-05:00ChangesWow. I haven't blogged in oh so long. Thanks, Ruthy, for commenting and reminding me I still HAVE a blog :). I've been thinking of revamping the layout and format (attempting to), so...more to come soon! :DWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-34056418558040797742009-09-24T10:11:00.004-04:002009-09-24T10:32:18.554-04:00Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...beautiful boys. My sweet babies are getting so big. Today Kaden brought me a blanket and said we had to hide from the bad guys so they don't shoot us. Maybe no more video games with Daddy for a while. I want them to stay innocent and sweet and fearless forever. Allen's been doing this fun thing where he listens to our conversations and brings them up to other people. Yesterday in speech (I watch from behind theWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-43388744921478834542009-09-21T22:36:00.004-04:002009-09-24T10:47:54.311-04:00ReinventorI'm thinking of reinventing myself. Does that sound pretentious? It is...well, not entirely. I stumbled across a blog today that caught me off-guard, and has started me thinking about who I am and who I want to be.Younger Whitney didn't picture 28-year-old Whitney where I am now. That's because I never thought about who I'd be at 28 years old. At best guess, I would have said I'd be married, haveWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-87534049489093015612009-09-18T00:35:00.008-04:002009-09-18T09:19:11.573-04:00Textured ControlWhat I wouldn't give for sharper pencils, no eraserAnd for the little pieces to fall magically in placeSo I don't cut off edges with what's broken from my heartAnd press them in and work them out at a shaky-handed pace.What I wouldn't give for all my questions to be swallowedBy a fuzzy, knotty sweatshirt with a mustard stain on frontAnd I'd never reason out of all it's warmth and objectivityAnd Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-11561416848226929062009-07-01T02:14:00.005-04:002009-07-17T01:23:32.955-04:00Forget-Me-NotRemember Dory from Finding Nemo? She had short-term memory loss, which affected everything she did. If you're like me, watching that movie, you really started to feel for Dory...especially because you understood her pain to a certain degree. I've had a bad memory for as long as I can remember...=) Well, I guess it's not terrible...just sort-of selective. Like, I will literally tune people out Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-9618980268580295362009-06-04T12:03:00.002-04:002009-06-04T12:08:25.853-04:00Great is Thy FaithfulnessZack and I led worship at church last week. We decided to sing the old hymn "Great Is Thy Faithfulness." And I could not even get the words out. I just stood there on stage, bawling like a baby. The words hit me so hard, and all I could do was think of my 2 little boys, and what a miracle they are to us."Great is Thy faithfulness, oh God, my Father.There is no shadow of turning with Thee.Thou Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-29349737357733147942009-06-04T11:02:00.004-04:002009-06-04T12:28:37.956-04:00Summer of Change...and UncertaintyI've found myself saying it a lot over the past several months: "Once summer's here..."Like, "Once summer's here, the adoption will be final," or "Once the summer's here, daddy will be home all day," or "We're moving this summer," "We'll go see Mickey Mouse this summer," "We'll find out if we can get the house this summer," and lately, "Hopefully I'll get my job back this summer."There are so Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-91706808605357717872009-05-13T00:03:00.002-04:002009-05-13T00:25:01.225-04:00Writer's BlogSo, every once in a while, I write a new post. It doesn't happen all that often anymore. A lot of times it's because I don't have time, but mostly it's because I haven't felt inspired in a while. Now, don't get me wrong, most of what I've written here on this blog wasn't birthed out of inspiration, but rather out of the guilt I feel when I hear my freshman creative writing teacher, Mrs. Saiid's Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-5040993752554197742009-03-20T13:54:00.004-04:002009-09-24T10:45:12.024-04:00One Life to Love...There's a song that plays on Christian radio right now...I don't even know who sings it. There are a handful of songs I wish I'd written. This is one of those songs. Usually I'm pretty critical of the cliche lyrics and overdone, generic melodies and hooks that run rampant on country music stations. I have no doubt it will be redone as a country song b/c it's a typical cookie-cutter country-style Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-1672770464426476852009-02-20T00:48:00.007-05:002009-03-10T01:50:54.347-04:00A Walk Down the AisleI walked down the soda aisle, trying to decide whether to buy diet or regular. It had become pretty much a daily routine for me, deciding between what I wanted and what I needed. I reached for a cherry Pepsi. I didn't mean to overhear them, but the second I did, it was too late."You told me it didn't matter to you, and now you're saying... Just like that?"I would have mistaken it for a quiet Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-55516359750525254302009-02-03T15:19:00.002-05:002009-02-03T15:22:39.740-05:00I wrote this commercial!! =)Hey everybody...I wanted to share the commercial for All-Star Cheer Squad with everyone who hasn't seen it yet. I wrote the voice-over (the part the female announcer is saying). My first published writing! Yay! I think this commercial's kinda cute. Anyway, I freak out every time it comes on TV...=) Hope you enjoy it!Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-20622078177416803852009-01-22T22:06:00.005-05:002009-01-23T00:50:30.629-05:00Me and My BoysOh dear, it's been such a long, long time since I've blogged...I barely have time to wash my hair anymore, much less blog about life. But I miss it. I love to write. God has truly blessed me with an amazing job where I get paid to write creatively. The only downside is how hectic it is, and how I have to be away from my boys some days because of it. But I know how truly blessed I am. Zack and I Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711927.post-10977280466326777242009-01-15T16:33:00.004-05:002009-01-15T16:42:11.442-05:00Partial-Birth Abortion Video--Please Watch!I know I haven't blogged in a while...well, I have 2 little boys now and a job that's gotten pretty crazy, so... Anyway, try as I may, I can't turn my heart from this issue of abortion, especially with our newly-elected president being pro-abortion. Please watch this video. It made me cry, and feel nauseous, but it's so very clear: you can argue with words all you want. No one could watch this Whitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02564444740784299280noreply@blogger.com1