tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341685172024-03-06T23:46:27.800-08:00Mel's blogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-51853840571401161952014-05-20T08:08:00.002-07:002014-05-20T08:08:54.187-07:00The Great Escape<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the past few years, on particularly tough parenting days (you know, <i>those</i>
days... like when you cleaned human excrement off of everyone and it
seemed like your kids started melting down before they even woke up), I
used to imagine myself meeting Brad at the front door as he arrived
home from work. Only I didn't greet him at the door with a kiss and
sparkling clean babies and invite him to sit down to a hot, multi-course
dinner. I had my running shoes on and I sprinted past him as fast as I
could and was already down the street before anyone could protest. And
I would RUN. Fast. But here's the thing: I do love to run, but in
this imaginary escape it wasn't the running that I was seeking to soothe
my raw emotions and distance me from the feelings of confinement and
stress. It was the running <i>away</i>. Don't you ever just want to <i>run away</i>?
The present moment seems too hard, too loud, too mundane, too painful,
whatever, and your brain starts to whisper, "We've got to get out of
here..." And we do. Maybe not physically running away, but we <i>mentally</i> run away all the time. One of the ways we escape without even realizing it is to enter a state of being "lost in thought." <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxcS6gmUoi7ZLgFulGvNR1FpJ-W_Uoub8sqYIqcuiT643iM-U-c-ujP8O8psxZGziB_nSe_h5tGfEuP84D6QJYu8hoHA0ZwFSDo7netZE6aXY4jh6pPPv2IbHIhPXKMJSbOX7Mg/s1600/Mel+Twin+Cities+Marathon+%282%29.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>How much of your day do you spend thinking about things OTHER than what is happening in your immediate surroundings in the here and now? Your mind circles or flips through mental pages at random... you dwell on distractions, stresses, possibilities, imagining things that "could be," thinking about other people or worrying... and then worrying some more. Or maybe thinking about something completely pointless like the dream you had three weeks ago or that strange man you saw sitting under that tree at the park. The cycle of being lost in thought may not take you to bad destinations, but it certainly extracts you from the present moment... and then you miss it. <br />
There was a study a few years ago conducted by Harvard psychologists that assessed the correlation between a "wandering mind" and happiness. And guess what they discovered? There seems to be a strong connection. "People spend 46.9 percent of their waking hours thinking about something
other than what they’re doing, and this mind-wandering typically makes
them unhappy."* They conclude that how often your mind wanders is more of an indicator of happiness than the actual activities you are doing. I don't know the mechanism or habits by which we train ourselves to let our minds wander... so much of that creativity and exploration in thought is good... but it's the "escape" component that I think can become detrimental. If you are "lost in thought" you are just that: lost. There is no productivity, no memory-making, no engaging with others or the world around you, no growth, no <i>movement</i>. You are just lost. This could become a colossal waste of time- 47 percent of your waking hours?!<br />
Focusing your thoughts and all the potential you have along with all the potential of each moment is powerful, isn't it? When you can turn and look into someone's eyes and be fully present in that moment, isn't that a gift to the other person? I've been practicing- I need it. I can spend unlimited amounts of time thinking about things other than what's right in front of me because it is an escape... an easy, accessible, effective escape from things that aren't very interesting to me or are stressful. (My iPhone is another adequate escape, but that's another story.) My prayer this week has been for the Holy Spirit to guide my thoughts... to be fully present and focused in those divine moments with my children, and to limit my wandering thoughts and replacing them with <i>wonder </i>at the immediate things God is doing right now... here. With the ability to quiet my wandering mind I hope to gain more depth from studying Scripture and a better ability to listen to God's voice in my life...and to actively explore present moments for their potential. I can imagine Jesus watching the distracted thoughts coursing around my mind and, just like calming the sea, He says, "Peace, be still."<br />
So here's a little "present moment" beauty:<br />
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This girl... she brings our family so much joy. Annie thinks Grady is the most hilarious thing on the planet and she can light up a room with her smile. She finds extreme pleasure in finding some tiny object, sticking it in her mouth, then walking up to me with a mischievous grin and shaking her head "no" as if to mock me. She already knows how to get a laugh and seems to take great pride in her sense of humor. She is the worst sleeper EVER, but by far the most affectionate of our little ones. She wraps her arms tightly around you and gives full, strong, lingering hugs complete with a squeeze and an "Mmmm." (Yeah, try and resist <i>that</i>. Not. A. Chance.) These are precious moments, indeed. Thank you, Father.<br />
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*http://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2010/11/wandering-mind-not-a-happy-mind/Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-40755207594326705982013-11-14T09:20:00.000-08:002013-11-14T09:20:54.776-08:0010,000 ReasonsI've had the song 10,000 Reasons resurfacing periodically in my soul over the last couple years- somewhere between the competing daily renditions around me of Old McDonald, Jake and the Neverland Pirates, and my two-year old's latest a cappella version of the musical score from Star Wars. I hear it quietly at first... and then it builds to full volume somewhere in the back of my brain and as I hear the words, I blink and refocus at my surroundings. It kind of reminds me of the scene from The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy suddenly steps out of the house after the storm and her world is transformed from black and white into full color.<br />
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We all know that every day there are 10,000 reasons to be stressed, afraid, angry, and downright cynical with life. During this morning's rush to get three little people and myself out the door it seemed like every zipper got stuck, every shoe was missing, every ounce of compliance to obey disappeared, and in our triumphant moment of arriving at school only <i>slightly </i>late- the baby has a blow-out diaper on cue in the parking lot and we discover the box of wipes is empty. In the short time between first opening my eyes this morning and now, I feel as though I've already had a million moments of repetitive frustration.<br />
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But then quietly I hear it, "Dear one, how very much you need my grace! And I have more than enough... " Seriously, people... just like that. Grace. And that's only ONE of the 10,000 reasons we could come up with just <i>today. </i>So in the chaos of the day, in whatever stresses or fears are distracting my focus from the Lord, I blink away the colorless pit (where <i>I put myself</i>, by the way) and the explosion of joyous color almost knocks me over. Look! I have warm food to eat. Look! I have a cozy home full of more than I could possibly need. Look! I have these beautiful little people with sticky fingers and stuck zippers hanging on my leg and they are incredible. <br />
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So when you see me...rushing because I'm late...with my unwashed hair, my kids in mismatched socks and crumbs on their cheeks, know that my smile is genuine as we are celebrating our victories and praising God for our blessings instead of focusing on the things that aren't going so great today. We keep doing our best and sometimes that looks like complete chaos, other times it looks a little more "put together," but it's always perfect because Jesus is perfect and He is the one we are chasing after with all our hearts. <br />
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"The men were amazed and asked, "What kind of man is this? Even the winds obey him!"<br />
Matthew 8:27<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-61196410350488645582013-04-12T11:57:00.000-07:002013-04-12T11:57:34.225-07:00The Blog is Reborn... (Because This Occasion is Worth it!)The thawing of winter (or that one cold day we had in December, anyway), always makes me think of new life and rebirth. We are in a season of new life as a family as we are expecting our third child this summer and I just left my job of eleven (<i>eleven</i>!) years. While our world is opening up to brand new opportunities and transitions at every turn, "newness" is always an interesting experience for me. It's in those days when I feel most unprepared- yet so overwhelmingly blessed to have even another day, let alone a whole new season of life to live.<br />
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Eleven years seems like only moments in a way- after graduating college, a lot of my peers embarked on grand adventures around the world or early little families with bouncing babies. I rolled right out of college into the first and only job I've ever had- at The Hills Church of Christ where Chris Hatchett hired me with very little knowledge of who I was... and I spent eleven years working as a youth minister there. <br />
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I can't imagine a better way I could have spent that decade (+). The innumerable ways God blessed me through that ministry have shaped my heart and my life in a way I could have never dreamed. I not only fell in love with a generation of students and families, but also fell more in love with the Lord and the way that He works in his children.<br />
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It has been an incredible honor to serve at the Hills, to be associated in any way with a family of faith that loves so effortlessly and listening so wholeheartedly to the Spirit. The staff and the shepherds can make me weep in an instant with their sincerity and dedication to God and His people- and I can't believe I got to witness the beauty of those hearts in action for so many years.<br />
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To the hundreds of students, staff, families, mentors, and volunteers: thank you for loving me, for humbly following my lead even when I clearly had no idea what I was doing, for trusting me to listen to your heartaches, and for letting me work along side you in the often messy, tough business of ministry. It's been an amazing journey and I can't wait to see what's next.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-14593554601292512972010-09-09T11:45:00.001-07:002010-09-09T12:03:49.816-07:00Wow. It's been a YEAR.Maybe it's the hope of Fall in the air, but I feel the energy to reflect and write more- I had pretty much forgotten about this blog until today. Poor thing.<br /><br />So... some quick updates and some pictures to come soon.<br /><br />1. I am 17 weeks pregnant! I feel great now, but I can't believe I survived my miserable first trimester. It was brutal. (I had no idea pregnancy could do that a woman. ) We find out in 2 weeks if we're having a little brother or little sister! That's my favorite OB appointment and I can't wait. :)<br /><br />2. Grady Cole will be 2 in October and he is something else. He is creative and hilarious and has a MIND OF HIS OWN. He talks like a little adult which adds to his cuteness but also to my daily frustration when he can specifiy, "No, mama. I don't want to see THAT construction equipment. I want to the see the mini excavator and yellow backhoe." He keeps us laughing, though. Some of my favorite moments are when he sings songs to himself, has "dance-offs" with Brad, reads me books he has memorized, and says, "I love you, Mama," and blows me a kiss across the room.<br /><br />3. We are moving... maybe. We put our house on the market yesterday and have a contingincy offer on another close by. A little more space, a killer interest rate (4.25!!), and the timing for baby #2 make for a good window to try. If we sell before closing date, hooray. If not, we'll probably stay put. 1100 sq. feet is tight, but we like our current location. Let's just hope I can survive having a house on the market with a toddler in the mix. Yikes.<br /><br />4. Brad is finishing up his current project in Southlake and will soon be starting another one. In Frisco. I am not so happy about the super-long commute (on top of 12-hour work days) when I'll have 2 kiddos all to myself from 5:30 a.m. to 7:30 p.m., but the "glass half-full" view is that it's only a 14-month project. Sigh.... I miss him like crazy when he's gone. :(<br /><br />More to come! No, really....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-61032966614158574872009-09-17T11:27:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:59:24.701-07:00The Finish Line<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzAJh7Wh8xGshrGyZe3uz8R48cVn0LACPUH-YPL0ZGjFdjX3y4iYTIuuXHtBdIurIDtlaf8FhDW6GZzmfBNeHqUrozEnu6Yq-fkdudj5TaFuRmlq3GGM0i3Zl30Nkd9SR9rDePg/s1600-h/Tyler+half+07+group.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382526563668984610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzAJh7Wh8xGshrGyZe3uz8R48cVn0LACPUH-YPL0ZGjFdjX3y4iYTIuuXHtBdIurIDtlaf8FhDW6GZzmfBNeHqUrozEnu6Yq-fkdudj5TaFuRmlq3GGM0i3Zl30Nkd9SR9rDePg/s320/Tyler+half+07+group.JPG" border="0" /></a> 2007 Tyler Half Marathon <div><br /><div><br /><div>Sometimes I think of life in terms of a race. As a distance runner, I understand the importance of training, of ingesting just the right things to keep you strong, and the <em>desperate</em> need to have fans cheering you on when that hill in front of you threatens to beat you once and for all. I like the challenge of having a big, intimidating, "seems impossible" goal, because in the middle of a tough run, I find that spiritual moment where I know how weak and insignificant I really am. And when I'm at the end of my rope... at the end of "me"... I find there is always more. That surprise, that realization that you are capable of <em>more</em> than you think, tells me a lot about how small our perception of God is. If we really KNEW just how big He was, if we really KNEW just how much more we could do on this earth, if we really KNEW how much more potential He has placed in each of us- then we would get off our rears and be challenged to make a change. (Disclaimer: the previous words are being influenced by my current reading of Crazy Love- talk about <em>uncomfortable</em>... I am squirming just THINKING about Chan's chapter on lukewarm Christianity.)<br /></div><div>So- the main reason I run (really far distances) is that it teaches me something and I like the challenge of conquering something seemingly impossible. And here's why I am EXCITED about the "finish line" in a couple months.</div><br /><br /><div><strong>Summer, 2003</strong>: I decide I am going to run a marathon. I form a training group, pick a race, and talk a bunch of other people into my crazy idea. (I also meet Brad in this training group and we get to know each other through those grueling 6 a.m. long runs.)<br /></div><div><strong>November, 2003:</strong> Three weeks before the race, I get injured at the 20-mile mark and can't run the marathon (coincidentally, so does Brad with the same injury.... ahhh... kind of like sympathy pains?) I was pretty bummed after all those months of preparation.<br /></div><div><strong>Fall, 2004</strong>: Attempt #2 for the marathon, get another injury during training at the 15-mile mark. Grr.</div><br /><div><strong>Spring, 2005</strong>: After a new-found love for adventure racing has taken over, decide to train for the marathon a third time. Get another injury over half-way in to training and can't make it. </div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382526261764446210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvduwpR06p3cTujp39bdGu07cJ_gxuqutq-6ujeuxn70tqR_WnUBVTV4Rby8Rcs6PWRutQC69vRaRlWvbudPdhlOVviYr4cz_fhXDZFoel549QE3oghjwPOAmu2Pw6PAFRI_I-2g/s320/Tyler+race+2-+mid-race.JPG" border="0" /> 2006 Tyler 12-hour Adventure Race<br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Winter, 2007</strong>: Decide I want to, ONCE AND FOR ALL, meet my goal and run that marathon. Brad and I decide to run the Cape Cod Marathon for our 30th birthdays in October of 2008. Instead, (surprise change of plans!) I delivered Grady at the same time we would have been crossing that finish line (let me insert, here, that 30 hours of labor is a different kind of marathon, so I didn't miss out on that "challenge" aspect of the weekend. But what an <em>adorable</em> result!)<br /></div><div><strong>Present Day</strong>: Aren't you excited for us after reading my dramatic journey up to this point?! Ha- not sure anyone will <em>ever</em> read this. (I haven't blogged in like 6 months?) We are just 2 months away from FINALLY crossing that finish line when we run the San Antonio Rock-n-Roll marathon in November. I've changed my training approach (translation: I run a LOT less) and am so far injury-free... hang in there, little IT band!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>So, if you hear the shouts of triumph all the way from San Antonio as we hobble across that finish line on November 15th, know that it's been a process over many years to finish this race (if we actually make it this time!) ... and be encouraged that just like the set backs in running, you are <em>gauranteed</em> to have ups and downs in your life. But you are also <em>gauranteed</em> to finish the race- and you aren't alone on the journey. With fans cheering you on and a heavenly Father that scoops you up when you fall, keep trudging along. There is going to be one MAJOR post-race celebration on the day we all get together at the ultimate finish- I hope there will be Chick-fil-a chicken biscuits there. :)<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382525857037857106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXYFjXZBdHtaA9_qV2xfYNoReD_Wmh6NTp9kOhUvTi_rJtyO2iFj9y0vMenaiQ-IUsHw2MNctAMYe135IlCjlhqmfTjwB0tOl7kXuTa-w952KT76ltAOewxuFjZ5SlH1CYisq4g/s320/Tyler+half+group.JPG" border="0" /></div></div> 2009 Oklahom City Half Marathon</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-61612491029899692462009-01-30T10:36:00.000-08:002009-02-11T12:18:26.383-08:00This and That<div>Man, I am a terrible blogger. I'm good at plenty of other things, though. Like eating cookies... yeah, I am pretty much the best at that- I'll throw down a challenge any time. I think I'll spend some time this next month adding posts: "Things I never blogged about." Like wedding pictures (Yes, that was more than a year ago, but we just got them a few weeks ago.... don't get me started) and the rest of our Europe trip last April... oh, and the incredible first few months of my son's life... in no certain order. :)</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>It's been a really fun transition into a family of three with Grady's arrival in our lives. The hardest transition of my life so far, but still wonderful. Being a parent is HARD- and I only have one child! I constantly marvel at the amazing parents around me and have found a new sense of gratitude for my own parents... you learn a lot in just a few months. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grady is such a delight. We are always laughing with him- I had no idea 3-month-olds could have so much personality! He seems intent on being the center of attention and is very good at being LOUD. Is that a boy thing?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297161205195275666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwXxQzVFY43UcL1cS1TSAbkh_HDTdGfYpdZufQxUaWgDCUYCsyWaaouo2RlOISomuViM7lex6Ft3kFcQ2_apWsIKnPKl__ka6hWWM6Qp0NP2Sd6VQcpJfh4RNQGLMERJpBsI44w/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p>And here are just few random items about what's been happening in this crazy life of mine:</p><br /><p>1. We are headed towards another half-marathon in a couple months. I kind of wish we could do the full, but it's hard enough to log any miles at all with a new baby.... he can't run quite fast enough yet to keep up.</p><br /><p>2. I am figuring out this part-time work thing- it's tricky, but I am SO thankful to still be in ministry... such a blessing that it worked out for us!</p><p>3. I successfully fed our family for 11 days on 20 bucks. I didn't exactly need to, it was just to see if I could- and I made the rule all food had to be good (no Ramen noodles... not that those aren't good, it just would have been an un-nutritious cop-out.) The challenge was a success, but I spent so much time in the kitchen I decided it was worth taking some more expensive short cuts to balance the whole cost/time issue... it was fun being creative, though. (Disclaimer: I did use some frozen items from the freezer and spent exactly $19.99 on top of that.) Also, I don't know that I'll ever go back to store-bought bread... making it is so easy and it tastes tons better.</p><p>4. Brad and I got a Wii and I haven't laughed so hard in a LOOONG time as I did watching Brad hoola hoop on the wii fit. Hilarious. You gotta come over and see. </p><p>5. I read a book that I thought would give me ideas on how to cook different kinds of healthy grains in lots of recipes... instead it depressed me since the whole first part of the book describes how the meat industry is basically killing the planet... I'd much rather be an uninformed, mindless comsumer who contributes to the problem. </p><p>6. I left Grady overnight for the first time last weekend! Brad did amazing and he described the experience to be a lot like a 24-hour adventure race. I assured him that I totally believed him. </p><p> </p><p>More to come... hopefully sooner than 3 months...</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-19024139985648924942008-12-08T11:45:00.000-08:002008-12-09T09:23:29.167-08:00One YearSo much can happen in one short year! Brad and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary this weekend and we can not believe how the last twelve months have just flown by. It has been an amazing year and I couldn't be happier than I am every moment I get to spend with Brad. I fall more in love with him every day. What a great adventure. <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277840370590324530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVsqRJdhSK-ibIjad9iBNX2tXLQjUroK4MRrvm-FfM2sZQD__MfTtadQSmEbij2ej_MDqbc8Aw9EynfltM1OhhujEzxLBZUt7L4KoM42JjJfrSyt88USEHCIhX0Rgrl2b7zHVww/s320/Mel+and+Brad+Col+climb.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277840820416675602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARk78VpAn1EdNyH1EyTE5KMCb_irElEPO1Rzwqpx8RO0yAGRnf2OUHfdnpqjVIQi4BDHH1vrQXBH5_xVy4IErADLj3kt_kauADQtNIgr6YMsPQb3Ndn2O51lVSKV3Z4dZQzQpHQ/s320/sitting+on+beach-+b+and+w.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>As we celebrated our first year of marriage, we laughed and laughed about God's sweet timing and the way He can bless us in such unexpected ways. We would have never believed that we would have a 7-week-old on our first anniversary (we had to get a babysitter- thank you, Aunt Suzanna!!) and would you believe we had baby pictures BEFORE our wedding pictures? Life is pretty amazing... and wonderfully unpredicatable sometimes. (We have also been nervously laughed about what surprises next year may hold!) </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-91459123718290269852008-11-07T12:10:00.000-08:002008-12-04T13:24:34.225-08:00Grady's Birth Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHpoiA1H_w8NmsTWY_x7nX2jlWMjQQ5Ej56HZm4fETzaZ8vIdtXJ_F8eov_Ru7mchKAZVmTNKW3knu0szpc1woUEM89vlaQSncH2BVNRzCBROjS1Si_ddOk_YoCbrbGyo6mcOxQ/s1600-h/Grady+and+mom+meet+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266027257138102098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHpoiA1H_w8NmsTWY_x7nX2jlWMjQQ5Ej56HZm4fETzaZ8vIdtXJ_F8eov_Ru7mchKAZVmTNKW3knu0szpc1woUEM89vlaQSncH2BVNRzCBROjS1Si_ddOk_YoCbrbGyo6mcOxQ/s320/Grady+and+mom+meet+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEVMMEI7tbaGR5A75sVuaoDAVPor6hsY7ccujEGvX1xZHKomYXj9SJ_Bl3SE-DbjXZNspL1GV9BanlOUEib06Y7NC04_TAIpFv1WEP7IwLm-_NOW4Y-zoDoETfl8E33f35tDlNQ/s1600-h/Grady+Cole+first+pic+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266025953082808162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEVMMEI7tbaGR5A75sVuaoDAVPor6hsY7ccujEGvX1xZHKomYXj9SJ_Bl3SE-DbjXZNspL1GV9BanlOUEib06Y7NC04_TAIpFv1WEP7IwLm-_NOW4Y-zoDoETfl8E33f35tDlNQ/s320/Grady+Cole+first+pic+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Okay... I know it's been six weeks, but here it is.. .finally. More to come!<br />Grady Cole was born on October 19th at 2:00 a.m. We could not be more thrilled. I began having "need to breathe through them" contractions on Friday night about 9 p.m. I stayed up all night pacing, breathing, and then finally getting ready to head to the hospital early Saturday morning when they were finally about 4 minutes apart for a couple hours. We were (thankfully!) admitted when they confirmed my water had broke (oops- I didn't even know) and I was SO relieved they didn't send me home because I was already exhausted.<br /><br />Then the fun began with more regular contractions, pitocin to speed things up after a few hours, and what seems like a blur of back rubs, monitors, and staff shift changes. I had great nurses- and since I was progressing slowly I had a lot of time to spend with them. Grady's heart rate dipped a little low a time or two, but I'll never forget sometime onSaturday evening when the doors opened and staff came rushing in. I was suddenly getting a shot to stop labor, being flipped over and having my belly rubbed- all eyes were on that monitor and I could see Grady's heart rate dropping off the graph. A few moments seemed like an eternity, but everything was okay after that and we were back at square one. Late Saturday evening we decided something was wrong after his heart rate dropped again with strong contractions, so the C-section was set in motion. I was terribly dissappointed, but so relieved knowing our baby would arrive safely after 20 plus hours of laboring.<br /><br />During the operation (it's now Sunday by this time) they confirmed that the cord was wrapped around his neck 3 times and that part of it was up by his head which explained his distress. I am so thankful for a capable hospital staff! God is so good.<br /><br />We are having a BLAST and learning so much- the pics above are from his first moments of life... more to come on the amazing moments of the past six weeks.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-79654984751845499752008-10-09T11:45:00.000-07:002008-10-14T13:24:23.821-07:00The Countdown...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJ0AonPTq3ADmyfb4Pg_HDSMQMaeHMASB_46o0NVAO3cKuF73ubI0gmrcJofJ_WEmLy5vwnDZ3EORFxzLjW0ixiPAjnai-DnclELb0rmSzk8pA_nAU6SEuiit1iGKPu-ISZNVuQ/s1600-h/five.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257105471198562898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJ0AonPTq3ADmyfb4Pg_HDSMQMaeHMASB_46o0NVAO3cKuF73ubI0gmrcJofJ_WEmLy5vwnDZ3EORFxzLjW0ixiPAjnai-DnclELb0rmSzk8pA_nAU6SEuiit1iGKPu-ISZNVuQ/s320/five.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We officially have FIVE days until the ETA for Baby H.... (who, by the way, FINALLY has a name!! "<em>Grady Cole Henderson.</em>" Good thing he wasn't early or his birth certificate might have said "Baby H.") If he doesn't make his grand debut by then, we have an induction scheduled for Wednesday morning the 22nd! </div><br /><br /><div>It STILL does not seem real that we'll be meeting this little blessing so soon and I still just don't feel "pregnant enough" to be that close to the end- I expected to feel pretty miserable by this point, but I feel so good I'm not in a hurry to evict this little guy! </div><br /><br /><div>So, in honor of the 5-day mark, here's my Top Five Memories looking back over the last 9 months...</div><br /><br /><div>1. Seeing that "plus" sign in the little window one random Tuesday morning in February. I can't believe I didn't pass out and I am even more amazed that I actually made it to work and managed to function at ALL that day.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>2. Telling Brad the news two days later on Valentine's Day. His face was priceless and I was shaking like a leaf. We celebrated by going to eat at Planet Burrito and I know our jaws were hanging open for most of the evening- Brad describes the whole evening as "kind of a blur."</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>3. The first ultrasound and the moment we saw the little life that was growing inside me. We were speechless when we saw the hearbeat and little fluttering kicks on the screen. We'll never forget the overwhelming sense of relief knowing that everything looked good and the baby was growing healthy.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>4. The second ultrasound and finding out we were having a boy! That was by far the most fun doctor's visit and we loved having our family there for the big "reveal!" I couldn't peel my eyes off the screen as the doctor looked closely and explained all the ways our baby was growing healthy and strong.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>5. The way God has blessed our marriage over these last 9 months. With only 11 months of marriage behind us, we have learned so much about each other and I can honestly say EVERY DAY has been better than the last. It has been so easy to love Brad and this pregnancy has showed us a great deal about priorities, God's sovereignty, and the unexpected in life.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div> *** We continue to pray for a safe delivery and for whatever it is that comes afterwards (something called <em>parenthood</em>, I believe?) We know our adventure is just beginning and as always appreciate the support and prayers from everyone! <br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-75082368080385612542008-09-23T12:10:00.000-07:002008-09-23T12:29:27.162-07:00Showered with blessing...I had a fabulous shower 2 weeks ago with my precious church family and friends. I don't have pics yet, but it was so such a special day and I felt so supported and loved... I don't know how people get by without a church community. <br /><br />Last weekend I had another shower... this one was unique because it was back home where I grew up. I was really blessed- it means so much to be honored by people who were such a significant part of my childhood.<br /><br />My sweet sister-in-law, Suzanna, brought this beautiful cake! My other sister-in-law, Lauren, and my sister, Mollie, made some <em>incredible</em> nametags and decorations. How CUTE are they?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249297471302470402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Nn4QHGpnQK_9hki-DV4l9qrDK_2MGLIfdo-cOd7eeR-3edeQ6z37TjsnQmqIm5vuPUwsFwmJj8uQ5UogZROG1Myg5-g-yAOgAXDjvIr2o_PSen67C0hm8mZyIe9HqGH5RoZibQ/s320/belton+baby+shower+cake.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249297394484677202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYcorzmRLi7xoUKtauGojSAAM8HIUyGhwual4IXgexbvOxwdvkwutPbQ4T8WI7Zm_IkDbJ9ouyGRpl28Pg-fIfoRedfvbFoNwJBzkZLyvGJC9h6ijjiDPlmbivimlmTNe7VG0_g/s320/belton+baby+shower+cute+sign.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249297266849754226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5kmO226pfnxGF-gBOJlKVJQ-AU-wg5GNVBECahLfHnJNtV_VuBD6I2QW-F7Chw-apGEg9d6GVkXdC2NLSHA6vQId7lJMGWoJjrcA6irRDrA1wFixv0jUMMT460Vd0929FkDCmg/s320/Belton+baby+shower+name+tag.jpg" border="0" /><br />Jaime asked for some maternity photos- this is the best belly shot I have from the shower (can you believe we hadn't taken any yet?) And please note the stain on my shirt- that happens a lot these days since my stomach bumps into things... the little fingers which belong to my adorable niece on the couch may have had something to do with it, too (I'm squishing her, by the way, which is easy to do right now, let me tell you! She was laughing, though, I promise.)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249297111613398098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvorOfut0szA8oJT9x-wB8UWUU4QQvMUrzWXpDfpxA2W4FRLIGaWSJYmQWCN7BYSf31ZV_HVWSaNP31899g38yt5ZBR4-NHht2HUCXIgxORqr36Wbxk4kamcHzgU7JMe7F-HKQA/s320/Belton+baby+shower+mel+and+kayden.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-78474119406273716642008-09-18T09:05:00.000-07:002008-09-18T09:19:33.175-07:00Scary Milk!!I had a moment yesterday.... I bought a carton of milk and as I was putting it in the fridge I noticed something VERY frightening on the box. This milk will not expire until AFTER my due date!! Yikes! How crazy is that? Ok, so it IS the organic kind with a crazy long shelf life (for milk, anyway) but STILL... the fact there is a perishable food item in my refrigerator that could outlive my pregnancy gives me little fits of panic.<br /><br />People keep asking me if I am "so ready for the pregnancy to be over." My answer is a definite NO. I feel pretty wonderful most of the time and I am thrilled to still have a few more weeks to prepare. Baby H can just stay in there as long as he wants... well, within reason. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247396384242186642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlQsFkeWXqMoqeWMXSqD3wrqlD9En-6nYz9xZVpd3MyGYyRcQFmIi3uwbaYUkF3usj4wrmxUaKs4PlJQA_h7kLDJIaMFQ1ia-pV7tZLa1JKYLJ1XjyPY2YjwRkDLJUv4iIfdngA/s320/horizon+milk.jpg" border="0" /><br />Now everytime I open the fridge the milk is staring at me... like it knows...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-27164244531204334952008-09-02T12:32:00.000-07:002008-09-02T13:36:47.149-07:00Lost Pines ResortWhat a great, long weekend. It was the perfect recipe for a memorable get-away: family, amazing food, lounging, sleeping late, gorgeous scenery... <div><div><br /><div>The resort was beautiful. <br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241514711516935090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsoRiH4h-E0FP-R8oL0d9wIAo_EiYRL9um_yYExQ6-7Mulf1TR3aRTIO9A5uSyd0I1iZJ-Y6b2a6gkfEpLpgS8DNweYZNSURqBjUksYMHN1gkczOfcgJqdp0I5xiVyxNt5juvE5g/s320/lost+pines+1.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>We laid around the pool, made s'mores in the evenings at the fire pit, and just enjoyed the lazy pace and being together. A GREAT way to celebrate. We finished off the mini-vacation with a trip to downtown Austin where we stayed in a hotel and and met my family for a fabulous meal at The Melting Pot. I actually had to run to the bathroom at one point because I was laughing so hard that a dangerous level of pressure was put on my poor cramped bladder (thanks for that, Baby H.)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241524639011439298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREwOjw84Prudg8_NR9QtLqNxdmFhgxxWnYPzq-pMHzyX6swFCdhv9H9hxg0HKgrBsfVjlAoOLYhuefO2mbAwRH457a0rjEAXfKNRExVYy506_NCFum2T_qazZEgHISX2r6SCRHg/s320/melting+pot.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>We even had a celebrity sighting in our Austin hotel... apparently this guy ran the Nike 10K Human Race and was chatting with his friends and new baby in the lobby. (That's Matthew M*Conaughey in case you're a little slow like me... Brad had to tell me twice that he was standing there... but I think Brad's main focus was how much he hated his shirt).</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241517209189487714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6Q5ldUNe-SN64Dp9g27E6rb0e6tMoWDwj62frZxQOV7B0xNkvQzZHTobgUt0YgGshJIA6AFLqvfsFu3yRp3RK_zbJ6WhK9vpy25KRO9Bm9Ihnr5xM2-WsNKrauqrtm-OxYXdvQ/s320/matthew_mcconaughey320.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p>I hope everyone had a great Labor Day! Ours was the best yet... </p><p> </p><p> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-12626029732721710182008-08-25T12:38:00.000-07:002008-08-26T11:30:33.838-07:00Relaxation and Celebrations...Well, I am pretty much loving August of 2008. Things have slowed down a little with the end of summer (just for a couple weeks, but I'll take it!) I've actually had a couple weekends HOME to clean up around the house and lounge with my adorable husband watching random TV entertainment and just being silly. I read a whole book in two days, made cookies, and beamed at my very short to-do list. I am hesistant to flip the page in my planner (I know the shift of busier days is ahead with September), but I hope I don't forget to intentionally plan for a little relaxation among all the "to-do's." It's good for the soul, you know. :)<br /><br /><br /><strong>Baby news</strong>: I am 32 1/2 weeks pregnant... I feel fantastic most of the time and am continually thankful for a healthy pregnancy and a baby boy that is growing right on track. We are nervous new parents, of course, and after our first "Prepared Childbirth Class" last week, I'm not sure that Brad will be attending the birth. He would have appreciated a little "heads up" on the video. (He handled it way better than the poor man who was almost hyperventilating afterwards... poor guy.) We aren't sure what to expect as October draws closer- but we are excited to find out. Any words of wisdom from you knowledgeable parents out there are appreciated, by the way.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Big</strong> <strong>Birthday news</strong>: Since October will be "baby month" we are planning a birthday excursion for ourselves this weekend. (Brad and I are both October birthdays and both turning 30! That's a reason to celebrate!) Since we can't travel far or run a destination marathon as we'd originally planned (insert hilarious image of me running a marathon at 9 months pregnant), we are content to hit a resort hotel this weekend and then hang out in Austin with family and soak up as much attention as possible before being upstaged by the new October birthday this year.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Other unrelated news</strong>: I am so excited that we have finally upgraded our sad, mildew-y wicker patio chairs for <em>these</em> that arrived yesterday!! I am even more excited for fall weather to enjoy them... hooray for rocking...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238893972732907186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr1EAtQ0Q-rUpA5MLbqRn3isfLFwKj1I3lZ1Gkn9pDNxJWCIKgd6GW_3h5J1Nohp28lC7nhT2pxRYVuFl3zQ5Y2CWUhdpssBcjrK86VAc9NR3wtpR0I4qy37VUjvGG9yTpXB_Tvg/s320/Teak+rocking+chair.gif" border="0" /><br /><p> </p><p> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-82345547728140210822008-07-22T11:08:00.000-07:002008-07-22T11:35:30.786-07:00The smell of new carpet...<div>You know that feeling when you walk on velvety-soft sand in your bare feet? Well, my new carpet isn't quite that nice, but is a considerable step up from the well-worn and rather stained former carpet that I happily saw ripped up a couple weeks ago. It's amazing how lovely, new carpet can make a whole house seem so clean and fresh. I occasionally sprawl out on it and enjoy not wondering about the origin of that mysterious yellow stain from the previous home owners. I think we also felt better about plopping a new little human life down on a fresh canvas. All for the peace of mind... oh, and because it looks pretty. :)</div><br /><div>Aside from smelling my new carpet, my days are spent (already!) wrapping up the summer here in the next couple weeks- although you wouldn't guess that from the consistent 100+ temps lately. (Yuck. Bun in the oven + walking around in an oven = very high electric bills. TXU, you're welcome.) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Here is the family pic from our "Homecation 2008." Please note how adorable my grandad and his girlfriend are- and yes, that is my parents' dog in a t-shirt. <br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225905018343233906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUucfJLUgexs73c4ZzhBXtuowlRuiZxTZZXAoxFg14S5ejWqy0yC6f5jEStJrsecYfXJQ_zLRtbvVYVSfhvSCbT4Nk6IKccmARRuZceN-pEME7mWBsn1fjnEmD0T8JQpEbS9XALQ/s320/Homecation+2008.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p>AND- camp was greatness. It was a special week for our kiddos and I LOVED the incredible times of worship. (Although I did get attacked there by a 2-lb chihuahua that tripped me while I was running- I almost crushed his little body into pieces but saved him by dive-rolling into the mud. He thanked me by trying to bite my neck.) </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-27262565831895264672008-07-07T11:40:00.000-07:002008-07-07T12:24:32.900-07:00Summer Daze...<div>Do you remember those summer days as a kid that seemed to drag on and on with lazy mornings and afternoons of swimming and lounging? I miss those days. Summers are nothing like that in the youth ministry world- quite the opposite, in fact. There is much to love about a youth ministry summer, but I sometimes daydream about what it would be like to have the gift of unscheduled time. I would start by swimming until I got all pruny. :)</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Since my blogging is chronically sporatic, I'll give you some all-important life updates.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>1. I am in my 26th week of pregnancy- ALREADY. Wow. That is 6 months according to "What to Expect When You're Expecting" and 7 months according to Babyzone.com. I am completely confused by the whole system anyway, so it's no surprise to me that there is no consensus on the month-thing. Maybe I'll just start counting down the actual days. We have 105 of them until Baby H's ETA. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>2. Last week I accidentally kicked a dead rat covered in maggots with my bare toes. It was as gross as it sounds and I am forever scarred. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>3. I leave in 5 days for one of my all-time favorite summer events: CAMP! I love it despite the vicious wasps and balmy east Texas weather. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>4. I just got back from the Blanks Family's 2nd annual "Homecation." The motto for our event: "Less fuel. More fun." We played games, ate until we were stuffed, and laughed at our own dumb jokes for 3 whole days. Awesome.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220354494241792338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7DYm8olOZLqyw3yQn1qNvsEETN3xM3oeLClt8MeGmTjakii9AuGSW_k4HeojVe3XQSCwJ65VO4Ol3exQlOsw2v0NmRVDS4Cd9S-f9oOKM_9C_ALXn0th64PMdAqAz2IOlh60yQ/s320/7th+Grade+Mission+Silly.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />This is my cutie group of 7th graders on our mission trip in June. They were so much fun.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-87280742215957939212008-06-05T12:48:00.000-07:002008-06-05T13:08:37.865-07:00It's a....<span style="font-size:180%;">BOY!</span> <br />We had a blast at our appointment this morning. Our families drove up for the "big ulstrasound" and we documented guesses with the video camera (everyone there guessed girl) before getting the word from the doctor that it was definitely NOT a girl! We are so thankful to see that everything is good and he is healthy and active. (It's weird to be able to say "he!")Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-38333227304407020512008-05-01T08:49:00.000-07:002008-05-08T10:27:11.428-07:00Europe Part 1Our first stops in Italy were my favorite. Lake Como was probably #1 of the whole trip.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBDAEWb7IuOfhOyGfIvHGcUbzSKx8zZ3gFUXFbBHAVnz2ICLv9YaM5KQYmif9sn5w6d17tXXHw17bsRolOa95TJznQKLqdEQ9ofGQkwp6_gBHRyI-4gWXJvaY6QD8QCxQSZM0Rw/s1600-h/Lake+Como+hike+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195439506577693634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBDAEWb7IuOfhOyGfIvHGcUbzSKx8zZ3gFUXFbBHAVnz2ICLv9YaM5KQYmif9sn5w6d17tXXHw17bsRolOa95TJznQKLqdEQ9ofGQkwp6_gBHRyI-4gWXJvaY6QD8QCxQSZM0Rw/s320/Lake+Como+hike+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> (This picture mysteriously shrank.) We hiked up a few miles into the mountains in Lake Como for some incredible overlooks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-Ipu7IcTjYhURRoj2yPZzl0u879LsbjVf6b1GPnJNNNbgYOXwO7B0gTpZBWyA6LMjHd1VwUtgJcvjnnAsDOSy79V7kXcMiaDAsata0o08PfoOBF4wcb-9WlGJGogd386oxaRag/s1600-h/Lake+Como+sunset.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195439429268282290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-Ipu7IcTjYhURRoj2yPZzl0u879LsbjVf6b1GPnJNNNbgYOXwO7B0gTpZBWyA6LMjHd1VwUtgJcvjnnAsDOSy79V7kXcMiaDAsata0o08PfoOBF4wcb-9WlGJGogd386oxaRag/s320/Lake+Como+sunset.jpg" border="0" /></a>The lake climate is amazing and it is just breath-taking everywhere you look. Sprawling gardens, beautiful hiking trails, balconies built high into the mountainside. Everyone here seems relaxed... there is no car traffic and you couldn't hurry somewhere if you tried.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJo2eD6rWOiE2IyQtgLXp38YyANCBV5CIGl5Phw45kE3a6AV7-dpXaqab2egj8l038PP1SuoE4871VnRqaaRMVSvk6rJe9VfOV4afXi9UXsOgSOvyvW6zw-WwoJ2VMrPfnSfGPQ/s1600-h/Lake+Como+at+night.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195437844425350050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJo2eD6rWOiE2IyQtgLXp38YyANCBV5CIGl5Phw45kE3a6AV7-dpXaqab2egj8l038PP1SuoE4871VnRqaaRMVSvk6rJe9VfOV4afXi9UXsOgSOvyvW6zw-WwoJ2VMrPfnSfGPQ/s320/Lake+Como+at+night.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the view from our hotel room balcony in the early evening. Can you see what we didn't want to leave?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTq5uIXKiwP8NWJHGm0-8WZ9W3FatVETLV3_p1PaVl89higC6oAN0MAV1MycDgTasuuYmQOlSyfDjHICYNAhN-7DA18weQK6ATg6r0XWGPR3cVj5ADdBZUPkStT-VZDj6VvF-T5w/s1600-h/Cinque+Terre+hike+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195437603907181458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTq5uIXKiwP8NWJHGm0-8WZ9W3FatVETLV3_p1PaVl89higC6oAN0MAV1MycDgTasuuYmQOlSyfDjHICYNAhN-7DA18weQK6ATg6r0XWGPR3cVj5ADdBZUPkStT-VZDj6VvF-T5w/s320/Cinque+Terre+hike+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Italy Stop #2: The Cinque Terre. Gorgeous! We hiked some trails and would have been content to do so for days and days.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hTkmBbaan-tKzKf7exSxFn_ihGI6g8BSLuPHAIBFN8mSUnpB9qsd_TbASV5jUH-KlOlinjFTnYbQK8m6J6ctwg4W0e5Wsami3WbmA88cBLHg2z9GUD1E0zIqUWymMCzxYFGxAg/s1600-h/Cinque+Terre+hike+view+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195437406338685826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hTkmBbaan-tKzKf7exSxFn_ihGI6g8BSLuPHAIBFN8mSUnpB9qsd_TbASV5jUH-KlOlinjFTnYbQK8m6J6ctwg4W0e5Wsami3WbmA88cBLHg2z9GUD1E0zIqUWymMCzxYFGxAg/s320/Cinque+Terre+hike+view+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We didn't want to leave our Cinque Terre village, either. Our little loft hotel room is in the upper part of this cliff sticking out into the ocean. Talk about a room with a view!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-47930142767392878912008-04-09T11:42:00.001-07:002008-04-21T13:57:18.393-07:00We're Back!<div>We are home from Italy! I'll post some of my favorite pics soon, but here is one of my new all-time favorite places. (Lake Como... incredible.)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187318577666670050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgo-8kQ-27BPFkYT5nn7GySWtWV3uVm4IX5EEGEW3L49CMgw0CGEvxO7CP9bbxyMVXPqHNfht2rDqtoMzHCLj2mDqZXA79opgr3tTYXVWWCCYKcfOHCq4LB3yHDWkWpPn3oxX8w/s320/lake+como+1.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div>Speaking of incredible, here's a little announcement that spurred our somewhat impromptu trip overseas... I could have posted this sign across my pack for our little 10-day adventure:<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187320845409402354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknElFHo6Jwe7Dz5IWBPqOkTrFUymmcpiv1BF4WptiyQthXlwJoFhTl1HhtgZkqXv0tkoX5xuEyIEJZir0IwJRvT2BkZpfthqX0jHHV_O6cYCY43NHVDqeiHJwPhHObe18LXi3_g/s320/baby_on_board.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>That's right, folks. Brad and I took along a <em>very</em> small passenger! Having been married just a few months, you can see why this is what we call "the surprise of our lives." We are thrilled and still a little in shock that with an October due date, we'll have a two-month-old on our first anniversary! We know God's timing is always perfect... and He continues to teach both of us so much though we still feel like we have so much to learn. We can't wait to see where this new adventure will take us... and are incredibly thankful to have so much support along the way.</p><p>Here are a few lessons I have learned (or re-learned) lately:</p><p>1. God is in control, even when we think <em>we</em> are.</p><p>2. It is not possible to eat too much gelato.</p><p>3. It is very possible to eat too much pasta.</p><p>4. Pregnancy hormones and jetlag are a pretty brutal combination.</p><p>5. The European foot paddle for flushing a toilet is pretty much the greatest invention ever. </p><p> </p><p> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-83837299406697545062008-04-03T13:33:00.000-07:002008-04-03T14:05:24.722-07:00Bad Blogger...I know I am... I'll try and do better. Sometimes I have a hard time completing a thought in my own head, much less an entire post. Am I the only one who feels so A.D.D. sometimes? <div><div><br /><div>I realize that I must, in the proper blogger etiquette, catch you up on all the very important aspects of my life that you may have missed in my absence:<br /><br /></div><div>1. I couldn't sleep last night and was wisely spending my waking hours watching American Idol. Did anyone else see the little orphan girl find her sister during the charity promo? Was anyone else bawling like a baby? Good grief.</div><br /><br /><div>2. I do not understand this fashion trend: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185123574745229138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjM5Z7PR4TdKvR8IMC73dZz8ZQbylf2ue5fP8Ul7_7QWVTk_nI0gsc5QA-jWdWdSErq_VAux8_CT5A6SRUhw0Brj-i_dznpykSmdOSsptv-t0EGdXdW625A2gvSW9g3sK86H-5lQ/s320/boat+shoe.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div></div><p>Please don't be offended if you own a pair... I just don't get this one. With shorts? Really? If you haven't seen this, they are making appearances on the feet of high school- twenty something girls all over the place. I notice them everywhere I go now. (Or some variation of them.)</p><div><br /></div><p>3. People of Blog Land, you gotta try mashed cauliflower if you've never made it. It looks just like mashed potatoes, has 110% of your daily vitamin C requirement, and tastes veggie-licious. Add a little milk, garlic, etc., and even paprika if you want to be fancy. Mmm... There are recipes all over the world wide web. </p><div><br /></div><p>4. Brad and I are coming up on our 4-month anniversary. Hooray for us! We are having so much fun and are about to head to ITALY next week! More on that later... we'll have wedding pics soon, but our photographer posted a couple of his favorites. I hope it's ok if I re-post a couple here... (His name is Fred Egan so I'm giving him due credit!)</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185125975631947618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLhHNC4ZIRFNGRm9rtDg7gAULc4cypkXHxwV9J2Dbo_KhrXpqxIW16PH8Ehf2a_TsQ13hlDH6hYo5Z4CvPU712gfXuzZfdVgVT_dZ-AEvGVTCT58P5t-f6S3yc5PK8qoBLKM5CA/s320/wedding+party.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div>Our wonderful wedding party</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185126224740050802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNdjCam2Pd94xBJF5EYiifIPxMtlD9bOOWZI7VsYfc42CTNAJ8siEQ5MHlKYiEVUY3WUmXJyT-qfGdr_rU_CrHfGOIqkLtK1U3tTfYWn4UV-UhBxpzhetq4lnszeEiCj_X7Bvow/s320/Brad+ceremony.jpg" border="0" /> I love this one: Isn't he the cutest groom ever? Ricky did the ceremony and my brother is in front. <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185126366473971586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVsXWZHM39w9GxwxgIfUNN28kuB4EEi6wIIg5By9gL8Zjc6WEGrduj_fwmW9rzqdKmYc_0HNeQMOEDdWGAXpjE8HneYon9XYqJmF9NhmggshziHjgflhNEFlsSXKTAaRtUCwcKQ/s320/going+away.jpg" border="0" />Best part of this pic is my dad's face as he pelts Brad in the head with rose petals. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-6001489693444864802008-01-17T13:15:00.000-08:002008-02-07T11:54:12.973-08:00My sister...<div><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>is AMAZING. It's not her birthday, there is really nothing particularly special about today, but I just had a need to tell the blogging world that I am indeed blessed to have such an incredible person in my life. She is such a wonderful friend, brilliant at everything she does, and goes out of her way to show people how much she cares (example: planning my entire wedding including... to name just a few... taking engagement and bridal photos, choosing decorations and music, designing and printing invitations, basically being in charge of the entire reception... all while working and raising 4 little kids.)</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>We've always been close, even through the years when I was annoying and always wanted to borrow her clothes.<br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156559755267461346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZZWtn_IN0V6J9-GxuOTkoJ8psjxRsxoy9OeUgM3sbOrmGzwA4yXn6rbeSwEOVAlfhPCL0W5DWt4lXrCLbQPixLVl4qacg_sd5pdEgFhUizY6dymZO3S0WsHxnd4bEm1zCYKl8Q/s320/Sisters+Canada.jpg" border="0" /> She is the perfectionist in the family.<br /><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156560966448238914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJC0r1nC3uDAKbbUB_ATs2ylXYbB2agfM6nWEI4MURukIe88N7kUz82FjOxAKKlE77nIzOt3K0rYQZ5LT4GEaSfK8lWZBd_WXSJ16R5OCspIvqyHFk7y_Z5tREBPLbn81c4vphkA/s320/Sisters+little+1.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div>She has always been really funny... and very creative at finding ways to have fun.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156560880548892978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEBqJos0-e7bhIf5SVUhlUAIq7SNaRg34bLDFouoGwnN2GQL3hHJaEbwDvcr1LkQHTC2rx-CGw94jmW4S43EuHNzzKE-3QZOwVUrQQndU1N9zvCS6V4nKeVV2vv9lC02vL7JgvQA/s320/Sisters+dress+up.jpg" border="0" /> I'm not sure why she gave me a mullet here, though.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156560627145822498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32IsH81ZTNMl_O5So5W8o5GrF10hP5MeZ0bBl_4CIsSJyrBnhUWbFsk-7wlzZuYqvy0srqQv_7_OxXRXeCWiTotKwbiJCIVRwdARMFNL_cTLwZmKwzCyckZ1thnBoWuoxLea4VQ/s320/Sisters+Easter+1.jpg" border="0" /> My mom used to dress us alike, which I probably thought was cool. <br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156560438167261458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpisQgkWaJf0ijX5ZJ3dW8IVBybR_xYLJur3WGdDAKOzlt4ilRXNtGJaifv47divEqIq8oSSjHCXYS6TtPTzR9nmXSN9kstmXsDDki2_lHiCGlj2K-9ps67Oa7qhJKkayhAHIqrw/s320/Sisters+Disney.jpg" border="0" />As you can see, I followed her <em>everywhere. </em>Poor girl.</div><div><br /> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156560090274910466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-KYruKw6LPamlLKe2MOXUQ7JwIDoRnqDjyrxGFlLZ0FiGpeeNrEIiSoC_4LZMgNvSrsMx6pV9eLE8_34m0pY7qmdxhjyfSQsiM6E_xE5I1VtCD4C2B2mHOYc2xUWqpK6XBrmnw/s320/Sisters+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div> </div><div>Thanks for being a great big sister, Mollie! Can you imagine your life without your siblings? It sure would have been more boring...<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156559918476218610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtr1_5wAKsFIRbFek8FNUxwLBLoZ9c9Z75rBbkBv1_cDdBT6Dba3bt-Y9YZ8ClXrLqt0ID1xu-srzQIAxfBXU1G16NGfV6F6BpaILNUWersHzAW8EtZgUMVTs_BUni912WHKJzw/s320/Sisters+high+school.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-13008432094725292292008-01-07T13:11:00.001-08:002008-01-07T13:39:29.441-08:00A month and counting...We've been married one month today. Ahh... sweet, isn't it? I am going to post pics a little backwards because I don't have any from the wedding yet. SO- here's a couple from our trip to the amazing Playa del Carmen where we are already dreaming of returning next year. (We could have easily stayed another week.... 6 days was not long enough!)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152845978650988674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pIVal0IF3vV1ullgmOUSO8ESPCoauHCG4cPix4UZdcY7ovRCeAQ5hobhHBK860GwHyNtNIornOsfgWYLrCRpkuG4flH_fo9erzrV4CZV0v5CqacyNTQ-flTz6JN12VoLBITzIg/s320/Beach+graffiti.jpg" border="0" /><br />I don't think that's our footprint...<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846257823862930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnwRlj-guPPIBOd-3oba55uHcWVsKmxtvvZ9DnyRLDB0pSIdRXBdxCx1FTfpv91fSuCvJMO1Hb3qjuvaKtgLf-tFEFtJ95aT595NlOJXH_m1XJmAxTouK5ik82E7Ni_WeW-KAzA/s320/The+royal+sign.jpg" border="0" /><br />This place is amazing- my mouth fell open when we stepped on the resort.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846403852751010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQHxSZHeJDIm1XOjPV13J6jtUsnXFE7F2hZ91xqt2uV-Z_eEXRSiLb6qe4bUIjG-2SkKhZZ8aLUqj-qDreB_0TBHAZRntEL1sCY5yMwRZmWnWd_TD90uPWbmC-rurXCxGiheehA/s320/Us+and+Metal+people.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846588536344754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp6cR8FlkBZOEUi6-djtYzwTBTyyxWKbstvfvpXp22vSvCsi-I7IzrkDnIMU5P27FI9AIjWg4Bfel1Rdx-JB0pB9OzTYorSBwbVMkxh-sAgTD9zgkWcEpsI2zC2QV2D8lLsFgwBw/s320/Brady+playing+in+waves.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>It was the perfect time of year to be at the beach- gorgeous!</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846760335036610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRIQblkvUX9PN1u55P8XFGW5exem93qZrtDOSh32RFSjjSLMJdCMigmRJJZdej34A-wKjol7KlSut2c3r_0udhtGVotWz3G62mVqZmk5LKN9kHlTaZRpJIxTVrsh0CcQEM1ZjQg/s320/Christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>This tree was too big to fit in the frame.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846970788434130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVauqxwU23C62VDSIDUQe8tCQJ4gUKfEXBw8MtJWYeW-TjNYYdp_1HuV9APDZwo7oKTCAuAOzNSdxM-_i6MhWpVyPRk00CLIdDO2VuF24TkvA2MWsWRivcphwzjaV1LThx8JmiBQ/s320/sitting+on+beach.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p>It really couldn't have been a better trip. I'll have to tell you in a later post about an incredible discovery! Love to all...<br /><p></p><br /><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-3958152254659545962007-10-17T08:49:00.000-07:002007-10-17T09:02:53.255-07:00A Soundtrack to Life<div>If your life had a soundtrack, what songs would play? What songs would you wish to be true for you but just aren't? The reasons for asking this question are:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1) I often think, "If life were a musical, what song would I be singing at this moment?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>2) I think Heaven just might have some musical-like components. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>3) You know that Third Day song, "There's a light at the end of this tunnnel, there's a light at the end of the tunnel, for you...?" Well, I had a dream in which I was running away from a giant tornado... and that song was playing, like a soundtrack, except the lyrics were "There's a light at the end of this funnel, there's a light at the end of this funnel..." I woke up at 3 a.m. cracking up.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1hjjjQMf5PVsRQ-ftE-s16OWalQX0ST7R9NFQZOcojPavUm7-FIAi-aJM5KJI6pDEVLiS-Xyc2py92bkpyYDZqVCyeOMhD3Y1H-aX2PRaQbK5DEkq_bObDDGiXDSUfMcEMk6Pw/s1600-h/Kayden+eating+snow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122335791464639874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1hjjjQMf5PVsRQ-ftE-s16OWalQX0ST7R9NFQZOcojPavUm7-FIAi-aJM5KJI6pDEVLiS-Xyc2py92bkpyYDZqVCyeOMhD3Y1H-aX2PRaQbK5DEkq_bObDDGiXDSUfMcEMk6Pw/s320/Kayden+eating+snow.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>This is my middle niece eating snow last Easter. I'm pretty sure there is a soundtrack playing in this girl's head all the time. (Most likely High School Musical.) Last week, she was being a pirate on the front porch and she jumped up onto the railing and sang, "Behold! The pizza man!" She is the queen of randomness- so hilarious.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-81155564529012787292007-09-18T08:30:00.000-07:002007-09-18T08:50:35.079-07:00Life is good....<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRS3WjO3htYGKj4Ki61Tc-Hn-do3ElXKv1oje5zI7ppecieOdRU8qJ-lJvN3_sjYZ7x9L6XhdK-oLI_Ti0MWX4xmOx2_CD1L9fa35vihJ3epB58OBTolkd7H_6ZSaS9WJ7uA8Ow/s1600-h/SK+group-+cropped.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111567218189960946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRS3WjO3htYGKj4Ki61Tc-Hn-do3ElXKv1oje5zI7ppecieOdRU8qJ-lJvN3_sjYZ7x9L6XhdK-oLI_Ti0MWX4xmOx2_CD1L9fa35vihJ3epB58OBTolkd7H_6ZSaS9WJ7uA8Ow/s320/SK+group-+cropped.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We brought Stellar Kart in concert a couple weeks ago. It was AMAZING. If you haven't listened to their stuff, you are missing out! You should consider adding them, Hawk Nelson, and Family Force Five to your playlists. A little Christian Alternative can turn that frown upside down, mister! :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So... at the risk of a little TMI, here's a weird story: Last night I had a dream that I was waiting in line to get on some really awesome swings with a whole lot of other people. When it was finally my turn, I ran up to one of the swings, then turned to the guy next to me and said, "Hey, I REALLY have to go to the bathroom. Can you save my swing for me until I get back?" He said he would. I then woke up (for real), and got out of bed because I actually DID have to go to the bathroom. I went back to bed, back to sleep, and resumed the dream right where I left off. Dreams are so incredibly fascinating to me. Anyone ever kept a dream journal before? Or just had a really weird/memorable dream? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's the pic we chose for the paper for the engagement announcement. Isn't Brad the cutest thing EVER?! My sister took these while we were in Colorado and I think she did a really great job. She had so much equipment that someone had to walk along behind her to hold the flash/battery-thing because it was so heavy (not ideal for hiking!) This spot by the waterfall is gorgeous. I highly recommend visiting Bear Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. I've been there 2 summers in a row and I still want to go back!!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111570387875825410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6blx2r4AXx_J5z3cnSil5DIQk_9wca5weOy6_GUFT6iQNTZkpot8emfes7Pteksyeb5rWBbQPx-GpEMeDk7LhkBiK1mqpIvn2j52zQvu0mZN1IbbqlPQ6b2VkbLHFjzP8Qn1Ag/s320/mel+and+brad+engagement+pic+for+paper.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-35700402483345592522007-08-23T11:20:00.000-07:002007-08-23T13:59:27.528-07:00Random summer moments with the familyI mentioned in my last post that my Colorado trip was too amazing for words. Here's just a couple visuals to help explain why. This first one is Brad and me on Trail Ridge Road in the National Park. So incredible!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimaX2-J0N0LmqNbufjVxs-cZwLjK-y2fZH1Zs9jsvWNIH0HNSBcF0oGysLDbzdl8Zz2XN80WrViYwz7dwNJY0tTN_qrhk8V-rum-W4z7iW_5cf8IVpoAXWGlktfq3o4vnQ7RtCtg/s1600-h/Mel+and+Brad+Trail+Ridge+Road.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101978308346527490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimaX2-J0N0LmqNbufjVxs-cZwLjK-y2fZH1Zs9jsvWNIH0HNSBcF0oGysLDbzdl8Zz2XN80WrViYwz7dwNJY0tTN_qrhk8V-rum-W4z7iW_5cf8IVpoAXWGlktfq3o4vnQ7RtCtg/s320/Mel+and+Brad+Trail+Ridge+Road.jpg" border="0" /></a>This one is my stud brother posing for an Abercrombie modeling gig he's workin on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtOouaqniwWZaawiCwMZHu1541X4g7CJMuQ8TNrYyFXXxe4luet3SJJ-rtJQ74Y4G9wHxQUA3ecf-_4vE-4GJXBw3iaW2EZKPn4s7kdrFFNsVYv9WztHgh0UQ_u4oAzJ54e5bAQ/s1600-h/Bud+the+Stud.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101978218152214258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtOouaqniwWZaawiCwMZHu1541X4g7CJMuQ8TNrYyFXXxe4luet3SJJ-rtJQ74Y4G9wHxQUA3ecf-_4vE-4GJXBw3iaW2EZKPn4s7kdrFFNsVYv9WztHgh0UQ_u4oAzJ54e5bAQ/s320/Bud+the+Stud.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was the beginning of our 6 hour mountain climb. The whole group made it up (my brother and Lauren (his gf), my dad, my sister, and brother-in-law, me and Brad. It was quite an accomplishment!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBuVyT7OxPJdw2A12OhVTw6EBGQO9Lc1jvpSIJ3-G-jrCbNX2RYbXhqnSUJ7VU1lwzwqfplwqRV9vtYpBoK9YGtR7fHaZJwoYL7sOksSrNfEIfSH_ZW6PFDLm6nEXKuCSuDLTWQ/s1600-h/Mel+and+Brad+Col+climb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101978106483064546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBuVyT7OxPJdw2A12OhVTw6EBGQO9Lc1jvpSIJ3-G-jrCbNX2RYbXhqnSUJ7VU1lwzwqfplwqRV9vtYpBoK9YGtR7fHaZJwoYL7sOksSrNfEIfSH_ZW6PFDLm6nEXKuCSuDLTWQ/s320/Mel+and+Brad+Col+climb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I was at my parents' house a couple weeks ago and my nephew was learning to ride his bike without training wheels. It was so much fun to watch. The picture below is him "testing" his helmet on the driveway to see if it works.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWufFRD1EQMHdiUaFeWPnFeEk8jEUWw_RbF3hTsPvPMmfwbuZaUw6v1zuKxm0bxlnxAd4-BR99NONeN6Mp4JAevKlsyuTJTaYOCfVdmgT2z0Rrtt5uKYpeHumXABItQcZvjlIOCg/s1600-h/Brenden+helmet+test+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101963619558375122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWufFRD1EQMHdiUaFeWPnFeEk8jEUWw_RbF3hTsPvPMmfwbuZaUw6v1zuKxm0bxlnxAd4-BR99NONeN6Mp4JAevKlsyuTJTaYOCfVdmgT2z0Rrtt5uKYpeHumXABItQcZvjlIOCg/s320/Brenden+helmet+test+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> And this pic doesn't even do justice capturing the extreme cute-ness that is my youngest niece, Maegan.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoem64Bo4TzrnCS3F0xaJ2xKcmzPAA_ZKrW7qV-2GiF5NMYhn2U0_o6YIpHU8bgUUIWv50qTZC4niNoYmYrBioXazuzrBKcGjqZf-QLgedo9vGRc8S-vhji_jh7FpLASkrZv5XJw/s1600-h/Megan+and+me+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101963202946547378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoem64Bo4TzrnCS3F0xaJ2xKcmzPAA_ZKrW7qV-2GiF5NMYhn2U0_o6YIpHU8bgUUIWv50qTZC4niNoYmYrBioXazuzrBKcGjqZf-QLgedo9vGRc8S-vhji_jh7FpLASkrZv5XJw/s320/Megan+and+me+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I didn't really have anything much to say in this post except brag about how precious my family is. Feel free to comment on how much you like them, too. Ha ha.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34168517.post-90104330883042035182007-08-15T11:55:00.000-07:002007-08-20T13:36:34.882-07:00Catch up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwWxJFuXUM-UU3BeqSxwiR86Uu4SeSvYQX47dizEZt3W6Dv0aqpK5igqAEw9vLs8r2eLkS1Tx5eeIcfzPE_E_Q8pV_j8EJBPEKzs0PB7awUUhAeYX7o-sPPCNuL-2gWgT7z3MTA/s1600-h/mud+pit.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100883851895258770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwWxJFuXUM-UU3BeqSxwiR86Uu4SeSvYQX47dizEZt3W6Dv0aqpK5igqAEw9vLs8r2eLkS1Tx5eeIcfzPE_E_Q8pV_j8EJBPEKzs0PB7awUUhAeYX7o-sPPCNuL-2gWgT7z3MTA/s320/mud+pit.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>My kiddos in a "mud" pit (more like "rocky water" pit, but still so fun)<br /></em><br /><div>Summer is pretty much over (in terms of scheduling, that is, NOT in terms of weather unfortunately.) I haven't been blogging because... well, is it possible to be really busy and really lazy at the same time? If so, that's my excuse. So here's a couple very pivitol things that have happened to me lately just so you can catch up on my life:</div><br /><div>1) I went to Colorado this summer to one of my all-time favorite places EVER. Rocky Mountain National Park rocks my socks off (as my JH kiddos would say.) There were 8 of us in a 2- bedroom cabin with one bathroom. It was too fun to suffciently describe in this post.</div><br /><div>2) I started learning about china this last week (the plate kind, not the country.) I don't know much about either kind of china come to find out. Question: You married peeps, did you register for China? Why or why not? Would you do something different if you had the chance? I feel kinda like an old woman talking about stuff like this.<br /></div><div>3) A couple weeks ago I was edging my lawn and my weed eater caught on fire. I wish that I had this on video so I could add the visual to this post. Needless to say, it didn't work so well after that, and the scene of me standing in my driveway with flames and smoke coming out of it was priceless. </div><br /><div>You're pretty much up to speed on my life now. It's hard to believe I could fit so many significant events in one post, I know. More to come!! :) </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13972603100901364771noreply@blogger.com3