I was telling someone the other day about our trips to Alabama and what we do. I think this person was wondering if I wear camo the entire time and that my child runs barefoot all over the countryside.
While some of that may be true, I had to tell them what we do when we go to visit our Alabama family and I have to tell it sounds pretty good.
My parents live out in the country. They have a beautiful home that is nestled snuggly between a hay field, woods and water. They have a natural spring beside the house that feeds in to a pond which feeds in to a creek. Yes, when I was younger we played in the spring, pond and creek.
You can see deer, rabbits, turkeys and a whole host of other creatures while sitting at the table enjoying breakfast.
Evenings involve sitting outside on the porch in front of a fireplace with music playing, delicious food and the occasional adult beverage. If it is football season, the Alabama game will be on.
We definitely do not go hungry while we are there. And, my son does not go without love and attention while we are in Alabama. We get to visit with parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings, grandparents and so many people who love us. We are blessed!
So that is just a little bit about what we do in Alabama. Roll Tide!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Here's to you Grandad!
My mom's dad passed away 11 years ago today. My blog today is what I wish I could say to him.
Hey Grandad,
I hope Heaven is treating you well! I hope they are enjoying the sound of your boisterous laugh, your jokes and sayings and your great attitude. Do you get to watch baseball and take naps? I miss all of those things about you more than I can ever say.
I wish you were here and could be around my son. He is a character, a lot like me. He is so personable, fun, loving and I know that you would love and adore him like we all do. He is going to be a big brother next year, and I know he will be a great. He loves his family so much and I wish he could have met you.
Rach got married this summer and she was the most beautiful bride you have ever seen! She married a wonderful guy and is doing well. I know you would be so proud of her. We had such a great time with the entire family - we even got Mom Hilde out on the dance floor!
I can still hear you saying "kid, how's it going?" or "where ya been, kid?" Coming to your house and spending time with you and Mom Hilde are some of the best memories of my life.
Mom Hilde still misses you just as much now as the day you died. She still honors your memory like the most faithful wife I have ever seen. Your example of marriage, even when you drove Mom Hilde crazy, is one I carry with me to this day. I am not crazy enough to think it was perfect all the time, but I do know how much you loved each other. I remember how much you laughed and talked, the kind things you did for one another and how it delighted you to make her happy.
I miss you Grandad. After 11 years, I still miss you.
Love always,
M
For the readers: Mom Hilde is my grandmother in case you weren't sure.
Hey Grandad,
I hope Heaven is treating you well! I hope they are enjoying the sound of your boisterous laugh, your jokes and sayings and your great attitude. Do you get to watch baseball and take naps? I miss all of those things about you more than I can ever say.
I wish you were here and could be around my son. He is a character, a lot like me. He is so personable, fun, loving and I know that you would love and adore him like we all do. He is going to be a big brother next year, and I know he will be a great. He loves his family so much and I wish he could have met you.
Rach got married this summer and she was the most beautiful bride you have ever seen! She married a wonderful guy and is doing well. I know you would be so proud of her. We had such a great time with the entire family - we even got Mom Hilde out on the dance floor!
I can still hear you saying "kid, how's it going?" or "where ya been, kid?" Coming to your house and spending time with you and Mom Hilde are some of the best memories of my life.
Mom Hilde still misses you just as much now as the day you died. She still honors your memory like the most faithful wife I have ever seen. Your example of marriage, even when you drove Mom Hilde crazy, is one I carry with me to this day. I am not crazy enough to think it was perfect all the time, but I do know how much you loved each other. I remember how much you laughed and talked, the kind things you did for one another and how it delighted you to make her happy.
I miss you Grandad. After 11 years, I still miss you.
Love always,
M
For the readers: Mom Hilde is my grandmother in case you weren't sure.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Mommy Cards!
Hi all,
I decided to do a new project: Mommy Cards! I did not want to give out the business cards I use for work, and I wanted new teachers, baby sitters and other mom-friends to have my personal information. So, I decided to design my own cards. They have been so well received by friends and family that I decided to start selling them.
I have included a sample in this post of the design I did for myself. I can design cards that have your child's photo, allergy, pediatrician info or whatever information you want on the card.
The pricing is $37 for 250, $43 for 500 or $55 for 1000. The cards are full-color, printed on one-side and you can do either a matte or gloss finish. I can do matching notecards too!
Please contact me at mlharbor@bellsouth.net if you are interested.
I decided to do a new project: Mommy Cards! I did not want to give out the business cards I use for work, and I wanted new teachers, baby sitters and other mom-friends to have my personal information. So, I decided to design my own cards. They have been so well received by friends and family that I decided to start selling them.
I have included a sample in this post of the design I did for myself. I can design cards that have your child's photo, allergy, pediatrician info or whatever information you want on the card.
The pricing is $37 for 250, $43 for 500 or $55 for 1000. The cards are full-color, printed on one-side and you can do either a matte or gloss finish. I can do matching notecards too!
Please contact me at mlharbor@bellsouth.net if you are interested.
Friday, August 5, 2011
From the Mouth of a Little Boy
My son is a very talkative, energetic young man. He is a lot like me in that he does not really like silence when people are in a room, car or other confined space. I have come to appreciate the few moments of peace and quiet when they come.
The other night, I was pretty tired after working all day and I was cooking dinner while A was in the living room watching a little TV and unwinding from his long day. As I was cooking, and not hearing anything from the living room, I said, "Hey A! What are you doing?" He responded, "Watchin' TV!" Cool. He wasn't in to anything and had not escaped the house.
A few days later one of our air conditioner units had gone out so we had to rearrange our sleeping situation so that we could sleep in a cool room. Let me tell you that A has slept in his own bed since day 1. He does not sleep in our bed at all. When the air went out we moved an inflatable matteress to another room to sleep - my husband opted to stay in our bedroom and be hot. I just couldn't do that.
So A and I pile up on the inflatable matteress since our rooms were the hottest, and we lay down to go to sleep. A few minutes into laying there, after he had thrashed about like a fish on dry land, he said, "Mommy, what you doin'?" I sighed, and said "Sleeping." To which he responded, "Why you sleepin'?"
As you can imagine the conversation continued from there until he finally drifted off to sleep. I couldn't get mad at him for asking me what I was doing since I do it to him all the time, and I couldn't help buy smile as that is one more way I realize that he is my child through and through.
The other night, I was pretty tired after working all day and I was cooking dinner while A was in the living room watching a little TV and unwinding from his long day. As I was cooking, and not hearing anything from the living room, I said, "Hey A! What are you doing?" He responded, "Watchin' TV!" Cool. He wasn't in to anything and had not escaped the house.
A few days later one of our air conditioner units had gone out so we had to rearrange our sleeping situation so that we could sleep in a cool room. Let me tell you that A has slept in his own bed since day 1. He does not sleep in our bed at all. When the air went out we moved an inflatable matteress to another room to sleep - my husband opted to stay in our bedroom and be hot. I just couldn't do that.
So A and I pile up on the inflatable matteress since our rooms were the hottest, and we lay down to go to sleep. A few minutes into laying there, after he had thrashed about like a fish on dry land, he said, "Mommy, what you doin'?" I sighed, and said "Sleeping." To which he responded, "Why you sleepin'?"
As you can imagine the conversation continued from there until he finally drifted off to sleep. I couldn't get mad at him for asking me what I was doing since I do it to him all the time, and I couldn't help buy smile as that is one more way I realize that he is my child through and through.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Homemade Ice Crem Recipe
Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream
You need an ice cream maker (duh). We got ours at Target - it is an Aroma 4-qt. Traditional Ice Cream Maker and is about $65.
Items you will need:
Rock Salt
3 cans Sweetened Condensed Milk (you can use fat free if you like)
Milk (I use 2%)
Vanilla
I put the metal container that holds the ice cream in the freezer before I get started. I don't know that it actually does anything, but I like for it to be super cold.
Place 6 cups of cold milk in the metal container. Add 1 1/2 tablespoons of vanilla. Add 3 cans of sweetened condensed milk. Put the lid on the top and set it down in the bucket. Once you get the crank on, and get it situated, you add the rock salt and ice.
I do a sprinkle of rock salt on the bottom and about an inch or two of ice, followed by more rock salt and then another inch or two of ice. I continue this until the ice meets the top of the container.
Once I turn it on, I add about a half cup of cold water.
It usually takes about 45 minutes to an hour and then you have delicious homemade ice cream. You can put it in the freezer before you serve, or serve it straight out of the container.
Enjoy!
You need an ice cream maker (duh). We got ours at Target - it is an Aroma 4-qt. Traditional Ice Cream Maker and is about $65.
Items you will need:
Rock Salt
3 cans Sweetened Condensed Milk (you can use fat free if you like)
Milk (I use 2%)
Vanilla
I put the metal container that holds the ice cream in the freezer before I get started. I don't know that it actually does anything, but I like for it to be super cold.
Place 6 cups of cold milk in the metal container. Add 1 1/2 tablespoons of vanilla. Add 3 cans of sweetened condensed milk. Put the lid on the top and set it down in the bucket. Once you get the crank on, and get it situated, you add the rock salt and ice.
I do a sprinkle of rock salt on the bottom and about an inch or two of ice, followed by more rock salt and then another inch or two of ice. I continue this until the ice meets the top of the container.
Once I turn it on, I add about a half cup of cold water.
It usually takes about 45 minutes to an hour and then you have delicious homemade ice cream. You can put it in the freezer before you serve, or serve it straight out of the container.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Family and the 4th of July
My dad's family has a family reunion every 4th of July. I'm not sure how many years it has been in existence, but I know it has gone on for my 30 years of life.
Everyone brings a dish - it is some of the best food you will ever put in your mouth. Chicken casserole, fresh vegetables, grilled meat of just about every kind, fruit and desserts. My favorite thing? Homemade ice cream! I remember my grandfather making homemade ice cream when we were kids and it was my favorite thing to eat at the reunion.
My other favorite thing about our reunion is being with my family. Laughing and talking with grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles is the best. This year my son was old enough to run around and play with his cousins. It was such a great feeling watching him play with them while I sat and talked with their moms - the people I used to play with when I was a kid.
After lunch the kids played with water guns, rode the paddle boat, and some of the grown-ups played washers and bean-bag toss. Later on in the afternoon it was time for us to pack up and head back home. We were hot, sweaty and tired, but it was such a great day!
P.S. I'll add my recipe for homemade ice cream in the recipe section this week.
Everyone brings a dish - it is some of the best food you will ever put in your mouth. Chicken casserole, fresh vegetables, grilled meat of just about every kind, fruit and desserts. My favorite thing? Homemade ice cream! I remember my grandfather making homemade ice cream when we were kids and it was my favorite thing to eat at the reunion.
My other favorite thing about our reunion is being with my family. Laughing and talking with grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles is the best. This year my son was old enough to run around and play with his cousins. It was such a great feeling watching him play with them while I sat and talked with their moms - the people I used to play with when I was a kid.
After lunch the kids played with water guns, rode the paddle boat, and some of the grown-ups played washers and bean-bag toss. Later on in the afternoon it was time for us to pack up and head back home. We were hot, sweaty and tired, but it was such a great day!
P.S. I'll add my recipe for homemade ice cream in the recipe section this week.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sister's Wedding
We celebrated the marriage of my sweet sister and new brother-in-law on Saturday of this past weekend. It was a beautiful ceremony! Pink and green were her colors, with the ceremony taking place on the beach and included their closest friends and family.
I had the priviliege of being the matron of honor, and it was such a great honor! I was able to be with her for showers, throw her bachelorette party and most importantly, stand beside her on her wedding day. My son was the ring bearer, the groom's father was the best man and the groom's precious niece was the flower girl. Both our parents walked my sister down the aisle.
The wedding reception took place inside, with tons of delicious food, music and a delicious wedding cake! I was able to make a toast and during the toast was the first time I teared up. I smiled the entire wedding. Why? I'll share my toast and then you'll understand my happiness.
Most of you know that I am Rachel's big sister and what some of you may not know is that I am very protective of her. There have been times when I knew what was best for her even when she didn't. From the moment she met her now-husband, I found myself worrying less about her and becoming more happy for her. I knew from the moment my son took to his future uncle that he was the one and that they would be happy forever. Congratulations baby sister and welcome little brother! Cheers to the happy couple!
Their wedding was the most beautiful I have ever seen. Filled with love, laughter and some of the best friends and family you could ever imagine.
Stay tuned for pics!
I had the priviliege of being the matron of honor, and it was such a great honor! I was able to be with her for showers, throw her bachelorette party and most importantly, stand beside her on her wedding day. My son was the ring bearer, the groom's father was the best man and the groom's precious niece was the flower girl. Both our parents walked my sister down the aisle.
The wedding reception took place inside, with tons of delicious food, music and a delicious wedding cake! I was able to make a toast and during the toast was the first time I teared up. I smiled the entire wedding. Why? I'll share my toast and then you'll understand my happiness.
Most of you know that I am Rachel's big sister and what some of you may not know is that I am very protective of her. There have been times when I knew what was best for her even when she didn't. From the moment she met her now-husband, I found myself worrying less about her and becoming more happy for her. I knew from the moment my son took to his future uncle that he was the one and that they would be happy forever. Congratulations baby sister and welcome little brother! Cheers to the happy couple!
Their wedding was the most beautiful I have ever seen. Filled with love, laughter and some of the best friends and family you could ever imagine.
Stay tuned for pics!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
For the Mothers
Happy Mother's Day!
I am sure you have all seen the emails going around about what it means to be a wonderful mom: you've been puked/peed/pooped on; you don't have any sleep; your hair is a mess; blah, blah, blah. Those are definitely merit badges for the Mom Scouts, but is that really what being a mom is all about?
I can only tell you what I think being a mom is all about is from the relationship with my wonderful mom, and the mother I am to my son.
My mom is the most forgiving, understanding, and kind-speaking woman you will ever meet. She understands giving my little family the space we need even though she and my dad would really love to see my son every weekend. She forgives me for my faults and flaws, and never ever holds them against me. If I am having a bad day, I can call her to vent and she says something positive that helps me refocus and get through it.
Having a son is probably the best thing that ever happened to me. The first time my husband and I got pregnant, everything seemed to be going well. At our 12 week appointment (you know, when you are supposed to be out of the woods), we learned that our baby didn't have a heartbeat. It was devastating. It was a pain and loss that I had never felt before. I went between being numb and crying. I had to have surgery to remove the pregnancy and it was the worst day of my life.
People who had good intentions told me there was probably something wrong with the baby and that is why the baby didn't make it, or that it was God's will, or that it just wasn't our time. Here's a tip: those things, no matter how comforting you think they are, just don't help. Please don't ever say those things to a friend who loses a baby. Just say you are sorry.
Later on that year, while getting ready to go tailgate at an Alabama game, I had a feeling that I should take a pregnancy test. Well, I took it and the rest is history - our little guy was born the following summer.
When I was pregnant my Aunt Brig told me something I still have not forgotten. She said to me, "he will be your salvation." I didn't quite understand what she meant at the time, but I think I am getting there now.
My child is my salvation in that I want to be a better person for him. I try harder to have patience, watch what I say and how act so that he has a good example. We sacrifice so that he can everything have he needs, if it means I bring my lunch to work, or don't go shopping whenever I want. And you know what? It is just fine with me. Sure, there are times I wish I could go buy whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, but then what would that teach my son?
My son loves sports (especially Alabama football) and he loves me. Unconditionally. He will try whip anyone who he thinks is being disrespectful to his mommy. We were driving through snow and ice, trying to get home last winter, when a jerk swerved over into our lane without any notice. I just kind of yelled a noise, no actual words. My son said, "MOMMY! WHAT HAPPENED?!" I told him a bad driver almost hit us, and he said "MOMMY! I GONNA GET DAT BAD DRIVER!! HE NOT HURT MY MOMMY!" He will come up to me for no reason at all and say, "Mommy, hold me." I try to stop whatever I am doing and hold him because I know it won't be long before he is too big or too cool for mom.
Happy Mother's Day. I wish all of the moms lots patience, lots of love and some sleep.
I am sure you have all seen the emails going around about what it means to be a wonderful mom: you've been puked/peed/pooped on; you don't have any sleep; your hair is a mess; blah, blah, blah. Those are definitely merit badges for the Mom Scouts, but is that really what being a mom is all about?
I can only tell you what I think being a mom is all about is from the relationship with my wonderful mom, and the mother I am to my son.
My mom is the most forgiving, understanding, and kind-speaking woman you will ever meet. She understands giving my little family the space we need even though she and my dad would really love to see my son every weekend. She forgives me for my faults and flaws, and never ever holds them against me. If I am having a bad day, I can call her to vent and she says something positive that helps me refocus and get through it.
Having a son is probably the best thing that ever happened to me. The first time my husband and I got pregnant, everything seemed to be going well. At our 12 week appointment (you know, when you are supposed to be out of the woods), we learned that our baby didn't have a heartbeat. It was devastating. It was a pain and loss that I had never felt before. I went between being numb and crying. I had to have surgery to remove the pregnancy and it was the worst day of my life.
People who had good intentions told me there was probably something wrong with the baby and that is why the baby didn't make it, or that it was God's will, or that it just wasn't our time. Here's a tip: those things, no matter how comforting you think they are, just don't help. Please don't ever say those things to a friend who loses a baby. Just say you are sorry.
Later on that year, while getting ready to go tailgate at an Alabama game, I had a feeling that I should take a pregnancy test. Well, I took it and the rest is history - our little guy was born the following summer.
When I was pregnant my Aunt Brig told me something I still have not forgotten. She said to me, "he will be your salvation." I didn't quite understand what she meant at the time, but I think I am getting there now.
My child is my salvation in that I want to be a better person for him. I try harder to have patience, watch what I say and how act so that he has a good example. We sacrifice so that he can everything have he needs, if it means I bring my lunch to work, or don't go shopping whenever I want. And you know what? It is just fine with me. Sure, there are times I wish I could go buy whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, but then what would that teach my son?
My son loves sports (especially Alabama football) and he loves me. Unconditionally. He will try whip anyone who he thinks is being disrespectful to his mommy. We were driving through snow and ice, trying to get home last winter, when a jerk swerved over into our lane without any notice. I just kind of yelled a noise, no actual words. My son said, "MOMMY! WHAT HAPPENED?!" I told him a bad driver almost hit us, and he said "MOMMY! I GONNA GET DAT BAD DRIVER!! HE NOT HURT MY MOMMY!" He will come up to me for no reason at all and say, "Mommy, hold me." I try to stop whatever I am doing and hold him because I know it won't be long before he is too big or too cool for mom.
Happy Mother's Day. I wish all of the moms lots patience, lots of love and some sleep.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sweet Home Alabama
In light of the recent and very tragic happenings in my home state, I thought it was only appropriate to give a little shout out to the state I know and love, Sweet Home Alabama.
I was born in Tusaloosa and lived there until I was three years old. I attribute my die-hard love for the Alabama Crimson Tide to being born in Tuscaloosa. I think it is in my blood. Literally.
When I was three, we moved to Hamilton, where my dad's family is from. Hamilton is a little town of about 6,000 people. Everyone knew what you were doing before you did it. Growing up in a small town is an experience like no other. I grew up running around barefoot outside, swimming in creeks and ponds, eating fruit straight from the mulberry tree or blackberry bush without worrying about pesticides. I would keep and take care of stray dogs, probably sometimes to the chagrin of my parents. I had a horse growing up, helped my dad with feeding and taking care of the cows, helped my mom with cooking and laundry.
My sister and played outside all the time. We rode our bikes, played with our Barbies and Cabbage Patch dolls, and dug in our sandbox. I sometimes look back and think of those times - it was so simple. We did not want for anything; our parents worked so hard to make sure we had everything we needed and more.
When I left for college, I returned to Tuscaloosa and loved every minute of living there. I have family and friends in Tuscaloosa so it has always felt like home to me. Even when I was a child and went to Tuscaloosa to visit family and friends, I loved it. I still love and miss Tuscaloosa - it is a beautiful city with so much history and charm.
We have somewhat of a family history with the University of Alabama - my mom, dad, husband and I all graduated from the University. We are huge Alabama fans.
Being born and raised in Alabama helped shape who I am today. I hope to see my children attending the University of Alabama one day. Some of my son's first words were "Roll Tide!"
I write this post to honor my Alabama roots and to let everyone know how much Alabama means to me and my family. Even though we aren't there with our friends and family to help with the aftermath of the storms, we think about you every day. We pray for you every day. We continue to send donations from our friends here and we know that you will recover with a force like no other.
ROLL TIDE!
I was born in Tusaloosa and lived there until I was three years old. I attribute my die-hard love for the Alabama Crimson Tide to being born in Tuscaloosa. I think it is in my blood. Literally.
When I was three, we moved to Hamilton, where my dad's family is from. Hamilton is a little town of about 6,000 people. Everyone knew what you were doing before you did it. Growing up in a small town is an experience like no other. I grew up running around barefoot outside, swimming in creeks and ponds, eating fruit straight from the mulberry tree or blackberry bush without worrying about pesticides. I would keep and take care of stray dogs, probably sometimes to the chagrin of my parents. I had a horse growing up, helped my dad with feeding and taking care of the cows, helped my mom with cooking and laundry.
My sister and played outside all the time. We rode our bikes, played with our Barbies and Cabbage Patch dolls, and dug in our sandbox. I sometimes look back and think of those times - it was so simple. We did not want for anything; our parents worked so hard to make sure we had everything we needed and more.
When I left for college, I returned to Tuscaloosa and loved every minute of living there. I have family and friends in Tuscaloosa so it has always felt like home to me. Even when I was a child and went to Tuscaloosa to visit family and friends, I loved it. I still love and miss Tuscaloosa - it is a beautiful city with so much history and charm.
We have somewhat of a family history with the University of Alabama - my mom, dad, husband and I all graduated from the University. We are huge Alabama fans.
Being born and raised in Alabama helped shape who I am today. I hope to see my children attending the University of Alabama one day. Some of my son's first words were "Roll Tide!"
I write this post to honor my Alabama roots and to let everyone know how much Alabama means to me and my family. Even though we aren't there with our friends and family to help with the aftermath of the storms, we think about you every day. We pray for you every day. We continue to send donations from our friends here and we know that you will recover with a force like no other.
ROLL TIDE!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Another 30 x 30 Update
My 30 x 30 checklist is very slowly being updated. I have crossed out the things that I have already done. I am hoping to finish the flower beds this spring and I have determined that decorating the house will be a never-ending project!
1. Go to Vegas. . . with the girls.
2. Get my gun carry permit.
3.Meet Bret Michaels.
4. Be a bar tender for a night.
5. Drive a race car. On a track or on a drag strip. Either works for me.
6. Finish decorating the house.
7. Cook a gourmet meal for friends.
8. Take a photography class - or at least learn more about photography.
9.Start a vitamin regimin.
10. Learn how to swim better.
11. Have all my girlfriends to my house one weekend with no husbands, kids, boyfriends, work or any other distractions. Just fun!
12. Drive a Mercedes McLaren.
13.Get my eyes checked. Boring. I know.
14.Buy a really nice handbag.
15. Bring a good volunteer project to my church.
16. Have Sunday brunch at the Peabody.
17. Do the Diabetes 5K for the 3rd year in a row! For my dad and grandad. 18. Have a romantic dinner on the patio of Jarrett’s.
19. Go paintballing.
20. Go to Key West to see the sunrise and sunset.
21.Have dinner at Itta Beena at BB Kings.
22.Start a blog and keep it updated.
23. Cook more Sunday lunches for my family.
24. See the duck march at the Peabody (there are a lot of cool things in Memphis that I haven’t done).
25. Get dressed up and attend a show at the Orpheum.
26. Invite more friends to church.
27. Finish designing and planting the flower beds at the house.
28. Learn how to can vegetables and make jellies/preserves.
29. Go see the Velcro Pygmies one last time.
30. Learn to water ski.
1. Go to Vegas. . . with the girls.
2. Get my gun carry permit.
3.
4. Be a bar tender for a night.
5. Drive a race car. On a track or on a drag strip. Either works for me.
6. Finish decorating the house.
7. Cook a gourmet meal for friends.
8. Take a photography class - or at least learn more about photography.
9.
10. Learn how to swim better.
11. Have all my girlfriends to my house one weekend with no husbands, kids, boyfriends, work or any other distractions. Just fun!
12. Drive a Mercedes McLaren.
13.
14.
16. Have Sunday brunch at the Peabody.
17. Do the Diabetes 5K for the 3rd year in a row! For my dad and grandad. 18. Have a romantic dinner on the patio of Jarrett’s.
19. Go paintballing.
20. Go to Key West to see the sunrise and sunset.
21.
22.
23. Cook more Sunday lunches for my family.
24. See the duck march at the Peabody (there are a lot of cool things in Memphis that I haven’t done).
25. Get dressed up and attend a show at the Orpheum.
26. Invite more friends to church.
27. Finish designing and planting the flower beds at the house.
28. Learn how to can vegetables and make jellies/preserves.
29. Go see the Velcro Pygmies one last time.
30. Learn to water ski.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Connections
There aren't that many things I will claim as something I am good at, but one thing I have discovered is my joy and ability in connecting people. Whether it is helping my sister find the perfect photographer for her wedding day, or helping a former intern find a job, I love helping people with my resources.
I wanted to share some amazing connections I have made along the way. I have included links to their blogs or Facebook page. I hope you become friends, fans or followers of these folks and share your connections with them.
Whiskersnaps Photography www.whiskersnaps.com or www.whiskersnapsblog.com
I am Memphis Pretty http://www.facebook.com/iammemphispretty
Atomic Graphics (Printer) www.atomicgraphics.biz
The Growth Coach http://businesscoachmemphis.com/
I wanted to share some amazing connections I have made along the way. I have included links to their blogs or Facebook page. I hope you become friends, fans or followers of these folks and share your connections with them.
Whiskersnaps Photography www.whiskersnaps.com or www.whiskersnapsblog.com
I am Memphis Pretty http://www.facebook.com/iammemphispretty
Atomic Graphics (Printer) www.atomicgraphics.biz
The Growth Coach http://businesscoachmemphis.com/
Friday, March 25, 2011
Homemade Macaroni and Cheese
I really enjoy cooking and eating food made from scratch, but I just don't have that much time to do it as often as I would like. So, I have started trying to find recipes that have the homemade taste and feel, but don't keep me in the kitchen for hours at a time.
This receipe is from one of my cookbooks (the name of the cookbook escapes me at the momemnt) and it is delicious!
Ingredients:
12 oz box of macaroni shell pasta
1 bag of shredded cheese
5 cups of 2% milk (you can use skim if you prefer)
1/2 cup of water
2 tablespoons of butter
salt and pepper
Start with a 9 x 13 pan and use the butter to grease the bottom of the pan; melt the remaining butter to be mixed in later. Layer the macaroni shells across the bottom of the pan. Mix the shredded cheese, milk and remaining melted butter together and pour over the macaroni shells. Salt and pepper to taste then give everything a good stir.
Bake at 350 for an hour or until the liquid is soaked up by the pasta.
This makes a large portion, so I take half of it and put it in the freezer. When we are ready for mac-and-cheese I pull it out of the freezer and heat at 350 until it is warm and bubbly.
Enjoy!
This receipe is from one of my cookbooks (the name of the cookbook escapes me at the momemnt) and it is delicious!
Ingredients:
12 oz box of macaroni shell pasta
1 bag of shredded cheese
5 cups of 2% milk (you can use skim if you prefer)
1/2 cup of water
2 tablespoons of butter
salt and pepper
Start with a 9 x 13 pan and use the butter to grease the bottom of the pan; melt the remaining butter to be mixed in later. Layer the macaroni shells across the bottom of the pan. Mix the shredded cheese, milk and remaining melted butter together and pour over the macaroni shells. Salt and pepper to taste then give everything a good stir.
Bake at 350 for an hour or until the liquid is soaked up by the pasta.
This makes a large portion, so I take half of it and put it in the freezer. When we are ready for mac-and-cheese I pull it out of the freezer and heat at 350 until it is warm and bubbly.
Enjoy!
Wedding Stuff
I know I have mentioned that my beautiful sister is getting married in May and I couldn't be more excited! She is marrying a wonderful man who we all adore.
Her wedding made me start thinking about my wedding, my husband and where we are now. My blog is titled, "Just Past Main Street," primarily because we actually live past Main Street in our city and because we have always been a little off the beaten path. Here's a glimpse as to why. . .
I met my husband the night I graduated from high school. I went to school with his baby brother and as high schoolers sometimes do, we had a little get together to celebrate the end of high school and all the crazy, wonderful things to come. My husband stopped by that night to wish his brother well, but he met me at the front door instead. I asked him who he was there to see, he named his brother and then I informed him that our gathering was not for old people. See, my husband is 8 years older than I.
Anyhow, I let him and his friends into our celebration. They hung out, everyone was talking and laughing, celebrating our big step into the real world. After spending some time with him, I was really surprised at how much we had in common despite the age difference.
A few weeks later I called him and asked him out. Yep, I called information (we didn't have yellowpages.com then), got his phone number and called him at his apartment where he was in college. I wish you could hear the surprise in his voice when he answered the phone and heard me on the other end.
The short version is we dated off and on while I was in college and when he moved to another city to start his career after he graduated college. When it came time for me to graduate, we decided that I would move to where he was living and take things from there.
Months later we were engaged (that is another story) and then married. We decided to do an unofficial elopement. Yep, we took off to a Caribbean Island, just the two of us and got married on my mom's birthday. It was wonderful! We had the best time and still look back on our wedding as one of the greatest times of our lives.
Fast forward a few years and here we are with our sweet little boy, rescued dog and to borrow a phrase from my friend H, we are "livin the dream." It really is a dream - meeting my husband at a high school party and surviving a long distance relationship, growing up, getting married and becoming parents.
We still have a long way to go, but we still like being a little unconventional at times. It is what works for us and our lives, Just Past Main Street.
Her wedding made me start thinking about my wedding, my husband and where we are now. My blog is titled, "Just Past Main Street," primarily because we actually live past Main Street in our city and because we have always been a little off the beaten path. Here's a glimpse as to why. . .
I met my husband the night I graduated from high school. I went to school with his baby brother and as high schoolers sometimes do, we had a little get together to celebrate the end of high school and all the crazy, wonderful things to come. My husband stopped by that night to wish his brother well, but he met me at the front door instead. I asked him who he was there to see, he named his brother and then I informed him that our gathering was not for old people. See, my husband is 8 years older than I.
Anyhow, I let him and his friends into our celebration. They hung out, everyone was talking and laughing, celebrating our big step into the real world. After spending some time with him, I was really surprised at how much we had in common despite the age difference.
A few weeks later I called him and asked him out. Yep, I called information (we didn't have yellowpages.com then), got his phone number and called him at his apartment where he was in college. I wish you could hear the surprise in his voice when he answered the phone and heard me on the other end.
The short version is we dated off and on while I was in college and when he moved to another city to start his career after he graduated college. When it came time for me to graduate, we decided that I would move to where he was living and take things from there.
Months later we were engaged (that is another story) and then married. We decided to do an unofficial elopement. Yep, we took off to a Caribbean Island, just the two of us and got married on my mom's birthday. It was wonderful! We had the best time and still look back on our wedding as one of the greatest times of our lives.
Fast forward a few years and here we are with our sweet little boy, rescued dog and to borrow a phrase from my friend H, we are "livin the dream." It really is a dream - meeting my husband at a high school party and surviving a long distance relationship, growing up, getting married and becoming parents.
We still have a long way to go, but we still like being a little unconventional at times. It is what works for us and our lives, Just Past Main Street.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Gumbo Recipe
We tried another recipe this week and loved it! It is a healthy version of gumbo.
Ingredients:
1 carton of chicken stock
1 quart of tomatoes
1 bag of okra
1 small yellow onion
3 stalks of celery
olive oil
black pepper
garlic powder
cajun seasoning
1 bag of shrimp
2 chicken breasts
1 smoked sausage
Coat bottom of pan with oilve oil, dice up yellow onion and celery; sautee in olive oil. In a large pot, add chicken stock and tomatoes; bring to simmer. Add onion and celery to tomato/chicken stock. Add okra to large pot. In same pan that you cooked the onion and celery, sautee chicken cut into 1-inch chunks with cajun seasoning sprinkled over chicken. Do the same for the sausage. Add meat to pot with chicken stock and tomatoes. Add fresh-cracked black pepper - I did about 5 turns on the pepper gridner, cajun seasoning - I did about a tablespoon (taste it and see what flavor you like), and garlic powder - I did about a teaspoon. I don't season all at once - I add some, let it cook, then taste and add more if necessary. That way you don't over do it. At the very end, add the shrimp and let it cook a few more minutes. Serve over rice.
Ingredients:
1 carton of chicken stock
1 quart of tomatoes
1 bag of okra
1 small yellow onion
3 stalks of celery
olive oil
black pepper
garlic powder
cajun seasoning
1 bag of shrimp
2 chicken breasts
1 smoked sausage
Coat bottom of pan with oilve oil, dice up yellow onion and celery; sautee in olive oil. In a large pot, add chicken stock and tomatoes; bring to simmer. Add onion and celery to tomato/chicken stock. Add okra to large pot. In same pan that you cooked the onion and celery, sautee chicken cut into 1-inch chunks with cajun seasoning sprinkled over chicken. Do the same for the sausage. Add meat to pot with chicken stock and tomatoes. Add fresh-cracked black pepper - I did about 5 turns on the pepper gridner, cajun seasoning - I did about a tablespoon (taste it and see what flavor you like), and garlic powder - I did about a teaspoon. I don't season all at once - I add some, let it cook, then taste and add more if necessary. That way you don't over do it. At the very end, add the shrimp and let it cook a few more minutes. Serve over rice.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
A Story About A
Wanted to share a funny story about my son, who for privacy purposes I call "A." During the recent snow in our city, my son and I went outside to play. As we were attempting to make snowmen, throwing snowballs and having fun, a child walked by our house on the sidewalk. He was about 7 or 8 years old and was just walking past our house minding his own business when my son decided to strike up a conversation. It went a little something like this:
A: Hey!
Boy: No response.
A: HEY!
Boy: No response.
A: HEY KID!
Boy: Still no response, now walking faster.
A: HEY KID, I TALKIN' TO YOU!
Boy: No response.
A: Mommy, why he not talk to be? Why dat boy not talkin to me?
Me: Son (through laughter), not everyone wants to talk to us. Some people don't like talking to people they don't know and some people just don't like talking.
A shrugged his shoulders and didn't really seem to think too much more about the kid who wouldn't talk to him. He tackled me in the yard and we continued making snow balls and enjoying being together on that beautiful, snowy day. Oh, to be like him and not worry about the people who aren't interested in talking to us and worry about the people who are right in front of us.
A: Hey!
Boy: No response.
A: HEY!
Boy: No response.
A: HEY KID!
Boy: Still no response, now walking faster.
A: HEY KID, I TALKIN' TO YOU!
Boy: No response.
A: Mommy, why he not talk to be? Why dat boy not talkin to me?
Me: Son (through laughter), not everyone wants to talk to us. Some people don't like talking to people they don't know and some people just don't like talking.
A shrugged his shoulders and didn't really seem to think too much more about the kid who wouldn't talk to him. He tackled me in the yard and we continued making snow balls and enjoying being together on that beautiful, snowy day. Oh, to be like him and not worry about the people who aren't interested in talking to us and worry about the people who are right in front of us.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Why do you go to church?
So the last few Sundays, our pastor has been preaching on why people go to church. He referenced an article he read recently by Anne Butler (I'm trying to find said article and will update you when I have it).
Brother Don talked about some of the "typical" reasons people go to church. "I was raised in the church" or "I have just always gone to church." He also talked about us going to church relating to the fact that we ask hard questions in our chuch, questions that may never be answered.
It all got me to thinking about why I go to church and to be honest some of my answers surprised me.
I go to church because I feel it is the right thing to do but there is some depth as to why I feel it is the right thing. Here is why I feel it is the right thing to do: as Christians we are too praise and honor our God - what better way to do it than with other Christians in our beautiful sanctuary. I feel it is the right way to honor God. I also know that it is not the only way to honor God. I know that you can worship and praise God any where you are - in your car, on a walk, or at your family dinner table.
I go to church because I want to set an example for my son, that I go to church because I love it, it helps me start my week off the right way and it keeps me focused and reinforces my Christianity. I want my son to see me asking God for forgiveness of my sins, praising Him for the good things in my life and helping others in His name.
I also go to church to learn more. There is so much history in the Bible, so many wonderful examples of struggles people have faced since the beginning of time and it is inspirational. It inspires me to know that God loves us and has loved generations of humans who were just that. . . human.
Brother Don talked about some of the "typical" reasons people go to church. "I was raised in the church" or "I have just always gone to church." He also talked about us going to church relating to the fact that we ask hard questions in our chuch, questions that may never be answered.
It all got me to thinking about why I go to church and to be honest some of my answers surprised me.
I go to church because I feel it is the right thing to do but there is some depth as to why I feel it is the right thing. Here is why I feel it is the right thing to do: as Christians we are too praise and honor our God - what better way to do it than with other Christians in our beautiful sanctuary. I feel it is the right way to honor God. I also know that it is not the only way to honor God. I know that you can worship and praise God any where you are - in your car, on a walk, or at your family dinner table.
I go to church because I want to set an example for my son, that I go to church because I love it, it helps me start my week off the right way and it keeps me focused and reinforces my Christianity. I want my son to see me asking God for forgiveness of my sins, praising Him for the good things in my life and helping others in His name.
I also go to church to learn more. There is so much history in the Bible, so many wonderful examples of struggles people have faced since the beginning of time and it is inspirational. It inspires me to know that God loves us and has loved generations of humans who were just that. . . human.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Perspective
Last Friday I was at an event for my job. The event is a 12 hour radio and tv fundraiser to help make wishes come true for children with life-threatening medical conditions.
Throughout the day I was struck by the people who wanted to help, whether is was the radio/tv folks asking their listeners/viewers to donate, the volunteers who gave their time so generously and the wish families who came back to share their stories of hope, strength and joy. Sometimes I think we focus so much on the bad it is very easy to forget the good and that day was a day full of good things.
I usually do well with controlling my emotions - it is my job to tell people about the Foundation and do it in an emotionally provocative way, but still keep my composure and be professional. There was an instance that really go me that day. A little boy around my son's age who has cancer and his mom came to do an interview for the radio-thon. He had already received his wish. He was absolutely precious; a sweet face with cute little cheeks, blue eyes and sandy brown hair. He reminded me so much of my son that when I looked at him I couldn't help buy cry. I honestly don't know his prognosis. Some of our wish kids beat their illness and live long lives, others do not. As a mother I cannot fathom what our wish families go through. I cannot imagine what it is like to have a child who is very sick. All I wanted to do was go get A from school, take him to do something fun and give him all the hugs and kisses I could give. I talked to my husband on my way home and told him how much it touched me to see this little boy and how I couldn't wait to see my own. When I came home I heard "MOMMYYYYYYY!" My husband had let our son stay up so I could see him and give him the biggest hug I could muster. I, of course, started crying and hugged him so tight he said "Mommy, dat too much!" It was the best hug ever.
Throughout the day I was struck by the people who wanted to help, whether is was the radio/tv folks asking their listeners/viewers to donate, the volunteers who gave their time so generously and the wish families who came back to share their stories of hope, strength and joy. Sometimes I think we focus so much on the bad it is very easy to forget the good and that day was a day full of good things.
I usually do well with controlling my emotions - it is my job to tell people about the Foundation and do it in an emotionally provocative way, but still keep my composure and be professional. There was an instance that really go me that day. A little boy around my son's age who has cancer and his mom came to do an interview for the radio-thon. He had already received his wish. He was absolutely precious; a sweet face with cute little cheeks, blue eyes and sandy brown hair. He reminded me so much of my son that when I looked at him I couldn't help buy cry. I honestly don't know his prognosis. Some of our wish kids beat their illness and live long lives, others do not. As a mother I cannot fathom what our wish families go through. I cannot imagine what it is like to have a child who is very sick. All I wanted to do was go get A from school, take him to do something fun and give him all the hugs and kisses I could give. I talked to my husband on my way home and told him how much it touched me to see this little boy and how I couldn't wait to see my own. When I came home I heard "MOMMYYYYYYY!" My husband had let our son stay up so I could see him and give him the biggest hug I could muster. I, of course, started crying and hugged him so tight he said "Mommy, dat too much!" It was the best hug ever.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sister's Wedding Update
I am so excited and blessed, to be a part of my sister's wedding. We talk on the phone every day and I honestly don't know what I would do without her. There is something about a bond that sister's have and I am so thankful for her.
As part of my matron of honor duties I have the joy of attending showers, planning her bachelorette party and most importantly standing beside her on her wedding day. It is such an honor to be that person and I can't wait for all of the fun showers and parties to come!
I am also very excited that she is wearing my wedding dress. It looks beautiful on her and it will be the second beach wedding for our dress! I have played the day over in my head a hundred times and I am sure I will cry, but I think overall I will be smiling the entire time!
As part of my matron of honor duties I have the joy of attending showers, planning her bachelorette party and most importantly standing beside her on her wedding day. It is such an honor to be that person and I can't wait for all of the fun showers and parties to come!
I am also very excited that she is wearing my wedding dress. It looks beautiful on her and it will be the second beach wedding for our dress! I have played the day over in my head a hundred times and I am sure I will cry, but I think overall I will be smiling the entire time!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
New Recipe - coffee braised brisket
From the January 2011 RealSimple Magazine with a few minor adjustments. . .
Coffee-Braised Brisket with Potatoes and Carrots
Hands on time: 10 minutes (a little more than that), total cook time: 8 hours, serves 4
1 medium onion, peeled and quartered
1 pound new potatoes (about 12)
1 pound medium carrots, cut into 2 1/2 inch lengths
2 1/2 pounds beef brisket, trimmed Kosher salt and black pepper
1 6-ounce can tomato paste
1/2 cup brewed black coffee
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
2 tablespoons packed light brown sugar
2 tablespoons chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
I salt, peppered and olive oiled the brisket, then seared it in a hot skillet before putting it in the crock pot. The recipe does not call to do this, but I think it makes it more flavorful.
In the bottom of a 5- to 6-quart slow cooker, combine the onion, potatoes and carrots. I used red potatoes instead, and only used about 5 medium-sized potatoes. Place the seared beef on top of the vegetables.
In a small bowl, whisk together the tomato paste, coffee, Worcestershire sauce, and brown sugar, pour over the beef and vegetables. I used 1 tablespoon of the brown sugar because we didn't want it too sweet. Cover and cook on low until the beef and vegetables are tender, about 7 to 8 hours.
Slice the beef across the grain and serve with the vegetables and sauce, sprinkled with parsley. Serve with bread if desired.
I didn't use the parsley and we served it with cheese grits.
Enjoy!
Coffee-Braised Brisket with Potatoes and Carrots
Hands on time: 10 minutes (a little more than that), total cook time: 8 hours, serves 4
1 medium onion, peeled and quartered
1 pound new potatoes (about 12)
1 pound medium carrots, cut into 2 1/2 inch lengths
2 1/2 pounds beef brisket, trimmed Kosher salt and black pepper
1 6-ounce can tomato paste
1/2 cup brewed black coffee
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
2 tablespoons packed light brown sugar
2 tablespoons chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
I salt, peppered and olive oiled the brisket, then seared it in a hot skillet before putting it in the crock pot. The recipe does not call to do this, but I think it makes it more flavorful.
In the bottom of a 5- to 6-quart slow cooker, combine the onion, potatoes and carrots. I used red potatoes instead, and only used about 5 medium-sized potatoes. Place the seared beef on top of the vegetables.
In a small bowl, whisk together the tomato paste, coffee, Worcestershire sauce, and brown sugar, pour over the beef and vegetables. I used 1 tablespoon of the brown sugar because we didn't want it too sweet. Cover and cook on low until the beef and vegetables are tender, about 7 to 8 hours.
Slice the beef across the grain and serve with the vegetables and sauce, sprinkled with parsley. Serve with bread if desired.
I didn't use the parsley and we served it with cheese grits.
Enjoy!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Homework Project
So, A's teacher sent home a homework project for us to do (yes he is 2 and has homework). The project is related to Martin Luther King Day and asks us as parents to write down our dreams for our child, talk about it with your child and then bring it to class.
I started thinking about my hopes and dreams for him and here is what I wrote:
Follow the Lord and keep Him in your life. I dream for you to be happy, healthy and kind all the days of your life; to have all you'll ever need and appreciate all you have. I dream about the success you have had and will continue to have. I dream of the day you realize how much we love you, and even then you won't really know. I dream about all the fun we will have as you grow up. Love, Mom
I ran out of room on the paper for the assignment and didn't get to finish my other dreams. It gave me a lot to think about and reminded me of all I have to look forward to.
I started thinking about my hopes and dreams for him and here is what I wrote:
Follow the Lord and keep Him in your life. I dream for you to be happy, healthy and kind all the days of your life; to have all you'll ever need and appreciate all you have. I dream about the success you have had and will continue to have. I dream of the day you realize how much we love you, and even then you won't really know. I dream about all the fun we will have as you grow up. Love, Mom
I ran out of room on the paper for the assignment and didn't get to finish my other dreams. It gave me a lot to think about and reminded me of all I have to look forward to.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Grandmother's Cocoa Gravy
Hi friends,
I wanted to share a Southern recipe that my grandmother has made ever since I can remember. It is delicious served over hot, buttered biscuits.
Cocoa Gravy
1 1/2 cups of sugar
2 cups of milk
4 tablespoons of cocoa power
dash of salt
Mix sugar and cocoa powder together in a pot on the stovetop. Add milk, stirring as you go. Let ingredients simmer until thickened. Serve over hot, buttered biscuits.
I wanted to share a Southern recipe that my grandmother has made ever since I can remember. It is delicious served over hot, buttered biscuits.
Cocoa Gravy
1 1/2 cups of sugar
2 cups of milk
4 tablespoons of cocoa power
dash of salt
Mix sugar and cocoa powder together in a pot on the stovetop. Add milk, stirring as you go. Let ingredients simmer until thickened. Serve over hot, buttered biscuits.
Friday, January 7, 2011
30 x 30 Update
I wanted to share a quick update on 30 things to do by my 30th birthday. I know I am past my 30th birthday, but I thought I should continue working on my list!
1. Go to Vegas. . . with the girls.
2. Get my gun carry permit.
3.Meet Bret Michaels.
4. Be a bar tender for a night.
5. Drive a race car. On a track or on a drag strip. Either works for me.
6. Finish decorating the house.
7. Cook a gourmet meal for friends.
8. Take a photography class - or at least learn more about photography.
9.Start a vitamin regimin.
10. Learn how to swim better.
11. Have all my girlfriends to my house one weekend with no husbands, kids, boyfriends, work or any other distractions. Just fun!
12. Drive a Mercedes McLaren.
13. Get my eyes checked. Boring. I know.
14.Buy a really nice handbag.
15. Bring a good volunteer project to my church.
16. Have Sunday brunch at the Peabody.
17.Do the Diabetes 5K for the 3rd year in a row! For my dad and grandad. 18. Have a romantic dinner on the patio of Jarrett’s.
19. Go paintballing.
20. Go to Key West to see the sunrise and sunset.
21.Have dinner at Itta Beena at BB Kings.
22.Start a blog and keep it updated.
23.Cook more Sunday lunches for my family.
24. See the duck march at the Peabody (there are a lot of cool things in Memphis that I haven’t done).
25. Get dressed up and attend a show at the Orpheum.
26. Invite more friends to church.
27. Finish designing and planting the flower beds at the house.
28. Learn how to can vegetables and make jellies/preserves.
29. Go see the Velcro Pygmies one last time.
30. Learn to water ski.
1. Go to Vegas. . . with the girls.
2. Get my gun carry permit.
3.
4. Be a bar tender for a night.
5. Drive a race car. On a track or on a drag strip. Either works for me.
6. Finish decorating the house.
7. Cook a gourmet meal for friends.
8. Take a photography class - or at least learn more about photography.
9.
10. Learn how to swim better.
11. Have all my girlfriends to my house one weekend with no husbands, kids, boyfriends, work or any other distractions. Just fun!
12. Drive a Mercedes McLaren.
13. Get my eyes checked. Boring. I know.
14.
15. Bring a good volunteer project to my church.
16. Have Sunday brunch at the Peabody.
17.
19. Go paintballing.
20. Go to Key West to see the sunrise and sunset.
21.
22.
23.
24. See the duck march at the Peabody (there are a lot of cool things in Memphis that I haven’t done).
25. Get dressed up and attend a show at the Orpheum.
26. Invite more friends to church.
27. Finish designing and planting the flower beds at the house.
28. Learn how to can vegetables and make jellies/preserves.
29. Go see the Velcro Pygmies one last time.
30. Learn to water ski.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Fun Things!
Hi friends and family,
I have been a total slacker in not sharing some really great news with you: my sister is engaged!!! That's right fellas, as of this summer she will be off the market!
I am very honored to serve as her matron of honor (matron = old + married)! My son will be the ring bearer, and he will be the cutest one you have ever seen I am sure. Her fiance's brother will be best man, and her fiance's neice will be the flower girl. We are all going to be adorable!
I am so happy for my sister - She deserves this excitement and happiness more than anyone else I know. I am having a blast picking out things for presents and little happies to make her big day special. My sister is an inspirational individual and I want to make sure everything for her wedding day is special.
One other beautiful thing? She is going to wear my wedding dress on her big day - isn't that fantastic! I was so excited when she said she wanted to wear it! It will be in our family for future daughters or daughter-in-law to wear if they wish.
Here is to my sister, who will be the most beautiful bride I have ever seen - may you have years and years of happiness, trust and love!
I have been a total slacker in not sharing some really great news with you: my sister is engaged!!! That's right fellas, as of this summer she will be off the market!
I am very honored to serve as her matron of honor (matron = old + married)! My son will be the ring bearer, and he will be the cutest one you have ever seen I am sure. Her fiance's brother will be best man, and her fiance's neice will be the flower girl. We are all going to be adorable!
I am so happy for my sister - She deserves this excitement and happiness more than anyone else I know. I am having a blast picking out things for presents and little happies to make her big day special. My sister is an inspirational individual and I want to make sure everything for her wedding day is special.
One other beautiful thing? She is going to wear my wedding dress on her big day - isn't that fantastic! I was so excited when she said she wanted to wear it! It will be in our family for future daughters or daughter-in-law to wear if they wish.
Here is to my sister, who will be the most beautiful bride I have ever seen - may you have years and years of happiness, trust and love!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Why?
2011 has started off as a year with loss, challenges and frustrations. I think we have all asked the question: Why? Why does bad/sad things happen to people we love? Or even people we don't know but feel compassion for?
While sitting in church last Sunday our paster talked about why bad things happen. This particular sermon struck a nerve with me. With losses I have experienced in my life, specifically the miscarriage we had before having Alex, people told us "it was God's will" or "it was in God's plan." What I discovered is that is not entirely true, and as much as you think it is a comfort to say those things, it really is not comforting at all.
The overall message was that God is not sitting in Heaven selecting people and making bad things happen. God loves His children and what I learned on Sunday made me feel so comforted. The Grace of God is that He makes Himself available when His children are hurting. He comforts us through hugs from friends and family, food that is made with love or a simple card sent to someone during a time of crisis or pain. He gives us the strength and determination to power through.
So what I am saying is this: God does not let bad things happen. He lifts us up when bad things do happen.
While sitting in church last Sunday our paster talked about why bad things happen. This particular sermon struck a nerve with me. With losses I have experienced in my life, specifically the miscarriage we had before having Alex, people told us "it was God's will" or "it was in God's plan." What I discovered is that is not entirely true, and as much as you think it is a comfort to say those things, it really is not comforting at all.
The overall message was that God is not sitting in Heaven selecting people and making bad things happen. God loves His children and what I learned on Sunday made me feel so comforted. The Grace of God is that He makes Himself available when His children are hurting. He comforts us through hugs from friends and family, food that is made with love or a simple card sent to someone during a time of crisis or pain. He gives us the strength and determination to power through.
So what I am saying is this: God does not let bad things happen. He lifts us up when bad things do happen.
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