tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11785711885344651172024-03-13T09:14:58.792-07:00ppppfffffttttttwhat is ppppffffftttttt? exactly.a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.comBlogger362125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-52855966501930737512013-11-06T13:29:00.001-08:002013-11-06T13:33:11.291-08:00Halloween for Wesley the Dino<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklrW3Q7jkhLcajLp81ziqFIvdS-8QhKnDxufpjlDIBhEJu6LUZvr9Iw_xRxR1xNRIGqxVS-G6i7awP-rY9QUHnjpf3lbuhHOMekBxZ0pXvTxI2OVEOiJTyOtXTXsYMR0iEm61KJxAaZKm/s640/blogger-image-1059327238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklrW3Q7jkhLcajLp81ziqFIvdS-8QhKnDxufpjlDIBhEJu6LUZvr9Iw_xRxR1xNRIGqxVS-G6i7awP-rY9QUHnjpf3lbuhHOMekBxZ0pXvTxI2OVEOiJTyOtXTXsYMR0iEm61KJxAaZKm/s640/blogger-image-1059327238.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Balloon given at storytime on Halloween Eve was a hit. It's one of the words he can "say" but comes out "boon boon".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaO6nzfhqP5sGKcD6zVPyxZWG6qLwwGDHQzBDhSn1fEDta8a5m-rjaMuXo8dCVxiTbdKUbG12P6EcLuRi0-wWGkRGNF5ry_J7g2F4-h8C9R6OD7qDj3dLLoUzaLw1aZSNeNmPmgHXXAYs3/s640/blogger-image-2037297239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaO6nzfhqP5sGKcD6zVPyxZWG6qLwwGDHQzBDhSn1fEDta8a5m-rjaMuXo8dCVxiTbdKUbG12P6EcLuRi0-wWGkRGNF5ry_J7g2F4-h8C9R6OD7qDj3dLLoUzaLw1aZSNeNmPmgHXXAYs3/s640/blogger-image-2037297239.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">An attmept at the group picture at the storytime Halloween party. I kept on picking up Wesley and setting him in the group and he would promptly walk away and just stare at everyone? I don't know? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIWw6zisCMKIy8BoZBSTAHnEPrS7Sw9wfBCaPlnaJoTljVydE7PgAv3cnx0N8cye7mBBKAoY2-jPDoDA0V-vnISL0qZKOfZynclYsBe-e942H2F9CwrIFW4nWl5NWdWWCzuvpw_rxQZnK/s640/blogger-image--2076089883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIWw6zisCMKIy8BoZBSTAHnEPrS7Sw9wfBCaPlnaJoTljVydE7PgAv3cnx0N8cye7mBBKAoY2-jPDoDA0V-vnISL0qZKOfZynclYsBe-e942H2F9CwrIFW4nWl5NWdWWCzuvpw_rxQZnK/s640/blogger-image--2076089883.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Dino's need water too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYBrl4idVjldqrFlrp6nJGdgAsWroICj9LXlW0yQu0nmDBDRLkpbBxxZLi8ZUePXnqODG3K1GNCdkW1cIhBs5l_t4ZHpfVhJ98RexQqdTciUPEZzzHP4f27pksdQmyfWj04E6LtsklWfn/s640/blogger-image--14693859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYBrl4idVjldqrFlrp6nJGdgAsWroICj9LXlW0yQu0nmDBDRLkpbBxxZLi8ZUePXnqODG3K1GNCdkW1cIhBs5l_t4ZHpfVhJ98RexQqdTciUPEZzzHP4f27pksdQmyfWj04E6LtsklWfn/s640/blogger-image--14693859.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On Halloween we had to run to get a few things at the store and Wesley wanted to wear his costume. And let's face it I wanted him to wear his costume. Stage mom. ;) The check-out lady was so nice and insisted on giving Wesley a blow pop. But it was one of those things that was nice but I was like "wait maybe not??" But then, I thought you know what it's Halloween- whatever...let him have a little sugar! He would probably have a couple licks and get sick of it anyway!!! No no, that didn't happen. Somehow by the time we got to the car there was blow pop all over both of us and when I tried to get the thing out of his mouth he would clench his jaw really tight. That's the stage we were at in the above picture. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Eventually I took him trick or treating to a couple of the shops that we live behind and he was so distracted by the other trick or treaters he let me take the blow pop out of his mouth. He had sucked all the way to the gum? Intense. Baby's first blow pop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As I mentioned the shops in downtown Guthrie do trick or treating for the kids. Lots of kids come...hundreds! So Wesley and I braved that for a very short while. He held my hand and we stopped at a couple stores and they would put candy in his bag. As long as he held my hand this system was working. But he tires quickly from holding my hand and thinks it's perfectly ok to run through the streets alone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ZmhFX9M3BLHteGhhfH8-ja1c7rMfolcAXO9zL_CihLY_DBCvOZOPaKf5KNH5B-Je3lD5_4JNJ2ymg68lxT-FarF39ivhyphenhyphencEQUjCp48woR9blMCVhIzZlsZQBiVjId7-PxUdJk9I4nMs/s640/blogger-image--1810228653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8ZmhFX9M3BLHteGhhfH8-ja1c7rMfolcAXO9zL_CihLY_DBCvOZOPaKf5KNH5B-Je3lD5_4JNJ2ymg68lxT-FarF39ivhyphenhyphencEQUjCp48woR9blMCVhIzZlsZQBiVjId7-PxUdJk9I4nMs/s640/blogger-image--1810228653.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Runaway Dino. Wrong way buddy...trick or treating is in the other direction.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We finally had to call it a night after he kept insisting on running away. When I brought him home he was crying so hard. He wanted to go back outside and trick or treat. I told that to Robert and he said it sounded like it was a successful first trick or treat. I guess his theory is leave them wanting more. Wesley the Dino definitely wanted more Halloween and blow pops.</div></div></div></div></div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-18068290322064497742013-10-30T13:22:00.001-07:002013-10-30T13:22:04.797-07:00HP<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVCtodNuO6nZv1QpXENcml_bwvbHRMsequlxxK-XPStr3JtHbShb-GohKzt5i5SjdXOktu5LP5L-kJ3icl3TIJw66YjNg2rQfr2bkGL8mdYoYMa9TA7MqCnBW_3e27sASqwRDal2CQ9Ri/s640/blogger-image--1007823292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVCtodNuO6nZv1QpXENcml_bwvbHRMsequlxxK-XPStr3JtHbShb-GohKzt5i5SjdXOktu5LP5L-kJ3icl3TIJw66YjNg2rQfr2bkGL8mdYoYMa9TA7MqCnBW_3e27sASqwRDal2CQ9Ri/s640/blogger-image--1007823292.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You will only find this slightly funny if you're from or have lived in Dallas. Guthrie's premiere park is named Highland Park, which is ironic because nothing in Guthrie resembles the community of Highland Park in Dallas. Seriously, nothing. I can't think of a single thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">No offense to Guthrie. You have your charm and cobblestone roads, but you're just not Highland Park. Not even a distant cousin if we are being real. </div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-50553999641829130942013-10-30T13:00:00.001-07:002013-10-30T13:09:02.109-07:00Reluctant crafting...So Wesley goes to storytime every Wednesdy at the public library here which is about a 2 minute walk from where we live. He's still on the young side to get into the songs and rhymes or sit still, but I think it's good for him to go and I think he does enjoy it even when he's running around like he has ADHD and all the other kids are sitting there quietly listening. <div><br></div><div>At the beginning of October there was a sign up sheet out to bring stuff to the upcoming Halloween party, which was actually today, the 30th. I signed up for juice boxes, thinking I can't mess that up...that will be easy!</div><div><br></div><div>At the next story time the sheet is still out and I see that someone has also signed up to bring juice boxes. I mean like 7 kids under 4 come to this story time. How many juice box volunteers do we need??</div><div><br></div><div>At the end of story time, the fellow juice box signer, calls me out. </div><div>"Who else singed up for juice boxes??!" </div><div>"That's me!" I say. </div><div>"Want to decorate them?" she says.</div><div>UMMM NO. I think, but I say...</div><div>"Well sure that would be fun!"</div><div>"Just go to Pinterest and search juice boxes and we can make mummy juice boxes. You know Pinterest, right." she says.</div><div>"Yes yes I know Pinterest!" I say. </div><div><br></div><div>Then she tells me that these are her grandkids that she brings to story time and she wishes Pinterest would have been around earlier. And I think "well really do you?!" because now we are decorating juice boxes for toddlers who won't even comprehend that it's supposed to be a mummy??! But I nod and say I know isn't it awesome?!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1itV_R2c9JBWhbb9qQu-cZeafrrZArEiCcHqQc3Z_v8g_6XQQtR33zNMhNejB2bMlMBeI-cJ1ESWw5vWCx051b9Hy2LMxZH2UefK-qfih5mXf0PV3PRMi8LH9I1iD9gBv6Ojg3JP1m4l0/s640/blogger-image--668386937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1itV_R2c9JBWhbb9qQu-cZeafrrZArEiCcHqQc3Z_v8g_6XQQtR33zNMhNejB2bMlMBeI-cJ1ESWw5vWCx051b9Hy2LMxZH2UefK-qfih5mXf0PV3PRMi8LH9I1iD9gBv6Ojg3JP1m4l0/s640/blogger-image--668386937.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My mummy juice boxes. In my mom life I wasn't prepared to have to buy "googly eyes" in the craft section before Wesley was two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To put the icing on the mummy juice box cake, this sweet crafty juice box-bringing grandma got there early and set up her juice boxes before me so therefore no one had one of my mummy juice boxes except one I forced on Wesley. So now, I have 12 mummy juice boxes, which brings me back to my primary issue- there didn't need to be 2 volunteers for juice boxes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pppppfffffffftttttttt</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here's what really scares me about this whole thing. This is just storytime in a really small town and I was already forced to craft?? What's going to happen when Wesley's in school in a bigger city?? I'm scared. I'm just scared.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePGvmeq2jyal66cpY9BPKqpLm8Cms2i7JVfnjmakii8BQZolhoe18Ty9u6lwafim1BQGsK7iScAfiHEYsv3srbK1MvdHqDN3QAE0uaHX1_iE9E_lhjqHtxad6yty89tHxr5nV8JsIH8f5/s640/blogger-image--2141278774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhePGvmeq2jyal66cpY9BPKqpLm8Cms2i7JVfnjmakii8BQZolhoe18Ty9u6lwafim1BQGsK7iScAfiHEYsv3srbK1MvdHqDN3QAE0uaHX1_iE9E_lhjqHtxad6yty89tHxr5nV8JsIH8f5/s640/blogger-image--2141278774.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There's a blurry Wesley, the dinosaur, and her mummy juice boxes in the corner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mummy juice boxes...just the beginning...</div><br></div><div><br></div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-76317705643111336942013-10-30T12:35:00.001-07:002013-10-30T12:35:59.460-07:00Meet Ringo!!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgvpHgXcfBfxTPPGkSi-S-0Wb86-t1FuUp7FxDuJHtxOInA2sP5_CkS_ioR4vziu_nM9TQWvlxCgdo4GV6QdSrbCdQ3YMtIYQaGL67SMJDBtljdEtqCvrnYE1xq8stQbxsVNClM6prNkS/s640/blogger-image--217701161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgvpHgXcfBfxTPPGkSi-S-0Wb86-t1FuUp7FxDuJHtxOInA2sP5_CkS_ioR4vziu_nM9TQWvlxCgdo4GV6QdSrbCdQ3YMtIYQaGL67SMJDBtljdEtqCvrnYE1xq8stQbxsVNClM6prNkS/s640/blogger-image--217701161.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJA4FSPQTTNKZT1LzUe-XKBP7fpPuN-pOP5hD-OGjpBkO72eoShvAKY7HIPB7IH1Rwpsf8NRSULaBW1kDh_PLECQr4E04gicaPt8XSd9oDLm5bTPHXXJnZB8N3_piLL6SXi0aqR3lcovk/s640/blogger-image-181879891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJA4FSPQTTNKZT1LzUe-XKBP7fpPuN-pOP5hD-OGjpBkO72eoShvAKY7HIPB7IH1Rwpsf8NRSULaBW1kDh_PLECQr4E04gicaPt8XSd9oDLm5bTPHXXJnZB8N3_piLL6SXi0aqR3lcovk/s640/blogger-image-181879891.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is Ringo the bear. Which Wesley just calls "B!!!" It's Wesley's favorite stuffed animal by far. His name is is Ringo because one of my best friends, Jill, gave it to Wesley when she asked him to be the ring bearer in her wedding. I don't know, the name just makes sense...am I right? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We sing a little tune to Ringo often..."Ringo, Ringo the bear!!!" #theweirdthingsparentsdo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyway, back to ring bearing- Wesley, of course, accepted the task and is so excited and honored to be part of such a special weekend. It's actually this weekend! Ahhhh! Tux is ordered, plans are set and we will see if Wesley can make it down the aisle without causing a scene or a viral you tube video about a 1 and a half year old causing a wedding disaster. </div><br></div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-55080905913364820142013-10-30T12:22:00.001-07:002013-10-30T12:22:25.249-07:00We've moved!You know those cute postcards people send out when they move to a new home? I love getting those and think they are so cute. If I was a together person and had superfluous funds maybe I would have sent some out the couple times we've moved over the past 18 months. <div><br></div><div>Yes we are gypsies! With a baby! </div><div><br></div><div>Just to catch you up....Wesley was born. 3 weeks later we went to Seattle for 6 weeks where the film my husbands been working on was in production. Then we came back to Dallas, put most of our stuff in storage and abruptly moved to Houston. Where we lived with my in-laws. For over a year. Yes, you're reading that correctly. See no wonder I had to stop blogging. No one needs to hear about living with your inlaws ;). It actually wasn't bad. Okay I'm lying it definitely was at times. Haha. Awkward laugh. But we survived and it was fine! Now we are living in Guthrie, Oklahoma where my husband is finishing up the film. We will be here until the end of November and then we're not sure.</div><div><br></div><div>It's been a little crazy sometimes. But I'm grateful to be along for the ride and keep the faith that God is in the drivers seat. When you are helpless in concrete plans for your future I've found it's pretty key just to trust God with the day ahead of you and not get ahead of yourself. It's extremely comforting to remind myself that He is all knowing and already has our little family's plan all mapped out. Everywhere He plants us is part of His plan. When I'm sulky about not being "settled" I remind myself of that and I get excited. I don't need to worry because God <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">already has the "we've moved" postcards addressed and filled out on every place we are ever going to live. He knows so I don't need to and that is a wonderful thing. :)</span></div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-87194456039942419552013-10-22T08:18:00.001-07:002013-10-22T08:18:47.446-07:00Things moms say....<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvm3jt8akWdfihjvSHDi98ywmcqpdt-w06sJlqo0bN-3ZX75w0l-dLbTDUM8gbCCrsJelfgxCH3cHe1aLFr7ZXN7pNVd-SkrrRtH4NMhn951q0FKfjJyncx1jAlJQ3RAVUPrj2C9rrlN-/s640/blogger-image-1962089775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvm3jt8akWdfihjvSHDi98ywmcqpdt-w06sJlqo0bN-3ZX75w0l-dLbTDUM8gbCCrsJelfgxCH3cHe1aLFr7ZXN7pNVd-SkrrRtH4NMhn951q0FKfjJyncx1jAlJQ3RAVUPrj2C9rrlN-/s640/blogger-image-1962089775.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">About the middle of September, Sarah called and asked what I was doing. I replied, "getting out Wesley's Halloween books." She said, "Halloween books?" She didn't know that was a thing. Oh yes Halloween books are a thing. There's a whole display of them that come out in the Barnes and Noble children's section. My mother in law is mostly responsible for our collection. We are in full out Halloween book mode over here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sadly we don't have any Thanksgiving books. Poor neglected Turkey Day...</div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-57916671907200942922013-10-22T07:26:00.001-07:002013-10-22T07:26:20.859-07:00Currently<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrazC6r7t7E9WoX9EdlNvkw67G1OL22Pg3wt7yjp3GNirWB2iehREIGleLPrMzRlu-Z5WClkKxpCvFEoMJTJPmKdM1TQihirsq3lZJokznzc_RVjf_fpZhLoWd0U61ROL_lFDpWyGp1-j/s640/blogger-image-548918118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrazC6r7t7E9WoX9EdlNvkw67G1OL22Pg3wt7yjp3GNirWB2iehREIGleLPrMzRlu-Z5WClkKxpCvFEoMJTJPmKdM1TQihirsq3lZJokznzc_RVjf_fpZhLoWd0U61ROL_lFDpWyGp1-j/s640/blogger-image-548918118.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I looked from the kitchen to see this. Wesley with a book on his lap turning pages while watching the Today show. </div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-3973300535532100102013-10-21T13:37:00.001-07:002013-10-21T18:18:54.830-07:00Here's the thing....Hello to my 3 readers who are still out there. <div><br></div><div>Can you ever go back? Back home. Back to a relationship. Back to a blog? Can you pick back up something you've neglected? A hobby. A friend. A blog? </div><div><br></div><div>Does that work? How does that work? Did Emily Post or Kate Spade throw together an etiquette on this?</div><div><br></div><div>Can you go back to blogging on a blog that hasn't seen a post for over a year and a half? </div><div><br></div><div>Questions I ponder and do not know. I think some would say that you can't go back you can only go forward. With that in mind I feel that I would love and feel a pull to move forward and start up blogging again. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I miss the process of producing my typo filled posts. I miss sharing and I miss reading the blogs that I learned so much from </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">and felt so connected to.</span></div><div><div><br></div><div>I have to state - I do not know how moms blog. New moms, moms of toddlers, moms of adults (ok jk on the last one. Moms of adults live on Facebook. So we know they have time to blog.) what I do know is that moms DO blog because I used read their blogs daily. It will remain a mystery to me and I applaud those that do. Obviously, I could not make that work in my mom life. </div><div><br></div><div>What's funny is that I was going to post my whole birth story. Like I was writing the post in my head when I was still in the hospital. I had so much to share, stories over flowing that I didn't want to forget. I remember I wanted to start the post off with the bible verse that says "and the woman will have pain during child birth" and tell you all that I could now affirm that is true. God wasn't lying. Would I have 5 more babies though? The insane answer is yes. It's because the Bible also didn't lie about children being a gift from God. (Paraphrasing verses left and right here- excuse me.) It is so deeply deeply true. It is the most amazing gift and I still pinch myself that God gave this wonderful human to my husband and I. </div></div><div><br></div><div>I also fully intended to keep blogging post baby. (His name is Wesley by the way! 4 days away from being 18 months and a 30 pound muffinman. More on him later.) But, <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">here we are so we know what happened there. No blogging. And I am totally ok with it. Any mom out there, even the blogging ones, get it. The baby comes and consumes life in a wonderful way and there's little time to be a normal person and just breathe for a second, let </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">alone sit down and recap the events of the day in a blog post.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">But more and more I've been wanting to start again. Realizing that I can make the time. Knowing that even if I couldn't post often or a lot of content I wanted to get back in the habit. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I discovered you can blog from your phone. People have been probably doing this since 2005, but this discovery has invigorated my blogging desire because I don't have a laptop. (#notarealproblem and yes I </font><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">hashtag now.) My husband does have a laptop that I can use so don't start a charity for me just yet ;), but he needs it for work. So I solely use my phone and occasionally iPad for the days technology demands.</span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">So I'll be blogging from my phone?? Let's see how this goes!!!!! 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As you may be aware Seattle to Dallas is far. You also may be aware it's not exactly suggested to leave your 8 month old pregnant wife home alone in this "delicate state". There just wasn't a choice in the matter, he had to go and I had to stay. He made plans to come home Easter weekend and the two week stretch of praying I didn't go into labor while he was gone began. Honestly, God was so good to me during this time. I never ever felt alone or lonely or worried or scared. This is all 100% due to good, good friends. They were always checking in, always making me know I could call them at any time, always asking me to do things, always THERE. I'm too hormonal and it makes me want to cry. Instead of being a wreck during these 2 weeks, I actually found myself having fun? ha. I missed Robert a lot, but I enjoyed the surplus time with the girls. Let's be real, I'm going to have no life for a while after the baby comes...got to get in some "normal" things in with the girls while I can. Manicures, walks, movies, dinners...it's the little things that really made a huge difference those 2 weeks. </div>
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The weekend of week 35 brought an extra special treat. Sarah, Jenny and Lindsey planned a staycation at the Omni downtown together. They didn't let me help pay and I'm still upset about it. ha. Have you ever staycationed? I highly recommend it. I felt out of town and far away and it was needed and so so wonderful. Why is sitting by the pool with the girls the best thing ever? The Omni and the Omni pool definitely delivered. The views were great, the people watching was great. It was a perfect 24 hours. On top of that, Sarah gifted me a massage at the Omni spa. Incredible. Spa time/relaxation time...nothing better for a pregnant gal. </div>
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a book for baby boy signed by the girls. love it so much. and cups from Swoozies purchased by Debbie, oh i mean Jenny. ;)</div>
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So, week 36 obviously started out with a refreshing state of mind due to the staycation. Then, surprise, Robert came home a couple days early! Yay! Daddy's home!! haha. That's weird to say, but kind of fun. Also, week 36 began my weekly doctor's appointments. I came in this week a little worried because my feet looked like this.</div>
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Oh and I can't mention weeks 34-37 without bringing up the nursery progress. Thanks to Jenny, Lindsey and Ana, I have somewhat of a nursery put together!! Robert has helped too. I really couldn't have done it without them. Too. Overwhelmed. </div>
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The untrained eye can't see how much they did. Linds got the slipcover on that chair. I had tried 3 times and lost the battle. It was like some sort of mathmatical puzzel I couldn't solve. She also put the bedding on the crib. Jenny organized the drawers and got our changing table looking like a changing table. Ana has provided intensive interior design guidance and continues to, plus she gifted us with the longhorn. Nursery Mondays with Ana is a good time, we should have a show! Robert has had to hang all this stuff up...longhorn, curtains. It sounds like I've done nothing. ha. I think I have helped in some capacity, I don't know what right now? ha. It's still not done, but we are getting there. One step at a time. </div>
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That about wraps it up for now...I'm going to act like a baby and head out. #birthjoke #ha ppppfffffffftttttttt (sadly, one of the guys at work really told that joke this week...ugggg, okay a little funny...but uggg)</div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-29203021031820764432012-04-12T10:54:00.000-07:002012-04-12T10:54:09.451-07:00too muchThere has been just too much on my heart and mind to get out a post lately. But, my husband has inspired me this morning to crank some posts out, so I'm going to try to keep ppppffffftttttt alive.<br />
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You know what else is too much- my little sister is 21 today!! The big 2-1. I just can't believe it. I feel a little like a parent since I have seen much of her growing up. I was 7 and 1/2 when she was born. I remember all her phases in life. I remember her learning words. She called an ice cream sandwich - comish mockish. She loved those comish mockishes. She called me - geckees. Alexis is a little tough, so Geckees it was. I watched Barney with her. I babysat her. I missed her so much when I went to college. I was so proud of her throughout her middle school and high school years. She made better grades then me, was a better dancer, had a much better head on her shoulders and a much better fashion sense early on and was and still is an all around badass person. In college she became a Kappa and I've loved sharing that "bond". I'll never forget when she went through rush and she was so shocked how great and cool the Kappa girls were. (ummm, obvi she thought i was HUGE nerd, but shockingly I was on point when it came to getting her to try the sorority thing. ha) I could go on and on...I beam with pride on the daily due to her. No one can make me laugh like her and she's the only person I can truly boss around without feeling bad and that's fun sometimes. ;)<br />
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I love having a little sister so much. I am so glad God blessed our family with Augusta 21 years ago at 8:45 a.m. :)<br />
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her current fb prof pic. watch out world here she comes. well, watch out bars, here she comes. she's already told the world what's up. ;)</div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-30281481918578880802012-03-22T13:26:00.001-07:002012-03-22T13:46:43.581-07:00showeredBeing on the receiving end of a shower is a surreal experience for me. People you love bringing you gifts, celebrating something about your life and spending time together in one place is like this huge bubble of joy. Change (even good change) is sometimes hard and showers seem to be this way of bringing happiness and reassurance that everything will be okay and remind you that LOTS of people have walked this road before and that you are supported. Is that corny?? Is it just me that feels that way? I felt so renewed and replenished and supported after these baby showers were over. My cup was runnething right over.<br />
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My friends threw Robert, the baby and me a couples shower in Dallas and Robert's mom's friends threw us a ladies brunch shower in Houston. This summer, if all goes as planned, we will have a Sip and See in Carlsbad. (I know you were all DYING to know my baby shower schedule? ha)<br />
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I can't rave enough about what a great job the hostesses did for the Dallas shower. It was the perfect party, the decorations, the set-up...everything was awesome and most importantly lots of fun. Also, my parents and Robert's parents came in for the shower in Dallas from New Mexico and Houston making it an extra special time.<br />
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My mom took over 100 pics on her iphone at Dallas shower. Yes, <i>one hundred.</i> The best part about this is, she was making people get together in pictures that didn't know each other. She would be great a fraternity mixer Party Pics person..."get in there, everyone!!" (Party Pics. Sigh. The painful online photos of yourself at social events before Facebook.) I still haven't seen the pics on her phone and I really can't wait. Jamie took some great pics too and I'm so thankful. I actually went old school and ordered prints of those that I'm going to send them to my parents, Robert's parents and make an album for the baby's room. #memories</div>
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I thought I'd share some mobile uploads that my sister and mi amigos took at our shower in Dallas. I forgot my phone in the car during my Houston shower and only took like 2 pics at the end. Boo. Thankfully Robert's mom's friends got some real pics, so I will have some eventually.<br />
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Anyway, I'll share a little Dallas shower recap...not full recap in the least because there are a lot of pics that aren't included and a lot people not represented...but here we go....<br />
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Here's the invite for the Dallas shower. I loved it. Loved the Spanglish. Loved the bright blue and green. Loved the pinata. Loved that it said "Senorita Norton". If you know Senorita Norton, you know how funny this is. Most of all I love every hostess name on it because I love each of those girls so dearly. <a href="http://www.mielikes.com/">One of my favorite bloggers designed it. Click here to check out her blog and creations.</a> </div>
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Now onto shower pics....</div>
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Mom and sister. How gorg are they?</div>
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Oh this is pre-shower!! <a href="http://lindsayhartleymakeup.com/">Lindsay Hartley</a>, me and sister. </div>
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Soooo, let me just share with you what one of my best friends, Adrienne Leigh Jones Kleckner did.... This might blow your mind. It blew mine :). She insisted on paying for me to get my hair and make-up done on the day of the baby shower. This is just so I would look and feel great at my baby shower. I fought her on this, but she really wanted to do this for me and insisted. I finally gave in and accepted her gracious gift. I can't tell you how wonderful it was to not have to "get ready" the day of my shower and actually feel pretty. I don't think I've really "felt pretty" in a looooooongggggg time. This was an amazing gift she gave me. I'm not crazy about being the center of attention, which you are at your own shower, so at least I got to feel good and confident after getting pampered by others. It was like therapy. This is what Adrienne set up for me - I got my hair "blown out" and "did" at <a href="http://www.luresalondallas.com/">Lure Salon</a>, which was fantastic and then <a href="http://lindsayhartleymakeup.com/">Lindsay Hartley</a> did my make up at <a href="http://www.lbartlett.com/catalog/">L. Bartlett</a> in the West Village. If you ever need your make up done for ANYTHING, please call Lindsay Hartley. She was the sweetest and she was SO GOOD. (and she went to OU...Boomer!) I kid you not I loved my make-up and hair more for my baby shower than I did for my wedding?? haha. That sounds crazy, but I did! I dragged my mom and sister to watch me get all done up. I mean - full out diva...who am I? I told Adrienne, I really did feel like Beyonce. I mean, who gets their hair and make-up done for a baby shower??? haha. Luckily, my sister got to squeeze in some shopping in the West Village, so she didn't have to sit there and stare at me the whole time. ;)</div>
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sis and me. kind of sporting coordinating colors. such a good aunt already. giving up a precious college weekend to shower her nephew</div>
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sister and Sarah. Sarah might as well be a sister though :) (note me chugging Coca-Cola in the back ground #attractive) </div>
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Lauren's little bro, Drew, surrogate little bro to me, I've known him my whole life, and sis hanging on the patio. Drew just got into UNM med school by the way. SO SO proud of him!!!! (and how handsome is he?? hehe)</div>
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Bob, me and Bella the pug</div>
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OMG - <b>BELLA</b>. I must share what my hostesses pulled off. I still cannot believe this.</div>
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So, remember when I posted about the <a href="http://www.ppppffffftttttt.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-people-in-dallas.html">Valentines pug gram?</a> Well, Robert tried to get me one for Valentines, but the reservations were already full and it didn't happen. I totally understood, but I was sad, I just wanted to support the pugs! And I wanted to see a pug and hold a pug :), I love pugs. haha. My friends knew this desire and secretly contacted the DFW Pug Rescue to bring a PUG GRAM TO THE BABY SHOWER!!!! They also made a donation to the pug rescue on our behalf. Best gift ever. Two very gracious ladies from the DFW Pug Rescue came with the rescue pug, Bella. I will never forget this. I thought I saw a little dog in the front area of the house and said, "<i><b>is there a pug in this house?</b></i>" and there was. There was a PUG in the HOUSE at my baby shower.....omg...I will never recover from that surprise :) My gosh, I want a pug so bad. But first comes baby and then comes pug...someday...someday.... I would love for my pug son Doug, who lives with his grandparents to come live with us, but as I've mentioned, he has a bit of a bladder control issue anddddddd Robert says he can't come live with us at this time. Boo. </div>
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Seeing Bella definitely fulfilled my pug void for the time being. What a sweet little girl she is! p.s. My mom offered to adopt her and she had already been adopted. Yay rescue pugs finding homes, makes me so happy :)</div>
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Daddy, Mom and sister. Obsessed with them. </div>
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I know there were a couple girls at the shower that didn't make this pic :(! But, this was most of them. I love them so much. Thank you so much for coming!!! </div>
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A gift from one of Robert's good friends. I'm sure a lot of you have seen this forward. It's been made into a book (obvi). It's hilarious. My mom was reading it at breakfast on Sunday and was laughing so hard.</div>
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sister, Mary, me and Jamie. Mary came in from OKC and Jamie from Tulsa. #bffs</div>
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this was post-shower at Swig/The Gin Mill. yes, I kind of "went out"...I mean I probably won't see the inside of a bar or club for years after el bebe arrives, so might as well get it in, right? JZ makes this pic. He wasn't exactly supposed to be in it, but really captures the "we are best friends taking a girl picture!!!" face and it's one of my fave pics of the night for sure. </div>
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Also taken post-shower. This might be the closest I show of a belly pic/maternity pic...enjoy! haha. The baby has a sombrero on and I'm massive! Hi, cute husband Robert in the background! </div>
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The End. If I could re-live this night again, I would. Who knew pregnant girls could have so much fun? ;)</div>
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Hopefully, I can get back into the swing of blogging a bit before I have a baby. #duedateApril29. ahhhh. Mostly I hope to blog for therapeutic reasons. Hop on board and read along if you dare or if you are extremely bored.<br />
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I hope everyone had a good St. Paddy's. Roberto and I spent St. Paddy's at Baylor Medical Center attending a "Prepared Child Birth" Class. I was apprehensive about going, but my doctor kept strongly suggesting it and I want her to like me, so I signed us up. I'm really glad we did it. I've read and I am reading books about pregnancy/birth/babies, but something about actually being in a class setting and hearing confirmation from someone with years and years of experience in this stuff about what REALLY happens, helped to give Robert and I a little peace of mind.<br />
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Our instructor was great. She is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doula">doula</a>. You can click the link to see what that is. (I didn't know until I saw a Rachel Zoe Project episode and they go to a doula. See- you can learn things from Bravo.) Anyway, she is a doula and has been a nurse at Baylor since '97. Also, she has FIVE kids. Meaning she's done this whole childbirth thing 5 times. Wow. She said there is always a curve ball concerning someone's birth story, just something you completely do not expect- it could be a big or small thing. She thought for her 5th birth, she had it down, but there was a curve ball. Omg. Curve ball with Baby #5?? Good grief. Give me morphine.<br />
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Speaking of, she did give me a little perspective on the whole "drugs during labor" bit. I have always been very PRO drugs. I know myself and have assumed that I will need them to cope, but, she gave the analogy that "you wouldn't take an advil BEFORE you had a headache" Meaning you don't need to walk into the hospital and hook up to the epidural before you really know you're going to need it. You could be through the worst part and it's possible you won't even want the drugs?? So, I guess I'm just going to be open to seeing what my body does and how I feel. I don't think I'm going to have a natural birth by any means, but I'm a little less scared of experiencing pain. Plus, one of my besties had a baby boy 2 weeks ago and <i>almost</i> went all the way with out drugs. She didn't mean to at all, but it just happened. She's amazing :). So that and this class has reminded me that our bodies where made to do this. Saying that, I have fainted when I have had to give blood and I shake and my teeth chatter when I have to have a dental procedure. (yes, it's weird. they bring in blankets and crank up the laughing gas to calm me down.) So, no matter how much I psych myself up, I know when it comes down to it, my track record has shown that I tend to physically shut down in some way, so I will be happy to take these drugs to get through this in a healthy manner. The drugs exist for a reason. Plus, I might as well continue to support the pharmaceutical companies that have gotten me through the last years, right? ;)<br />
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I also liked that our "prepared child birth" instructor mentioned she had an English bulldog AND a chihuahua. Yay dogs.<br />
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We took a tour of the labor and delivery unit, the labor room and the post partum room (where we will be right after).We found out we will have an iPod dock in our labor room. After class, Robert made me a chill/low tempo playlist and a pumping-up/high tempo playlist. I might have to share these - they are great mixes. The high tempo play list is 3 hours long. Let's hope I don't need "pumping up" for that long.<br />
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At the end of the class, the birth videos were played.<b> I swore that I would never watch these videos</b>. I had been instructed by several who have seen them to NOT to watch them. But, by the end of the class Robert and I oddly found that we wanted to watch the birth videos? When in Rome? They were short and probably filmed in the late 80's or early 90's, so definitely dated and cheesy. There was a c-section one and a normal birth one. The c-section one was...hmmm..maybe graphic is the right word? I don't know, it was not pretty. I think I imagined c-sections to be like "oh there's a little incision and here's the baby!" It was a little more "discovery channel health show" than that. But, obviously, I'm not someone that deals with medical things well, so any surgery is not going to be fun for me to watch. And in the end, the baby and mama were fine and that is really all that matters.<br />
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The normal/vaginal birth video came next. I had a couple ups and downs with watching this one. The poor girl in the video was a teen mom. It made me so sad that she was this young and going through this. But, you know sometimes when something makes you sad, it makes you want to laugh?? Well, I was that person LAUGHING during this poor teenager's labor. (Lauren, just go back to middle school youth group and us laughing during the prayer circle and not being able to stop. It was like that:.) I'm sure the other couple's were thinking...who is that <i>immature</i> girl LAUGHING? I don't know what was funny. She had this odd entourage of people with her, Robert leaned over and whispered, "the neighborhood gang?" The neighborhood gang was with her at the hospital when she was walking through the halls trying to get her labor progressing. I couldn't look at the video and I couldn't look at Robert.....I could not. stop. laughing. It was painful. I somehow pulled it together enough to watch the rest of the video like an adult. The teen girl's mom gets to the hospital to help her and be her coach. That was good, but, uggg, it was harder and harder to watch as it went on. She was just in such pain! I definitely was not laughing anymore at this point. Then, right before she has the baby, the dad (obviously a teen too) comes and holds her hand and that was kind of funny because it was like "well, oh there's the dad?" but I didn't laugh. Thank you God. The baby comes and everyone is so happy and I found myself crying. I was so relieved for this teenager that is was over and of course, it was just so neat to see this little baby...you could feel the joy. Several other girls were crying too, so that made me feel better/less dumb. Anyway, that video was a real emotional roller coaster for me. Whew. I blame hormones for everything lately...so I'll just blame them for that too.<br />
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This does screw us up for so long. This picture in our heads of how life is supposed to be.<br />
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In high school we are "supposed to have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other". Or at least I thought I was. My parents were high school sweethearts. In movies everyone has a boyfriend. Where was my boyfriend? I enjoyed and loved high school, but I remember wondering why I didn't have this boyfriend that fit in the "picture of how my life was supposed to be" and I let it make me insecure. Lame, I know. ( and, yes, I did date a little. but, i didn't have that major high school boyfriend.)<br />
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In college we are "supposed to be having the time of our lives". If we fall on hard times we feel cheated. Some of my darkest days were in college and it didn't seem right because that was NOT how life was "supposed to be" at any time, but especially this time. What was wrong with me? (a lot, but there's not a post long enough for that. ha.)<br />
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As we get older, the stakes seem higher. We are supposed to have a great job and be on our feet financially. We are supposed to be married. This is the picture we had of our lives, right? Hello, we are almost 30 here? When things aren't happening the way we picture, we spend time and energy wondering why. Time and energy that is taken away from enjoying all that we have, but longing for the "picture". Stressing about the "picture". Trying to figure out how to get this "picture". But you know what happens...when we get that job or we find that special someone and get married, "the picture of how it's supposed to be" doesn't stop haunting us. We have a picture of how the great job should be, pay, look like. We have a picture in our head of the way a married couple is supposed to be and how a married life should look like and we feel jaded when it's not what we thought. <br />
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And you know what doesn't help....Facebook. You know what I mean. Look who is engaged, traveling, has a new house, baby...the list goes on. When you are in a bad place, it can take you to an even worse place really quickly.<br />
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I don't think Facebook is the problem though. The problem is that damn picture in our minds. We feel entitled to have this fake life we've made up? <br />
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But, you know what I've realized. That our real lives, how things actually are right now, will always be so much better then this picture we have.<br />
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For me, I've looked back and you realized how God works and how our lives unfold the way they are meant to. S<i>o, I didn't have a boyfriend in high school because my heart wasn't ready for that. and I went through that hard time in college because God was shaping me and teaching me to need him. That nothing else could satisfy what He could fill in me. </i><br />
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When I look back, I'm not sad that I didn't have the picture perfect past. I am thankful.<br />
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So, I encourage you, if you're like me and still somehow struggle with this picture of how life is supposed to be, LET IT GO. Just let it go.<br />
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Chances are the picture we have of what we think our lives should be is a tiny smidgen of the joy God actually wants for you. And this, friends, is exciting.<br />
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First up, here's comes Nikki. And they put them in a helicopter AGAIN. Nikki has now been in a helicopter with Ben twice. Yawn. Holding hands and looking about the window talking about how great this is ensues. Granted the views were pretty wow. They land on a mountain top to picnic. Nikki chats a lot and Ben just squints and nods. One of my friends tweeted, "Ben you are so boring." Seriously, say something. Bring anything to the table, Ben. Hell, talk about wine? Whatever you've got! Finally there's some talk about how similar Ben and Nikki's dad's are. I find this hard to believe, but I don't "know" either of their dad's so I'm trying hard not to judge. pppppfffffftttttt. That's funny, all I'm doing in judging. I'll be honest- the whole dad comparison is some sad effort to make them feel some deep bond. It's not working for me. I don't think it's working for them. But Nikki is so freaking sweet, I would like this to work out for her. Go ahead and push the Dad thing, Nikki.<br />
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Okay, so, I was tweeting during The Bachelor (yes, I am that person) and I couldn't even comment on this stupid rappelling activity they were doing. Remember what happened in Belieze when they had to jump out of the helicopter into the barrier reef?? Yes, yes, me too. Lindzi doesn't like heights. This is not even going to be climatic to see her "push through her fears", she's already done that. And then they kissed...blah blah. It's all happening again. Once more...yawn.<br />
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I love how they filmed this at the Stockyards in Fort Worth. It looks like Lonesome Dove. People love to think that this is what Texas really looks like. When I interned in New York and people found out that I lived in Texas they would ask me if people rode horses to work. They were kind of joking, but kind of for real. I broke it to them gently that there are cars, running water and civilization in Texas AND New Mexico. It was especially hard for them to swallow the New Mexico bit, but I assured them it was true. Anyway, prime time national broadcasts of Nikki and Ben in Texas in what looks like an old western town are not helping this stereotype. Nikki and Ben buying cowboy boots and cowboy hats does not help this stereotype either. People in Texas do not walk about pretending to be cowboys and cowgirls. I sort of wish we did sometimes, but unless you're trying to look cute for the rodeo, it's considered kind of weird.<br />
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Yee-haw!! This is fun!! Finally Nikki and Ben sit down in a scenic area to talk about her divorce for the 50th time and how weird it's going to be going to meet a girl's parents that have been divorced. Luckily, Ben is fresh of Kacie B.'s parents. Nikki doesn't even know how lucky she is! I mean her dad could be Tony Soprano and Ben would be relieved after the beating he got in Tennessee. Still, it's the unknown. Are Nikki's parents going to be super protective? How does this whole drill go when the girl has already been married?<br />
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They arrive at the house and Nikki's parents are divorced. I immediately feel like this is going to be FINE!! They are going to think potential hubby #2 is no big deal! Welcome to the family, Ben! I've never been relieved that anyone's parents are divorced before, but since Nikki's are, I think they will be more accepting of this whole thing.<br />
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Nikki and her mom head upstairs for a girl chat sesh. Nikki is like "Mom, I am falling in love with him." and Nikki's mom approves! She already likes him! That was quick! I wonder if she watched him on the show during Ashley's season or if she just needed that 5 minutes with him to totally approve of her daughter falling in love with this guy that's dating 3 other chicks. Nikki and her dad talk. Nikki is a daddy's girl. Nikki's dad feels like he gave her hand away in marriage too quickly last time and that he's not going to do that this time. He should have questioned and "known" about her ex-husband and that it wouldn't have worked out. No one can see into the future, Nikki's dad, it's okay! The man is tearing up! Why are they just talking about this now is my question?? This man needs to talk! Oh well, better late than never.<br />
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Omg, I almost forgot, before Ben leaves, Nikki pulls Ben into that room upstairs where she and her mom got down to business and she just flat out tells Ben, "I'm in love with you." Ballsy! Someone had a lot of wine?! But, I think she was really feeling it and had to get it out there. Hey, you've got to live everyday like it's your last, right? Way to LIVE, Nikki! See you at the rose ceremony!<br />
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I really didn't have a feel for who would be going home. I was thinking probably Nikki or Kacie B. Andddd it's Kacie B.!! I was still surprised even though I was pretty sure that there was no recovering from that hometown. Kacie and Ben sit down and talk on a bench. She is crying. :(<br />
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She gets in the limo and the crying begins to become hysteria "What the ____ happened??! What the ______ happened??", Kacie B. bawls. Her conservative non-drinking parents will LOVE that. F%$# coming out of their little daughter's mouth.<br />
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I'll tell you what the eff happened Kacie B., your mom and dad freaked out Ben and the rest of America.<br />
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Next week.........they're going to SWITZERLAND!!! I was waiting for Courtney to exclaim that she'd been there in the last 6 months, but she didn't say a peep! Shocking, she loves to be a buzzkill!<br />
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Is anyone surprised what there are LOTS of in this hometown date? No. Me either, not surprised at all. Of course a hometown date with Lindzi=Horses. So many horses. Lindzi rides up on a horse. They ride a horse carriage thing to her house. They have a horse carriage race with her parents. HORSES!! #horseseverywhere Lindzi says horses have been a part of her life before she was born. What does that even mean? I suppose my unborn child will be able to say that "easy mac was a part of his life before he was born". pppfffftttt. Ben admits he's not too familiar with horses. (Yes, Ben, we remember your riding skills in Park City.) So after they fiddle with the horse, they sit down to have a picnic and to talk.<br />
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Lindzi tells Ben about her last serious relationship and...drummmmmrolllll.... they lived together. Well, Ben had no idea! Maybe he was like me and hoping and praying this isn't the guy who broke up with her via text message. She never clarified that, but that's the only other relationship she's talked about? She tells him how heartbroken it left her. Breaking up is hard to do. :( Ben is so glad she's letting her walls down and now understands why she has walls up. Is this is remodeling show? All this talk of walls! Ha. That was not funny. Lindzi says "vulnerable" is a BIG word for her. It is for anyone really. It can be 3 or 4 syllables depending on how you say it. Ha. And again, not funny. <br />
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They ride on to meet the parents. These parents are genius. They don't have the cameras come inside their house, they just chill outside the whole time. I mean, Lindzi's mom didn't even have to vacuum! Everything is going swell with them. They tell them about all the places they've been. Ben and Lindzi tell her parents that they went on their first date in San Francisco. Well, isn't that a coincidence, Lindzi's parents got married in San Francisco! Ben and Lindzi tell them they had a private concert in the city hall there. Well, that's were Lindzi's parents got married...at the city hall! Lindzi acts like this is completely NEW news to her. I'm so bewildered. Did she not know where her parents got married? I mean, that's just one of those things you know about your parents, right? Call me old fashioned....<br />
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Ben talks with Lindzi's mom asks her if she thinks Lindz is ready for a serious relationship after the dramatic heartbreak of the last one.She thinks she is. Great news! Ben talks with Lindzi's dad, Harry, (I like Harry), he asks Harry if he were to propose what he would say. Harry is all about it! Lindzi is their only daughter and whole family. #awwww. I mean, besides the horses, that is.<br />
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Things go great at Lindzi's. Success for Hometown #1. Lindzi is definitely still in this to win it.<br />
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Hometown Date Numero Dos: Kacie B. in Tennessee<br />
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Ben shows up at a high school football stadium. (Stratford High Schoool Home of the Spartans...I have to mention that because that was Robert's high school's name and mascot...shout out!) And what is going on here?? There's a marching band!! And is that Kacie B. twirling her baton in the middle of it?? To my horror, it was. What on earth is she doing??<br />
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If I recall correctly, Ben really likes designer wife beaters in this episode. It's not okay. A wife beater alone is pretty gross, but something about a wife beater with textured stripes and a small pocket is even sadder. They all arrive...yadda yadda yadda...no one can believe it's the week leading up to hometowns. The girls arrive at their suite thing and Chris Harrison shows up to brief them on the upcoming week. (All I can think is how Chris Harrison has the best job ever. Dude is just chilling in Belize all week and all he has to do in exchange is give a 5 minute explanation about date cards. I mean, if the girls haven't caught onto this concept yet, heaven seriously help them.)<br />
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Nikki is already crying? Courtney is make threats and hostile comments. This is going to be a long one isn't it?<br />
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First one on one goes to.....Lindzi! (horse girl and first impression rose winner.)<br />
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And just what are they doing, well riding a helicopter of course!! Does this show own their own helicopters? They should think about investing in that. Chris Harrison could take it to "work" when they're not using it for dates. So, we see aerial footage of Belize. Gorgeous! Ben comments on how Lindzi is being so easy going...how does she do it?! Laid back city is where Lindzi lives. Doesn't Ben know that everyone is easy- going on vacation. Seriously, everyone. I'm family members with high strung individuals that can manage to be laid back on vacation. I digress...<br />
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Ben springs it on her that they have to jump from the helicopter into the ocean in the middle of a barrier reef. Isn't that a fun surprise?! NO. Couldn't Ben have shared that with her before the joy ride began? That might have been polite. Lindzi is scared of heights, which I'm beginning to think is a requirement to be a contestant on this show, and she is not sure about this whole jumping off bit. But, somewhere deep inside she finds the strength to jump. That or she just realizes that she has no choice since this is going on TV. They jump...the falling in love metaphor ensues. "If they can do this together, they can do anything."<br />
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Onto the nighttime portion of the date. Ben is looking for Lindzi to open up. Lindzi wants to open up but she's scared. She's also doing this weird thing with her head and neck. That cannot be the natural way she holds her head. There has to be effort there. Maybe if she could just relax and not worry about holding her head that way, she could concentrate on telling Ben how she feels. Finally it comes, Lindzi tells Ben she wants him to meet her family. Wait, is that all she had to say? My gosh, child, get a therapist, that is not hard to choke out, especially if you want that effing rose. I tell strangers that I want them to meet my parents. Maybe I need a therapist. Well, I already have one...nevermind!<br /><br />
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Then Ben tells Lindzi they are going to write "their fairytale" and put it in a bottle...message is a bottle. Fairytale?! I'd hardly call the series of strained convos that they've endured a fairytale. ppppfffftttttt. I'm sending out an SOS and this is PAINFUL. Please stop writing this. They even draw a picture on the other side of the paper. They roll it up and put it in one of those huge magnum wine bottles that you can get at the grocery for $8. We see a shot of the bottle floating in the ocean. I'm guessing that it will be picked up in the next 8 hours and thrown away, it didn't seem to be floating anywhere. This is not one of those cool things where someone will find that bottle in 50 years and wonder about the couple that wrote it and how madly in love they were. You know, what romantic comedies are made of. This is NOT one of those things. And Ben and Lindzi are NOT madly in love. They maybe lukewarm like each other. Maybe. Sidenote: Lindzi wears too much make-up and needs to die her hair dark. Yes, I said it. <br />
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You know, I started to like her on this date. She and Ben had a fun time together. Just roaming through the village. They bike...they play basketball. So active right now! She said she felt like she was on vacation with her boyfriend. Well, great, that's the point of this thing, right? They spontaneously come upon a lobster fisherman and decide to fish for lobsters to eat that night for dinner!<br />
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So they lobster fish, which sort of looked cool, but sort of freaked me out. I think I prefer New England lobsters. Those looked a little mutated or something? Oh well...when in Rome...<br />
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We all know Ben and Emily have had their ups and downs. (ha. I sound like they've been in this tumultuous a year relationship....) but this day is an UP...it just can't be going any better. They are really focusing on "their" relationship and the word Courtney doesn't come up....oh but then it does! But, it seems to be fine, they are having fun. Ben tells Emily that she's smart. Does he just feel obligated to say that because she is getting her PhD in something? Has he seen any real evidence that she is smart? Idk. But, I thought Ben was feeling Emily and that she'd definitely get a rose and we'd be headed to her hometown.<br />
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But, I'm wrong about nearly everything. So, yeah, we all know Emily goes home sans Ben. She told people.com in an interview last week that she was glad and she really didn't know the real Ben. YES, EXACTLY. This is a television show. Maybe there is hope for this doctor to be. Maybe she'll try match.com again and not be matched with her brother? We'll see you at the Women Tell All, Emily.<br />
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And then we learn, Courtney gets the next one on one. Well, thank the Lawd! She was maybe NOT going to accept the rose if she didn't get a one on one. Gasp!<br />
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This, along with Courtney's other off-handed comments, causes the women to begin openly hating her. It's about time. Emily has been caring this torch alone and they all know she's awful. Call a spaid, a spaid, ladies. Or whatever that saying is. Kacie B. even starts cussing...F bombs! Also, it must be pointed out that I called Courtney "The Black Widow Spider" in a previous post and Kacie B. calls her that in this episode. I feel so validated as a blogger now. ha. jk. I don't really see that ever happening. <br />
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Ben says he feels close to his Dad at the top of the temple and all Courtney says is, "Awww" in this whiny voice. Seriously? Say something else. ANYTHING else. That is a pretty intimate thing for him to tell her, right?! But, Ben is great with Courtney's response, proving to people everywhere that looks are everything.<br />
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And it's dinner time....more red flags for Ben that he chooses to blatantly ignore. Courtney brings up the other women in the house and says they don't get along and calls them boring. Ouch. Ben asks if she has friends back home and she said something like, "Yes, a lot! Well a lot of guy friends." Meaning, no, she has no friends. Ben tells the confessional later that he doesn't want to be with someone that other people don't get along with. Well, Ben it's happening right before your eyes. Right this second. You are with someone that no body likes. Mother Teresa wouldn't even like Courtney.<br />
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And what are they doing...snorkeling with the sharks! WHY...really why are they doing this? Unless you are an underwater photographer for National Geographic I don't really see the point. Rachel has a shark phobia. So Ben is giving her lots of extra attention. I wish they would have played the Jaws music. This whole "Rachel needs attention thing" annoys the hell out of Kacie B. Ben is basically with Rachel the whole time, but really, it's not like there is major bonding going on here. a. It's Rachel b. they are snorkeling, there is little talking involved. Everyone is over the snorkeling in about 20 minutes because really that's about the snorkeling threshold. You poke your head underwater, think "wow! look at that! hmm neat!" and then you're ready to get back on the boat.<br />
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Rose ceremony. Everyone is tense except for Courtney. I think maybe she got some marijuana from one of the maids or something. She is so strange. She is having a love affair with her pina colada. Okay?? Here comes Chris...anddddd there's not cocktail party. Well, shoot, no last ditch efforts a la Jamie to get Ben to pick them. Nope not this time. Ben knows what he wants to do. It begins. He pulls Courtney over to "talk". The other girls think this might be it! Ben has seen the light and Courtney is going home!! But, Nikki brings us all back to reality and says she thinks there is a 50/50 chance. Maybe Nikki does get men more than we think? That failed marriage thing is coming in handy! Because deep down we all know Ben is not sending Courtney, the model, home. He asks Courtney about her intentions...she tells him some generic answer and we all know that's all he needs. Courtney gets the rose. Rachel goes home. Emily goes home. They both didn't make too big of a scene. Clearly, this gentleman does not prefer blondes.<br />
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she makes me think the apocalypse could be coming </div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-42018608976847846332012-02-13T14:02:00.000-08:002012-02-15T13:23:44.852-08:00WhitneyI don't think you can be a girl in my generation and not have Whitney Houston memories. Mine began pretty early in the car with my mom. We loved Whitney. We loved her voice. We loved her songs. She could do no wrong. How Will I Know? I Wanna Dance with Somebody. Greatest Love of All. Didn't we Almost Have it All. Etc. Then there was The Bodyguard. Queen of the Night. I Will Always Love You. The whole soundtrack was great. Of course it was...it was WHITNEY. In 8th grade in choir we sang "I'm your Baby Tonight" as a tribute to the 90's. Which is so weird in retrospect, but I will forever know every word to that song.<br />
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But, I have to admit that Whitney's hit that has left the most impact on me is "How Will I Know- Junior Vasquez Remix". Special thanks to my dance teacher for bringing it into my life during my senior year of high school. I LOVED THIS SONG. I know, I know...you're thinking..."really a remix?" Yes, a remix. It's life changing. I was in dance and our homecoming dance our senior year was to this song. Meaning we preformed this number in front of the entire high school at the homecoming assembly and then during half time at the homecoming game and again at our end of the year recital. I don't think I was the only one on our dance team that was crazy obsessed with this dance and this song. We all loved it and had so much fun dancing to it. It was the best memory to have with all of the senior girls that I had grown up dancing with. It was the perfect way to cap off my dancing days.<br />
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My memories with that song didn't stop in high school. I had this song on my Napster or Limewire or something like that on my computer in the dorms. So, freshmen year, I played it for Cox, my roommate who became one of my very best friends, and she was automatically crazy about it and we listened to it on repeat A LOT.( Not as much as Enrique Iglesias, which our suitemates, asked us to stop playing. Uggg. They were so not fun. We were making up a dance....hello?!) Anyway, it became of one of those songs that we always listened to while getting ready and would joke that we were going to play it at our weddings. I think this song spread to our whole group of friends, by the time we graduated college, we all had it on at least one burnt cd.<br />
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When I moved to Dallas after college, the song still popped up every now and then and did it's magic to make everyone happy and forget about our current issues and remind us of a simpler time in the 80s when Whitney ruled the pop charts. In 2009 at my bachelorette party, the most excellent hostess and party planner there is, Ande, burned cd's for all the attendees of the party and "How Will I Know Junior Vasquez Remix" was on there. When I was emailing the dj for my wedding, I told him I HAD to have that song play at the wedding. He said that was no problem. And so Whitney was with me on my wedding day and helped create one of my all time favorite memories of my friends and I dancing ferociously to that song.<br />
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So, to say that I'm sad about her passing is pretty obvious. It sounds a little silly, but her music was a part of my life, I grew up with it and her and the fact that she's gone feels wrong. I'm sad about her hard times and I'm sad that her life ended so soon. She really had a beautiful gift and knowing her music and her voice will continue to touch people makes me happy. But, it's all still just sad.<br />
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The world is a broken place and we are all broken people trying to figure it out. Though Whitney seeming had everything...wealth, fame...she couldn't escape that. None of us can. God keeps pursuing us, He keeps loving us no matter what and I'm thankful for that. I'm also thankful He gave the world Whitney Houston to marvel at that voice and know that it could only be a gift from God.a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-84204955137553542112012-02-10T12:13:00.000-08:002012-02-15T13:23:55.793-08:00new words/phrases/thingsNo wonder becoming a mother completely transforms you. And I'm not talking about all the love you feel for your child. I'm just talking about the stuff. You find yourself saying all these new words and caring about all of the new things that you never really new existed. Well, I guess you always knew they existed, so it's not <i>exactly</i> new, but before now, it never really mattered. Now, it matters. I guess this started for me when I started registering for baby things. Trust me, I am <i>very</i> grateful to be registering and that people out there want to have showers to celebrate this exciting new thing of parenthood that is happening to us. To have friends and family that want to shower Baby Scarff with baby stuff and love makes me want to burst with gratitude. But, all this new stuff throws you into this whole new world. It's a little overwhelming at first. I'm done being overwhelmed now, but for a while I was reluctant to be totally into all these new words, things and stuff that I was having to deal with.<br />
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New things in my vocab and on my mind<br />
-cribs<br />
-onsies<br />
-car seats<br />
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-bottles<br />
-swaddles<br />
-crib mattress<br />
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-strollers<br />
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-boppy<br />
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-how i really need to read Baby Wise<br />
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I remind myself that <b>a.</b> nobody cares. They don't care if I register for the Fisher Price Lamb swing. and<b> b. </b>the baby really won't care, so I don't need to worry. All the baby will benefit from is love, not the shade of beige his bedding is going to be or if I registered for the right infant bath thing.<br />
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So, all that being said, I thought I'd announce that Robert and I are official owners of a crib. A step into acceptance of all of these changes and new words. I can't lie, a weird sentence to say, "I own a crib." But, we do. I got it off <a href="http://www.wayfair.com/">this website</a> that I found through <a href="http://www.inthiswonderfullife.com/">this wonderful blog</a>. Wayfair.com (the website) has a great range of crib choices and after much debate and emails between Jamie and Robert, we went with this one...<br />
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The crib is in it's home. In 3 months hopefully there will be a baby sleeping in that thing. Meaning in 3 months Robert and I will be a Mom and a Dad? That's so real right now. TGIF everyone. </div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-22320962583291515592012-02-08T09:33:00.000-08:002012-02-08T09:33:34.350-08:00Longest recap ever...continuedWhew, hope you all enjoyed those typos in the last post! I was writing that post off an on all day yesterday while pretending to work. I had to hustle at the end of the day because there was some important mail I had to take. <strike>It wasn't important, it was my boss's personal bills.</strike> So, I didn't get a chance to re-read the post and I knew it was going to be scary. Some of my favorite typo highlights include:<br />
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-Calling Chris Harrison, "Christ". It's really not all that far off. Christ gives us access to the Father and came to earth to remind us what life is truly about. Chris Harrison gives us access to the knowledge of "the final rose" and is on this show to remind us that this IS A SHOW with a host and that is him.<br />
-Saying that Emily was making a reference to the "chief of stuff" when I meant to say "chief of staff". I guess the chief of staff could be the chief of stuff too?<br />
-calling Emily, Courtney. Basically the sentence stated that Courtney apologized to Courtney. Courtney is weird, but not that weird. I don't think....<br />
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CASEY S. LOVES MICHAEL. Well, that poses a problem because she is suppose to be falling in love/borderline OCD obsessed with Ben to make this process work. She admits to Chris Harrison that actually, just last night, she realized that she still has feelings for Michael. Chris is like, "I think we need to go tell Ben." Casey is cool, calm and collected and agrees. I feel like Chris is her parole officer or something. Why does he have to be in the room while she tells Ben about Michael? But, it makes it more dramatic, so that's fun. Ben is surprised to see Casey, Chris and the camera crew. They sit down and Casey tries to explain why she's there and her complex relationship with Michael. She still has feelings for him and doesn't want to and wishes she could fall for someone like Ben. She manages to glaze over the fact that she and Michael were pretty much in a relationship when she came on the show. Ben is like, "well, this is why you can't open up." Please. Ben, you've talked to Casey S. like 3 times, what on earth do you expect? Ben thinks she should leave, she agrees. They hug. This is going pretty smoothly. Then they exit Ben's hotel room and the floodgates open. Chris becomes Christ and is carrying Casey through this rough patch. He is the shoulder she cries on. He is there with comforting words. Thank you God for this man. Casey is upset because she loves Michael, but it's not like she can BE with him...he doesn't want to marry her!!<br />
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She also told him she thought about things she wanted to do with him in her bed a night. I cringe! I die! STOP PLEASE. And then they were talking about how to kiss each other. It went from bad to worse to kill me please so quickly. The thing is, I don't think Jamie is slutty/desperate in real life. She is probably a pretty sweet gal. But, this show has this tendency to bring out the worst in people and this could be Jamie's rock bottom. No where to go but up, Jamie, hold that head up!</div>
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Over and out!!! </div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-18970839030664562172012-02-07T14:33:00.000-08:002012-02-08T09:33:34.345-08:00Longest recap ever and not even done....Panama City. If that doesn't scream for a good time I'm not sure what does. (sarcastic tone). When they showed the resort and city I couldn't help feeling depressed. The pool was empty, it was overcast and the water was brown. This city does not want to make me find love. It makes me want to get a refund and head back to the states.<br />
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(My gosh, I'm negative. Sorry, zero energy right now, folks. Damn you pregnancy. I tend to be more up-beat when I can hold my eyes all the way open. Don't worry. I'll push through. It's all worth it. A low energy Bachelor post is a small sacrifice to pay for a baby.)<br />
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SO. Anyway, back to Episode 6. One on one date time with Kacie B. You may recall that she got the first one on one in Ben's hometown of Sonoma. Or is his hometown San Francisco? Did anyone else catch that he claimed both? You can't do that. I'm from Carlsbad. So when I visit Santa Fe, I don't give people the illusion that I'm from Santa Fe. I stay real with Carlsbad. <strike>Even though Santa Fe is cooler.</strike> If I was Ben's friend, I might advise Ben to "stay real." with where ever he's from. Alas, I am not Ben's friend. Good thing because I might have talked him into NOT being on this show and then WHAT would I be blogging about now?<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">side note: Robert has told me that I don't used the "strike-through" correctly.<strike> ppppffffftttt. </strike>there is no correct way to use to strike-through. it's not covered in The Elements of Style. it's a weird thing people that blog use and I will strike through whatever I want to strike through. but, I will accept all of your other helpful grammar tips with maturity and humility, honey. </span></i><br />
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Kacie B.<span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"> </span>Back to you. Things seem to be getting pretty, pretty serious between her and B-money. Second one on one when Blakely hasn't had a <i>single </i>one on one? Shoot, count your blessings, sister Kacie B. And time with Ben=blessings. It's in the Bible.<br />
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I don't know if anyone remembers her mentioning this 80 times, but this has been hard on her because their first date felt like SO long ago and those deep feelings developed SO early. Emotional roller coaster for baton twirling Kacie B. Good thing she is getting some affirmation in Panama City. She says she wasn't nervous for the first one. #liar But, now she's nervous. The date card says to bring "3 items". hmmm. What is this....a scavenger hunt?<br />
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So, with this second one on one and things going to the "next level" Ben is questioning if they will "run out of things to talk about." Valid concern since they basically have nothing in common besides an olive skin color. I was on the edge of my seat to see if this would be the most boring date in Bachelor history. But how can it be boring when you start out with a helicopter ride and Kacie B. wearing next to nothing? Those shorts...that half top...so little there! The helicopter takes them to a deserted island. I was waiting for one of them to start cracking LOST jokes, but it seems neither one had watched the best show ever. That's good because if one had and the other hadn't...they would have been on totally different pages all day. You don't want to be reminiscing about Sayid, Sun, Shannon, Jin, Boone and "The Others" when the other person just doesn't get it. When Robert and I first started dating everything was perfect except he hadn't watched LOST and I couldn't discuss it with him. Somehow we made it over that hurdle and our relationship flourished. #truelove<br />
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They are on the island and are acting as if they have to "survive". They show each other their items that they were required to bring. Ben's items were totally picked by an ABC intern. A fishing net...a knife? Okay we are onto this date's "theme". I can't believe they actually caught a fish and ate it. And then did they eat that coconut? I bet that wasn't even good. Where did they get the champagne?? That wasn't one of the "items". Cheaters! But, they seem to be getting along and there are no awkward moments. They are just having fun doing all these fake survival activities. Ben says something like, "I love how Kacie B. just goes with the flow." Oh what is she going to do? Throw a fit about being on an island all day? I don't think so. She's an administrative assistant. She's just glad to be out of her cubical.<br />
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Onto dinner! Things are going to need to get deeper here. Nothing was revealed on the island. No bad relationships...no death of a family member. What is 24 year old Kacie B. going to tell Ben that is really going to "let him in"? Drunk stories from college? She's got to have some kind of skeleton in her closet. Reach DEEP, girlfriend, there is a rose on the line. And then it comes.....Kacie B. struggled with an eating disorder in high school. Actually two eating disorders... anorexia and bulimia or some used the combined term bulimarexia. Yes, sadly, that is a real word.<br />
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Okay, so I don't take eating disorders lightly. They are real and sad diseases and I feel for anyone that has gone through any sort of bout with them. I personally have best friends that have gone through it. But let's look at Kacie B. What is she like 90 pounds soaking wet? I'm not exactly sure that she struggled, as in "e-d", past tense, there could be some struggling, as in "i-n-g" present tense. That girl is tiny!! BUT, she could have been "born that way" and eats all her 1200 calories a day and I really need to shut up. Did anyone feel that is was ironic that her parents caught her in high school on Super Bowl Sunday and it was just Super Bowl Sunday? Poor Kacie B. being caught throwing up Super Bowl food. Queso? Pizza? uggg. Nevermind, why am i picturing this?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>sidenote: I went to the doctor and I've gained 40 pounds throughout my pregnancy so far. (oink oink) So, I'm probably NOT in the best place to discuss this stuff . Plus, I'm definitely jealous of Kacie B.'s little 24 year old bod frolicking on the deserted island</i></span>. ppppfffffttttt<br />
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Back to the one on one....of course, after hearing about Kacie B.'s courageous fight, Ben gives her the rose and they make out. I'm predicting she's in the final two. That's right, you heard it here.<br />
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Also, I'm kind of surprised that she might be the first in Bachelor history to talk about an eating disorder. I've lived in a sorority house and I'd say 8 out of 10 of us had some sort of body image/eating issue at the time. So, with these Bachelor contestants being a group of <b>far</b> more unstable women than my sisters, it has to be a good 10 out of 10 has struggled at some point. But, Kacie B. has stood up and said it aloud and can be an inspiration to all of those young women trying to be as skinny as she is. ha. We are all just not her body type ladies, come to terms with it.<br />
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So they approach the island and they see little boys in loin cloths kicking around a soccer ball. Well, this isn't something you see everyday! How quaint! They are then welcomed into the village and asked to change of course. Let's REALLY get into the village mode. </div>
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Oh and then one on one time with Emily went down too! She tells Ben some joke about how there is another man in her life...."the chief"? I thought it was a reference to back home and the chief of staff because she's getting her Phd in something, but Robert thought she was talking about the chief of the village. I'm guessing he's right. Ben thinks Emily is SO funny for telling that joke. Oh Ben and his low low standards. Emily finally manages to have a good conversation with Ben and not bash Courtney and I think they both feel good about it. </div>
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How annoying was Blakely being about this date?? NO ONE likes the two on one, it's like an unwritten rule. Yet, Blakely was excited? I'm telling you a screw is loose. Or she is just really confident and my self-esteem doesn't work like that and I'll never understand. Rachel was not excited like a normal person. Let's just get this over with. </div>
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So, all episode long, we've all been wondering. What is going down with Casey S.? We've seen the previews of the crying and the Chris Harrison intervention and we know something is about to happen. But what? Did Casey's grandma die? Has Casey been diagnosed with some terminal illness? Chris comes in asks for Casey S. and all the girls are like WTF? Chris confronts Casey about having a boyfriend named Michael and they (ABC producers and Chris?) have actually spoken to Michael. Shoot. Busted. Michael says they are together! Casey says they are broken up! Someone is lying. Casey explains that Michael doesn't want to get married and she doesn't want to have feeling for him, but Chris pried it out of her she is still in LOVE with Michael. </div>
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<i>work stuff...blah blah... will finish this later....</i></div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-42069988651865981612012-02-06T10:15:00.000-08:002012-02-06T10:16:29.480-08:00draggingFor the last two Mondays, I have definitely had a "case of the Mondays". I am so tired. I know a lot of people are tired on Mondays, so I thought I'd share some "pins" that my sister posted that made me smile today. Smiling helps one wake up. - Abraham Lincoln. Just kidding. He never said that. Okay, happy Monday, we are half way through, we can do this. Maybe. ha<br />
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<i>ha. sorry, i just can't stand A&M. i went to OU and Tech and Baby went to Texas. so yeah. </i></div>
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<i>in honor of v-day this month. i don't know if this is real, but pretty awesome ;)</i></div>
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Thank you sister and thank you pinterest. While I was looking at these I didn't want to crawl under my desk and go to sleep. </div>
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p.s. 28 weeks pregnant today and taking my gestational diabetes test. yee-haw!! </div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178571188534465117.post-36895350157678109012012-02-02T10:45:00.000-08:002012-02-02T10:46:04.183-08:00Hey people in Dallas...Do you want to send that special someone something Valentine's day?? But, not something too serious, just something light/cute/different and fun?? Are you just wracking your brain on the perfect thing? Does this special someone love pugs?<br />
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A pug delivers the candy bouquet?? I'm sorry, that is hilarious, even if you're not obsessed with pugs, like myself. Plus all proceeds go the the DFW Pug Rescue. Everybody wins.<br />
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Happy February, everyone. </div>a. scarffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502563622080516044noreply@blogger.com2