tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938557187543031212023-11-16T03:45:45.779-08:00Teeny and BeaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-3672890524490764892012-12-27T15:29:00.003-08:002012-12-27T15:31:40.001-08:00The Colors of the RainbowThis is not a food blog, mostly because I am not a big cook. However I do TRY to menu plan, grocery shop and prepare healthy meals for my family. Normally, I enjoy doing this because the methodical process of cooking relaxes me, and sitting down together for dinner, as a family at the table relaxes my family.<br />
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Meal planning can be the toughest part, though, because often I run out of groceries/potential meals, before I find time to plan for a new grocery trip. I have discovered that the grocery store without a plan simply turns into an expensive snack run. This year when I was in the busiest part of my work season, I found myself at the store with no plan, but a desperate need for a few days worth of meals. So I developed a new personal meal strategy that defies all conventional meal planning wisdom: color coding.<br />
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Yes, that's right, I planned meals with a meat, fruit and vegetable with ONLY ONE COLOR featured. We may not have had a color balance, but the meals were filling and the substance felt complete. Imagine something like the following:<br />
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ORANGE NIGHT:<br />
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YELLOW NIGHT:<br />
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Don't those sound like fun, delicious and EASY options?<br />
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Let's go further!<br />
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GREEN NIGHT:<br />
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pesto chicken, roasted brussel sprouts and a green salad<br />
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RED NIGHT:<br />
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crockpot BBQ, red slaw (red cabbage, red delicious apples, red onions) and watermelon<br />
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And the variations in the colors are probably quite endless. So the next time you need a simple meal solution, try thinking monochromatically and see what creative meals you make. I would love hear your ideas!<br />
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XO,<br />
EmilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-86219303924966845152012-11-25T17:10:00.000-08:002012-11-25T17:10:37.940-08:00<br />
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How was your weekend? Did you have a wonderful Thanksgiving with family and friends? <br />
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As we finish up our turkey leftovers and begin the Christmas decorating, I remind myself that this season is not about food, and it is not about stuff. Christmas is about sharing the beauty found in our hearts.<br />
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Everyone knows I love, love, love pretty things (perhaps that's why I'm a floral designer and event planner), but I believe true beauty comes from a place so much deeper. It is the reality of this world and eternity in our hearts that eventually produces the pretty things. Sometimes beauty is hard work, sometimes it is born through pain, and sometimes it appears like a sunset, completely undeserved and unearned.<br />
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I wish you great beauty this Christmas season.<br />
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<i>Emily</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-51128799374183858252012-03-18T18:24:00.000-07:002012-03-19T18:02:48.619-07:00Worth ItEvery day I deal with a lot of emotional people...and these emotions are not always positive. Honestly, my family is prone to tears and outbursts. My clients are primarily brides who, even at their best, are still going through very emotional times in their lives. While I feel my job as wife, mom and wedding planner is to weather others' storms, I still look for those special moments when it all feels "worth it". Here are a few of my favorite "worth it" moments caught on film.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">bagpipes (and goose bumps) for a Scottish ceremony at Castle Ladyhawke, photo by Nette Lotz</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my lead designer and I deciding whether or not it was safe to continue with a client's wedding during a hurricane (amazed by God's picture on a canvas of ocean)</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-8409922195743733292012-03-09T09:22:00.000-08:002012-03-09T09:22:58.175-08:00Yesterday I was feeling a bit at sea over some BIG decisions that have to be made (you now, the kind you have to use a calculator for because you'll be spending the BIG bucks) and I was also fairly convinced I was coming down with three or four diseases.<br />
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So what did I buy to make myself feel better?<br />
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No, not chocolate from French Broad...<br />
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Not a nonfat vanilla latte from Starbucks...<br />
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Not even a bottle of Melange a Trois...<br />
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When it's this serious and decisions have to be made, I follow in my mother's footsteps and buy...<br />
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There is nothing like a new pen and a new notebook to help things become more clear. I learned this from my mother. Isn't she wise and beautiful?<br />
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Oh, and I may have been overreacting a bit about the diseases. Turns out, a person should not ignore a sinus infection for 7-9 weeks. Weird.<br />
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What's your favorite impulse buy? Did you learn it from your mother? Leave me a note!<br />
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Have a wonderful weekend,<br />
Emily <br />
<span id="goog_1470991788"></span><span id="goog_1470991789"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-32252506361230146552012-03-07T06:18:00.000-08:002012-03-07T06:18:32.245-08:00Wednesday ListsGood Morning!<br />
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7AM found me wishing for an extra hour of sleep. Another day of work responsibilities seemed insurmountable. My inner inspiration's quiet voice seemed to be taking a vacation.<br />
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This happens often for me, not because I have depression problems or a bad job. It happens because I am <i>tired.</i> Each day requires so much physical and mental energy as I try to take care of my family and hold my Company together that I often feel completely exhausted by Wednesday. Does this ever happen to you, friend?<br />
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My dreadfully un-romantic strategy to "keepin' on keepin' on" is list writing. Something about having a list keeps me moving from one simple step to the next without feeling as overwhelmed. It also helps keep me focused when I am sorely tempted to use the Pinterest as work excuse, rather than doing real work, or even washing the dishes. (Of course, Pinterest really is work sometimes, just saying :).<br />
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One of my favorite places to keep lists is on my iphone. This is handy because I don't lose my phone as much as a notebook, and I can delete things as I accomplish them. I can also keep several lists in one place on that app. My current lists that I can go to today for the next step are:<br />
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Task List (a running list of things I must do for work)<br />
Book <br />
Client Experience<br />
Several client names (actions to take from meetings, site visits, etc)<br />
Blog ideas <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mine look like kind of like this, but in English. Click on the image for instructions from Dr Drang on how to make your iphone notes "pretty"</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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I also LOVE the notes app on my iphone for grocery shopping. It allows me to type out weekly menus and groceries on the same list, then I can easily delete each item I buy at the store so that only the menus are left on the list. The menu list is very handy because I can find it on my iphone all week! <br />
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Evernote is an app that I have downloaded and used to write one note, "Love my husband". It is supposed to be an amazing tool, allowing me to share my notes with all of my devices and other people. This would be a great way to handle lists for the Company that any one of the Team could get done. I could even use it for specific assignments, allowing me to keep everyone in the loop. Hmmmm. May have to try that today.<br />
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Finally, I love old fashioned pen and paper for lists. Sure, I often lose the lists before I finish them, but writing things on a piece of paper in my best handwriting feels like I have done something already. Crumpling them up and throwing them away is also a perfect sensation on the rare times I do actually finish the list. <br />
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Sometimes, it is important to add special things to your list for a Wednesday, such as wake up and/or an extra trip to Starbucks for a grande nonfat vanilla latte. We need a couple of accomplish-able and happy items!<br />
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What's your favorite list tool? Please share it with me in the comments below.<br />
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Love, EmilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-74219704196473674342012-03-05T16:58:00.002-08:002012-03-08T05:10:27.621-08:00As you may know, I own a business which I began in 2008. I have been so fortunate to see this business multiply every year and to be joined by some amazing individuals who help me achieve the mission. Other women often ask my opinion on how they should go about starting their own business. So, here's my most basic advice:<br />
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Do something!!! It all starts with one little step. Decide what you want to be, then be that person. Want to be a gardener? Plant one type of flowers and sell them in big, lush bunches at the local farmers' market this summer. Want to be a writer? Start a blog and write <u>minimum</u> one paragraph, then press the publish button <u>minimum</u> three times weekly. It is free after all and what do you have to lose?<br />
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My mantra is "Do what is possible, not what is perfect". Some of the most talented people I know never do anything because they are waiting until they achieve perfection in their field. Sadly, this means many talented people never get started. This leaves the field wide open for people like you and me who are willing to take a few risks and look a little bit silly.<br />
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I love Jennifer Lopez's get "On the Floor" (and do something :), when I need to inspire myself to take the next step. The ladies who work for me say J. Lo is not actually singing about starting a business or anything of the sort, but it gets me moving!<br />
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My second bit of advice is to remember that no matter how big your dreams are (and big dreams is my middle name), there is always something bigger. Remembering this brings peace to my heart and puts the world in perspective. I may do something big, but at the end of the day, it is not my responsibility to save the world. Takes a little pressure off which gives me the courage I need to take baby steps.</div>
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What inspires you? Pick a song (or two) and play them each day to get you out on the floor, knowing whatever you do is part of a bigger picture.<br />
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Oh, and please leave a comment when you discover what your songs are!<br />
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Love,<br />
EmilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-12576644163940015412012-02-06T16:34:00.000-08:002012-02-06T16:34:10.407-08:00Monday CAN Be a Happy DayThree reasons why this Monday is a good day for me...<br />
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1. It is the only day of the week that I do not feel waaaay behind! Monday morning is a fresh start for all to-do lists. Plus, I feel very fortunate to not only have a grown-up job, but my own business, especially after seeing Sunday's headline. <br />
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2. I have leftovers from last night's Super Bowl party. My friend Megan made brie crostini. Yummmmm.<br />
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Here is how to make Megan's brie crostini. If you make this, feel free to share the creamy, sugary, most fabulous slices with me!<br />
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<li>Slice french bread very, very thinly. Butter then toast in the oven.</li>
<li>Slice brie and apples thinly, place on top of each slice of toast.</li>
<li>Sprinkle with chopped walnuts and a bit of brown sugar, then toast to perfection.</li>
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3. Actually, I can only think of two right now, but that is enough for me. I am glad to be alive.<br />
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Enjoy today!<br />
<i>Emily</i><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-22362282052867116782012-02-04T08:03:00.000-08:002012-02-04T08:03:17.960-08:00Family HeirloomsMy family is growing heirlooms right before my eyes. And no, I am not even talking about tomatoes. My extended family is so amazingly artistic! In fact, when we returned once from a visit with Uncle Gary and Aunt Kathy, my husband suggested I personally create art for our house since it runs in my blood. If only it were that easy...<br />
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Today, I want to share a few pieces Aunt Ann painted. They are snapshots I quickly took in the hallways when no one was looking (yes, I felt like a spy and they are probably a little blurry), but she has since granted me permission to share publicly by facebook message. I was way too chicken to ask in person!<br />
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This is a painting from Aunt Ann's college days which is now the wallpaper on my iphone... Aunt Ann says there is a sadness in both girl's eyes. I see a wistfulness, a knowledge and hope that something better is to come, no matter the current circumstances.<br />
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This one is the view off the back deck of Aunt Ann and Uncle Todd's house. Love the mixture of angry clouds and serene landscape.<br />
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I'm not a horse fan (they are unpredictable at weddings which does not work in my favor on the job), but this painting is fabulous. Look at all the muscle detail!<br />
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And finally, here is a VERY blurry camera phone photo of my Cute Katelyn with her Great Aunt Ann. Loving family is the most beautiful thing of all. </div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-61879035249231517702011-12-28T08:27:00.000-08:002011-12-28T08:27:23.187-08:00Beautiful BoyChristmas is making it easy for me to remember to appreciate that God gave me three beautiful children. I wish I could remember this better every day AND that I would find ways of more actively enjoying the time we have together. Someday they will be grown with their own families and I will be extra sad when the Christmas festivities are over because they will go home and leave me in the dust. But for now, they are <i>really</i> loud and they never leave me anywhere and I have almost no personal space...just saying...<br />
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Like finding hidden treasure, I rediscovered these precious newborn photos of Brady when I was going through photos for my other job. <a href="http://www.angelastott.com/" target="_blank">Angela Stott, photographer</a>, is a true artist. She spent four or five hours at our house waiting for the perfect shot of this sweet baby boy who had no intentions of cooperating, sleeping, cooing, or anything else newborns are supposed to do during newborn photo sessions. It was an experience that we will never forget.<br />
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This post is dedicated to My Mom, Gigi and Aunt Ann... Some of the best moms I know...and probably the only people who are reading this post. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-63947006347588795022011-09-08T19:20:00.000-07:002011-09-08T19:20:04.113-07:00Family FunMy Handsome Husband decided we need an RV this summer. Not only do we need an RV, but he made the exceptionally fine point that it would be a benefit for my business. Three or four months post-purchase, I must admit he's right. Having a place to stay for TONS less than a hotel, but with A/C and a working plumbing is a major plus when doing long-distance site visits. Of course, I'm not really a camping queen, so Handsome Husband knew he had to come up with some sort of catch to bring me on board with this decision and the business angle did it for me.<br />
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We have had some fun family trips, too. One of our favorite campgrounds is in Charleston, SC. Beach time with the kids is priceless (and exhausting). Here are a few photos of their favorite camping activites...<br />
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BUGS... <br />
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WAVES...<br />
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BIKING...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-79394050906356549102011-06-09T18:50:00.000-07:002011-06-09T18:50:54.905-07:00trying to take time offI've been working like a crazy woman lately with my grown-up job. Sometimes I wonder if I should just move out of the house for the two busiest months of the year (June and October), but I think I would miss my kiddos and Handsome Husband just a little too much. Lately I've made an effort to knock off work sometime in the vicinity of 5 'o' clock which is way easier planned than accomplished. However, we had success this week because the girls and I spent Tuesday evening planning Wednesday evening which means one event completely occupied their heads for almost 24 hours!<br />
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The fabulous event? A "Ratatouille" party, in the tradition of the small French rat chef! The girls made chef hats with our sweet artist friend Lily when she was at the house Wednesday morning. They also created black and white checked place mats, inspired by French cafes.<br />
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Million Dollar Cake (from Nicole)<br />
step 1: mix together thoroughly<br />
1 box cake mix <br />
4 eggs<br />
1/2 cup crisco oil<br />
1 stick soft unsalted butter<br />
1 cup sour cream<br />
1 package (small) instant vanilla pudding<br />
4 teaspoons vanilla<br />
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1 1/2 cups chocolate chips<br />
1 1/4 walnuts (something I usually don't have)<br />
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step 4: try not to eat it all in one sitting...like we do <br />
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And here is a picture of all the family (including Aunt Ann) gathered for my baby's baptism. It meant so much to have family and friends there who will support him in faith throughout his life. <br />
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And finally, the grand finale! A calf from Tap Roots Dairy was released in the ring to well, create a patty. The ring represented a giant bingo grid. Each square "sold" for $10. If the accommodating calf plopped on your square, you won $500. The gracious winners contributed their winnings back to the fund to raise over $10,000 for the cause--Naomi's Blessings. Sorry for the lack of photography skills...still trying to figure out how to work my camera phone. :)<br />
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So, here's to a weekend of sleeping--some of my favorite photos of the younger kiddos grabbing a couple of winks, or in my Swedish Grandpa's terms, "resting their eyes".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please do me a favor and do NOT mention to my handsome husband that his picture is here... But I love this image. Daddy and his Boy.</td></tr>
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So the danger is that I may stab a pencil in my eye. Not on purpose of course, but because I'm wildly flailing. <br />
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Let me explain... As you can tell, I love running my mouth, whether through the written or the spoken word. This love does not go away when I get overwhelmed or grumpy. Nope, the desire to run my mouth becomes stronger than ever. And my sarcastic abilities can reach new levels... As nutty as it sounds, it seems the harder I try to control my mouth, the harder it is to control other parts of my body. Thus my tendency to flail...and why it is better for me to type than to use pencils.<br />
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In an effort to get back on schedule and bring my blood pressure down to normal, low levels, I leave you with a few calming photos as I pray "Please, God, make me a normal person..."<br />
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</tbody></table>As a child, I was an exemplary library patron, thanks in large part to my model mother. Yes, she was beautiful, but the "model" term refers more to her citizenry, housewifery, volunteerism, homeschool teaching skills, and well, I think I've made my point. In any case, her method of keeping up with the library books we borrowed once a week and hauled from town to our home in the middle of the mountains (a good forty-five minute drive) involved a library bag and a number system. Obviously, the number system was a bit of a challenge for me, being a numbers challenged individual, but model mother kept it simple. Each of her children were allowed to borrow equal number books to years lived. This worked fairly well for me, especially if I stocked up on classics. <br />
You know, the kind that has 450 pages, plus a prologue. <br />
Thankfully mom made the library trip weekly...<br />
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As an adult and mom myself, I would love to pattern our lives after my model mother's marvelous common sense efforts. Unfortunately, several things stand in my way:<br />
<ul><li>I can't seem to make it to the library once a week during working hours. And I'm not about to drop due books off when the library is closed because I would not be able to refill my library bag.</li>
</ul><ul><li>I can't find my library bag.</li>
</ul><ul><li>I feel badly about only allowing my oldest child six short books. The second born would only get four short books. How would they possibly have enough to read for the next week. Never mind that even the six year old is barely able to read at all...</li>
</ul><ul><li>Thirty-two books is a little much for me to carry home for myself, even if it is equal to my age, so I always end up with some other number of books I can't remember.</li>
</ul><ul><li>The library gives receipts now for books, but I lose them, immediately, on the way out the library door.</li>
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The regular librarians understand that I cannot pay all my fines at once. They realize that this is not particularly a financial issue for me. Rather, it is part of how I claim ownership in my local library. By paying in installments, I am investing in my librarians' salaries and ensuring the purchase of future titles. In fact, I would say that I am a very important entity when it comes to ensuring the longevity of lending libraries in our nation.<br />
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I know many would be tempted to encourage me to move to an electronic reader such as an ipad or kindle as a means of simplifying life. I am pleased to report that I actually have the kindle app on my ipad. However, I miss the feel of books when I read on the ipad. I miss knowing how far into a book I am. I miss the ease of going back a page or two to find an important point. It's just not the same thing... Plus, an ipad requires a charger which would require finding mine...<br />
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A few other images I love that incorporate some of my "calming" colors. Really, would they look good in a house?<br />
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This is my favorite Swede...<br />
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Yes, that is my dear dad. My mother has a coffee mug that says something about marriage to a Swede being bliss or a slice of heaven, or some such sappy thing. I think it's a physical reminder of a happy marriage because unlike me who loves to remind my husband how fortunate he is to be married to me, dear dad just kind of goes with the flow.<br />
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And of course there is my sweet southern friend who moved with her Swedish husband back to Sweden. Her biggest struggle was that no one wanted to shoot the breeze in the grocery store, on the street, or at the public park. I'm with her, if you can't talk to strangers, what are you supposed to do with your time?<br />
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All that being said, I visited IKEA over the weekend. And was astonished as usual. First of all, it is just so ginormous. It makes me dizzy and I spend too much money because when you buy 50 cheap things, it is still expensive. Go figure. Second of all, they sell Pepsi products. Did Coke not make it that far North? I can just imagine some sales rep with poor blood circulation saying "there is no way on earth that I am going to sell to any country past the Mason Dixon line, no matter which continent I'm on."<br />
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The third thing that astonishes me is that the biggest store on earth (seriously, it is bigger than a super Walmart) only has one up escalator and one down escalator!<br />
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That has to be Swedish design. What other people on earth would expect such good behavior from mobs of people <i>shopping</i>? I'm sure no self-respecting Italian would ever expect hundreds of people to line up for an escalator in a nice, orderly fashion. No, the Italians would have built several at various speeds so that people could go at their own pace, enjoying a snack, each other and life in general.<br />
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On the other hand, Americans would also build several escalators for completely different reasons. Americans need to compensate for their constant hurry and fear of fire. We simply must get in and out of a place with no waiting, ever. Things to do and people to see and all that mess. Our multiple escalators would go super-fast. Hmmm, as the mother of three children, I kind of like that idea...as long as dramamine is available and there's someone to catch the kids at the top before their shoe laces get stuck and I lose them forever.<br />
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In any case, I did manage to find lighting for my children's rooms at IKEA. Pink reading lamps and blue stars. I will leave it to you to guess which ones go to which room.<br />
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Have a great Tuesday!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-47515220188741161172011-03-11T13:36:00.000-08:002011-03-11T13:36:01.260-08:00Spring SnowWe woke up to a dusting of snow on the ground. What crazy weather we "enjoy" here in the mountains. Here are some of my favorite photos from a spring snow last year.<br />
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However, my husband feels it is not very kind to him. Let's see, it all started in 2000 when I ran into the back of an Isuzu Trooper. Do you know that a Trooper's back bumper is $1000 to replace? Of course the front end of my little Chevy Cavalier cost quite a bit more... Oh, no injuries. This particular accident was quickly followed by a complete totaling of the little Cavalier (not to nice to the Geo involved, either). Zippo on the injury list.<br />
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Then I got the Saturn. Love, love, loved my Saturn. Never mind the car I bumped getting on the interstate. Never mind what I was applying to my face at the time... The dealership was very kind, and hey, no injuries. It was a medical transport vehicle that I tapped, but I'm pretty sure they were only transporting oxygen, not a heart, or a liver, or something really important like that.<br />
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Then I managed not to run into anyone for a really, really long time.<br />
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Until...<br />
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Yep, that's the end of my mini van. I just can't even tell you the story because the police involved were so kind (gracious, merciful, understanding and just plain nice) and I don't want them to question their judgment. But, again no injuries and now I have a small, but very heavy, HIGH safety-rated SUV. Which brings me to my point:<br />
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My Handsome Husband thinks I would be safer with the children driving a large vehicle. Like Ford Excursion size.<br />
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Or maybe a Suburban.<br />
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Or an Army issue Humvee. My Dear Dad suggested it be bright yellow so my potential targets could see me coming. Camouflage just might not be fair.<br />
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I'm a little worried about my ability to judge space based on past experience. I think you must see where I'm coming from... However, my Handsome Husband assures me that when you drive something big, you don't run into things, you run OVER them and that may be better for preserving life. I think he must be thinking of the children, though, because he keeps urging me to take out a life insurance policy.<br />
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Now that we have our third child and I have my "?" business that requires lots of transportation, I am about won over to the large vehicle concept. However, if I'm going to be driving something large enough to pull a house, I feel it needs style, class and a little bling. Something that says "a beautiful capable woman is driving this car" or maybe "hot mama". Something comfortable for running over curbs and small farm buildings. Something a bit more like this...<br />
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Oh, and just for the record, I've actually been in two other moving vehicle incidents that weren't my fault at all. However, the drivers at fault have been very glad to have me involved. I am a very understanding victim, I know proper accident procedure, and I am fairly good at guessing how much the whole mess is going to cost someone. It's a talent.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893855718754303121.post-79227929904566712952011-03-09T06:23:00.000-08:002011-03-09T06:23:18.045-08:00WednesdaysToday I must do real work all day... Sadly, that means not much time for teeny and bea. Oh, but I will have mexican for lunch. That always makes things a little bit sunnier. And yes, I had it for dinner last night, too... Someday I may be able to explain my love affair with mexican food. But not today. Today, I will explain my love for thrice filtered water (as named by my newly acquired uncle). It brings energy, motivation, flavor, heat and interest to my life. While I clearly recognize that a fresh pot of coffee is nowhere near as vital as God's daily mercies, I still quite enjoy a fresh cup of java each morning (or maybe two or three). Have a wonderful day!<br />
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I am a little worried that you all will think this is a cooking or exercise blog... So you should know that there will be no cooking at my house today as the local burrito restaurant is hosting free kids meals night. And there will be no exercising tomorrow as I have far too much to do. My secret to balancing family and work? Remain as flexible as possible and be prepared to compensate for change. This secret works at least one-third of the time.<br />
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This morning I want to tell you that besides walking the hill bright and early, I made a pot roast. For dinner. If you knew me, you would know what an amazing accomplishment this is. I. Made. Dinner. Not only that, but I did it at 845am, the old-fashioned way, in a pot, on the stove. I was inspired by Ree Drummond of <a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/">Pioneer Woman</a>. She seems to have, be, do it all, so I figure trying her recipe is a step in right direction. I'll have to let you know if it works out, or becomes something that leaks out of my trash bag tomorrow morning onto the kitchen floor...<br />
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