July 31, 2007

"the talk"

As mentioned before, I said I would post about the "talk" Aaron and I had on Sunday night. After a couple days, the emotions that went along with that "talk" have since dissipated into a tranquil calm. The calm after the storm.

The talk wasn't really that bad. For you married folks, you know what I'm about to say. It was one of those talks that is a result of a culmination of frustrations with your spouse. Things you've kept inside for a long, long, time and they finally break the surface when you least expect it.

It wasn't an argument. It was a long talk. And it was good for our souls. We left that talk with a rejuvenation for each other's well-being - something had been neglected for a long while, on both our parts.

Aaron and I truly have a wonderful relationship. In fact, I don't see how we are able to tolerate each other's presence day in and day out without getting annoyed by one another. It rarely happens - to me, this is mind-boggling, seeing as how most people, myself included, can't spend any sort of significant amount of time in closed-quarters with anyone before both people start to get irritated by the other.

Our relationship is so funny. We've come up with a way to describe it: For most relationships, daily life is on a "normal" plateau. For us, "normal" feels like the end of the world. And neither one of us can stand it. We consider our relationship as a mountain top feeling. And moments when it jumps down to plateau, we think it's hit a valley. It totally hasn't! Both of us are so conditioned to believe that everything in this world is perfect, that we should constantly be perfect, that marriage should constantly be perfect. HA!

He and I take any little bump in the road to mean that our relationship is in shambles. It's not! It wasn't until Sunday that we really got the picture.

There's been an awakening in our souls and it's wonderful. I have started reading Chapman's "Five Love Languages" book and Aaron has suggested that he and I read a "marriage" book every now and then together and talk about it, learn from it, grow from it. I thought that was a wonderful idea.

Don't get me wrong. Aaron and I do not need couples counseling or anything like that. We're fine. It's just every now and then couples need to stop, reflect, re-evaluate, and make changes. I feel like we've started a new chapter in our lives in the past two days and I am so excited about what lies ahead.

Goodness. Marriage can be exhausting. But in my book, it's okay to be tired as a product of loving someone so much.

the reception.

I will have pictures and commentary on the reception tomorrow. Just a head's up: It was awesome!

July 30, 2007

the wedding.

I'm sorry I don't have a million pictures of the actual wedding. But it was one of those brief moments in time when you wanted to capture the moment in your heart, not just in your camera. I tried my best to get pictures, but I was absorbed in the emotion of it all. Sounds silly, but this was the most beautiful of weddings I have EVER attended. Ever.

Kelly was absolutely breath-taking in her gown. Everyone lost it when she finally walked through the doors. You could literally sense everyone catching their breath. Then, things really got messy as she walked down the aisle. She walked arm-in-arm with her daddy (which is beautiful all in its own), but something happened inside of her and she started crying. Then everyone else started crying. Why I even wore eye makeup is still a conundrum to me.

She approached her groom at the top of the stairs and then the wedding began.
During the preaching and praying, I kept looking at my husband, who was also up at the front of the church. What an awakening it was to hear those precious words again. "...in sickness and in health, until death do us part." I was overcome with a flood of emotions and was reminded once again at how blessed I am to have Aaron Matthew Webb as my husband. When the preacher said, "It's apparent God has brought you two together," Aaron looked over at me and winked. I guess he was feeling that way, too.

Me and my groom.

From left to right: Chris Sellers, Chad's brother and best man, Chad (the groom), Dominic, and myself. Aaron was taking the picture. The sexy groomsmen, sans Cassandra.
At the church. It's go time!

the rehearsal dinner.

Immediately after the rehearsal at the church, the wedding party (which I happened only to be a part of because my husband was in the wedding. Meaning, I was honored to be invited), all headed to Luciano's Italian restaurant on the Riverwalk.

We were seated in the "party" room, which resembled an old-fashioned wine cellar. It was beautiful. The meal consisted of five courses - an Italian bread appetizer, followed by salad, then a generous helping of pasta, add your entree on top of that, and then finally, the most delicious of desserts.

I chose the lasagna famaso as my entree and I couldn't have been happier. I ate the whole stinkin' thing! I told everyone at the table that it literally melted in your mouth. Wonderful!

My dessert was the pinnacle of delicious-ness, though. I even took a picture of it because it was so good: a crepe filled with banana and whipped cream, topped with chocolate, more whipped cream, and almonds. Holy hell. It was amazing.
I forgot to mention that I finally tasted a wine that I kinda sorta enjoyed! It was a Pinot Grigio called Santa Margarita. I had a feeling I'd like it because it had the name "margarita" in it. It wasn't that bad! It had to be very cold, though, in order for me to like it because as soon as it warmed up, it started smelling and tasting like gym feet. Ew.
At least I have found a wine I can tolerate. Now I can be cool. If you don't know what I'm talking about, refer to these blogs. First and second.

Moving on, here are some pictures from the rehearsal dinner. But first, my commentary: It was such a wonderful experience. My husband and I delighted in each other's company and the company of our dear friends Dom, Shannon, Chad, and Kelly. For once in a long time, we were finally all together and in our element. It was the best couple of hours I have spent of my time in a very long while. I will always remember that night fondly.

Here's a photo of our wonderful friends, Dominic and Shannon.
This is Aaron and me. Obviously. I'm thinking I should have worn my hair down because I look really strange in this picture.
And finally, an odd picture of Shannon and me looking at pictures of our men on her camera. I like this picture because my arms look skinny. LoL.

the wedding rehearsal.

Chad and Kelly had their wedding at the Little Church of La Villita in downtown San Antonio.
Isn't it pretty?

Here are other pictures from the wedding rehearsal.
Here's the groom ready to get the show on the road.
My cutie hubby escorting Chad's momma.
The bridesmaids.
The pastor being silly.
Kelly and her dad during the fake "hand off."
The Harry Potter preacher.
The groomsmen. Mine's the short one. :o)
Chad and Kelly practice the ceremony.

I'll have more wedding footage later. :O)

erica's blog.

I love Erica McMillian's blog. She is faithful. Meaning, she posts once a day, sometimes twice. I love it. Over the weekend, she's had some pretty great blogs. I'd love you to read them.

I especially liked this one.

And if this one doesn't make you laugh, something's wrong.

Anyhow, this was just a quick shout out to Erica. And her blog. Keep 'em coming, girl! You and your daughters crack me up! :o)

o texas, my texas.

We spent the weekend in San Antonio, Texas. We were there because our friends, Chad and Kelly, tied the knot! You probably remember me mentioning them a while ago when they visited us in March. They have such a wonderful story. They met at our wedding! It is so surreal how one of my closest friends in college has now ended up with one of Aaron's closest friends from pilot training. It's a crazy life.

More about their wedding later.

What I wanted to talk about in this post was how Texas restored my soul. Ha. Ok, I wouldn't go that far, but there is nothing like being home, is there?

As soon as our plane landed in San Antonio on Friday, we were walking toward the baggage claim and I said, "God, it feels so good to breathe in big, Texas air!"

During the weekend, we walked by plenty of people speaking Spanish. Aaron once looked over at me after we heard a Mexican store-owner tell a customer, "Hasta manana" and Aaron said, "It's good to be home."

Everything around us was familiar. Everything felt good and right.

As Kelly was getting ready for the rehearsal dinner, her friend Elya and I were talking about the phenomenon that is Texas. She said she knew someone from Oklahoma who told Elya that she was cocky because of her Texas pride. Elya said, "And then I don't her that if she was from here, she'd feel the same way. It's just something you can't explain."

There's just no place on Earth like home, especially when your home is Texas.

coming soon.

Wow, you're gone one little weekend and you miss out on so much! I have spent my whole morning catching up on blogs!! Crazy!

I need to go get groceries, but when I have the time, here's what to expect.
  • Photos of Chad and Kelly's beautiful wedding.
  • "The talk" between me and my husband - it was intense.
  • How to have a positive outlook on life. If you figure out how to do that, please let me know.

July 27, 2007

margarita in a bag.

Who knew they could be so good?
Funny things to note about this picture:
  1. The creepy "sweet-home-alabama-looking" guy in the background with his oh so cool blue bandana on his moppy head.
  2. The fact that the margarita in a bag states, "Alcohol is in it!"
  3. The Band-Aid on my middle finger because a nail popped off right before the game.
  4. How the way my mouth looks resembles Donkey from Shrek.

July 26, 2007

find peace, beautiful boy.

Sean Michael O’Brien, age 27, entered into rest July 23, 2007 in Del Rio, Texas. He was born April 20, 1980 in San Antonio, Texas. He was a graduate of Del Rio High School and Southwestern University. He was an extremely bright and happy child even in his infancy and toddler years.

Sean moved to Del Rio when he was 6 years old and touched many people’s lives in good ways. He attended St. James School and then public school from 6th grade to graduation from Del Rio High. At St. James he participated in Boy Scouts and had fun with soapbox derbies and campouts to Camp Sul Meyer. He played in the Del Rio Laughlin Youth Soccer League.

Sean trained in martial arts with Roland Trevino for a number of years. He lifted weights at Todd Townsend’s Gym. In school he was a member of the National Honor Society and played violin in the orchestra. During his high school years he became certified as a lifeguard and worked at the base pool for a number of summers. He went on backpacking trips with a wilderness group and went to England and Ireland with the high school travel group. During high school and his first year at college he helped restore a 1968 Mustang that was beautiful. He was also certified in vertical rescue.

In college he did well, even after his illness struck him. Despite his depression, mania, medications and his hospitalizations, he graduated and was recognized as a young botanist for his research work. He was accepted into and attended graduate school in Dallas in the molecular and cellular biology program. This lasted only half a year, as his illness and the strain of the program were too much for him. He returned home to live a little over a year ago and made his family happy. While back in Del Rio he was active in various online bipolar support groups helping other individuals with this illness keep their heads above water. He also achieved level 70 in WoW as a hunter.

We miss Sean already.

Left to cherish his memory are his parents, Dr. Larry and Nancy O’Brien. Brother Nicholas O’Brien and sister Tess O’Brien of Del Rio. Paternal grandparents: Lawrence O’Brien and wife Lydia of Ft. Worth, Texas. Maternal grandparents: Ted Pylant and wife Shirley of Arlington, Texas. Uncle Chris Pylant of Arlington, Texas. Aunts: Suzette Pylant of Waxahachie, Texas, Jeanne Friedman of Arlington, Texas, Joan Wehman of Cedar Creek, Texas.

A Memorial Service will be held at 1:00PM, Saturday, July 28, 2007 at Sunset Memorial Oaks Funeral Home, Chapel of Remembrance.

Please visit our website at www.sunsetfuneralhomes.com and sign our online guest book.

Funeral arrangements are entrusted to Sunset Memorial Oaks Funeral Home, 2020 Bedell Ave., Del Rio, Texas 78840 (830) 778-2020, www.sunsetfuneralhomes.com

this makes me sad...

what a loser.

"The drugs are not mine. I am innocent."


July 25, 2007

thou shalt hate thy neighbor?

This is from a publication called The Arkansas Times, "a weekly newspaper of politics and culture."

John Williams reported how in Maumelle, Arkansas, a letter to a black neighbor has become a federal case.

Here's the letter (verbatim and with errors) that was placed in Cassandra and Edward Terry's mailbox: (not even joking)

Just a note from ALL your neighbors in the new neighborhood. This is a white neighborhood and if you have to choose to live in a white neighborhood ACT white not like niggers. Keep your children contained in your house and not hanging out in the street like gangs. You really hurt the property value of the neighborhood. We so appreciate that. Please keep yourselves to yourselves and not disturb anyone else. It's embarrassing enough.

- Concerned people in the Country Club

I don't even know where to begin on this one.
I may have to end it here for tonight and have a go at it tomorrow.

By the way, a federal indictment was returned against Shawn Simone Hardin, the author of this lovely letter, for violating two federal statutes.

super husband!

While I was in class on Monday night, my husband morphed into some sort of supreme being.
I was only gone a few hours and here's what he did in my absence:
  1. Not only did he empty all trash cans in the house, but he replaced them all with a new bag. Then, he proceeded to take the trash cans all the way down to the mail box for the trash guys the next morning.
  2. He started two loads of laundry. Sorted the clothes and everything.
  3. He washed the dishes that were in the sink -- by hand. Heck no, he didn't just throw them in the dishwasher!
  4. He cleaned out the entire garage. He put all my abandoned "teacher" stuff up the attic, which was no small feat because I had tons and tons of "teacher" stuff.
  5. He repaired the window lighting in our front yard. He re-wired the...wires...and replaced the bulbs. Now our front yard looks like something off of hgtv. Seriously.
  6. He fed the dog.
  7. He cleared off all the clutter that he had accumulated on the kitchen countertops and dining room table.
This all occurred in one evening. I know, isn't he amazing? I pretty much have the best husband you could ever ask for.

r.i.p. hummingbird

You may remember an older post about the hummingbird that was trapped in our garage.

Aaron found it yesterday.

I was at my class and when I came home, Aaron said, "I found the hummingbird." I immediately knew what he meant. Poor, poor hummingbird.

"Where was it?" I asked.

"Behind the anti-freeze bottle on the storage shelf," Aaron said. "He was as light as a feather. I had gloves on, so I picked him up and threw him away. You should have seen him. He was so green and colorful."

"You mean he wasn't all rotten and bony?" I asked.

"Well, his eyes were gone."

Like I said, poor, poor hummingbird.

notes on a scandal.

Was a really good movie. But how anyone could have an affair with a teenager is beyond me.

I give it two thumbs up. Rent it, Netflix it, whatever. You'll like it.

And what's not to like about a crazy, old, chain-smoking Brit and a cast with Scottish accents?

July 22, 2007

facebook. i'll never leave this computer.

It's been about two years since I've known of the other networking internet site, facebook. And it's taken me that long to finally sign up.

At first glance, I didn't like it, but now that more friends have been added, there are some things about facebook that are highly superior to those of myspace. I guess myspace is just more familiar.
Here's the problem. Between checking email, reading about 20 different people's blogs a day, checking myspace, and now facebook, how in the hell will I ever get anything productive done?

For instance, it's 6:oo pm and I am still in pajamas. All I've done today is eat lunch...in front of the computer screen.

This can't be healthy.

July 20, 2007

holy crap, this is good cake!

Texas Sheath Cake is now tied with Brooke Denver's grandma's oatmeal cake for the best cake in the whole entire world!

I am eating a piece of it right now. My husband is going to be soooo happy when he gets home! Ha!

Thanks, Chelsey, for this awesome recipe! Yummo!!

You can make this cake, too! Here's the recipe I used.

aside from the previous nasty post...

I am about to go make Chelsey's Texas Sheath Cake. Woohoo!

agony! agony!

My goodness, I am in pain. I have an ingrown toenail! Ewwww! It's so gross, I know! It just even sounds gross...ingrown toenail. Uggh.

I've noticed it hasn't been right for about a month now, but only in the past few days has it really gotten bad. I don't know what to do with it!

I consider myself to have a very high tolerance for pain. I got my belly button pierced, my cartlidge pierced twice and didn't even blink.

But this! This is insane!!

I have such an aversion to this problem because I've experienced it before on such an intense level. When I was a little girl, I was heavily enrolled in dance classes. I think I went to dance class three times a week. Anyway, because of the ballet pointe shoes, BOTH my big toenails had become ingrown. And when you're little, you don't realize what's happening - all you know is something hurts.

So, the problem went untreated for months. I won't go into detail about how gross that was. I ended up getting surgery done on both my toes wherein the doctor numbed each toe with about 5 shots of anesthesia in each, and then pulled the skin back and CUT OUT a section of each big toenail. uuuugggghhh. It was awful! I think I was 1o years old, too! My Dad says he's still traumatized from that experience and it wasn't even him on the operating table!

I do NOT want to do that again. I am going to do everything in power to evade the doctor's office.

Trouble is, I don't know what to do. Soak it, clean it, don't wear tight shoes, yadda yadda. But that's not taking away the problem!

If you know anything about how to fix this, please tell me!!

And a word to the wise, do NOT google image search "ingrown toenail." You'll lose your lunch.

ode to the lemon.

O, lemon, you are like the sun on a cold, rainy day.
You make me feel like a kid again
because you bring to mind pure summertime.
You were invented just for me.
A little bit of sweet, mixed with a lot of sour.
I love how you taste in my cold water.
I could eat you everyday.
Wedges, slices, whole.
It doesn't matter
for you are magnificent
in every realm of your existence.

man capri's

My husband and I watched "So You Think You Can Dance?' tonight and he said the funniest thing, ever.

Neil, one of the male dancers, performed his solo in a tight-fitting black t-shirt and jeans that were rolled up just past his knees.

"Man capri's," my husband said.

I laughed until I cried.

July 19, 2007

the effects of a spray tan and *gasp!* me without makeup

I can't believe I'm putting these pictures up. I look absolutely horrendous. But I know a lot of you wanted to know how the spray tan turned out, so I feel obligated to show you.

Generally, I am quite pleased with the way things ended up. I ended up paying $23.84 for something that will only last 4-6 days, but whatever. I did this because there's a special wedding I am going to in about 2 weeks and I wanted to see if the spray tan was worth it. The general consensus: I like it and I will be going back the day before the wedding.

I love how it looks on my face and body. The only thing I don't like is the way it turned out on my hands and feet. I suppose that's typical behavior of all sunless tanning, though. It made my feet and palms look really dirty. I even put on the "barrier" cream beforehand, and the spray tan still managed to make my palms, fingers, and toes look really bizarre.

You probably can't tell from this picture, but my palms are spotted with the spray tan. You can see that my fingertips look orange, too.

Next is the weirdest thing that happened. I didn't even notice this until about 10 minutes ago in the bathroom. The bottom of my feet are all jacked up! LoL! It looks disgusting and yet, so hilarious at the same time.Hehe, this just makes me laugh. I'm thinking this will go away when I take a shower. (You're not supposed to shower for about 4-8 hours, but I waited a whole day because I really wanted the color to "prime"). I'll let you know if it goes away or not. It's not really a big deal, I guess, because how many people at a wedding see the bottom of your feet? I would be mad, however, if I was taking these ugly feet on a cruise or to the beach. Gross!

Here's a disgusting picture of me before the spray tan. This was after a workout, too. All I have on in this picture is left over eye liner and mascara from the day before. I'm not wearing powder, or base or concealer, so this is all natural. I know, scary.Yes, I made it small for a reason. Ha!

And now here's the after picture. Again, I have on zero makeup (not even eye makeup this time). I love how it made my face look. It really does look natural and I don't even think I'll put on face makeup, maybe just some eye liner and mascara and call it a day. You can really see a difference on my neck and chest. Not too bad, huh?

american idol concert coverage.

It was pretty much awesome.

July 18, 2007

a whole new world.

Ok, so after a day of thinking about this concept, I realize how entirely cheesy it really is.

But here's the story anyway.

When I drive the 35 minutes home from grad school three times a week, I like to listen to Delilah. If you know me, you know I've listened to the Delilah radio show since my early college days in San Angelo.

Delilah. I love her. She makes me cry every night.

My last year of college was pretty rough and I always felt consoled by Delilah each night while I took a hot bubble bath. Her show, as silly as this sounds, helped me through a lot of things. If anything, it made me sleepy and I was able to sleep through the night - something that was hard to do in 2004.

So a couple nights ago, I'm driving home, and a woman calls in to the show and gives her story. It was sad, yes, but the song she requested kind of threw me off guard: "A Whole New World" from the Disney movie, Aladdin.

"That's a strange request,"
I thought to myself.

The woman wanted to hear the song because she was turning a page in her life. In essence, she was viewing life now as "a whole new world." So, Delilah played the song and of course, I cried.

But here's what struck me (and herein lies what makes me weird).

The song could be a conversation between you and God, especially during the early stages of salvation.

And now you're thinking, "What the crap?"

But just look at the words and how I pictured them in my mind and then tell me if I'm crazy.

I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide?
I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming

A new believer:
A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I'm way up here
It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
Now I'm in a whole new world with you
Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky

A whole new world
Don't you dare close your eyes
A hundred thousand things to see
Hold your breath - it gets better

A new believer:
I'm like a shooting star
I've come so far
I can't go back to where I used to be
A whole new world
Every turn a surprise
With new horizons to pursue
Every moment red-letter
I'll chase them anywhere
There's time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you

A whole new world
That's where we'll be
A thrilling chase
A wondrous place
For you and me

I know, it's silly. But that's what I do. It may be weird and juvenile...but...it makes me happy.

sunset tan, here i come!

"I want my skin to look like cinnamon."

Perfect description of what I hope to gain tomorrow by doing the unthinkable, the totally outlandish, the insane: I am getting a spray tan.

I have neither the time or energy to lay in a bed day after day (plus I don't particularly enjoy the health risks, either), so I've opted to go new age.

Spray tan it is.

I'm a little worried. I've been counseled by a handful of people who swear it will look completely natural. They better be right.

All I have to say is that if I turn out looking like this...
Shannon Jackson's head is gonna roll!

July 17, 2007

diet update.

So it's technically day #19 of my diet and exercise frenzy. It's hilarious how I started my diet by chronicling every single thing I ate on my blog. Isn't it funny how we so easily lose that intrinsic motivation??

The good news is that I've been to the gym both today and yesterday and worked out - strictly cardio - for 30 minutes each time. I have full intentions of going back tomorrow to do the same thing.

Here's the stats as of yesterday. I was pleasantly surprised, seeing as how I've been eating like a fat cow since my birthday and then again when Aaron came home from Canada. (See my picture?)

age: 25
height: 5'7" (I grew a 1/2 inch??)
weight: 141.4 (heck yes, people!! That's a total of almost 4 lbs lost so far!)
bmi: 22.5
fat %: 25.2%
fat mass: 32.61 lbs.

I'd say we're doing pretty good so far! I'm half way to my goal!! Yesssssss!

laura's baby boy shower.

Laura Stallings is having a boy! We had her baby shower this Saturday. Laura looked gorgeous - as usual. She was wearing a really pretty red dress (see picture) and her belly was so cute! She had on black heels (which blew me away because I never see pregnant women in heels) and her toes and fingernails were even done. I hope that I am half as cute (and motivated to look great) as she is pregnant.

We ate finger foods, drank raspberry tea, and had the best chocolate cake in the whole world. It was made by Cakes by Sam of Cabot and wow, I wish I would have gotten a picture of it. It was adorable.

Laura's color scheme for her little boy's nursery is baby blue, black, and white. How cute is that?!

She hasn't told us what his name is going to be. I've suggested the following: Consuelo Banana Hammock, Gaylord, Fitzgerald, and Poindexter.

I love you, Laura! Not only is your baby boy going to have two amazing parents who love him so very much, but he will also have the best interior-designed baby room, teenager room, and eventual college dorm.

July 16, 2007

coming soon...

I haven't had time to post as often as I usually do, but here's what to expect in the next few days:
  • My personalized coverage of the American Idol concert
  • Laura's Baby Shower
  • Diet and Exercise Has-She-Lost-the-Weight-Yet? update
  • My take on the song "A Whole New World" from Disney's Aladdin.
Until then!

July 12, 2007

white cheese dip.

Arkansas is strange. Any Mexican restaurant you go to here serves white cheese dip, not orange. I remember the good 'ol days of Cheddar's in San Angelo and how they had the most amazing orange cheese dip on the planet.

I've been in Arkansas for two years now and I have to confess: I have developed an affinity for white cheese dip. The best is served at El Porton and Casa Mexicana.

My question is this: Has anyone found cheese dip (white or orange) in a grocery store that's equally good as the kind served in restaurants? I ask because I just got back from grocery shopping and spotted some white cheese dip in the dairy aisle. It's called Stoby's White Cheese Dip and...it's not very good. It doesn't taste anything like the kind at restaurants.

So...know where I can get some good cheese dip?


My love comes home tonight! Keep your fingers crossed. Planes tend to break down when the guys are on their way home. Please, please, please get here!

Don't expect any posts for a while. We'll be, ahem...busy.

July 11, 2007

my husband, the d.d.

As we speak (type), my husband is spending the last night of his trip to Canada in a hotel room waiting for calls from every other guy who went out to the bars to have a good time.

My husband volunteered, instead, to be the designated driver on the guys' last night out.

My baby! I am so proud of him! He could totally be out partying right now, boozin' it up, doing God knows what...and he's not. He volunteered to do the right thing.

I am so proud of you, love. I hope you know how much this means to me. You are unlike anyone I know. Thank you for standing up and doing the right thing. You've made my heart happy.

Now hurry up and get home so I can show you just how much! ;o)

My baby, the goofball. I am so in love with you.

July 10, 2007

the power of a praying wife.

Prayer works. It really does.

I won't go into detail because, it's quite personal, but I've been praying for a particular issue in my life to no longer be an issue and wow...I'm amazed. I'm truly amazed.

God listens.


Thank you, Vanessa, for posting word about this story on your myspace page. Had you not, I would have never known the heroic story of someone I walked the halls with in high school.

So, Micah Johnson and I were not friends. Not even close. But I knew the guy and we graduated from the same high school the same year, and I guess that counts for something.

The link I've provided is the amazing story of Micah's ability to rescue two of his fellow soldiers during his time in Iraq. You see stories like this all the time, but when you know the person...I mean, really know the person, you can't help but smile, cry, and feel proud to be a part of the winning team.

Sometimes we question the war, we hate the President's judgment, and we scream and yell because we just do not understand why our husbands are torn away from us for months, even years, at a time. But then you see coverage like this and that's when you know. You just know.

Thank you, Micah, and everyone else who is serving our country. You're doing a great job.

To see the video:

Other coverage:
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day #12

Yesterday was day #11 of the diet and exercise program. I went to the gym and did 20 minutes of cardio.

I'm off to gym again! I plan on staying there a lot longer today because I have more time than I did yesterday. 20 minutes is kinda weak.

More later.

if i had a lot of money...

I would buy all these things.
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