tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74043743748942839462024-03-04T20:40:26.797-08:00CelEscapadesStories and ponderings of the new Mrs.Morgan.Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-84238612984613715982013-09-14T08:08:00.000-07:002013-09-14T08:08:11.032-07:0026 Weeks<div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Old Standard TT'; font-size: 20px; line-height: 31.1875px; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: Georgia; padding: 0in;">Best moment of this week:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> We went on a date to Lake Fayetteville yesterday. That was fun. (picture below) Justin even made a list of everything we were doing on the date, so I could cross things off. </span></span></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18pt;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: Georgia; padding: 0in;">Miss anything:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18pt;"> Being able to breathe! This baby is pushing on my diaphragm. </span></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Movement: </b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A ton. She's a busy girl. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0in;"><b>Looking forward to: </b>Seeing the little person who's moving in my stomach. It's weird to not know what she looks like. </span></span></div>
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Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07311120698916927746noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-30693106106409092532013-08-30T19:37:00.000-07:002013-08-30T19:38:05.902-07:0024 Weeks<div style="background-color: white;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: Georgia; padding: 0in;">Best moment of this week:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> Well, we were on vacation this week, so there were a lot of great moments. In regards to Ev, we registered at Target yesterday. Yay! Also, for the first time someone I didn't know told me congratulations, so I'm hopefully getting out of the 'maybe she is pregnant or maybe she ate too many donuts' phase. </span></span></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Movement: </b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yes. A lot. Justin's felt her move several times, and I can see my stomach move when she does. </span></div>
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Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07311120698916927746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-40383794524118908712013-08-07T14:43:00.000-07:002013-08-07T14:43:17.432-07:00So, we're having a baby. <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And, I've been (not-so-subtly) reminded by my dear, dear friends that I never update my blog, and now I have to. Well guys (girls), I haven't had anything to say. Now I do. Plus, my core 4 girls are ALL moving away within, like, 3 weeks of each other, so I have to keep them updated. While the likelihood of me doing this every week is slim, I'll try my best. I would love to read stuff like this from when my mom was pregnant with me or my bro. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(And thanks, <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/frame?post=1323035137&group=0&frame_type=fb&blog=3728439&link=aHR0cDovL2JlbmplbnNlaWxlci5ibG9nc3BvdC5jb20vMjAxMy8wNy9ydWJ5LWtheS12aXNpdHMtZmFybWVycy1tYXJrZXQuaHRtbA&click=0&user=0" target="_blank">Jen</a>, for making my life easy. I stole your questions.) </span><br />
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far along:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> 21 weeks</span></span></span></div>
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clothes:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> Some. A lot of dresses. My pants fit with the stretchy band thing, but dresses are more comfy. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Sleep:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> I get up to pee 2-3 times per night, so that's exciting. I'm way better at sleeping right before my alarm goes off and during the day than I am at night. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Best
moment of this week:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> Buying a glider rocker for baby's room with my mom. I love starting her nursery stuff!</span></span></span></div>
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anything:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18pt;"> Not having to pay attention to my caffeine intake. </span></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Movement: </b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yes! I feel her for a little bit every day. Justin even got to feel her, which weren't expecting at all this early! He kept gasping every time she moved. It was presh. He then got his stethoscope</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> out to try and hear her heartbeat. #mursehusband</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Gender:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> She's a she! Evelyn Louise Morgan. Evelyn, because we like it. Louise, because it was my grandma's name. More on her later. </span></span></span></div>
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signs:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> Um, no. PTL. </span></span></span></div>
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button in or out:</span></b><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> In. Also, PTL. </span></span></span></div>
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rings on or off: </b>On.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span></div>
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If you're wondering why I'm telling you about Spring Breaks from college, read below. If you wanna read about the first one, click <a href="http://acelestee.blogspot.com/2012/10/spring-breaks-part-1.html">here</a>.<br />
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I can say pretty confidently that this was my favorite trip ever. 6 of us and a paper cut out of our friend Sarah drove a total of 61hrs round trip to Boston and back in my parents' car with our luggage strapped to the back.<br />
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Y'all. When I was in college I had Spring. Breaks. Like, good unforgettable random spring breaks. I don't ever want to forget them for a lot of reasons, but one of them being that we did kind of silly, spontaneous things, and they are absolutely some of my favorite times. Here's the first. I'll split 'em up though, because some will be longer.<br />
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My bestie from high school, Shannon, was engaged (maybe just dating at the time, but I think engaged) to this guy (not 'a' guy, rather her now husband) whose family lived in Tampa, FL. We drove there and stayed with his family for the week. We went to the beach a lot and shopped and I ate a Cuban (sandwich) for the first time. It was great. I don't remember too much else, other than someone thought we were in Jr. High when we were at one of Andrew's cousin's basketball games or something. Cool. A couple pics: (I can't find any more. Hmm.)<br />
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So, I got to thinking. I have a lot of stories that I don't want to forget. Not like, ultra cool, life-altering stories, but they are stories and they are mine. Some are funny. Some are sad. Some taught me something. Some are lovey. Since I don't want to forget my stories, I have decided to compile them here. Maybe it will be like a <i>50 First Dates </i>kind of thing and someone will read them if they get amnesia or dementia or something. I don't want that to happen, but it's plausible, I guess. Also, maybe my babies or babies' babies will read them. I would l-o-v-e love to read stories from grandmas or mom when they were in their 20s. (If you don't know me, folks, it seems that I have to have a reason to do something. Not just a 'Hey this seems like fun. I'll do it.' reason. Weird. I think I <i>just</i> learned that about myself.) Anyways, #storykeeper, y'all.</div>
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One time, I was babysitting. I was babysitting a fam of 4. Their dad had dropped them off, and we were getting ready for bed. Once everyone was in bed the eldest told me his stomach hurt. I asked him what he ate for dinner, and he told me Chinese food and pizza. Oh no. That can't be a good combo. I told him to lay on the couch and that I would rub his back. He told me his mom usually got a trash can when his stomach hurt like this. Oh, good. So, I got a trash can. I started rubbing his back, and about 30 seconds later he was vomming his face off and crying. I was so sad for him, and so gag-gy. I called his mom. No answer. Turns out I had 2 numbers for her in my phone and one was wrong. I found the right one and she still didn't answer. Luckily, she called back within about 5 minutes saying she was on her way home. (I left a voicemail saying, 'Um, hi. It's Celeste. Xyz is sick and throwing up. Uh...yea. Bye.'</div>
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When she called back she asked to talk to her babe, so I gave him the phone even though he was still a little preoccupied crying and dry-heaving and such. He was holding the phone. He leaned over to spit. He dropped said phone into the bag-o-chunder and looked at me all wide-eyed and nervous. Sick. 'It's okay.' I said quietly, as I pulled said phone out of barf-can. I put it on speaker phone. She kept praying. I tried not to gag.</div>
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Eventually he quit throwing up, mom came home and I cleaned my phone off. And I used that phone until the day my contract expired. Still works today (over a year since I've gotten a new one, y'all.) Ironically though, I did get very sick the next week. So did my bestie though, and I hadn't seen her since the incident, so I don't really think the 2 were related.</div>
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*First off, I'm rarely this think-y on my blog. This has just been on my mind a lot lately.<br />
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For the second time in our marriage (both out of town, actually), Justin and I were walking down a street and asked by 2 men if we supported gay rights. The first time, we were in Denver on our honeymoon and Justin just said, "Uhh.." as we were walking. We were walking by. The timing was poor. The second time was very similar, except Justin said, "No, thanks."<br />
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As we were walking away I asked him if he thought our responses to those 2 situations were honoring to the Lord. Not that I was anti-what he said. I wasn't/am not. I just don't know the answer to that question. First off, that's a reallllyyyyy loaded question. With everything <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2012/07/in-defense-of-eating-at-chick-fil-a/260139/" target="_blank">going on lately</a>, my guess is that they mean in regards to marriage, but 'rights' makes me think of the right to vote, shop, drive, get a job, etc. I'm pretty sure that's not what they meant.<br />
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Anyways, if I agree with what the Bible calls marriage, but I'm supposed to love everyone - all my neighbors, straight, gay, purple, liberal, conservative, northern, rude, etc., then is saying "No, thanks" a loving response? Telling them why they're wrong and making them think I'm judging them certainly doesn't seem appropriate either. A sin is a sin is a sin, and a believer would not respond well to me being jerk to them and telling them how wrong they are, so why would a non-believer respond well. If I told them in love (whatever that looks like to a stranger on the street), I cannot expect a (potentially) non-believer to respond as a believer would if I approached them in love anyways. <br />
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I don't know the answer. I'm just thinking on it. I'd love anyone else's thoughts, but I would not love to argue with anyone about this. I will not talk to you if you try to argue with me.<br />
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Well, I received a text from my friend Chelsea saying, "Write a blog. What are you doing with your life?"<br />
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Ha. So, here I am. Writing a blog. Telling all 26 of you what I'm doing with my life. :) I might even cue a few up, so I don't drop off the face of the earth again.<br />
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We just got back from Kansas City yesterday, after spending a few days there with only each other. We <i>love </i>hosting people and having friends over and people staying with us, so we do. A lot. Because of that, we have to be very intentional about finding time for us. We obviously need time where we can't be reached or talked into doing something. :) So, we peaced out! And it. was. awesome. We loooovvvveeeee just being with each other despite the amount of time we spend with other people. Granted, I could do nothing and just chill while Justin likes to plan something for every single minute. We find a happy medium.<br />
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<li>Ate BBQ (Gate's, which I was then told by my local friend, Erin, that Gate's is not the best compared to others. Bummer. Just another reason to go back!)</li>
<li>Ate California Pizza Kitchen - where our waiter, Alan, told Justin they had sugar you could add to tea to make it sweet. He also got sassy and even pointed out that it's the same sugar in sweet tea.<br />Excuse me, Alan, have you ever tried to mix a million sugar packets into <i>cold </i>tea? It doesn't dissolve. He was obviously not southern. We tried to be gracious. </li>
<li>Ate at Grinder's, which came highly recommended from the guy we stayed with. It was alright. We obviously love to eat. </li>
<li>We rented an apartment to stay in from a website called airbnb.com, and it was super. This freaks some people out. This is the 3rd place to stay I've found on a sight like this, and so far it's always worked out great. Maybe I'll blog about that later....Anyways, he loved Asian art, but had awesome brick walls and high, open wooden ceilings. Also, concrete floors. Not my fave (they were in the bedroom too, since it was a loft), but fine. </li>
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Didn't wear makeup or work clothes, thank the good Lord. I love to dress up y'all, but I didn't wear makeup in college at <i>least </i>2 times a week. Now I wear it at least 6 days a week. I like to consider my lack of excitement to do that every. single. day. a blessing that my parents bestowed on me by <i>always </i>telling me I was beautiful and telling me that I didn't have to wear makeup to be beautiful. Seriously, what a blessing they are. Parents (I'm not sure there are parents reading this, but just in case) tell your daughters they don't need makeup to be pretty (or clothes, or boys, or whatever). I feel like my mom told me that all. the. time., and honestly (as she will tell you) I said "I know, mom." and got annoyed. It was/is so good for me though (hello, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20peter%203:3-4%20&version=ESV" target="_blank">Peter</a>). Also, my mom didn't always do that (be constantly 'put together'), so practice what you preach. It will rub off. (end my soap box tangent)</div>
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2 of my precious precious girls are graduating today, and it just blows my mind. I remember when we were at <a href="http://acelestee.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-and-lots-of-coffee.html" target="_blank">Kaleo</a> falling hard and fast into sister-friend love. Sweet <a href="http://acelestee.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-little-patalie.html" target="_blank">Natalie </a>and Rachel, I love you to the moon and back.</div>
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Justin and I, we fight. We are married, so of course we do, but we fight about dumb stuff and real stuff. One of our more ridiculous fights happened last week. (One week before we are supposed to be on a panel of married people for engaged couples. #humbling) It is funny, and I don't wanna forget it, if for nothing else than a good story. Here's how it went:</div>
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My mom gave us Easter baskets for Easter. In these baskets were those little 6 packs of powdered donuts. I ate 3 for breakfast one morning (because I prefer the chocolate ones to the white ones, not because I think 3 teeny, calorie-filled donuts are a good breakfast) and put the others in a Ziploc bag. Justin ate the other 3 at some point. No big. A few nights later I was cooking dinner, and Justin was apparently starving. He ate 3 of the donuts from the other pack. He asked me what he should do with the rest. I said, "Put them in a Ziploc or something. I'll eat them eventually." He said, no, they are bad for us. I shall throw them away. (He didn't say shall, probably).</div>
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Y'all. I lovey love to bake/cook a lot. <a href="http://pinterest.com/celestemorgan/" target="_blank">Pinterest </a>has fueled pretty much everything we eat/make in the Morgan house. (With a few staples I learned from my mom of course.) It's been mostly just recipes, but here are a few things I've tried. Some I've l-o-v-e-d. Some have been super fails. Seriously, is there someone out there trying to trick people on Pinterest? The glowy Mountain Dew bottle thing doesn't work btw. I didn't try, but <a href="http://sarahhopeallen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sarah </a>did...I'm pretty sure she's the one who told me at least.<br />
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<a href="http://www.howto-simplify.com/2010/03/white-chicken-chili.html" target="_blank">White Chicken Chili</a> - I'm making this for community group tonight, actually.<br />
<a href="http://thewhitesilkpurse.blogspot.com/2010/10/laundry-soap.html" target="_blank">White Silk Purse Laundry Detergent - </a> I made a different recipe a while back, but I like this one better. It's more concentrated and smells better. Mine didn't turn out quite like hers. I don't think I used enough water, but it still works!<br />
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</div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-4564865930034248182012-01-31T16:14:00.000-08:002012-01-31T16:14:27.653-08:00Bosses<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Y'all. I have had some great bosses in my day. Seriously. First off, I know, I'm only 23. I haven't worked a ton, but I've had a few jobs and even more bosses. Specifically, about 7 jobs (9 if you count that I worked at 3 different Office Depots) and about 11 bosses. That's not even counting assistant managers/bosses. I really really enjoyed <i>most</i> of them. Most. :) Currently, I thoroughly enjoy both my work environment and my bosses. Isn't that neat? That's such a blessing. I don't want anyone who hates their job to think I'm rubbing in this, I just realize that it truly is a blessing. I mean, I spend <i>sooo</i> much time at work. <br />
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A lot of people ask me what I do/what my typical day looks like. Well, both of those are weird answers and sort of make my job seem shady. I'll do my best to fill you in. The random-ness is one of the things I cherish about this job because doing the same thing every day is bo-ring.<br />
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Over the last few weeks I have:<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Sat in meetings and took notes. </li>
<li>Scheduled things. </li>
<li>Learned...well am learning, how to self publish a book and an e-book. </li>
<li> Ordered books. </li>
<li>Gone to the news to help with client interviews. See one <a href="http://www.laisdentistry.com/dr-lais-on-channel-5" target="_blank">here</a> if you're that interested. </li>
<li>Gone to a chapel event at a medical facility....also, I got blessed an anointed with oil at one of these when I first started. Not kidding. I've been to a lot of churches and that hasn't happened to me before. Check that off my list. </li>
<li>Delivered pies to local medical facilities between here and Bentonville. </li>
<li>Written Christmas/Holiday cards. </li>
<li>Learned about how/what companies make Deal Piggy and stuff work on the back end</li>
<li>Blog/facebook for a few clients...I get to start Pinterest-ing soon I hope! </li>
<li>Written legal docs to start up an LLC. Yes, written.</li>
<li>and more. :)</li>
</ul>Guess what I'm doing tonight? Making more laundry detergent but with a new recipe! So excited! Seriously. I'll keep you posted.<br />
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Today, y'all, I miss India. A lot. I miss the children (who are nearly 2 years older now! That means that <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOn2GHPBusaoDNaDGSt3gZzOOvqCaY8eynPRds7VAPxWNGOF0oL0JtmMNgThftN-hcuz699lyyd2EYnUDbQcmdgAMkQFnNwBt8wxMYM54J-DxDPvoK94QpXmlzJof8Sqjl1B3PPAqxQw/s1600/IMG_2412.JPG" target="_blank">this brand spankin' new baby </a> is probably walking now!) and the women and even the chaos a teency bit. I miss how dependent I was on the Lord during that summer. I dearly miss my Chelsea and Priyanka. Please note, it is not easy to live there, especially when you're from America. So, I'm certain I'm remembering the best only, and not the frustration, and not the missing Justin and my family, and not the inconvenience of every single thing in that country, but still I miss it.<br />
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Today though, I am also very thankful for my job. I am so blessed to have a job that I love, y'all. It changes a lot, and I. Love. Change.<br />
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Today I am sore because I went rock climbing for the first time ever. Y'all, it was fun, but it was hard. You have to be so strong to do it! Katie, my friend that was showing some us the ropes, could gracefully swoop across the wall as if it were no big thing. So impressive. I am very aware today of how un-strong I am.<br />
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Today, in like 5 minutes, I get to babysit some of my faves. Y'all, who knew you'd miss kids you babysit when you don't see them in a while? Well, ya do...or I do at least. #giddy<br />
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Lovey love. Happy weekend.<br />
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</div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-25549970031194287042012-01-06T16:40:00.000-08:002012-01-06T16:40:38.642-08:00The last year of Ever<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Welp, rumor has it that this is the last year ever. Sorry 'bout ya, Mayans, but my guess is that you are mistaken. I mean, I could be wrong...but I also couldn't. What if it was the last year of Ever though, y'all. It could be scary to do that, but also really stinkin awesome. You could justify quitting your job, doing whatever the heck you want, spending however much you want, going wherever you want, wowie. Here's what I'd do:<br />
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1. See. My. Chelsea. Lordy, I miss that girl.<br />
2. Travel my face off. All the continents y'all. (Although I hate cold, I'd go to Antarctica for the Polar Bears). Also, if you're a realist like me, this would be paid for by the mondo loan I'd take out since I wouldn't have to pay it back.<br />
3. I think I'd shave my head. Maybe not. Idk.<br />
4. On the polar bear note, I would have to snuggle one. I'd just have to.<br />
5. Then again, the world would probably just go crazy before then and everyone else would hoard up all the funds...so I'll stop my silly list now.<br />
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We're officially moved into our new apartment. It's starting to feel like home to me. The first night we were here watching a movie it felt like we were house sitting or something. I'll show you some pictures soon. My sweet Justin hung up a ton of stuff for me, but there are still a few things we need to do. Currently, I'm deciding where to place the bassinet. The one we bought for the wedding to be a drink cooler, which then became a blanket holder in our home, and now won't fit in the living room. Justin says we should save it for a baby (y'all it is weird to think there may be a baby in my belly or our house one day that we are responsible for. Yikes.) It's cute and neat because it was at our wedding, but it's also only gonna used for a short period of time and who knows if we'll even be here then. You know I'm not taking that thing out of the country.<br />
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Tonight is cheese party and the Cotton Bowl, but I must admit, I am WAY more excited about cheese party. It's exactly what it sounds like, a party where we eat cheese.<br />
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Go Hogs. Woo Pig. </div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-52730359840140252392011-12-15T19:57:00.000-08:002011-12-15T19:57:20.311-08:00Echinoderms, hot cocoa, and dental implants.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
All 3 of those things are very random, but what I'm currently thinking about. Here's why:<br />
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Echinoderms: I thought both hippos and rhinos were those. I was wrong. I thought of it because my twitter background is cutie hippos and my brother's is rhinos. We love big animals apparently. Also, I love polar bears, but yes, I know they'll rip my face off. Thanks for shooting my dreams down to hug one.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hot cocoa: I don't really like hot cocoa mix unless it's in milk. Also, I don't really use hot chocolate mix. I use sugar, cocoa, vanilla, salt, and, duh, milk. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dental implants: I've been researching them a lot for work. Random, but true. I lovey love my job, y'all. It's random, but so great. I'm so thankful. It's so neat how God provides. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Family Christmas this weekend, Justin's birthday on Monday, and our work Christmas party on Monday! Woo! Speaking of work Christmas, here's something I do at work: <a href="http://www.nwahealthandwellness.com/office-parties-101">http://www.nwahealthandwellness.com/office-parties-101</a> Random. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Y'all, let me preface this with I'm not fishing for compliments with what I'm about to say. Please don't think I am.<br />
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Anyways....One thing I've had to come to terms with about myself is that I don't have the gift of thoughtfulness. I wish I did, y'all. I think I always thought I had it, but I'm not so sure. I'm actually pretty sure I don't. I'm also kind of ok with it. While it's a bummer, I'm glad I at least know, so I can work on it. Don't know what I mean? Here are some examples:<br />
My friends/fam/husband are so good at birthdays and gifts. Justin swears he got me the best Christmas presents ever this year. (I don't have his or anyone else's gift and won't for a couple weeks). Chelsea is so great writing me letters, and she's the one in India. My sweet girlies always get me something I love or have mentioned for my bday and for everyone elses, and I'm lucky if I remember the day of much less the week of their birthdays. It's not like I think of stuff and don't do it, I simply don't just think it. I have to put a LOT of thought into stuff like that. Gift giving - also not my strong suit. That's it. Just a revelation I thought I'd let y'all know.<br />
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In other news, we're moving in 20 days! Just down the road...literally about 200 yards. Our current apartment has other creatures living in it, and I just can't deal with it. We're breaking our lease and moving on. (Thank you Jesus that we found a place that would give us the first month free). That makes me think that I've never shown pictures of our first home on here. Here are a festive few.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFoUBaopqfZcJhQJa3ASTfPmrQGjnAUNJ8jamWKN6GyZu0Ub3IH33x9AqcZpFM1PRD5wcPyhayEmlRTB6fj55WczXLfGVqnQWD1Mv2SjcLKBexYubsQ4edrbJ7SuO9JMNaijwVo07fRk/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFoUBaopqfZcJhQJa3ASTfPmrQGjnAUNJ8jamWKN6GyZu0Ub3IH33x9AqcZpFM1PRD5wcPyhayEmlRTB6fj55WczXLfGVqnQWD1Mv2SjcLKBexYubsQ4edrbJ7SuO9JMNaijwVo07fRk/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is us with John, Justin's bestie and our current roommate. He's on furlough from India and is staying with us while he's in Fayetteville. (Yep, we both have besties in India). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">On another Christmasy note, we had a Christmas party here last night! We went to the Square (which was lovely) and took pictures then came here and ate, hung out, and played games. Y'all there was at least 46 people in our apartment at one time. Yea. Wow. Didn't know that was possible. It was great though! People made and brought delicious snacks and dressed festively. It was so great. Here are a few photos from that. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxdsW_fKAGzp7iNtFmduKsiy35psF_OSti1fKrTVSAfe5XHK4J8OSPky-A7RcR4q6IEUS2QNQHO0QDJKlqFXjTj_smDhEjFYPxWCVAuShHQQ1iIX9-WsuvmPpn-M0Utlw69qS23feF0s/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxdsW_fKAGzp7iNtFmduKsiy35psF_OSti1fKrTVSAfe5XHK4J8OSPky-A7RcR4q6IEUS2QNQHO0QDJKlqFXjTj_smDhEjFYPxWCVAuShHQQ1iIX9-WsuvmPpn-M0Utlw69qS23feF0s/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">With sweet, <a href="http://www.sarahhopeallen.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a>. Love love love her. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERnmdpoRjzUgIiuE3OV1Iy41Iyyyae-J5ZtxrXhBCUoU2tD_kn5t_b_5Qgde3QMfJEY0_DLL-y1D4mvaM9Nk8BNH_xcV-k_VFEYJ_PKV9h0Q9FL7lEXzfm0USOaMzoZpQBz02LxmbNfM/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERnmdpoRjzUgIiuE3OV1Iy41Iyyyae-J5ZtxrXhBCUoU2tD_kn5t_b_5Qgde3QMfJEY0_DLL-y1D4mvaM9Nk8BNH_xcV-k_VFEYJ_PKV9h0Q9FL7lEXzfm0USOaMzoZpQBz02LxmbNfM/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was our (Rachel left - Natalie right) 3 year friendiversary! 3 years ago when these girls were wee little freshmen (they're seniors now!) they came over to my apartment and we went to the square to take pictures. (Nat brought Rach. That was when we met.) I have had the privilege of discipling these girls and being their friend for 3 years now. Words can't express how dear they are to me. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWh4DM-41BIjktjFDAgL0V4BYpHVcK95A_PbPrdw67-LZzq_39atrouL8OGtT1nz9MQzWc6oVssC4-p3u5l-XNfJvLa4Bm-yXcQSvQL4AfdzeJurTLuHwyd5yvolG8NbBfsfed4raDV8/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWh4DM-41BIjktjFDAgL0V4BYpHVcK95A_PbPrdw67-LZzq_39atrouL8OGtT1nz9MQzWc6oVssC4-p3u5l-XNfJvLa4Bm-yXcQSvQL4AfdzeJurTLuHwyd5yvolG8NbBfsfed4raDV8/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Y'all. Last time Jusitn and I took pictures on the Square it was for our <a href="http://yocum-photography.com/blog/?p=200">save the dates</a>. Now we've been married for 6 months. Wait, what?!? Who am I?! Happy, that's who. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgXx3KmTEk35c27GOthq4NRwkAbjSrr_nsteGIIDpbCW5xW7h3vGzEF4hc5EHgT9EMp_jzASNtkO09VAE_pYJMYETgqnqJGvZDaLf2JUUm6yVPxgR7bnbM77484_V1744POSIsZnIyCw/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgXx3KmTEk35c27GOthq4NRwkAbjSrr_nsteGIIDpbCW5xW7h3vGzEF4hc5EHgT9EMp_jzASNtkO09VAE_pYJMYETgqnqJGvZDaLf2JUUm6yVPxgR7bnbM77484_V1744POSIsZnIyCw/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Sarah and Jason (and Josh pretending he's not in the picture even though he knows he is, and Tim really thinking he's not in the pic). They're sibs. Sarah's my bro's age (and they're friends) and Jason's my age and we have worked together for the past year and half or so. He actually played a part in getting me my current job. I like you Biggs (how do I make that plural?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-66639856645727272772011-11-19T19:59:00.000-08:002011-11-19T19:59:10.083-08:00Saturday Sweets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So I skipped a week. Already. Oops. Please forgive me. It's been a weirdo week.<br />
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Y'all. It was my birthday. If you know me, you know I l.o.v.e. love birthdays. I had a whole thing planned out this year how my birthday was going to be called "CElection Day" because my birthday was on election day! I mean, it's been on an election day before, but I think the presidential election day (let's be honest, the real one) only once (the day I was born - the first George W. I believe). Well, I'd been talking about it forever, since <a href="http://sarahhopeallen.blogspot.com/2011/08/yesterday-stuff.html">Sarah's</a> birthday actually, but it wasn't until late October our friend Tim gently informed that my bday was not a presidential election day this year. Bumm-er. Seriously. I was so sad. I didn't know what I was going to do (because again, I lovey love birthdays), but I did know Justin was taking me on a surprise date. He does that a lot, so it wasn't super fishy, but y'all I had another surprise party! 3rd one in my life and the second year in a row! Wowie. My friends/fam/hursband are so good to me! Y'all. I was so blessed by it. Check out this video if you haven't yet.<br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=980898749087">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=980898749087</a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmAKtIUOpN5xcwaKzwYKQkLZ-GKDAE_ZKKSqYMkXQDdvbijD0bTgbY_O5ygdBfKpi4APRMN9NILYwCaoDmSWWhr8imAGNJeqiwQDKflfQpWIKG0qTfkOdSRfm0HtgDr1j-_d1HLczcUM/s1600/IMAG0080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmAKtIUOpN5xcwaKzwYKQkLZ-GKDAE_ZKKSqYMkXQDdvbijD0bTgbY_O5ygdBfKpi4APRMN9NILYwCaoDmSWWhr8imAGNJeqiwQDKflfQpWIKG0qTfkOdSRfm0HtgDr1j-_d1HLczcUM/s320/IMAG0080.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look how decorated our after-party apartment was!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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And, <a href="http://acelestee.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html">here</a> is my surprise party from last year. Awesome right?!<br />
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Pretty mail is another one of my faves this week.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPc768XVhPGjH2XCflBIYTEoG4zsZscge7F8TAaPOiJm8oc-l9O7ipXiuHHzVpA6IGGLKKcXKnA2GngTMsId__51cYjBxZrq-0rYSrz9JlAG_XV2n_jTEanaC8E2j01ocA3EbpyCgnU-Y/s1600/IMAG0084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPc768XVhPGjH2XCflBIYTEoG4zsZscge7F8TAaPOiJm8oc-l9O7ipXiuHHzVpA6IGGLKKcXKnA2GngTMsId__51cYjBxZrq-0rYSrz9JlAG_XV2n_jTEanaC8E2j01ocA3EbpyCgnU-Y/s320/IMAG0084.jpg" width="191" /></a></div> Technically, this wasn't mail. John brought it back from India for my birthday from Chelsea, but I count it as mail. They're already on the desk....that will hopefully have a top soon, so I can show you!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_4-BFlPL2BqmuqaoLdjsLtmxKEwEZ0FG9FiUupMNjV4FOHbPJWFTGpm8CLyv-8kZRKqCb0Z51BrI0Wpjr0Fmovw2Pii6CqpTfec2tqMDKKp3GkH6NE6-6NMM829-ONGx6q9WCUFpCIA/s1600/IMAG0086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_4-BFlPL2BqmuqaoLdjsLtmxKEwEZ0FG9FiUupMNjV4FOHbPJWFTGpm8CLyv-8kZRKqCb0Z51BrI0Wpjr0Fmovw2Pii6CqpTfec2tqMDKKp3GkH6NE6-6NMM829-ONGx6q9WCUFpCIA/s320/IMAG0086.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Mail from Chels and my grandma. I got 2 other mails from Sara and Sarah. They both also involved pink. One was a preshy/weird birthday card, and the other was the cutest little birth announcement I've ever seen.<br />
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Another super big fave this week is traveling not in the rain. Y'all. Justin and I drove to Cabot from here in a storm, from Cabot to Hot Spring in a storm, and from Hot Springs to Fayetteville in a storm. We're so thankful to drive in normal weather.<br />
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Another fun thing this week is that I got to deliver pies for work. Y'all, who doesn't want to be the bearer of a pie? Who's going to be unhappy about getting a pie? No one, that's who. I lovey love my job y'all. Praise the Lord. I almost took (well, did a second interview) with a degree-related, child-centered job, and every single day I am so thankful I didn't. I'm so glad God is bigger than me.<br />
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We had family Thanksgiving today, and that was super. I love Thanksgiving and Christmas food. I love the holidays.<br />
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Happy Satur-almost-Sunday! </div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-89856940162955674252011-11-05T09:23:00.000-07:002011-11-05T09:23:38.633-07:00Saturday Sweets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Y'all.....all 26 of you.....sorry I'm a blog failure. Not that I think you're spending all your waking moments waiting on me to blog, I just feel like I should be better at it simply because the few dear ones to me that do read it do genuinely care about what's going on in my life. (And, I especially care about those that are dear to me, but not so near. I can't tell them *ahem-Chelsea* to blog more if I don't.) Anyways, I've been thinking a lot about why I blog. It seems sort of vain and prideful doesn't it? I mean I'm generally talking about me and my life and what I do, and really, it's not that exciting. But, while thinking about that, I also thought about my (Lord-willing) future children. Y'all. I would love love love love to be able to read what my parents did before they even knew I'd be their daughter. So maybe so sweet 22 year old girl (or boy, or hopefully girlS and boyS!) will <strike>love </strike> at least get a laugh at reading these very sporadic, random ramblings one day.<br />
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So, I've decided I will write <i>something</i> at least once a week by posting a few fun/random/favorite things on Saturday. I shall call it Saturday Sweets...because I love alliteration...and sweets (and obviously ellipses). And also that I can also do it on Sunday and it still be alliterated. :)<br />
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Here ya go! Volume 1 Issue 1 of Saturday Sweets. (PS, this whole idea is sort of a mishmash idea that I stole from <a href="http://www.queen-of-the-house.blogspot.com/">Sara's </a> instafriday posts and <a href="http://www.laurenconrad.com/">Lauren's</a> (yes, we're on a first name basis) Friday Favorites posts.<br />
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1. I just found out Justin is off Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Christmas Eve. Woo-hoo. Y'all, he works at a hospital. That is not common.<br />
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2. I got to Skype with <a href="http://chelsjorjann.blogspot.com/">Chelsea</a>, and that is always one of my favorites.<br />
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3. My birthday is this week! I LOVE love love love love birthdays. Not just mine. Everyone's. I still need to plan something, but I love an excuse for everyone to get together (and on my birthday that means not playing games I hate playing at other parties.)<br />
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4. Y'all this video makes me sad, but the last kids on it are SOOOOO funny. They make all the whiney kids before worth it. Let's be real, that's totally what I would've done.<br />
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5. <a href="http://www.howto-simplify.com/2010/03/white-chicken-chili.html">This</a> recipe I got off of Pinterest. Y'all. I luuuuurrrrrvvvvveeee Pinterest (like everyone else in the world) and this soup. (They call it chili). It's so easy and so tasty. I'm making it for our Community Group tomorrow.<br />
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6. Halloween's over. Thank goodness. I'm not such a fan of that holiday, but I do love Thanksgiving and Christmas. Did I tell you our tree was up? It is. :)<br />
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Happy Saturday, lovies!</div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-79277019354861345092011-10-19T18:59:00.000-07:002011-10-19T18:59:53.068-07:00Blog fail<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Y'all. I am a blog failure. So sorry. We've been pretty busy the last couple weeks. I've what feels like a billion weddings/showers. Who knew fall was wedding season?! Not me. I think after the next wedding we are officially half way through our weddings for the season. Whew. And I have 2 baby showers in the next two weeks...not for me, like, I'm going to them. When did I become so grown up?<br />
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Anways, Justin ran a half marathon last weekend with <a href="http://www.queen-of-the-house.blogspot.com/">Sara's</a> husband (whom he uh-dores). In Kansas City. He got 91st in his division (age 25-29 I think) and 699th overall (there were like 7,000 people there). He finished in an hour and 49 minutes.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtzhwCNAiHwIRZTO8XRrQYM1BhCDwgUOV0BXxr4pFcVqyNQ6_nnMWOtAY-j4zzklRsPbGkRGV29_ZHnwTQptUZGpfzyvUNl_mqTaq-dgxjmbYXV_6QAB-UPjospfapWfxhzLDu6VKlBA/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtzhwCNAiHwIRZTO8XRrQYM1BhCDwgUOV0BXxr4pFcVqyNQ6_nnMWOtAY-j4zzklRsPbGkRGV29_ZHnwTQptUZGpfzyvUNl_mqTaq-dgxjmbYXV_6QAB-UPjospfapWfxhzLDu6VKlBA/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The guys pre-race...very early in the morning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwWrXPyUINxLzzu0dKgkqLXWMDglSB5G9ewA4TN3sH1bALfdFLKpGULHY0GgMkRAP9ro0jYV22gjO42LOPq1EWVy0aqQXWYV75TkpgO7ENgZP6inXTJFT1JtriY6zQ817ftCz3SredJ4/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwWrXPyUINxLzzu0dKgkqLXWMDglSB5G9ewA4TN3sH1bALfdFLKpGULHY0GgMkRAP9ro0jYV22gjO42LOPq1EWVy0aqQXWYV75TkpgO7ENgZP6inXTJFT1JtriY6zQ817ftCz3SredJ4/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Soooo many people got up sooooo early in the cold to run. Crazies. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_m6onkTRlnS1NUnUs_Q45Lm2AK5t6eGdgWhHj-g9W2shtT_e2huZ_4mSwKC8YXyV69OPmpQPnhgU1SbGNuQP_gRS7vkzpa_GH1i6b8-mpfpijfSIo6bFdOT7m5Ubz4cRQoW3YugYowg/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_m6onkTRlnS1NUnUs_Q45Lm2AK5t6eGdgWhHj-g9W2shtT_e2huZ_4mSwKC8YXyV69OPmpQPnhgU1SbGNuQP_gRS7vkzpa_GH1i6b8-mpfpijfSIo6bFdOT7m5Ubz4cRQoW3YugYowg/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> There they are, about 2 miles in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-xACi_VhG4mrouzrKk2wbM4o843FLqTRk4l9mdxm_gVPJglBtML5-C646OY8O2mdsaxw_P9lpyZkY3_fXe9PFObhFhqB_nXMiVOd9oKY8a3ZK-H5aLDayzGbAxlNrLzJG6gYQKqSeWo/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-xACi_VhG4mrouzrKk2wbM4o843FLqTRk4l9mdxm_gVPJglBtML5-C646OY8O2mdsaxw_P9lpyZkY3_fXe9PFObhFhqB_nXMiVOd9oKY8a3ZK-H5aLDayzGbAxlNrLzJG6gYQKqSeWo/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This sweet boy looked up when I said, "This is for Miss Chelsea." So, Miss Chelsea, this is for you. Sara, I'm obsessed with your kiddos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TXyhmnIHvaztPUaNttakoVr6uGWOxu43YW_FSBJ6-8oO_jrJnzMr-H2vKFav7vYbiVROttvgnIlTYgIPEt9RV8WsY84FRXlIng9kUKEMr79cQCdBZ57thk8F_sbEI6GbuYIIcEkoEE0/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TXyhmnIHvaztPUaNttakoVr6uGWOxu43YW_FSBJ6-8oO_jrJnzMr-H2vKFav7vYbiVROttvgnIlTYgIPEt9RV8WsY84FRXlIng9kUKEMr79cQCdBZ57thk8F_sbEI6GbuYIIcEkoEE0/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't get a picture of the guys crossing the finish line, but this is what it looked like. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Subject change: We bought a Christmas tree yesterday!!!! And it's already up. Don't judge me. Don't you dare judge me (that's for you Sarah Allen). Anyways, we live in an apartment. Without an attic. Or much storage at all. So, it was just easier to put it up. It's not decorated or anything, but it's up.<br />
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Guess what else? We got a new couch a few weeks ago for $40 on craigslist. Y'all. I love craigslist. I could look at it forever. Plus, we sold a ton of stuff on it, and that's how we paid for a lot of our honeymoon. Anyways, the couch isn't fancy, but she's clean and comfy. I am so thankful for it.<br />
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My job's going great (that's what people typically ask me about these days). I love it. Really. It's so fun to just be a little helper all day. My bosses seem super grateful, so that's encouraging too. Most of what I do (since people usually ask that as well) is schedule, call, email, social media (yep, part of my job is facebook and twitter), and a whole bunch of other random stuff. Currently, I'm trying to find Dallas area style blogs. Cool? I think so. Not everything is that fun, but I do get to google/research a lot of stuff and that's neat. And, I'm learning a TON. That's always good...especially for non-school learners like myself.<br />
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No one likes to read a novel (well, on a blog that is), so hopefully I'll keep you posted better in the next few weeks. Here's a preshy picture of my husband as a baby to make you smile. Y'all. A sailor. So great.<br />
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Sorry y'all. I've sort of unintentionally been on a blogging hiatus. Ya know who hasn't though? Mrs. Yocum, my cheer coach/photographer. Take a look!<br />
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I know, we've been married for 4 months, but it's on her blog now!<br />
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Lovey</div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-85216667014016068812011-09-10T08:52:00.000-07:002011-09-10T08:52:57.949-07:00Grown up job<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Wanna know what I did at work yesterday? A lot of stuff, but here's one thing my <b>boss</b> showed me. (please note the emphasis on boss, I'm not YouTubing things at work.)<br />
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Isn't this incredible?! This was actually filmed at these people's wedding. I. Love. It.<br />
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Yes, my job is so draining. Ha. Kidding. I love it!<br />
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Happy Saturday, y'all!</div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-43588524645989248622011-09-05T19:51:00.000-07:002011-09-05T19:51:27.146-07:00Book Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Yep. Well sort of a book review. More of my thoughts on books. BUT it's not required for a class for the first time in forever. I used to <i>love </i>to read, but then I think late high school and college sort of ruined it for me. Between class and different Bible/book studies, who wanted to read a book just for funsies? Not this girl. Now though, Justin has been reading <a href="http://www.thehungergames.co.uk/about_the_book">the Hunger Games</a> books, and after being urged by him and my friend, Ashley, I started them too. (Don't judge the books by the website. It looks way goofy. Or do. Whatever.) Y'all. I read the first 2 books in like 5 days. They're 300something pages each. Now, I'm waiting on Justin to finish the 3rd, so I can. It has been so long since I've gotten caught up in a book, but I love it. It feels more productive than Pinteresting things all the time, but really it probably isn't. At least I use the stuff I pin. I'm writing this to tell you that if you're a reader, or if you're not, read the Hunger Games. I cried 3 times in the first book (I'm an emotional reader.) Let me tell you why I love/hate these books: they are tragic and scary and lovey and unable-to-be-put-downy. What's so catching about them is that they could, to a certain extent, be real. Reading them is horrifying because people are killed intentionally where others can see to make a point, and this is a part of our history. It's not as if this hasn't happened in the past and is still happening other places in the world, and that is chilling and infuriating. It also makes me thankful that by the grace of God I don't live in an era where that is normal. How blessed are we to be in America in the 2000s?<br />
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Reading these books now has made me think of all the books I loved in the past; <u>Are You There, God It's Me Margaret</u> by Judy Blume, all the <u>Boxcar Children</u> books, <u>The Babysitters Club</u>, <u>The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants</u>. Y'all, kids books are so fun. Is there anything you've read or are reading that I should check out? I'm determined to become a reader again and not stop once I finish this series. I hear there's a book called <u>Justin Morgan had a Horse</u>...might have to check that one out just for kicks. :)<br />
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Happy Labor Day, y'all! </div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-2765810612090138852011-08-29T10:18:00.001-07:002011-08-29T10:24:56.691-07:00My New Smarty-pants Phone<div><p>Well y'all, it is done. I now have a big girl phone. An HTC Inspire to be exact. I like her. I'm still getting used to her, and currently I'm typing this with only my right index finger. Efficient I know. Justin says I need to start using my thumbs, and I don't really know why I don't. That's how I texted on my old phone. Pointer Finger just seems like the best choice right now. It's pretty neato that I can blog on here though. She doesn't have a name yet, buy I'd like to shoutout to my old phone Zena- You were a trooper and made it through 2 years of drops, babysitting, being dropped in vom while babysitting (not joking), being run under water, being caked in hairspray and face oil, and of course much calling and texting. You're my backup now, but it's time for you to rest. Live strong Zena. <br>
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Welp, even though I just got a new job, I just got a different one. I put in my 2 weeks notice at Boingo Bounce (which I LOVE working at by the way) to jump into the business world. Yep. I, who loves children and studied them, am going to become a power-suit and pump wearing business machine. Just kidding, but I do love women's suits. Don't hate. How cute is this?<br />
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This also leads to another big change in my life. I'm getting.....a smart phone. Yep. That's right, y'all. This <strike>hater </strike>lover-of-not-always-being-accessible is getting one. My boss suggested it and <i>someone</i> (Chelsea) really wants me to get an iPhone to FaceTime her. I don't know about that because I can Skype her from my compy, but her chances have greatly increased. Any smartphone suggestions/advice out there?! I'd love it. I'll be making a purchase soon because my old contract just ended! Before I jump on this bandwagon though let me just point out that it isn't smartphones I hate. Nor do I hate the people who have them. I hate that I will always be accessible, and I extra don't like seeing people on their phones all. the. time. If I ever do that, please rebuke me. Seriously.<br />
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Happy almost weekend, y'all!</div>Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08784304319139007364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404374374894283946.post-38414567962839532492011-08-10T14:10:00.000-07:002011-08-10T14:10:45.484-07:00Baked goods<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Y'all. Wanna know what I'm doing right now? Baking chocolate chip cookies before I go to work. Shocker. I'm using <a href="http://bunsinmyoven.com/2010/11/28/puffy-chocolate-chip-cookies-levain-copycat-recipe/">this</a> recipe from BunsinmyOven because I love puffy cookies. I didn't actually know anyone preferred flat cookies. Huh. To each her own I guess. Here's what they look like.<br />
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The look beautiful, but I don't think they're a winner for a go to recipe. I do LOVE love love love love <a href="http://www.howsweeteats.com/2011/08/puffy-peanut-butter-cookies-with-chocolate-chips/">these</a>. I made them last week, and they are wonderful. They're not super peanut buttery, but you can still taste it. Everyone who had them seemed to like them.<br />
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Bagels-another baked good that will now be a regular part of my life. Know why? A bunch of us camped out over night at the new Einstein Bros. in Fayetteville. The first 100 people got 1 free breakfast bagel/week for a year. I don't know why I decided this would be the one thing I'd ever camp out for, but I did. Justin and I got there around 10:15ish the previous evening. We joined about 8 others (not including 2 babies) who were already there. Most of those people were our friends anyways. In the first one hour we were there, more excitement occurred than in the rest of the night/morning. Almost immediately after Justin and I got under the covered porch it started raining. Then it started pouring. Then the wind blew so hard it knocked a sign over into the road from the gas station across the street. Then cars started running it over. The group decided it was not safe for the sign to be in the road, so Nathan, Ben, and Justin drove across the street to pick it up. Except they dropped Justin off then came back. I didn't really understand the logic, but whatever. Boys. THEN we heard a sound and noticed a power line hanging about 6ft off the ground in the road. Ben called 911, and cops came and redirected traffic. About an hour and a half later Cox showed up and fixed it. During this whole time everyone had opinions about what the cops were doing wrong with directing traffic and why they were doing what they were doing. Y'all. I hate situations like that. I for some reason have always stuck up for other people when I don't necessarily know their side either, and that tends to annoy the snot out of people I know. Seriously, I remember someone in high school telling me it was annoying. Maybe I'm being devil's advocate? I don't know. I don't think it's intentional. If they can't defend themselves and their actions, I might as well. Anyways, I felt bad for the poor cops and were certain they had dealt with these situations much more often than we had, and I strongly believe they are not idiots. (Have I ever told you that in my mind being an RA made me think that I knew what it felt like to be a cop? No. Maybe I'll tell you later, or maybe I'll forget.) Anyways, I don't know whether or not 52 bagel sandwiches was worth sleeping a car for an hour, staying up all night, smelling beer and pot, watching people be rude, watching people not follow rules, or watching people fight about where in line they were. Our friend, Tim, says it's worth it, but we shall see. I don't even know if I would've stayed there all night for the cash equivalent of 52 bagel sandwiches, but I don't actually know how much that is.<br />
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