tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56554780770989163122024-03-13T02:45:36.459-04:00Whatchoo talkin 'bout, Williams?KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-11456521100780378982014-01-20T20:37:00.002-05:002014-01-20T20:38:25.837-05:0039 Weeks, 2 Days<div style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;">
So, shockingly, I am not good at blogging. We've been busy, and I know we will only be busier but I really hope that I can do this so that Arthur's childhood/ our daily lives can kind of be documented somewhere. </div>
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This weekend has been great. Christopher and my mom finished our guest/ Arthur's bathroom. It looks SO good!! I am so grateful for a mom and husband with renovation skills. In case I haven't said it before on here, that room was by far the worst room in this entire house. Wallpaper, stenciled walls, gold fleck formica, a broken fan, horrible fixtures, and a loose toilet were just a few of the things that had to be tackled. Now, it is guest/ Arthur- ready! We still have some work to do in our master bedroom and the guest bedroom, but it is just nice to have that project taken care of. Here are 2 after pictures. We still have to hang the mirror, but need to let the countertop sealant sit for a few more days before we do that.</div>
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Arthur's room is all ready for him, too! Once again, I am so grateful to my mom and Christopher for ALL that they did to get the room where it is. I did some work, but had a lot of physical limitations. I will post picture of it at some other point. (Can't find them right now!)</div>
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This weekend, we had a 3 day weekend. We didn't do anything big, but we tried to make the most of the time we had.</div>
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Friday night we went to Don Jose, our regular Mexican restaurant. They have fed Arthur a lot of meals this pregnancy (those nights where I <i>needed</i> a taco). The waiter was so cute giving us a close table (citing the fact that I shouldn't walk far), getting our food out fast, and telling us he hoped to see 3 the next time we came. :) Another waitress said she wanted me to bring the baby next Wednesday. </div>
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Saturday was spent going out to lunch (Five Guys), going to Target, and Christopher and my mom finishing the bathroom. I did other random tasks around the house, most of which were sitting projects. We finished by having pizza for dinner and having the bathroom D-O-N-E! (Can you tell that I am just really excited by this?)</div>
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Sunday, Snap and I let Christopher sleep late. We cooked breakfast at home and then watched Joel Osteen (I am beyond uncomfortable sitting for extended periods at this time and so I have not been going to church.) For lunch, we had leftovers. We cleaned around the house. Then last night, we had pizza leftovers and watched Downton Abbey. We got rid of the DVR this week (that could be a blog post in and of itself) so I sure hope that Arthur lets us watch it the next few Sunday nights. ;) If not, I'm sure we'll get the DVDs or wait a year for it to show up on our Netflix streaming.</div>
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Today, Snap and I let Christopher sleep in again and cooked him breakfast. Unfortunately, this also meant that we woke him up... we aren't too quiet in the kitchen. I did some swiffering around the main areas of the house and Christopher did some other chores. We decided to take Snap to ChickFilA for a "special lunch" and picnicked outside since the weather is beautiful. We also ran a few other errands (one of us stayed in the car at all times-- we do NOT leave our dog unattended). We finished the afternoon with a short walk and grilled out for dinner. Here are some pictures from our time with Snap (and his tongue is out in both!)</div>
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Now, for the last weekly update. A belly picture will follow. We are going to do it Wednesday morning before we head to the hospital to have baby Arthur. :)</div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">How far along?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> 39 Weeks & 2 days</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Total weight gain/loss:</strong> +/- 30 pounds </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Wearing any maternity clothes?</strong> Definitely. The only clothes that aren't maternity that I am wearing are some of my sweatpants and Christopher's pullovers</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Stretch marks?</strong> Not that I've found yet!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Sleep</strong>: Yes, but on the couch. (and sometimes with the assistance of Benadryl)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Best moment this week</strong>: The last pre- Arthur weekend with Christopher and Snap- Mexican, pizza, 1 last Target trip, ChickfilA with Snap, etc.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Missing anything</strong>: Margaritas, my non-maternity (and way too small) clothes, sleeping on my stomach, being comfortable</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Baby Movement</strong>: Yes, and it's painful most of the time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Food cravings</strong>: pretty much anything carb laden (thank you, gestational diabetes)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Have you started to show yet</strong>: You'd have to be blind not to know. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Gender</strong>: BOY!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Labor Signs</strong>: Lots of contractions, but unfortunately, little guy is transverse and there is no chance that he's gonna turn around. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Belly Button in or out</strong>? WAY out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Wedding rings on or off</strong>? On-- they got tight a few times but I think humidity was a factor</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Happy or Moody most of the time</strong>: Happy, but I sometimes have weepy moments about silly things.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Looking forward to</strong>: holding my sweet boy in just a few short days.</span></div>
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<i><b>Before Kickoff</b></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This week sweet baby boy went to Death Valley for his very first Clemson game! And, the Tigers pulled out a win. Unfortunately, baby boy didn't see the win because I got sick in the 3rd quarter. I don't know if it was panic knowing that I was about to throw up in the middle of 84,000+ people, how bad I felt, how hot it was, or the fact that I was dragging my sweet husband out of one of his favorite places, and probably one of the most exciting games we'll attend this year, but I BURST into tears. I owe a nice young man who was working security an apology the next time I see him. He asked if I was and I just sobbed something about being "Hot, sick, and pregnant." After a few "stops," we made it back to the car where we had some cold drinks, food, A/C, and r&r while we listened to the win on the radio. I am REALLY looking forward to going back once it cools off some.</span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">How far along?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> 20 weeks</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Total weight gain/loss:</strong> +15 pounds </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Stretch marks?</strong> No (fingers STILL crossed)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Sleep</strong>: 2nd graders seem to be making this quite easy for me. I am taking naps occasionally, too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Best moment this week</strong>: Spending time with family and friends in Clemson</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Missing anything</strong>: Margaritas, my non-maternity (and way too small) clothes, sleeping on my stomach</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Baby Movement</strong>: More and more everyday! Especially at night when I'm laying still. Yesterday, the little guy was positioned in a way that Christopher was actually able to get a thump or two!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Food cravings</strong>: Five Guys Burgers & Fries (still). I wouldn't say I crave "weird" foods, just foods that I don't usually have a lot of interest in. Tonight we are having tuna pasta salad and I NEVER eat tuna. I have even made C eat it outside before because I find the smell so offensive (even when I'm not pregnant). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Anything making you queasy or sick</strong>: cabbage, coleslaw, broccoli (the smell gets to me), steak</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Have you started to show yet</strong>: Definitely. Just now starting to look more pregnant and not just fat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Gender</strong>: BOY!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Labor Signs</strong>: None and I'm ok with that!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Belly Button in or out</strong>? Still in and no brown line </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong>Looking forward to</strong>: feeling baby Arthur even more (that's your name right now, sweet boy. We'll see if it sticks!)</span></div>
KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-4489714557136057252013-08-28T22:05:00.001-04:002013-08-28T22:05:27.511-04:00And...It's a BOY!<br />
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Christopher and I found out on Monday that our sweet baby is a little boy! He is an active wiggling, turning, and flipping little guy. He weighed 11.5 ounces at our appointment (a little larger than average). It was also confirmed that he has 10 toes. Although, we would love him no matter the number of toes!<br />
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I don't know how I thought it would go, but I will say that from the minute we knew that it was a boy, I knew that was the "right" answer. Seeing the expression of jubilation on Christopher's face made me CERTAIN that a boy will be perfect for our little family. It also confirmed to me that he is going to be the best daddy EVER to this sweet little guy. But, I hope that our little guy rests up, because C has some big plans for him once he's born! We are both so, so, so excited to meet our son!<br /><br />
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The reveal was about the hardest thing. I was super excited because I knew that most of our family was pretty sure that it was a girl. Christopher was about ready to explode. He was grinning from ear to ear (or even wider if that is possible). I found a neat cake on Pinterest and we used that idea to make our cake. Special thanks to Nona (my mom) for the M&Ms. She drove to Columbia to get them since we needed pink as a back up and there are no pink to be found in stores right now.<br />
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Baby boy, know that we love you already and are praying for you. We can't wait to meet you. You have a BIG family that is so excited to meet you and a pup that's pretty excited, too. </div>
KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-49990184378313549632013-08-24T12:20:00.004-04:002013-08-24T12:20:56.121-04:00Better Late Than Never... 19 weeks<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This blog should probably be renamed the post title above!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Christopher and I found out we were pregnant in late May. The first trimester was really tough (even though I was off for the summer!). The baby has been healthy all along, but really felt HORRIBLE for months. I actually looked forward to school starting this year because I felt like if I could make it that far, I would be ok. And, school has started, and I am ok! :) Still throwing up, but ok. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>18 Week Update: </b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><strong><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How far along?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> 18 weeks</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Total weight gain/loss:</strong> +11 pounds (at last dr's appt-- I am NOT weighing at home!)</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Wearing any maternity clothes?</strong> Yes! My pants stopped fitting early on so maternity pants are about the most comfortable at this point. I am wearing some "larger than my normal size" non-maternity tops and loose dresses.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Stretch marks?</strong> No (fingers crossed)</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Sleep</strong>: seems to vary night to night... between waking up sick, needing to go to the bathroom, etc. it can be tough, but usually if I don't sleep well one night, I sleep great the next.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Best moment this week</strong>: Starting school- My 2nd graders are SO excited about the baby.(Their name of choice for the baby: Chrysanthemum)</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Missing anything</strong>: Margaritas. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Baby Movement</strong>: More and more everyday! Especially at night when I'm laying still</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Food cravings</strong>: Five Guys Burgers & Fries </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Anything making you queasy or sick</strong>: cabbage, coleslaw, broccoli (the smell gets to me), steak</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Have you started to show yet</strong>: Definitely. Just now starting to look more pregnant and not just fat.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Gender</strong>: We find out Monday!!!! (Aug. 26)</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Labor Signs</strong>: None</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Belly Button in or out</strong>? Still in (amazing if you know what my belly button looked like before pregnancy, I expected it out IMMEDIATELY!) and no brown line </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Wedding rings on or off</strong>? On-- they got tight a few times but I think humidity was a factor</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Happy or Moody most of the time</strong>: Happy, but I sometimes have weepy moments about silly things.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><strong>Looking forward to</strong>: finding out Baby W's gender!!</span></span></div>
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I really AM going to do better with the blog this year. Maybe that's my resolution for 2013. I don't really like resolutions, so this may be as close as I come.<br />
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I think the best way to do this is to keep it simple. I can spend FOREVER writing the "just right" post and knowing that I really don't have the time to devote to that just makes me not do it.<br />
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So, here I am... blogging. What to talk about? CHRISTMAS & NEW YEARS! :)<br />
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This was our 2nd "Married" Christmas together, but our 1st Christmas in our new house. A fun thing that our neighborhood does is cut out wooden signs. Actually, lots of neighborhoods in our town do this including the one I grew up in. So for me this has always been normal, but I am learning that this is not done in many other places, so here's how it works: Each neighborhood chooses a "theme." My old neighborhood had geese (we lived on a lake). Everyone has the exact same cut-out and paint it the same way and then have their families' names on their sign. In our new neighborhood (actually it isn't really new to Christopher since it is the neighborhood he grew up in...) each street has their own Christmas "decoration" (bell, candle, stocking, etc.). A lot of times when people move out of a house, they leave their yard decoration for the next owner who just changes the name. Well, we searched high and low and there was no bell for our yard. So, we got crafty. Christopher ordered a jigsaw (oh, the fun I could have with that... or telling him what to do with it) and traced a neighbor's and I did the painting. Here was our bell.<br />
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My sweet mom had our gas logs all fixed up for us. There was a gas leak this summer/fall and the gas company came out to turn off the gas and when they did that, they totally disassembled the log set-up, etc. So in addition to a new valve, our logs had to be reassembled. And once they were, we had to "break them in." We decided s'mores would be the most fun way. :)<br />
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Christopher and I also attended our 1st tacky Christmas sweater party. He isn't wearing his hat in this picture.<br />
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We went to Christmas Eve service at 4:30 at church. It is a HUGE, beautiful service. I love it! Then, we went to Christopher's parents' house for soup. Afterwards, we did the neighborhood parties. Those are so much fun. I love seeing old friends and the excitement of the kids (and occasionally their parents, too) can make anyone feel giddy about the holiday! Afterwards, we went back to the (other) Williams's house and exchanged our presents.</div>
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On Christmas day, we woke up and Christopher and I opened a (specific) few presents, most importantly, my new coffee maker. Afterward opened and given an inaugural run, we went to my mom's house in our pajamas for brunch. We also opened our stockings there with my mom, step-dad (Tom), and step-sister (Tiffany). We went home afterwards and opened a few more presents, then changed and went back to my mom's house. She had picked up my grandmother from her assisted living community, and we had Christmas dinner with her and then spent some time with her after. We also gave her some gifts. After leaving, we ran by the Williams's house to say "Merry Christmas." We got home about 10 PM and finished opening gifts. The next day, my dad came into town and Drew, Christopher, and I went out to lunch with him.</div>
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For New Years, we went to Edisto and saw Christopher's extended family. Clemson played in the Chick-Fil-A bowl so that was what we watched (and why we are sporting our orange). We watched it at some friends of his grandparents' house.<br />
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Thankfully, our Clemson Tigers claimed the victory that night! That was the perfect start to 2013!<br />
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Hopefully, I will start posting pics of home projects VERY soon. :)<br />
KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-73223576269944597412012-06-13T21:41:00.003-04:002012-06-13T21:41:22.556-04:00Food, glorious food!Ok... not a lot in this world gets me REALLY excited. I'm just not one of those girls that wears my emotions on my sleeves (or face either). If I'm happy I might smile. I have to be REALLY happy to REALLY smile. (Note: I am not bitter and glum... I'm just not easily excited you might say).<br />
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Food, on the other hand, can get me excited. I recently heard Jada Pinkett Smith on a tv interview. She said that she "keeps her figure" by just eating enough to live. She does not enjoy food. Sorry, Jada. I mean, I'm REALLY sorry. She must not have ever tasted GOOD food. I may or may not plan my meals before I plan my day. For example, before I got out of bed this morning I knew that I was going to have PBJam on an English muffin for breakfast and would make spaghetti bake for dinner. The rest of the day was unplanned, but whatever I did would have to fit around that. I know that other Southerners also do this...right?!? And yes, eating this food means I have to exercise, but to me, it works (for now at least).<br />
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Which brings me to why I'm really writing this. Rewind to the last week of April. Our church has a "Girls' Night Out" and, of course, we had "snacks." (The "spread" was intense. Probably more food than most people have at their wedding receptions) As I made my way around the table, this is what I saw:<br />
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I was sold at my first site of sprinkles. I got a modest spoonful and sampled one piece. And can I tell you? They were to.die.for!! It was just like licking the bowl... only with a crunch! Yummy. Since then, I have thought about these. For 5 weeks I have practiced some major self control. It ends tomorrow. I got all the ingredients today. I don't know who I am going to give/share them with. Heaven help me if I eat them ALL!<br />
I will be using this <a href="http://www.the-girl-who-ate-everything.com/2012/02/cake-batter-muddy-buddies.html" target="_blank">recipe</a>. I trust her. :)<br />
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P.S. I plan to work this off by cruising around on my new Lilly cruiser!KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-23314154933861467662012-06-13T14:42:00.001-04:002012-06-13T14:42:40.823-04:00House Update. AGAIN!Ok... no excuses. I am resolving right here, RIGHT NOW to blog at minimum once a week. Time (and life) are passing me by!<br />
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Right now, we are still in our rental house. Our lease is over, and we have graciously been allowed to rent month-by-month. The house hunt has been in full swing for a few months.<br />
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Here are the thoughts that I have when it comes to house hunting:<br />
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-uncomfortable: I have had a house for sale before. I got butterflies during the showings (You know, the "this could be it" kind.), and I couldn't wait to hear feedback from my agent. But, when I go into people's homes, it feels personal to me. I don't want to say "Eww!" or "What were they thinking when they put in this hideous floral wallpaper? And they loved it so much they even got matching curtains?"<br />
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-frustrating: Do you know what it's like to walk in a house and say "I could SO live here!" Yeah, I said that twice one day when we were looking. Apparently other people had said the same thing because both of those houses got offers while I was standing in them. FAIL!<br />
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-crazy: Sometimes I just want to ask... Do you WANT to sell your house? Because you are certainly not being very cooperative!<br />
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And, that leads me to where we are now.... in the offer/counteroffer stage. And we're on #5. (Yes, #5!) Waiting to hear back from them.<br />
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Let me give you the Clif's Notes Summary of the story (condensing the condensed):<br />
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Last Wednesday we go and look at a house. A nice house. A good house. A family house. The husband LOVED it. Loved the house. Loved the yard. Loved the location. He would have signed a contract right there if I hadn't piped in and said "We don't sign ANYTHING without sleeping on it!" (That was his cue that he had better settle down.)<br />
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In the car, I was quiet. I couldn't find anything "wrong" with the house (ok, a few minor things needed changing, but they were factored into the cost). I just didn't "feel" it. So, I prayed. I prayed to either LOVE the house or to come up with some kind of reason why I couldn't live in the house. I think I was expecting a burning bush kind of sign. It didn't happen. I was still emotionally confused. It went something like: Head: It's a house, and you need a house. Heart: I'm not moving there.<br />
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When C called at lunch to check on what I was thinking before I could stop myself I said "I just can't stop thinking about that house on _______ Drive!" It was a house we looked at over 6 weeks before. And really, I hadn't thought THAT much about it. But, I could tell through the phone that he was smiling. He told me to make an appointment to go see it. Well, our agent was out of town. Of course. By this point I was anxious because I finally felt an emotion for a house! Our agent (sensing our need to see the house in that.very.moment) got the broker-in-charge to show us the property. God planned that for sure. It turns out, he is the king of renovations, updates, etc. and he walked us through the house telling us what could be done. He should have just put the SOLD sign in the yard then.<br />
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But now, here we are negotiating. I don't think we're difficult. Especially since the house has been on the market for 2 (T-W-O) YEARS! 24 months! An awful lot of days! And now I know why. Someone doesn't want to sell this house. {Hopefully} MY house. Yes. So here we are. Hopefully, there will be a happy ending to this story. But for now, it's....<br />
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TO BE CONTINUED!KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-17332983096831731012012-04-01T17:24:00.000-04:002012-04-01T17:24:03.327-04:00A New Post (and I'm Not Fooling Around!)I'm back. My next hiatus will definitely not be this long.<br />
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I have been re-inspired after reading a great blog post. The poster was talking about why she journaled her life. She even took a picture of the boxes of journals that she has finished off. One of the things that struck me was that by looking back through them, it was a way for her to look back and see God's faithfulness in her life. I recently completed Patricia Shirer's One in A Million bible study. Several times she mentioned journaling as a way for us to keep up with answered prayers, evidence of God in our lives, etc. Reading that post yesterday was a reminder that I needed to hear and I am now re-inspired to keep up with the blog.<br />
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Right now, I am sitting in the living room of our rental house surrounded by clothes. And when I say surrounded, I mean consumed. It's that time of year... the semi-annual switching of the wardrobe. You know, where you take out the winter clothes and put in the summer clothes, and vice versa. I told C last night that it is my hope that our next house will have a closet large enough for this to not have to happen. If not, I will be SEVERELY downsizing my wardrobe because this really drives me INSANE! :)<br />
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Speaking of next homes... that is our HUGE focus and goal right now. We have been looking since this winter. Our lease ends on our rental home at the end of May. We have the option of renting by the month at that point. Ideally, it would be great for us to move over the summer because I would have time to unpack, get things settled, etc. before going back to school. Realistically, we have to move when the time is right. We have an overall area where we would like to live (not far from where we currently are living). We love this area. The homes are a little older (think hardwood floors, neat architectural elements but small closets and if they haven't been remodeled- fabulously 50s tile bathrooms!), etc. However, a lot of the homes that we seem to find in our price range are too small (2 bedrooms and 1 bath -- not something to complain about, but not something I can feel great about investing money in. I have a feeling we'd outgrow it WAY too fast!) or the homes need WAY more work than we want to put into it (neither of us has a contractor's license nor do we even have those kinds of tools !). Of course, we look at other homes in different areas and it seems like we can get more for our money. I guess right now, it's pretty fair to say that we have to figure out WHAT we want... the best house in our price range or the best house in the area we are looking in. It's a HUGE decision, and we are certainly praying about it. We are especially praying that we will be patient and "know" when we have found the right house. C and I both have the tendency to overthink things and I don't want either one of us to be up at night wondering if we made the right decision.<br />
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I cannot believe that it is already April! I have 4 days of school this week and Spring Break next week, 1 week of school, and then will be off to Disney for our 6th Grade Trip. I am super excited about that, but kind of sad and anxious to leave C and Snap for an entire week! I know they will be just fine- they have survived without me before, I just hate to leave them for 4 nights! But, I also know how much fun I am going to have and will be so "busy" that it will fly by. I feel certain the week will fly by for the boys, too! They won't feel like they had nearly enough time to do all the "guy things" that they decide to do.)KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-2636049884563431092011-12-28T13:43:00.000-05:002011-12-28T13:43:43.327-05:00Free PrintableSo, I am a Pinterest-aholic. No big deal. I love the printables (even the ones I don't print).<br />
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However, sometimes I find them and I want them but they won't match my house. So, I never print them. That's changing. I just made my very own printable.<br />
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Here it is:<br />
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What in the dickens...<br />
... have you been doing the last few months?<br />
... could have made you forget to blog for SO long?<br />
... happened to you?<br />
... are you going to write about?<br />
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Well, here's the truth. We have been living life. Married life. Two people and a dog under one roof, sharing a bedroom and bathroom kind of life. Oh and you know, the wife cooks, husband does the yard kind of life. And did I mention that we go to work, too? Yeah, we do.<br />
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Let me summarize our end of summer/fall:<br />
August:<br />
-School starts... teaching 6th grade Language Arts @ a new school. 36 new precious students. LOVE!<br />
-Getting into a married "routine" (aka learning how to get along with someone else's habits). also a LOVE!<br />
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September & October:<br />
-Drew has his accident and subsequent surgery, hospital, and rehab stays (See <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/drewwharton" target="_blank">Drew's CaringBridge</a>... this became my new "blog")... I spend more time in hospital waiting rooms than I had ever hoped for. But, I can also say I got to meet some amazing people. It makes me cry to think about ALL of the people who became so invested in Drew during that time.<br />
- I traveled most days after work for a month to Columbia to be with Drew, friends, and family.<br />
- We (sometimes both, sometimes just Christopher) travel to Clemson for home football games (how about that PERFECT home season... all wins in the Valley!).<br />
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November<br />
-Thanksgiving in Florence... lunch at the Club with immediate family, Granny, and my uncle L & aunt K and baby cousin Caroline. Ate snacks/dinner (we were pretty full!) later with Christopher's family<br />
-Drew's 22nd birthday<br />
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December<br />
-Drew's surgery on Dec. 15th to reattach skull <br />
-I began 17.5 day vacation from school!<br />
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I know that I will post more on all of these things in later posts. I just wanted to get "caught up" so that I can begin to blog our life again. I was thinking today that these really are days that I never want to forget!KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-80835446391075697092011-07-26T21:54:00.000-04:002011-07-26T21:54:08.984-04:00We did it!In case there was ever a doubt, we got married!<br />
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<a href="http://video214.com/play/fFqr8eYCLH3dHal5v61QKw/s/dark">The Wharton- Williams Wedding Slideshow</a><br />
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More pictures and info on the honeymoon to follow!KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-3205806083158290602011-05-19T22:38:00.000-04:002011-05-19T22:38:11.875-04:00Wordless Wednesday (1 day late)<span style="font-size: large;">Hey! It happened on Wednesday.... and it's only a day late.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And it's almost Friday!</span>KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-40401974462169224232011-05-16T22:34:00.000-04:002011-05-16T22:34:36.290-04:00BridesmaidsYes, I have 5. And I love them. I love them a lot. But, I am not talking about them. It's these ones that I am talking about:<br />
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So, I did the natural thing, and invited a bridesmaid, April, to come with me. Christopher got mad so I told him he could come, too. he wasn't that excited but I read him [parts] of some reviews that were convincing that it was not a "chick flick." (and despite the number of chicks... it is not for those that are weak in <strike>heart </strike>stomach) I was sitting in between April and Christopher in the theater and I swear that there were times that they were both choking they were laughing so hard. And yes, I laughed out loud. So that means it was really funny. And we're already making plans to go and see it AGAIN!KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-9748516137241905122011-05-13T19:02:00.000-04:002011-05-13T19:02:22.536-04:00Finally... it's Friday!Well this week has been monumental...<br />
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First, there was the BIG tests....<br />
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And then yesterday there was.... (drum roll please)<br />
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an offer on my house!<br />
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Great news but it means that someone will be moving out in 2 weeks! Let the packing begin (and figuring out where in the world the boxes will be delivered to... yeah, minor issue, I know!).KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-46872797244229532022011-05-11T21:29:00.000-04:002011-05-13T16:47:45.877-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUuN4mty7ANnxQ7KJIVv6gEWYo4K5QuMrHj67EL3Y9YhbP9EfRno5csUDeFFCMGeSr7AkziLvFP4B7NHRLW1i0Sfru566NekQ3UkXvozxKsb6y-40cvRrvOeTnYusgcVIN8B9TLynN3WZ/s1600/DSC00353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUuN4mty7ANnxQ7KJIVv6gEWYo4K5QuMrHj67EL3Y9YhbP9EfRno5csUDeFFCMGeSr7AkziLvFP4B7NHRLW1i0Sfru566NekQ3UkXvozxKsb6y-40cvRrvOeTnYusgcVIN8B9TLynN3WZ/s320/DSC00353.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-74208157801700586672011-05-10T19:09:00.000-04:002011-05-10T19:09:30.328-04:00Drawing a Blank<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I know there are so many things that I could say on here. Yet, it isn't coming to me, so I might have to ramble for a minute. (and yes, I will be numbering my ramblings)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1. XM changed it's channel numbers. It doesn't make me mad, just drives me crazy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">2. I have decided that if I could be friends with celebrities, these would be my "friends:" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You see, I listen to Oprah XM every morning on my 30 minute (or longer if I get behind a school bus) drive to work. And apparently Julia Roberts and Tom Hanks were on the show Friday, May 6th. Well, I didn't see the show but they had me laughing out loud (seriously) in the car on a Monday morning. And you have to be REALLY funny to make me laugh on a Monday morning. And then, I had class last night and I got to hear it again on my way home. And guess what? It was STILL funny. I am pretty sure we'd be GREAT friends. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">3. We have state testing this week. And we didn't have it today. "Why?" you ask. Well, because it's Confederate Memorial Day (duh!) and of course we wouldn't want to test on Confederate Memorial Day (yeah, right!). Crazy, I tell you. I love the South. I really do. But, really? Confederate Memorial Day? Really? And for the record I believe that EVERY darn school in our great state was in school, not observing the holiday as our state department might believe.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><u><span style="font-size: large;">Friday</span></u>: </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Birthday dinner at </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoivRZU6sIXr4CX4H4CQCYprDc7A2aizVlGr0fXeFiZZhd6U72LnyXoN7M_-5ieCHtUxCI-161d6WIaQpYmw7AUhDKg0tfiL1ek_-WcIqsKOJfqS1K_uYdacNYIq1SZyjhjNAYVpQj4nF0/s1600/redbone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoivRZU6sIXr4CX4H4CQCYprDc7A2aizVlGr0fXeFiZZhd6U72LnyXoN7M_-5ieCHtUxCI-161d6WIaQpYmw7AUhDKg0tfiL1ek_-WcIqsKOJfqS1K_uYdacNYIq1SZyjhjNAYVpQj4nF0/s200/redbone.jpg" width="134" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a great couple<br />
because someone special <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Going to my future "work"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">for the WHOLE day!<br />
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Yep, that means I am</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">gonna be working next year!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sorry to be vague and boring-will share more when I am able and everything is "official."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You know how that is...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let me tell you how excited I was when I found out the dress FIT! <br />
I was so nervous. I got fitted the 1st weekend in February and a lot can happen in 2 1/2 months!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(including a half marathon, a birthday cake, etc.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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we also did some fabulous shopping at our favorites</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and ate some amazing food while we were there, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Oh, how I cannot wait to see (and share) those pictures.</div><div align="center">But, it'll be on or after 5:30pm on July 16th, of course! </div>KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-22788068160728211702011-04-03T13:03:00.000-04:002011-04-03T13:03:50.077-04:00Dream InterpretationsYou know how some people interpret dreams? I always thought it was kind of crazy. But, lately I have been waking up in a total panic about my dreams. The crazy thing is... I don't think it would take an interpreter to figure them out.<br />
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<div style="color: lime;"><u><b>Exhibit A:</b></u></div><br />
I wake up in a total panic because of this:<br />
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Yes, a messy house! And no that is not MY house... and thank heavens I can say that it really wasn't all that messy in my dream either. But, it was a mess.And I was going to work and leaving it a mess! <br />
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<u style="color: lime;"><b>My interpretation:</b></u> My house is for sale! Everyday, I sweep, wipe cabinets, counter tops, you name it to make sure my house is spotless in the event that someone wants to come a see it, which has happened all of once at this point... I am just trusting God that He has someone for this house, but let me tell you.... I can NOT wait to meet them!<br />
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<div style="color: magenta;"><u><b>Exhibit B:</b></u></div><br />
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<b style="color: magenta;"><u>My Interpretation</u></b><span style="color: magenta;">:</span> I really don't know. But, I am thinking that if sending someone a gift is the worst thing that could happen to me, my life must be pretty good. Or I am totally stressing out about the wrong things in life. And to be honest, both of those are true.<br />
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I am sure that the dream experts would have something else to say about my dreams, but I think they are telling me that my life is definitely alright, and if those are the worst things that I can come up with, I need to say a prayer of gratitude and be a little more thankful!KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-68923364583890521832011-03-31T21:08:00.000-04:002011-03-31T21:08:33.090-04:00BirthdaysSo, I turned 28 a little over two weeks ago... The only thing that stands out so far about 28 is that I only have one more birthday where I will still be in my twenties. I decided that I was going to leave 27 with a bang... and I did. Running my half marathon was truly a great way to end 27. I loved challenging myself, and I can't wait to share more about that in a later post! <br />
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Right now, I don't feel as panicked about turning 30 as I did turning 25. I don't know what that was about, but I am glad those days are (mostly) gone. I guess, the old saying "With age comes wisdom," is true in this case. I am so excited about all that is going to happen this yet that I can't help but to be excited that I get the opportunity to get old!<br />
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Of course, if you know the (almost) Williams, you know we love birthdays (or any excuse for a cake!). And next up is Christopher. He won't be as old as I am, which totally explains why I am the wiser one! ;) For his birthday, he has decided that he would like to attend the first ever Zac Brown Band Southern Ground Festival in Clemson. It just so happens to be the weekend before his birthday. That lucky boy is going to get to celebrate for two weekends! <br />
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As excited as I am for Christopher's birthday, I have to say, I am equally excited about the show (and food, too!). I have seen Zac Brown cook on Paula Deen (yes, I watch her- no, I don't cook her food- my mom's a dietitian, you know!) and it looked REALLY good. I also have seen Chef Rusty (ZBB's chef) on YouTube talking about the show and it sounds delicious! (not to mention that I'll get to see ZBB for the first time live!)<br />
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Pictures will be shared!KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-17106031280310517252011-03-21T21:09:00.000-04:002011-03-21T21:09:14.514-04:00Lazarus-like MiracleWell, here I am updating the ol' blog... a mere 4 months after the last post. It's been tough on all the readers I know, since there are SO many of you (or none... yet!). So, our blog is just like Lazarus, right when you thought he was a goner, he came back to life. <br />
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Anyways, the question that you're dying to know: why didn't I post? Well, I could take the easy way and say that it's Christopher's fault (I'll explain that next). Or I could say that we've been busy. Neither of those would be lies, but I don't know why this just hasn't happened.<br />
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Ok, so it turns out that Christopher kinda hates the idea of a blog. I mean, I get his point when he says "Who wants to read that?" or "Why would would we want to share that?" I get it. But, I also had a HUGE epiphany last week. (I know epiphany and Lazarus in one post- it's Lent and I need all the biblical references I can get during these 40 days, but I digress). This is what I figured out: LIFE GOES BY TOO FAST!<br />
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Let me explain... last week as I was contemplating turning 28, I was reminiscing on my 20's. I tried to think of something I had done when I was 20, 21, etc. Well, I drew a blank at 24. I couldn't remember anything. I mean I know I taught 3rd grade for some of it, but I could come up with nothing that I had done in my personal life. I came up with tons for 23 and 25 but 24 is still blank. Sure, I know I went to some Clemson games, but they aren't standing out. I know GREAT things happened that year, but I can't remember them. And that scares me a little. I want to remember my life, even those ordinary days. So, if nothing else, I want to use this blog to keep up with the lives of The (Almost) Williams Family.<br />
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So despite Christopher's reluctance, I am going to just blog my little heart out. And I'll include him (where appropriate) but will only say nice things about him (or the funny things that I couldn't possible stand to NOT share with you!).<br />
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Expect a lot of "catching up" over the next few weeks since I gave up Facebook for lent! :)KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-23507982159361289892010-12-04T23:50:00.000-05:002010-12-04T23:50:02.259-05:00cold + rainy = lazy SaturdayThis morning, it was freezing when I let Snap out (as it has been all week). Well, within 30 minutes it had started raining and still hasn't stopped. At that point, I canceled my outdoor plans (going for a run) for the comfort of my warm, dry house!<br />
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Since Snap and I had the house to ourselves (Christopher is in Florence this weekend), we had a lazy Saturday. Our day consisted of wearing pj's, watching t.v. in the bed, a little laundry, watching t.v. on the couch and eating. Pretty perfect as far as lazy Saturdays go!<br />
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Even though Christopher wasn't with us, Snap and I decided today was a great day for <u>his</u> favorite lunch- grilled cheese. But it's not just any grilled cheese... In honor of Christopher, I will introduce you to his favorite sandwich and the highlight of Snap's day:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a grilled Palmetto Cheese Sandwich!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In case you haven't tried it, Palmetto Cheese is <u><i>seriously</i></u> amazing! <br />
We like it with a kick but the regular is good, too!<br />
(and for the record... any kind of pimento cheese grilled is good- but this is divine!)</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the part that makes it REALLY special... my mom's homemade sourdough bread. <br />
Grilled on a skillet with a little butter and you have a small taste of heaven. I mean, what could be better than Palmetto Cheese or homemade bread? Grilled Palmetto Cheese on homemade bread!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some people cook for a crowd. I cook for an audience. This is what I look down and see the ENTIRE time I am cooking! <br />
Such a loyal helper, right?!? He is also a great taste tester. (It's hard to refuse those eyes.) </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>All in all, it was a great Saturday. The only thing that would have made it better is if Christopher had been there to eat a sandwich with us!KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-59312681618096706952010-11-29T20:46:00.000-05:002010-11-29T20:46:40.176-05:00Make you laugh MondayThis is Katie posting again. I promise it won't only be me... Snap has already been begging so expect a post from him soon. And then maybe Christopher, too! :) Now, that you know who your narrator is, let me continue.<br />
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I think it would be fair to say that we aren't big fans of Mondays. Maybe, because it means we are about 200 miles apart from each other... or maybe we just don't like Mondays. Either way, they happen. So, in an attempt to improve your Monday, here is a little entertainment starring us! Enjoy.<br />
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<a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/wjsR3TUFrFIODnqR?cmpid=ey_fb_friend">Monday Laughs</a>KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655478077098916312.post-51794563603185323972010-11-28T21:12:00.000-05:002010-11-28T21:12:44.329-05:00From us to you...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">There's no better way to start this blog than with some warm wishes from us!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And if you're wondering... this is the only thing we've done to get ready for Christmas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(27 days seems like MORE than enough to get it done!)</span></div>KVWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09863656896050028128noreply@blogger.com0