tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55641824952202348762024-02-19T09:57:44.528-05:00BreologyBreAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01138576889752265720noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-81198659678741591262011-05-04T17:01:00.002-05:002011-05-04T17:07:32.733-05:00PatienceIt is so hard for me to be patient. Patience is definitely something I struggle with in every area. But money is a key area that I have the hardest time with. We are working on paying off our debt and are really headed in the right direction, but UGH!! I set my budgets with expectations of everything extra going to debt, but honestly its just not practical. Dentists, cartags, and other expenses that don't happen monthly aren't budgeted in each month. So when they pop up I have to remove money from my pay off debt fund. Its not awful, logically I know that. But I can feel my stress level being all over the place. I don't want to wait another month to pay a little more. I want to complete our goals so I can work on others.Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-6882798392403456752010-12-24T07:28:00.005-06:002010-12-24T08:12:05.175-06:0030 Facts About Me<span class="Apple-style-span" ><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Nikki did this and I thought I would follow suit... what you are supposed to do is tag 30 different people and then write 30 facts about yourself.</span></h3><div class="post-body entry-content">It doesn't matter what you put as long as they are all facts.</div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content">1. I use to secretly watch Power Rangers and Barney when I was in 5th and 6th grade.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">2. When my water broke with Katie I reallly wanted to get a Jamba Juice before going to the hospital, and I am still kinda bitter they weren't open yet.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">3. I dream in cartoons, less than I use to, but still do some.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">4. I have buyers remorse before I buy almost everything, usually I'm fine after I buy it.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">5. I am allergic to cough syrup; If I take it I end up coughing and coughing and coughing</div><div class="post-body entry-content">6. I have a tendency to talk too much.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">7. I use to want to make and sell milk that tasted like cereal.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">8. It takes me a long time to get ready a lot of the time...not for any reason besides the fact that I zone out a lot.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">9. I loved the velvetine rabbit when i was a kid, and even had a stuffed animal.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">10. I have poor time management.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">11. I feel half good at most things. </div><div class="post-body entry-content">12. I have eczema on my head and it itches a lot</div><div class="post-body entry-content">13. I like bobbing for apples</div><div class="post-body entry-content">14. I do feel blessed to have such good friends and family.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">15. Once I climbed on top of my high school and walked around a bunch of the buildings roofs.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">16. I have dealt with depression to the point of needing medication 3 times in my life, glad its been a long time.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">17. I am nervous and self conscious with large bursts of boldness.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">18. I almost cannot resist the mention of cheese fries.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">19. I really like fairies and mythical stuff, I find the unique beautiful.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">20. I actually enjoy budgeting money, its just hard to stick to it perfectly.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">21. I find coming up with 30 things to be extremely difficult.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">22. I like to wear skirts, they are very comfortable.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">23. When I stress my stomach hurts.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">24. I taught myself how to draw eyes, by tracing mine in the mirror with lip liner.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">25. I wish I could live in the water.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">26. Worries a lot about being good enough.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">27. I wanted rollerblades really bad, after I got them i left them outside. Either a mouse lived in one, or I found a massive spider web in one..I can't remember. But it grossed me out so much i decided I didnt wanna rollerblade again.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">28. Loves quilts.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">29. Missing my Grandma MeMaw, I have a lot of good memories of her.</div><div class="post-body entry-content">30. My pinky fingers get cold easily.</div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content">Whoa that took a long time... I am tagging everyone who reads this!! I know who you are ... :)</div></span>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-84724916463607823422010-12-14T12:14:00.002-06:002010-12-14T12:25:42.197-06:00My Big GirlKatie will be two years old in a little over a week. All those people who say..oh it goes so fast... they are right. When you are an adult you are the same for a long time, but every week for a child is the last time they will be that young- every moment they are changing and becoming who they will be when they grow up. I also feel shocked sometimes when I realize she is turning 2 and not 3 or 4. She is so smart, creative, sweet and loving. She remembers so many peoples names, tries to make sure to tell everyone goodbye and give them hugs when she leaves them. She knows how to play hide and seek and I don't even know where that came from. Electronics and shapes and colors are not too challenging for her. She also makes thoughtful decisions, if you ask her a general question "what do you want for dinner?" she will go "umm... pizza" or "umm... noodles" or "umm ..cereal.french fries..." the list goes on, but to me its amazing that she will answer a question in that manner instead of me having to juts give her two options. <div>Maybe its just because I am her mom, but she blows my mind. I am proud to be her mom and can't wait to see all of her potential blossom with every growing moment. </div><div>A couple stories I don't want to forget...</div><div>This last week I got out of the shower and couldn't find her. I walked around the house and found her in my closet- SURROUNDED in her, not yet wrapped, Christmas presents. She looked up and me and squealed "PRINCESS!". At least I know she will like it all. I guess theres quite a few years of finding presents ahead of us.. might as well start early. She also has decided to like Santa Clause. At first she only liked figures and dolls of him, and the man himself freaked her out. We went in line after brunch and she told me she wanted to go back to her chair and buckle it. But after pictures... Santa gave her a present with a pen and paper and candy in it. By the time we left she wanted to go wave and tell him BYE!</div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-71484948499337249822010-12-13T20:52:00.002-06:002010-12-13T21:09:22.665-06:00blankblogSometimes i feel blah.<div>Sometimes blogging is a great way to express blahness and get over it.</div><div>Sometimes i have nothing inside my head to say.</div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-10261309601661763112010-12-09T01:30:00.002-06:002010-12-09T01:52:06.213-06:00MemoriesI've been thinking about blogging some stories and memories from my past. Not really sure what way this will go, but hey..might as well give it a try. I have so many bits and pieces and hate to lose them.<div>I remember learning to tie shoelaces. I remember trying and failing horribly. I am stubborn..very.very. stubborn, and I remember being angered by my short ballet shoelaces being untied and my total inability to fix them constantly coming undone. I sat at the end of the staircase..that was carpeted in pink carpet with blue carpet ribbons coming down the sides ( I loved that carpet); I repeatedly tried to make the bunny go through the loop. Then... finally.. I did it! Well, at least to my standards- the laces were wayyy short and only one loop stayed, but it was kinda tied which was WAY better than I had been previously be able to do. After getting those tiny laces correct, I was able to do tennis shoes easy peasy. It was a proud moment in my life, I think I was 3.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know how old I was, but I remember sitting on the curb with a frisbee filling it with mud and poking at worms with a stick. Pretending to eat my mud pie and cutting it into pieces with the stick to serve to people. I remember that poofy pink dress I was wearing while doing this.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember thinking I hated shopping. But I absolutely loved and still love dress shopping. I use to go with my mom probably my whole life. We use to go to Foley's and pick out dresses- church dresses, fancy dresses, pants suits...lots of them. And just try them on and model them and pick out what we loved. It didn't matter if we'd never wear it, that i was 10 and never going to need a cocktail dress, it was fun, it was girl time, its kinda like being in a different world. Playing with all these things that aren't yours and then you hang them back up and go back on your way. And sometimes you even get to keep one. Once we went to a bridal and fancy dress store, I found this black and green and purple cocktail dress that was just soooo cute. They had the pretttiest wedding dresses and I remember KNOWING that was wear I would buy my wedding dress when I got married. I also knew I would use my mom's old dress which is what I actually did. I spent, no my mom spent, tooo much money on my prom dress. It was and still is beautiful, it cost like 300 dollars and I never have felt prettier. I didn't have a date and when I got my brothers best friend to go I still drove and paid for dinner and I never got to dance at my prom, but I'll never forget that I had the best dress ever.</div><div><br /></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-27645875440609377212010-08-27T00:35:00.014-05:002010-08-27T01:34:47.175-05:00White Chocolate Cake.. of Doom<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1vkViLJGtVoeGrHeGO0JLgjO2-Chg4iW3hykVd3kgc4wVKH6kirS0-vC4VZQmJPNfPWMuEa2oBRMuMf1NbPX5qyyEP6r0sr_JxbjEKWa8gAsuvlu1YaNrHVcHJebc6dLWo14lyEAmbk/s1600/SAM_0522.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1vkViLJGtVoeGrHeGO0JLgjO2-Chg4iW3hykVd3kgc4wVKH6kirS0-vC4VZQmJPNfPWMuEa2oBRMuMf1NbPX5qyyEP6r0sr_JxbjEKWa8gAsuvlu1YaNrHVcHJebc6dLWo14lyEAmbk/s400/SAM_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509962771475231442" /></a><br />I bought a chocolate cake book that I saw at Williams Sonoma; it has some amazing cake recipes, but honestly I bought it for <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOtj9RkTCA_SlGrg8ePDRd_CZk_mcs-hgcGle9OygcRhvLTH4duGwgwgz9UvZyR8hwDA5iwecqG1oKk75kW9GtVz8uzE0HYBe0mCXAgVDFSpJUZq4d6nqLd94JGJ41BtDy5XN26SpJw0/s400/SAM_0525.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509965911221485618" />this cake. This is the most epic cake I have ever made, it didn't have the most decoration but it had the most time effort and love put into it. The taste of the cake batter, and the icing were big moments for me. hehe. I was also feeling photo friendly, so I hope you enjoy.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlHrDAUK0dWGbN9GGcs98vnMYX1e0Ea809LS3lGdrj_koSsiKPW1sqbBJG4ypZromBYprXdKOBBl8DVOOLgRFjNkQQLImJNGi9KAHZRcimnQETz75Rmnv-2uqeF-DeXWk9S1OzF43O40/s320/SAM_0524.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509966193615417762" />The cake was the heaviest thing you'll ever pick up. It had 2 pints of whipped cream, 14 ounces<div> of white chocolate plus the shavings on top, orange zest,</div><div>strawberries, happiness. It was a very dense cake kind of like a shortcake, and the icing what white chocolate whipped cream with a bit of orange zest. </div><div> Let me say this.. I love buttercream and I normally dislike whipped cream icings on cakes cause they aren't sweet enough. This topped all buttercreams, I could eat this icing on anything. I am grateful to my friend David for loving white chocolate too much and having a birthday and a great excuse to bake this..and eat it. I am glad I bought the book. It is called Chocolate Cakes: 50 Great Cakes for Every Occasion by Elinor Kilvans.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And for the final product!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSycO513WwkgOKESDArmHk6Dj2VWUe9VINvNlqFJ5eW6wx3E0ZZl7BiortGaJMuPKav12aBj7ZNn9B2wf85eyxWiWX6Krp7rlnNoNU9-REGTBXBp5Qak2X2Hse5HqQYbLZCsbU58iBeIk/s400/SAM_0551.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509963455951666690" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPo460nWOiuirzk_JXXzKBb2QRzFNiMcbxU8pNnDoh1FIS792o6GY9hK2daxJTBV6A5revd3LU5Fw9vpjBGJvV1oLHGY1Sb-h0TIZW6dWhGf8W5YAcfom_oEEEHAQj3MoWNr1LdW0JXIU/s400/SAM_0585.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509965443596287330" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-86673637700463752092010-08-11T21:57:00.002-05:002010-08-11T22:11:56.652-05:00sometimes the wheels keep turning and you have to stop and unloadSometimes I just wish I could do more, be more, mess up less. I have quite a bit of a problem with time management and forgetfulness. I am always doing something no matter how insignificant. I get involved in lots of things I get scattered and stressed. I itch my head and my belly hurts. I don't keep up with friends or family how I or they would like. I suppose a lot of people feel the way I do.. I want to be a better mother, a better friend, a better wife, a better daughter sister cook employee. Some of it I just try my hardest and thats all i can do. Sometimes i know I am just not trying hard enough. I know this is kinda random and all over, just needed to word vomit a little.<div>I am sorry to those I love for forgetting things i am suppose to do, being late too often, not having my shoulder and ear close enough to you. I never want to hurt anyone</div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-24056358828712968922010-07-13T00:54:00.004-05:002010-07-13T00:59:01.624-05:00Julie<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>For some reason I have enjoyed making Julies bday cakes the most. They are never stressful, just fun and a little silly. They may not be my most EPIC cakes, but I hope she still liked them. 2009 and 2010.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoqIqcF46poyhzsuBcjxbwjLOVQpo4q9UE0dV7nOEX1vTWXasBA3feSbvEDMKYh9t7pvpYvqjaLEFCUtu0XxyxxFsvUK6R7OHGgE__aL-xl8T7aTTIw2rF7hV4oMzpkOyFNwXS4qyQx4/s400/DSC02680.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493265520283095714" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25wKL-OezGKZ2lBMvtc522hOsOH3iCq79iEVyKqBbn2LOVisGZw5BDsMTPOEx2IMoeVQ8Uc5FjwdhRee2UX7YJgQYgJlyZhPQLjDhFoaqM_P3D8mZ6-xxd737sER0K2tkfV6lOMmxUg8/s400/SAM_0429.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493265773461244418" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-90779251436815055712010-07-13T00:03:00.010-05:002010-07-13T00:52:49.339-05:00CakesI can't remember what cakes I have shared on here and which I haven't, but I will just randomly choose I guess. I really enjoy baking. I like being creative and I like my creativity going to something not permanent. I don't feel as stressed about perfection..even though I do get stressed. Plus you get to EAT IT!<div>Lets start with the grossest tasting cake I have ever made. IT was SUPER FUN! My friend Shala and I made a rainbow cake</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSGjeE8cW44whxHYDVQYrdXGCOM20rf7JJFbFFsowWX6C4Hbjw2cKfxzlvzqiWy-h9UzbjsJm1VVUSsw6iMp7aEWpqLVOD4CM4GSZyxrRLu4JhJGQwsIqTYa51tIrflDkHrWJiD-TVUc/s320/DSC02848.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493254369762615186" /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNirhgnOXzTHTTvg0rMBEcoQagZ4LZPa3bJYt074O1hPmoOKK3RQPfQl6V1JBCe-57OvOtovK_zS0GM1J4FzAhiZds-uLYo5CE6hmkn9-HVwkfdE9PAk62Mcqgx1n7nNP9HM6dVeg914A/s320/DSC02853.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493259785783514866" /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2sMBW9wUHKJxK16AYfR3Wkv-BrsYgt2f3Xv8kT1LfWsmCd6CJlEpPUB8XEnVih1JssMtrNqZnDANfWrxTTFUCFuAK1-jbYTfLqS9ifLi5JtixneSnXO4_IWUIjLugIB-3c8h6hvVx7k/s320/DSC02854.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493255641941165090" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflHYsycx9dUnLr30CqyN4NI78LM0aTFPNZBLq0B6k4pHWn_IDN9fD-kXGLmrOC9GERJ9sNgcO-RgEwJutA2t1N2oCPg5ToLxw7_WiybwFn2JmcU40kScfHPEBpBdMNu6uFc1JSzW30hE/s320/DSC02866.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493257171350880290" /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9ORwnNos_PerwGkKMhtRDPT1Uktulg5ts0fHqW7J9ScH5-RHAUEaUdVMiHmL_NtXLg60jnASzVfYsFIJlTeNQDutuMDnrSi7Wa2RvEbAzvnLMXJEaChTB_F-C79Nv3EppZAHCSZal4Y/s400/DSC02868.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493258442815321906" /><div><br /></div><div>This cake was for my mom's Bday, she LOVES roses on her cakes and lots of them. The stores will only allow 6-8 so I went nuts.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GwgX2XYWSbOnqNC5Q-NtBmHS2cocT-2zoH7tG5BfZmCug54VIHifpim1qUeYsIH2L_75_wF8LyaIXi9tOE_VAiPlL7G_eImDNcJmBCJDMba2ogVPPFr5n1c0U60W0l8NearP4YlXdKs/s400/DSC03354.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493261027985650866" /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GwgX2XYWSbOnqNC5Q-NtBmHS2cocT-2zoH7tG5BfZmCug54VIHifpim1qUeYsIH2L_75_wF8LyaIXi9tOE_VAiPlL7G_eImDNcJmBCJDMba2ogVPPFr5n1c0U60W0l8NearP4YlXdKs/s1600/DSC03354.JPG"></a><div>This next two are a birthday cake and smash cake I made for a friend, and actually the only cakes I've been commissioned to do.</div><div><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDFJQ9n0_l3L7ngKjUoLwV3MSAG51V5jeWI3tlZKeRklZfqKh55tHUZJGFRBu67i7-JumHuG7vyoQBvKVFMfZPM4narpohahEg2dvFq2n4D1ikVtUnOUO-A0KhGb2A-Gs4_ZOptI2ycY/s1600/DSC02987.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDFJQ9n0_l3L7ngKjUoLwV3MSAG51V5jeWI3tlZKeRklZfqKh55tHUZJGFRBu67i7-JumHuG7vyoQBvKVFMfZPM4narpohahEg2dvFq2n4D1ikVtUnOUO-A0KhGb2A-Gs4_ZOptI2ycY/s400/DSC02987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493264492729350498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdtuSQyenNC9ldm9K4APLWbL0_sK1_YJVWVSSHZqZ-ciF0L1dTBu1ISRy17zxZE5K2xR37dgisXs4g99SwhaDTj8ZlZq74R43GVXlPDYpobdpDVuj-jmvFv0APn9PoORBmGijJqSUKhM/s1600/DSC02983.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdtuSQyenNC9ldm9K4APLWbL0_sK1_YJVWVSSHZqZ-ciF0L1dTBu1ISRy17zxZE5K2xR37dgisXs4g99SwhaDTj8ZlZq74R43GVXlPDYpobdpDVuj-jmvFv0APn9PoORBmGijJqSUKhM/s400/DSC02983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493262159432329042" /></a><br />This took a lot longer than expected, guess I'll post more later.Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-37644461390093446162010-07-02T01:02:00.003-05:002010-07-02T01:13:30.147-05:00lonely daysI am thinking about when I was younger and decided I needed to live on my own, before I ended up getting married and never experiencing it. I was excited and scared, I have great memories from it. I grew a lot. i learned what it was like to be alone. It was probably also the loneliest and hardest thing I ever went through for a time.<div>I am a people person most of the time. I surround myself in friendship and family, I need it. But sometimes you also need to learn how to survive on your own. I spent a lot of time in my apartment crying in the hallway laying on the floor. Desperately texting friends to see what they were up to, but never calling because i never wanted to sound like the desperate being I was. </div><div>I specifically remember about a 3 week period that I cried almost every night. When my friends left, when I couldn't find plans. Then one day.. I was ok. I didn't need to make plans. I enjoyed my independence, my lack of plans, the ability to just be. </div><div>I wouldn't be the same person without that learning period. This may all seem weird or rambly, but its kinda more of a remembrance journal entry kind of thing for me right now. Its been a long time since I was that alone 19 year old. Sometimes I find myself some time alone. An hour here or there. Sometimes I need it and it makes me happy. Sometimes I need it, but don't want it when I get it. </div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-43851994425847819072010-05-23T16:15:00.002-05:002010-05-23T16:26:09.376-05:00Let's Get PhysicalSometimes I am the most enlightened when its just me and my thoughts and the lawnmower... <div>I couldn't help thinking today how much I enjoy sweating and expending energy. Sometimes its like pulling teeth to get me off the couch, it's just so easy to be lazy. My brain WANTS me to be lazy. Some things I really look forward to, some things I procrastinate doing, some things I don't enjoy until after I am finished..BUT when I am finished and I am sweaty and my muscles ache and I am out of breathe I thrive! </div><div>I think that the more lazy I am the more I feel like I am just dying. If I put effort into life my body feels better, my mind clearer and my emotions more stable. So the question is Why does my brain fight it? I wanted to write down what I was thinking, so that when I am feeling lazy I remember that I like being active. Its kinda like being depressed, when you are depressed you feel like you have always felt that way and its not until you are pulled out of it that you realize that you use to feel normal and energized and happy. </div><div>I am going to try to do something active that makes me sweat every day. It's good for my body, my heart, my mind and my soul. </div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-71876842208961392962010-04-18T11:45:00.002-05:002010-04-18T11:51:42.233-05:00Dancing<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw4xwLO1rOKT4gfX3I_6LjzMYQPzcV6MCkyRKYJ3BdBh9d_KFLAaKfjSj2-240BPqmWQFtuwBnH4fNnqOVsKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div>My girly loves dancing! Normally she prefers jazz, but </div><div>she enjoyed Lady Gaga and how fast it was!</div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-79678263289485029602010-04-03T22:12:00.002-06:002010-04-03T22:15:56.888-06:00Happy EasterI hope everyone has a Happy Easter! I am! I am so grateful to be surrounded by such loving families and friends.Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-65758866793110602842010-02-24T00:25:00.003-06:002010-02-24T00:46:47.976-06:00Mid-night ramblings<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Sometimes, well most of the time I feel inadequate. I want to write about my life, my passions and all kinds of interesting thoughts. Then I think about what I want to write about and I draw a blank. I worry about being shallow and that I really should be delving in more interesting subjects than just everyday life. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>And well maybe some of that is true. There are a lot of subjects I find interesting, but are put on the "I'd like to.." list because of laziness, busy lifestyle or more likely bad time management. So I don't read the books on theology or even the fantasy and sci-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fi</span> books that I would love to do. I forget some of the things that I valued when I was younger. I don't investigate enough into long lost friends that I think about, but never get around to calling. I sit and listen to dead silence to my loving husband who just isn't good at chit-chat or yammer on about who knows what to one of my girlfriends. Its kind of a depressing thought, but I am also happy in the easiness of just completing what I have to and just enjoying the presence of my family and friends. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Maybe I have nothing else to talk about besides how little miss sunshine waves and yells "Hi" to dogs barking, or that she blows bubbles on my tummy if I lay in the floor with her. At this point in my life I am totally good with being absorbed in the happy places of motherhood. I always plan to be here and enjoy that, and I will also find some time and passion for other things again too. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I don't blog for assurance (I really am happy), sometimes the best therapy for feeling down is to express it and with insecurity its easier to confess it to a blank page or screen than a friendly ear. </div><div><br /></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-59094634832876191142010-01-09T21:26:00.002-06:002010-01-09T21:43:23.762-06:00New Years ResolutionsI have never been a big New Years resolution person; just a general <i>I wanna lose weight this year</i> kind of thing. But this year I decided to make two. <div>I want to weight 200lbs.</div><div> I CANNOT wrap my brain around losing 75lbs, I can't even visualize what I would look like at 165. I have never been close. When I say it, it feels like a lie. </div><div>So... instead I want a goal that I KNOW I can accomplish and I can see myself being. Its been probably 7 years since I was like 190. But I was there once. I know I felt decent and I could buy clothing without too much frustration. </div><div>I did lose all my pregnancy weight (WOO go ME!) and made it to 230lbs. Well over Christmas somehow I ended up at 239. I have an amazing husband who is willing to go along with me to lose weight. Together we did the Master Cleanse where you drink this lemonade concoction only and we did it for 7 days. AND I finished I didn't quit early even though I wanted to. I lost down to 224. </div><div>Today was the breaking the fast and we ate orange juice and soup and salad. I weighed on the Wii Fit tonight and weight 229. So that is my new starting point.</div><div><b>29 pounds</b></div><div><b>I can totally do this</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Tomorrow TOGETHER we start the South Beach Diet phase 1. Which is basically lean meats, veggies(excluding potatoes and starchy stuff), lowfat dairy, eggs and good fats and oils like nuts and olive oil. After 2 weeks we will go to phase two and add back whole grains and fruits. But not unhealthy ones like White bread, cake, regular pasta (whole wheat instead). Basically the goal is to keep from eating foods that raise your blood sugar quickly. SUGAR has been a huge issue in my diet, so a low glycemic diet seems a great plan. Plus we did it for a few weeks last summer and I lost some of the baby weight that way.</div><div><br /></div><div>All of this leads to New Years Resolution #2 and this is a new one for me. I want to run ONE Mile. Sounds easy and stupid, but I have never done it. I have run/walked a mile but I want to run the whole way. Its not easy for me and when spring hits I start training for it. I have a couple obstacles 1. Its HARD to run when your belly bangs around...working on that one. 2. I can't breathe when I run. In high school I had an inhaler for those walk/run miles because my throat closes up. I feel like some of this is training. I am bad about holding my breath and not breathing correctly- I can do it during yoga but whoa while running.. I may never be able to run a marathon with this "exercise induced asthma" but seriously I should be able to make it a mile. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well thats it. Please ask me questions like how am I doing, how much have I lost, have I started running? Its easy to be laxed when I am not being held accountable.</div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-27274945148058835652009-12-23T01:19:00.008-06:002009-12-23T01:36:30.824-06:00One YearI never seem to find the time to blog. I will find it again, I think it might be lost behind the couch. There is a lot of things to say. First of all, I love being a mom. I love my sweet baby girl. She is a joy to my life and I can't stop thinking about how grateful I am to have her. Her birthday is this week and the celebration has been fun and sobering. Its true what everyone says..it goes to fast.. you blink and she'll be all grown up. The first year has been amazing. Here are some pictures from her Birthday party, hopefully I'll have more from her Actual Birthday.<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-yDeAspAVEW0wf75m4-ivi08Kob39jAi8YAlKqrfDtjZArgBjKogEwtJQVqShFOBB1zxQh6Vo4gFiPsYinmmlspLMiPKdHRw0Lc0a-rIRcIiRI7DQZxYFiC8Uk_zC18nBfbdxHpUfO4/s320/DSC03154.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418330031257917426" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxhpVtensGfao4FOwhsfrMglSA8NOaDC83hCsP-LRYpDYaZoWbOQmS6URrkA6jerRapIyqlfzb-mR8vUYDVpCVg9_jTKGlV41RG7x8LdE2-D06nnM3mca4wHfsqJNt7pcrccW7CmE0Wo/s320/DSC03179.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418330694624549586" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3QjoUBIUClqgWzYMlBGBYI_8pQBPcsUMdIgLQdIhVdHl6A9mb1W1I1z0apU9pZxdDZRr5xsO-rAmcAF3O9cL2wy0SP8KWetyiHh1tSxKxe_h9tUkevEzCEb20vluX5IE3jpGwb6V6E4/s320/DSC03180.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418331654999005026" />ok and I have to say I made those curtains and the cakes...</div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-38249336700199293792009-07-29T09:12:00.003-05:002009-07-29T09:20:38.020-05:004months and 7 months<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzlllpLM7NIsSDSjGrbVOQ52qg6tLySv96bX6JhdilMarH1AYrVYce0vWkuycsxOoMnf57NIL3cNQgF7ScHaA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyTzzrmqL204IH8jfKSrVnvZzt56IhkrmQnvohOe_wNEo8u7SUM4nXc5xye7jXlm5ZUI926Ze8aTlPrNI4_zQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div>I couldn't play either of these videos, but blogger made them work!</div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-34922557202890388032009-07-15T10:42:00.004-05:002009-07-15T10:45:50.038-05:00Vegetables?!I did something I have never remember doing before.. Ate ONLY vegetables for dinner! I just had to share, because it was pretty. It would have been really low calorie except for the olive I made the eggplant in. Oh well it was yummy! <div>Eggplant Parmesan over Spaghetti Squash with tomatoes, mushrooms, and spinach!<br /><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqPV1CJWbcSKvTTgwGeC_PB0kVEJJ0rgdROdG5I7BTy71lb0mCLJVORu7ihyphenhyphenWjDuSprds3y8gzcizL4y7r8Ve5XfguTUU4LgPS3j927yuqVuMKVhdfI-awuMRkoThZykxDUXT_6HP9Ps/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqPV1CJWbcSKvTTgwGeC_PB0kVEJJ0rgdROdG5I7BTy71lb0mCLJVORu7ihyphenhyphenWjDuSprds3y8gzcizL4y7r8Ve5XfguTUU4LgPS3j927yuqVuMKVhdfI-awuMRkoThZykxDUXT_6HP9Ps/s400/DSC02722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358713198611257794" /></a></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-75964155544768523802009-07-03T16:58:00.003-05:002009-07-03T17:03:51.849-05:00A Good DayI finally pulled the Wii Fit out today. Since I was on it last....45 days ago, I have lost 10lbs. Woot! I did 35 minutes of exercises; mostly yoga and some aerobics. I also did some crunches. <div>It feels good! I ate out for lunch, but thats OK I should still be able to make my goal for calories for the day. I have not been faithfully writing what I eat...which means I have been eating worse. So its time to start over.</div><div><br /></div><div>My DH (dear husband) is going out of town for THREE WEEKS in July. This makes us both a little sad and both a little happy. He likes training and the mall right next to his hotel, but is going to miss his family. I am going to miss him terribly and miss the help with Katey, but its very motivating to me! I want to get the house all in order and eat well and lose weight while he is gone! It would be so awesome to lose even 5-6lbs and be that much smaller when he comes home. Not to mention that much closer to my current goal. </div><div>With him gone, I will have more time at night after baby bedtime to exercise. </div><div>Wish me Luck!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and also we bought webcams so DH and littlebit can see and talk to each other.</div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-66935694913670772482009-06-22T20:04:00.002-05:002009-06-22T20:31:34.481-05:00Goodbye 240!It has been a while since I blogged about weight and dieting. Not that it hasn't been on my mind..I wish, but I have been pregnant and post pregnant and now it is time!<div><br /><div>I might as well be truthful. I gained over 50lbs while pregnant and ended up weighing about 280. It was really hard on me emotionally. That is so close to 300lbs and that make me want to cry. I couldn't even find maternity clothes without A LOT of effort. I would have gained even more if I finished those last 4 weeks of pregnancy. I lost about 25lbs within a few weeks of having Little Miss. I was too big to wear pants that buttoned still and so I started doing the South Beach Diet. After 3-4 days on phase one while nursing I was starving for carbs and decided to go to phase 2. That lasted about two weeks. I got down to 245ish. </div><div><br /></div><div>And thats where I have been for about three months. That is about 2 lbs more than my biggest weight ever - prepregnancy. Now not only is this way off the charts of obese, but I want more kids. If I got pregnant this heavy..Dear Lord... So its time drop this weight and feel better!</div><div><br /></div><div>Counting Calories is the only thing that really works for me. I know too much about nutrition to do anything crazy, plus I am still breastfeeding. I want to lose a lb or 2 a week so that it stays off. Well GUESS WHAT! Its working! I am eating a bit more than 2,000 calories a day. I am at 235lbs. ( I have to average, because I can fluctuate 8lbs in a day..)</div><div><br /></div><div>My Ultimate Goal is to get down to a size 12. I have been a size 14 or higher since.. I dunno 7th grade. But sometimes looking at something so far away can make you unmotivated to get there. So my goal is to weigh 210 by the end of the year. That is less than I weighed when I met my husband. So its a REALLY motivating goal. </div><div>Wish me LUCK!</div></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-37192182098499566662009-06-19T15:32:00.002-05:002009-06-19T15:36:17.221-05:00<div><br />AH I forgot to post my cupcakes that I made. My friend bought me a book called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0618829253?tag=hellocupcakeb-20&camp=14573&creative=327641&linkCode=as1&creativeASIN=0618829253&adid=0P2ECW8CDRJ6Q2N09MFS&">Hello Cupcake!</a>for my birthday. There are so many I want to make. This was my first attempt. They are owls.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudBzVPtOm9QlxRdMsW2_mENpb5Wq3eO11NutQyfIWRttfArysF_OfW7271224B_IoXn2F9eBkv1h3WzGmMtS22Laugqw_rUtFxF-IJttV3Qc_dDtwYGiQm7wVCmyUwqhT8AgA9Jh_zMg/s1600-h/owls.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudBzVPtOm9QlxRdMsW2_mENpb5Wq3eO11NutQyfIWRttfArysF_OfW7271224B_IoXn2F9eBkv1h3WzGmMtS22Laugqw_rUtFxF-IJttV3Qc_dDtwYGiQm7wVCmyUwqhT8AgA9Jh_zMg/s400/owls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349140179747357474" /></a><div><br /></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-60315713450264416332009-06-10T15:52:00.005-05:002009-06-10T16:26:51.062-05:00God did not punish you<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It bothers me that there is a significant amount of people who believe God causes tragedies in our lives. It is NOT the truth! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">John 10:10 </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:'Charis SIL';"><sup id="en-NKJV-26486" class="versenum" value="10" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">10</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">God is a good God and he wants us to have a happy and successful life. He does not cause the awful things in our life, nor does he "allow them to happen to teach us". Thats total bullshit. So the question develops... Why do bad things happen to good people?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">God created us with a choice to trust him and live in a good world, or we can know of good and evil, blessing and calamity. We all know what in our human nature chose. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We now not only make our own bad decisions which cause bad consequences. We also have Satan who attempts trick and manipulate us and the people we come across on a daily basis. His daily goal is to destroy our life and our love toward God. It is his trickery that convinces people that God did it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">God has also given us authority on this Earth. He CREATED this world and universe with his words. Then he created us in his image and told us to speak to our mountains. He gave us Angels to protect us and follow what we say. BUT we limit not only ourselves but our Angels' protection. We say things like " Oh I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong time" or "If somethings out there I'll catch it and get sick". So our angels listen to our words and instead of prompting us to avoid somewhere, or stopping the car that about to hit you.. they wait. They don't understand why we want to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but we told them thats what we wanted. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tragedy's are caused by not listening to the promptings of Holy Spirit and by the theif/ the destroyer, the murderer- Satan. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We chose to live in a world that contains good and evil, so God cannot keep all the Evil out..we let it in.God is a good God and loves us very much! Which is why every time a tragedy happens, it is through him that we can find our way. God has plan A for us. Then something awful happens. God gives us plan B instead. It was not his plan for you fall but he will pick you up again every time! Through him we can overcome any obstacle. </span></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-66438294855905401532009-06-04T21:52:00.000-05:002009-06-04T21:52:33.375-05:00Saturn Cake for my Uncle<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xmj9eZ-qiZts5rpreL6uugUDl65O7EJnxqD3n8FCZ4E1cH7eEN7mEjCPJg58v8EOZJruOwR_9CwWygmzwuOcd4wl6aHXLOpqGuOftYl4Z6UGsQNk59gApVjKeRMk6DOpdD5x8AuKznI/s1600-h/DSC02611.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xmj9eZ-qiZts5rpreL6uugUDl65O7EJnxqD3n8FCZ4E1cH7eEN7mEjCPJg58v8EOZJruOwR_9CwWygmzwuOcd4wl6aHXLOpqGuOftYl4Z6UGsQNk59gApVjKeRMk6DOpdD5x8AuKznI/s400/DSC02611.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-74771162263266605662009-05-26T21:55:00.004-05:002009-05-26T22:16:24.311-05:00How do I love thee..I can't help it. More than anything else I love little tokens and expressions of love. In this particular case it has to do with a gift. But actions are just as strong if not stronger gifts of love.<br /> My husband doesn't like holidays, celebrations and birthdays; well its not that he doesn't like them, but I think he doesn't like the boundaries put on him. Such as.. you need to buy this person a present, be here on this day at this time and so forth. Once he gets there or if he buys the present he actually enjoys the celebration itself. Knowing that its easy for him to "pass over" buying a gift for me for a holiday, I told him that my first Mother's Day is important to me and flowers or a card or something would be really nice. Maybe its bad to mention it, but I would rather say something than have my feelings hurt.<br /> But..He doesn't like the flowers/card thing so instead he buys me a present. Something I've really been wanting and decided it cost too much- so he gets me an even more expensive set; not because its expensive, but because it fits me more than the others I was looking at.<br /> I was thrilled, he gave it too me all shy like he does. First, he gave me paper card written in sharpie. And it meant more to me than any Hallmark. then pointed in the other room at my brand new colorful set of mixing bowls!<br /><br />I told him that I didn't need anything for my birthday, no biggie this year the Mother's day present was plenty! Well this is the point I was getting to. He CANNOT buy a present and wait until the particular day to give it to me. As much as he tries, he can't do it and I just LOVE that about him.<br />So.. a couple days ago he gets all figitty and tells me he can't wait any longer. I'm like "what?!?". So he gives me my Birthday present, which I totally wasn't expecting, a cute little matching set of measuring cups! Heehehee I love them so much they are so cute and colorful. And I love his little impatient dance and that he gave them to me early!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IbmSSSq5qGHmCFVBqsy04EzDG6C715GNluxOn5XK6iFEWWIPaKETkcO9xtsO5eTtnJ4TvoqnOCkcN-WqXHLdDKOzx4SRWg_XyJQetmMpd8WECOsg0izBFVIH-tKL0yoPHH4CvySD3k8/s1600-h/DSC02610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IbmSSSq5qGHmCFVBqsy04EzDG6C715GNluxOn5XK6iFEWWIPaKETkcO9xtsO5eTtnJ4TvoqnOCkcN-WqXHLdDKOzx4SRWg_XyJQetmMpd8WECOsg0izBFVIH-tKL0yoPHH4CvySD3k8/s320/DSC02610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340336359263656642" /></a>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564182495220234876.post-24644241231102976702009-05-20T20:14:00.007-05:002009-05-27T23:06:11.760-05:00Final Week of Wilton Cake Decorating Class 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Uc1O2THGMfCPLX3an47oddDlAU7za9JiVndIf7Rko0LGQcFe13FzbhsVtvP7KiIgKRAZUGB2qZsys7rAR4R5Z2lo_kTZqSVovnlS1iRNybnjSXgrEjuZN8EyoIKbxhLK158ljJ05qOM/s1600-h/DSC02590.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Uc1O2THGMfCPLX3an47oddDlAU7za9JiVndIf7Rko0LGQcFe13FzbhsVtvP7KiIgKRAZUGB2qZsys7rAR4R5Z2lo_kTZqSVovnlS1iRNybnjSXgrEjuZN8EyoIKbxhLK158ljJ05qOM/s320/DSC02590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338079910349359058" /></a><br />After lots of dropping roses and smashing things..including the side of my cake.. I finally finished my cake. Here is a picture of the classes' cakes. Nikki's is the white and pink and purple one, mine is the chocolate. It was a lot of fun I would like to take the next class, but I want to take a break for a bit first.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHjAn1Vu12kruGdfsETi-CCn9FNBuTIF2YhT3ejLssOymqoTr8oXUPY1-DQJUA7_7RZgHWRVJyEiuohB5JExYzmSxS6HJa8abcuvqMj8UuhZn-QEmwTHexv3QD43YaA66llA5Im8wgJM/s1600-h/DSC02592.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHjAn1Vu12kruGdfsETi-CCn9FNBuTIF2YhT3ejLssOymqoTr8oXUPY1-DQJUA7_7RZgHWRVJyEiuohB5JExYzmSxS6HJa8abcuvqMj8UuhZn-QEmwTHexv3QD43YaA66llA5Im8wgJM/s400/DSC02592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338080335136453394" /></a>Brehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06108925979402425701noreply@blogger.com2