Thursday, September 30, 2010

In the morning

It's so amazing when God gives me just what I need at the right moment. That was today.

My God is so wonderful. I am so thankful that He breathed life into my deadened sould this morning with this verse.

"But I will sing of your strength:
I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning.
For you have been to me a fortress
and a refuge in the day of my distress.
O my Strength, I will sing praises to You,
for You, O God, are my fortress,
the God who shows me steadfast love."
(Psalm 59:16-17)

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Tut, tut, looks like rain

Sunday and Monday morning were quite rainy in my part of the world. I was very glad for the pitter patter outside, knowing it'd wash all the peanut dust off my car. When I walked out to my car for lunch yesterday, I was met with a welcome change. The weather had dropped a few degrees and everything looked, well REFRESHED.

My heart has also had a little rain lately, spiritually speaking. Admittedly, I haven't been as faithful in the word as I should, really since before our wedding. When times are good, when things are well, when my heart has peace, I feel less "need" for God, though I know I need him as much as ever. I can feel my heart is more prone to wander to other "loves" and less devoted, less adoring of my Great Lover. Still, he hasn't given up on waking my listless soul and stir my spirit.

Last week we went to a conference called Refuge in the Mountain Brook area of B-ham. It was a conference for youth pastors and workers. I can't remember the last time I was able to worship like I did at Refuge. I loved the moments when I stopped singing and just listened to the voices of the thousands that were there. It was so moving, and I was (again) reminded of how worthy my Lord is to receive honor and glory.

Over the past week, I have been amazed at how the Lord has tied things together in my life. Several conversations I had related perfectly to others later on. This past Sunday we had M-night at our church and during the youth service the speaker had an invitation for people to get right with God. There were a shortage of women counselors, so I went to talk to two girls from another church. As we were discussing what was going on in their lives, they brought up some of the things I had just taught to my middle school girls small group not two hours before. I was also able to bring up some scriptures that I shared with someone else struggling with doubts last Thursday. In that moment, God spoke to my heart saying, "See child, I do orchestrate your life. I will use you. I have a purpose. Stop filling your life with other things. Is this not better? Give me ALL. Follow me. Love me. And I will show you my glory. I will make you a reveler of myself to the world by My Spirit."

Also on Sunday, something my pastor wrote in the worship folder really hit home with me in regards to my generation and those to come. He quoted a book about hipster Christianity:
"When it comes to church, we don't want COOL as much as we want REAL...(and, in a world that is) utterly phony, ephemeral, narcissistic, image-obsessed and sex-drenched, we want a good alternative."
I hope I can be REAL instead of looking and acting like the world around me. If I really want to impact the people around me, I don't need to waste my time on anything but showing the reality of Christ in me. I'm not perfect, but that's the point. I'm not and Christ is! I read this today:
"Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am foremost. But I received mercy for this reason, that in me, as the foremost, Jesus Christ might display His perfect patience as and example to those who were to believe in Him for eternal life." (1Tim. 1:15-16)
Oh yes, the rain has come and is pouring into me. I am so thankful, because I know that I am nothing. (Sometimes, well a lot of times, I forget and am deceived into thinking I'm better than I really am.) He is EVERYTHING. Who am I that my Creator would use me?

Indeed, it looks like more rain is coming yet.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Pumpkin candles are deceptive.

Yesterday, two sweaty men came in my office to fix something on my computer and stank it up. Believe me, it was horrible! The rest of the day my office smelled like sweaty man because no one had any air freshener. I had to remedy this so it would never, ever happen again. So after work I went shopping at Wally World and bought some pumpkin candles for my office, which then led to other purchases regarding fall-time.

So today the scents of cinnamon buns and pumpkin pie wafted through my office, instead of sweat. Mmm, delicious! These smells deceived my mind into thinking that it might be cooler outside...but then I walked outside for lunch. Stupid heat, you had to go and ruin all my hopes and dreams. Still, wasn't going to let that ruin my fall spirit (which is like Christmas spirit, but in the fall-time). After work, I ventured out to a local park and I had a fabulous time pretending like it was cool outside. Needless to say, my adventure was short-lived. It is still hot outside people. Sadly, I couldn't imagine it away. Bummer.

At least the park had leaves on the ground!

I read for a while, but it got too hot to lay on the blanket.
(Insert sad face here)

Then I went on a little walk...

Look at the cutie I found staring at me. Too bad I can't make him my pet. If so, I would name him Fredrick. Somehow I don't think the Hubs would like it if he came home to a squirrel in his house.

I love trees. I hate that I don't really get to see them turn colors here. 

This might be where little Fredrick lives...maybe?

Or perhaps he lives here...I will never know.

My scarf sort-of made a tent shape on the tree...

Which reminded me of how much I want to go camping. I need to go soon!!!! Well, that is as soon as the temperature goes down a bit.

 Then I came home and decorated for fall with the things I bought yesterday. I love making our little home warm and cozy! 

These pumpkins were on sale at Walmart and I couldn't resist!

I also got some pumpkin candles for the house too, so now the whole house can smell like Autumn!

Here's what I have on our table. 

Fact you may not know: It is a crime to decorate for fall without making pumpkin bread. It's true. Of course I don't want to break the law (Jen's law that is), thus I made some. Right now I am breathing deeply and taking in every decadent scent!

When my boo came home I eagerly showed him what I had decorated and the yummy bread I cooked. He then informed me that he doesn't like food with pumpkin. How can you have the audacity not to like pumpkin? It's like saying that you hate fall. Oh well, all the more for me! And I'm going to eat every last bite, for the sake of celebrating fall of course. That's the only reason. (Wink, wink)

A is for Autumn

Fall is in the air. It may still be hot as blue blazes, but I can feel it in my bones! I can smell it in the air. When the wind blows it whispers that fall is coming...soon, or at least I hope so.  Everything is good in the world during the fall. Crisp autumn days make me want to run through a forest like Pocahontas and live in nature all season long.

Alas, I love autumn. You want to know why I love it? Well don't worry your pretty little heads, I'll tell you!

I love:
  • apples
  • bobbing for apples
  • caramel apples
  • fairs & carnivals
  • faris wheels
  • stary skies
  • colorful leaves
  • the wind rustling leaves
  • majestic mountains
  • long hikes
  • cabins with rocking chairs
  • camping & campfires
  • roasting marshmellows & making smores
  • being wrapped up in cozy blankets
  • fireplaces & the smell of burning wood
  • drinking hot coco & apple cider
  • sweaters, sweatshirts, scarves, fuzzy hats & boots
  • my birthday!
  • dressing up for Halloween
  • being with friends and family on thanksgiving
  • all things regarding pumpkins
  • scarecrows
  • and oh so much more!
All those things are the best in the fall. I am getting myself so excited at the very thought of fall!

I'm not the only who loves fall time. Here's some other famous people that do as well:

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." ~ George Eliot

"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer and oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all." ~ Stanley Horowitz

"October is a symphony of permanence and change." ~ Bonaro W. Overstreet

"I cannot endure to wast anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air." ~ Nathaniel Hawthorn

"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are the as crisp as autumn air." ~ Eric Sloane

Autumn, please come quickly!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Oh Avonlea!

Anne of Green Gables is one of my favorite stories of all time. Not only do I love the book, but the movie is endearing as well. Its a wonderful thing when great movies come from great books. While I am recovering from surgery I've been watching all of my favorite movies. It's been a welcome distraction.

Anne Shirley is one of my favorite characters EVER! I am so drawn to her take on life. She makes the most of her existence for certain. I love that she gets carried away with herself, and sometimes gets into trouble for it. I often find myself in an "Anne Shirley" state of mind. This is a place where I want to twirl around in a field, lose myself in a book, or simply be in the "depths of despair" for a moment. Oh Anne, we are kindred spirits indeed.

The relationship between Anne and her "bosom friend" Diana is so lovely. It is one of the most beautiful pictures of friendship in literature and film.

I also love the scenery of Prince Edward Island and Avonlea. It is so beautiful that I wish I could be Anne for a day sometimes.

One of my favorite parts of the movie is when Anne and her friends are reenacting Tennyson's poem, The Lady of Shalott. I think its hilarious when she says, "place the piano cover over me." Don't ask why! They send her to her "watery grave" and run off. Little did they know that the boat had a leak! Poor Anne was forced to be rescued by Gill (to her humiliation). This is one of my favorite Tennyson poems as it was Anne's. So, in honor of my fictional friend Anne, here it is:

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Wandering into Wonderland!

Hello world. I have very important news. Brace yourselves. I am going to Wonderland just like Alice. No really! I'll chase a rabbit in a suit and bow tie, see the Cheshire cat, the Mad hatter...Okay, not quite. But I am getting my wisdom teeth removed this Friday. I am really happy about it. Seriously! They have been giving me endless grief since last Saturday, keeping me awake at night and causing my head to feel like it is going to implode. I assure you, I've been loving every minute. NOT! I can't wait to go under the anesthesia and have some fantastic hallucinations and weird dreams. (I might see a rabbit. Who knows?) Meds make me really loopy (just ask my husband and best friend Ashley). Just the other night I took the toothpaste out of the cabinet, paused and suddenly became very perplexed. I then proceeded to ask with all sincerity, "Where's the toothpaste?" I was only on Tylenol extra strength people! Very sad, I know. I can guarantee that I will do some really hilarious things after my surgery and I can't wait for my husband to tell me about them after I return from my own version of Wonderland. For now I'll just have to deal with my dulled mental state due to my pain reliever. Fun times I tell you, fun times.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Material for Sacrifice

Last night we had a prayer summit at our church. To be honest, I wasn't really expecting anything to "move me." Boy was I wrong. In both the morning and evening services they showed a video - one that pierced my heart. The video told the story of how a destitute, childless widower in Togo, Africa came to Christ. Many of the villagers that came to Christ that week brought fruits or vegetables from their days labor as an offering of thankfulness to God. This woman had absolutely nothing but desperately wanted to give something to God to tangibly express her gratitude for saving her. This grieved her deeply. At the end of the week, she placed a silver coin on the table with the rest of the offerings. The missionary assumed that she had stolen it and confronted her after the service. She proceeds to tell him how much Christ has changed her life. Then says that she went to the tea plantation owner and sold herself as a slave so that she had something to give to God, not only to express gratitude but also so that others may hear the good news. Wow. It left me speechless. What am I doing sitting here amid all of the wealth that surrounds me?

It seems as though I hear and read about poverty, money and sacrifice everyday. I can get away from the fact that I am incredibly wealthy as an American, and how hypocritical it is of me not to sacrifice for the gospel. I am also constantly reminded of Luke 12:32-34: "Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give to the needy. Provide yourselves with moneybags that do not grow old, with a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." The question remains: will I obey by learning to sacrifice my "treasures" in this world for heavenly ones?

I wrote this several years ago when I was faced with serious heath issues. At the time, I was surrendering to the Lord the possibility that I might never be healthy again. I thought it was a fitting prayer for today as I seek to surrender all of my possessions into the Lord's hands and to sacrifice for the cause of Christ...for the glory of God. I have so much material for sacrifice. How can I keep it for myself?

~ Material for Sacrifice ~ 

You always provide
Material for sacrifice
In whatever place I am.
You want me willing
To offer up my "Isaac,"
And surrender to your plan.

So I pour out everything-
"The waters of Bethlehem"
As David did for Thee.
I dare not offer up
Any sacrifice to You
That costs nothing of me.

No, I give You what I
Deem most precious,
And dearest to me.
As the priests burnt
All the best lambs - take
Nothing less than all of me.

Lamb of God, You came
Giving all of Yourself
To pay my debt.
You gave all,
And You ask all -
This I can't forget.

I light of the cross,
Sacrifice for You seems
Nothing but gain now.
Joyfully, tearfully, I surrender
So that You may
Be glorified in my life somehow.

I am willing, Master,
To be burnt up,
If that is what You should choose.
Life means nothing
Apart from You;
My gain is to lose.

Suffering, reproach, trials -
To face these,
In You, make me strong.
Let me be a living sacrifice
For Your fame and glory
My whole life long.

You always provide
Material for sacrifice
In whatever place I am.
So wholly consume
This sacrifice:
My life is in Your hands.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Just like the lost boys...but better!

I've always loved the idea of running away to Neverland. I almost did one time. You see, I never wanted my 18th birthday to come. I kept telling my friends that I was going to run away and that they could come with me. Growing up is for the birds, but tree houses are for me...and people who don't want to grow up. Just so you know, I did turn 18. In October I will be 22, but I am still a kid. (Here's a secret: I skip down the halls at work and twirl around like in the Sound of Music when no one is looking!) Proof of this lies in the fact that I love every tree house that I see. Just look at this one! Isn't is amazing?

Can this little nook be anymore perfect for an afternoon read?

Swiss Family Robinson has nothing on this cute little look-out.

Well, I think I shall retire to my tree house (aka: the couch, because it is the next best substitute) to take a nap. At least I have a picture of the great outdoors hanging on the wall to look at before I doze off. I would just look out our window, but I'm afraid the scene of concrete and cars is not very picturesque. Such is life my friends.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Dear today, I like you. K bye.

(Disclaimer: This post is very random...sorry.)

So today is Friday for all of you guys that haven't realized that yet. (Everyone say "hooray" and "yippee!") I love (pronounced "luur-ve" thanks to Emily Wright) Fridays! I get so excited at 3 pm because it means I will leave my office in one itty-bitty hour and depart into the wonderfulness of weekending. Today is a stupendous really is. You know those days when you just wake up happy? That was today, which I'm sure is partly due to the fact that I started it off right (with a hot cup coffee and my Bible). Anyway, there are several random things that have been going through my head today, so here they are:

I have discovered that I do not like Polos. I wore one today and I don't like it. I like them on other people, but I feel very "private school-ish" with it on. Yeah, not a fan. I will not wear them on a train. I will not wear them in the rain. I do not like them or exams. I do not like them Sam I am. (Ok, ok. I'll stop, but I could go on...and on...)

I don't regret buying my oxfords. I have seriously worn them almost everyday since I got them. They are practically glued to my feet...and I am ok with it. Mark my words, they will be worn out before the winter is over.

I really, really, really want to go overseas on a mission trip again. Honestly, I just want to pack up and stay, but alas! (Insert sad face here. Or if you are a Harry Potter fan you might interject "earwax." I care not.) I had this pang in my heart when I looked at my pictures of India and the Philippines hanging in my office this morning. Sigh.

Europe is also calling my name, especially England and Italy. I've wanted to travel the world for as long as I can remember. Anyone want to donate a lot of money to the "send-Jen-and Jonathan-on-a-all-expenses-paid-trip-around-the-world" fund? It'll be fun. Promise.

Can you blame me for wanting to be on one of these boats?
(All images curtesy of Google)

Or in this city?

Or to actually touch every last pillar?

Or to explore this British castle?
I have the travel bug. BAD. Truly unfortunate.

(Cue change of subject)

FYI: I am extremely excited about tomorrow. JONATHAN HAS THE DAY OFF! We are never off on the same day unless we have a youth event or something. Seriously, this never happens. To celebrate this atypical Saturday we have lots of fun stuff planned, starting with sleeping in and ending with a double date. Yay!

Ok. That is all for the time being.

Until next time. TTFN, ta ta for now.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

floral shirts, mint & proverbs 3:5-6

We have been married for 3 months and 17 days today, and everyday gets better. It really is amazing what you learn from being married. My hubby and I dated long enough to know each other pretty well. Due to that fact, there haven't been any huge "surprises" that have shocked either of us...just amusing little things. I must say, I love being married to my man. I am so thankful that God brought me to him! Neither of us are perfect, but we are learning how to live together in a God-honoring way. Needless to say, being married is down-right funny sometimes and very eye-opening at other times. Here are a three examples:

1. Clothes: The other day we were getting dressed for a gig when my husband informs me that I am wearing my "old lady" shirt. (It is a cute purple, floral button up, which is very "in" these days. I paired it with some skinny jeans and vintage earrings.) I laugh and tell him that it is in style. He replies by saying that his grandmother must be fashionable as well. He is very silly. Still, I don't get offended at such remarks for several reasons. 1) I know he is kidding with me (the playful kind) and is not saying that I look bad at all. 2) He is not a fashion expert. Sure, he knows is outdoor apparel such as Northface, Patagonia, etc. However, my wardrobe has a classy, vintage, and indie flare...definitely not outdoorsy. 3) He smiles after he says it. One thing is for sure, he keeps my life fun and interesting. (I secretly like his teasing.)

2. Dinner time: One word comes to mind. LATE. We have a late dinner most nights. I am not a huge fan of doing so. (I normally like to eat around 7:00 pm.) The problem is that Jonathan has his lunch break at 2:45 pm and gets home around 7:45 pm, meaning he is not hungry until late o' clock at night. Sad day for me, but I am learning to forgo my hunger and wait so that we can eat together. Compromise is key, or so I am finding.

3. Similarities: We are constantly discovering that we have very similar tastes in everything: movies, music, and especially food. The other night we found out that neither of us really like mint. Who knew? Add that to the "Eww, yucky" collection, which contains eggs, onions, mushrooms, and the list goes on.

These are many other stories I assure you. The things I am learning are abundant. Overall, I see how much better we are together than apart. We certainly balance each other well. Being a young married couple is lots of fun for sure, but it is also an acute battle against selfishness (certainly much more so than when we were just dating). I deeply long to be a godly woman and a godly wife. Marriage is helping to chisel me into becoming so. In my husband I have the daily opportunity to put someone else first. (Here's a secret: I don't always make A's.) I am also seeing that "becoming one" is an ongoing process, and not an easy one at that! I need to encourage, take time to engage, support, spend time with him and a myriad of other things. It's a tall order, one I can't fill on my own. I was reminded once more today that I need to lean not on my own understanding (like I have any marital experience anyway) but in all my ways acknowledge the Lord, trusting that he will direct my steps, our steps. (Proverbs 3:5-6 is our marriage verse.)

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Michelle's Visit

While I was in college I used to bring my friends home with me for Labor Day weekend. We always had a blast with the fam. However, this year has brought many changes and with it comes new holiday traditions. Being married makes things interesting, especially when your husband works in retail. (Meaning he works while I am off.) I was kind of bummed that I wouldn't be doing anything fun until I had a lightbulb moment. My sister could come visit me! After a week of letting it sink in with my parents, they decided to let her come. I was beyond excited.

After she arrived Friday afternoon, we went grocery shopping for the weekend (getting lots of goodies) and then went out to eat with the hubby after he got off work. The next day was packed full of fun. We started the day off right by sleeping in (yay!) and then hit the antique stores. We found two adorable necklaces. Here is one of them:

Then we came back for lunch, got all "vintage-ized" and went out for some creative fun. Growing up we always were having our picture made by our mom...there are zillions of photo albums to prove it. (So if you think I take to many pictures, blame it on my mom. No offense mom. I love you!) We both love "documenting" life through the lens as well. I've been dying to go to a few places to play around with the camera a bit, but I have been to chicken to go by myself. Being kidnaped is not on my bucket list. However, I knew Michelle would appreciate these places, so I took advantage of the opportunity. This is the result. (And no, I will not ever tell where this secret little spot is located.)

We had a great time playing out in the country. 

Sunday and Monday were very relaxing days. We watched some girlie movies that I don't make my man watch, such as Sense and Sensibility and Confessions of a Shopaholic. We also went shopping and ate at California Yogurt Kraze (which is so much better than ice cream). I was kind of sad to see her go that afternoon. She really is my best friend. 

Sadly, Michelle's car broke down on her way home. I picked up the stranded lady and she had to stay another night with the crazy newly-weds. (No really, I was quite kooky last night. Let's just say that the Wii is way too fun for me!) Finally, my handy-man was able to get everything taken care of on her car and she went on her way. 

Maybe a sisterly visit will be a new Labor Day tradition...without the car problems that is. 

Monday, September 6, 2010

Wedding Pictures: Sneak Peak

Wedding pictures truly are priceless. I remember looking at my mom's album when I was a little girl. There's something so special about reminiscing about about weddings. Our wedding was by far the best day of my life. However, there was so much going on that a few things seem like a blur to me now, which is why I am so glad to have pictures of everything! I was so blessed to be able to work with the most amazing photographers on our wedding day. (More on that later.) For now, here is a few of the images captured by T2 Photography:

More to come soon!


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