tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44123353958389437862024-02-26T12:35:24.404-05:00Life After the AislePlease excuse the Mess - We Are Under ConstructionAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.comBlogger524125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-17412528402345663422014-06-26T15:15:00.002-04:002014-06-26T15:15:31.912-04:00Life LatelyJune is ending like any time! How did that happen you may ask? I have no idea! also it has been TWO WEEKS since I popped by! ughhh crazy!!<br />
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Two weeks ago I tried my very first Iced Coffee...have I been living under a rock?!?! it seems like it and how I survived without this deliciousness in my life is beyond me!! I have since discovered the added goodness of whipped cream and extra caramel to accompany this yumminess!<br />
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Last Friday night, a group of us went night fishing....it was a rough trip - 3 to 5 ft seas and 25 mph winds. NOT ideal conditions but at least it started with a fun and fruity drink and ended with some fish<br />
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BUT the highlight of the past two weeks is my beautiful sweet friend giving birth to her healthy sweet baby boy (baby #2)!! </div>
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Today was World Cup Thursday at work. All employees were granted permission to watch the game, beginning to end, as long as they weren't ignoring clients. There were treats, pizza, and good times. Sometimes I sit back and think about how surreal it is to work for such an amazing company. A company that actually cares about the employees and their success. it is so refreshing!<br />
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This weekend one of my favorite ladies and her husband, and their kids, are going to be staying at our house!!! I am so excited!! I haven't seen her pretty face since our wedding!! There are lots of fun things coming up in the next week and month =) </div>
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Happy ALMOST Friday and World Cup Thursday!!! Go USA!!! </div>
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I love being outside and in the sunshine! I foresee a LOT more time on the sandbar and on the boat this summer! <br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">The Husband and I have spent</span> a LOT of hours fishing over the past several months. </div>
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We have chartered captains in South Florida, The Keys, and even ventured
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Some days are obviously better than others, but there
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We don't ALWAYS catch fish - which makes us pout (some more than others!) but, you know what they say, a bad day fishing is better than a great day at work. I don't know if I COMPLETELY agree with that saying =) BUT either way, spending time outside, in the sun, with my husband and family is always my favorite.</div>
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Red Snapper season is opening in July - definitely earlier than it was last year or even the year before that. It is only open for a couple of weekends a year and this year, we managed to book a trip for each weekend. I will also be experiencing my very first night trip. I'm not sure if I'm excited or anxious about being out there at night. I'll let you know how it goes!</div>
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Here we go!! Today is my first day as a full time PERMANENT
employee!!! I have been a temp for this company since September 2013 and was
made an offer for a permanent position at the beginning of May. I am so excited!! I have been crazy busy at work
and honestly, The Husband and I have been living it up and have been busy
outside of work! We have been to concerts and on trips and basically just
non-stop for the past couple months.
July isn’t going to be any different.
This month is already off to a busy start between work and weekend
plans. It just doesn’t look like we are
going to slow down any time soon. I’m loving it and so is The Husband. This is going to be short and sweet! Here’s
to an amazing Monday and first day as a Perm Employee!!! <br />
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As I was getting ready for work this morning, I started thinking about the past four years and the year and the two and a half leading up to this moment. We have accomplished so many things. We have solidified our relationships with our family, who have been nothing shy of supportive. We have strengthened the relationships we had with our friends. Yet, there are people who attended (or were invited) with whom we no longer speak or socialize for one reason or another. We have met new friends. We bought a house, The Husband went back to his business full time, we bought a new-to-me car, Lexi the Lexus, who hasn't been shared with social media to this day, even though her family debut was way back in September. <br />
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Before starting my usual routine this morning, I found myself sitting at our computer, looking through pictures. There are TONS of photos from our photographers but also from all our guests who graciously shared with me or posted to social media. I wanted to highlight some of my favorites that held me over until getting the photographer's photos back. There were so many options but these really jumped out at me.<br />
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He is my redneck, my bug squisher; my hand warmer, and cuddler. He makes me laugh and comforts me when I cry. He's my best friend and I am so lucky to call him My Husband. We have been through a lot and have so much more to go; I can't wait to see what year 5 has in store!<br />
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decided to charter a boat. While it has
been mostly warm the past couple weeks, we have still experienced a dip in
temperatures every week – for instance the high for Thursday is only 60 and the
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It was WINDY all day on Friday and stayed fairly breezy and cool on
Saturday, that is not to say the sun wasn’t out and we didn’t all get too much
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Some of our friends made the drive down late Friday night to meet up
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Our target was Blackfin Tuna.
The captain knew exactly where to take us and luckily they were biting. I was excited to catch my first tuna ever! And for as small as they are, that
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The water was a bit rougher than I prefer but thanks to some good ol' Dramamine, I felt fantastic! While I do believe part of being sea sick is a little mind over matter (meaning you can talk yourself into feeling worse/getting sea sick), I have been once in pretty rough conditions and let me just tell you, it is one of the worst sick I have been. Mostly because I couldn't do anything about it and had to endure it for 8 hours. I was able to fall asleep (thanks for shutting down body) and only had to push through it while we were stopped on a fishing spot. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I am so glad I didn't have that problem and since then, no matter what the sea state, I make sure to take some Dramamine or some sort of motion sickness something to keep from ever feeling that bad.</div>
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We had such a great time that we are already planning another trip back,
hopefully in the next few weeks! If nothing else I am looking forward to the warmer weather, sunshine, and being outside!<br />
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But I have a plan!!! Here it is!! - we have this long narrow hallway in our house<br />
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and I have tried to come up with something to put in there. I have perused Pinterest and the Internet to no avail. About halfway through the <a href="http://ashleyisawife.blogspot.com/2014/02/being-female-bob-ross.html" target="_blank">first painting</a>, I realized that I wanted to hang it in the hallway and if I still enjoyed myself, I could do at least one a month and hang them in there! WOO! what a great idea and fun way to decorate!<br />
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At the end of the evening, you look around and you will find that EVERYONE's painting looks so different! we all had the same brushes and canvas, access to paint, same instructor and amount of time, and STILL everyone produces something that is not like another. I love it! I already can't wait for the next one!!! </div>
<a href="http://s1166.photobucket.com/user/lifeaftertheaisle/media/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q616/lifeaftertheaisle/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-49409037921258404332014-03-04T10:45:00.000-05:002014-03-04T10:45:14.172-05:00Mr. & Mrs. ~ March 1, 2014<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
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This past weekend we celebrated the marriage of my <a href="http://corinbakes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">super sweet friend</a>. I love this girl to pieces and
I seriously cried when I found out her now-husband proposed to her! I knew the
wedding would be beautiful and she would be gorgeous. </div>
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Like I said last week, The Husband doesn't love weddings. I don’t know why that is, especially for
reasons mentioned <a href="http://ashleyisawife.blogspot.com/2014/02/is-it-friday-yet.html" target="_blank">here</a>. But he’s a crazy
person ;) </div>
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We met up with some friends of mine and their spouses before the
wedding to have a drink. Oh and might I
mention, The Husband packed a cooler/bar in the truck! We all shared a drink
and then dashed to the ceremony. When we
pulled into the parking lot, shots were taken and we went to find seats. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The ENTIRE wedding and reception were outside. It was the most beautiful day for a wedding! <o:p></o:p></div>
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The ceremony was to the point, which is my favorite kinds of ceremony –
hence, ours was a total of 18 minutes I think.
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After the ceremony, we were all herded to the back of the house for
cocktail hour. I feel like they weren’t
ready to accommodate all 300 people who were in attendance so it was cramped
back there. I snapped some pictures for
the bride since her photographers were otherwise occupied with her, the groom,
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BTW - champagne with rock candy is fantastic! </div>
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I saw the bride before the reception and it made my heart so happy! oh and let me make note of her "mrs" necklace - so jeals of this thing! Note to self - tell Husband I love it! and I just realized you can't see it in this photo haha! ooops! </div>
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A group of us
made our way back to the parking lot – and by parking lot I mean open field –
for more drinks. I stopped at the
reception site to take pictures of everything before anyone arrived, again I
knew these would be the only detail shots of the reception and the only shots
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By the time I was finished the “Trunk Bar” was in full swing!</div>
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Everyone had enough to drink that entertaining ourselves and partying
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And a photo of The Husband breaking it down with my friend Fabia, who I am pretty sure thought it was me or Kristen shaking their booty all up on her! </div>
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I’m so glad so many of these ladies were able to be a part of this day for
our sweet friend. Oh and you better believe a
large order of greasy Waffle House hash browns were on the menu Sunday morning! <o:p></o:p></div>
<a href="http://s1166.photobucket.com/user/lifeaftertheaisle/media/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q616/lifeaftertheaisle/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-41551102873351733692014-02-27T14:04:00.002-05:002014-02-27T14:04:31.007-05:00Is It Friday Yet?!Seriously I needed a fast-forward by the time I stepped out the door this morning. Can it just be mid day Friday already?! One thing I have to look forward to for today is lunch with a girlfriend...too bad that isn't for another hour. I text her and asked if we could just have like a 7 hour lunch. She agreed.<br />
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How does this happen? I have days and days of happy and positive attitude and then today - not so much! Which brings me to my next thing. When you argue with your significant
other/spouse, do you still say “I love you”??
Sometimes The Husband and I get into it (usually about something incredibly
stupid) before one of us has to leave or get off the phone. When this is going on and nothing more needs
to or can be said, do you still kiss them and say you love them?<br />
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We do, and sometimes
that breaks the tension because our tone is still hurt/upset but we are saying
something meaningful. The reality is that just because we are fighting, arguing, disagreeing, or annoyed with one another
doesn’t mean we love each other less. We
don’t just love when it is easy, we said that in our vows.
Sometimes the I love you sounds so pitiful that we kind of laugh about
things and get over it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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How do you get over it?
Sometimes for me to fully let go of anything, the person I’m arguing
with and I HAVE to apologize to one another. It has to happen. I can’t feel comfortable about moving on
until apologies are made. If they aren’t,
it remains an open ticket in my mind. It doesn’t matter who apologizes first,
it matters that there is something that ends the awkwardness. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This married stuff isn’t for the faint of heart, you know.
It also isn’t easyl. Ideally you get married and live happily ever after but
it isn’t all happy. It can’t be. This isn’t some fairytale where love triumphs
over all. Marriage, relationships, it all takes more than that. I believe that Love isn’t the end all, be all, magic potion and sometimes, just SOMETIMES love isn't enough. Now, I love my husband with all my being and
I LIKE my husband. We are friends and companions in life, this relationship,
and his company. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Some days I want to just cuddle up with him and never leave
the house. Other days I want to pull my
hair out. We are such different people –
our minds function so opposite on so many things. That’s why I’m a self-proclaimed
communication freak. I will talk things
to death but I want to make sure we see eye to eye and are all on the same
page. Sometimes things get convoluted into a giant, confusing mess but hey, happens to
the best of us right?! <o:p></o:p></div>
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This weekend is full of friendly gatherings that we are
really looking forward to – one is<a href="http://corinbakes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> this girl’s</a> wedding and apparently The Husband
doesn’t love weddings – weird I know! But
we will be together and I have an amazing dress that will be arriving
tomorrow. So what does he have to
complain about? Celebrating a new marriage of really sweet people, free party, food, and drinks whilst I am in a hot dress and
heels? Nothing. That’s right. Men are
weird. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And to end my super randoms – I met my girlfriend
yesterday for lunch and she brought her adorable 9 month old daughter. I’m so glad her husband was promoted and they
were able to return to Florida! I missed her terribly while they were living in
NC!<o:p></o:p><br />
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Alright beauties, that's all I have for now - Just lunch dates and arguments over really dumb stuff.<br />
Oh! and tomorrow's Friday! YIPPEEE!!</div>
<a href="http://s1166.photobucket.com/user/lifeaftertheaisle/media/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q616/lifeaftertheaisle/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-71535079928703109032014-02-25T17:40:00.000-05:002014-02-25T17:40:04.919-05:00Dreaming of Being on the Lake AgainMy weeks and weekends blend together and we have been insanely busy...that is starting to sound like a broken record. No, seriously - we are non-stop all the time. These are exciting times though so I am definitely not complaining, even in my sleep depravity. <br />
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I did manage to get a nice hot sunburn - just in time to go to a wedding this weekend. BLEH! =/ These lines (thanks to my racer back tank) make it insanely difficult to find a dress that isn't intensely matronly but I do believe I found one that will be arriving by Friday. Here's hoping (fingers are crossed too)!<br />
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Where did I obtain these gorgeous lines you ask? On the lake. It was sunny and beautiful (albeit hot - but I will take hot over snow basically any day ever). It made me realize how much I miss going out on the lake or on the water at all. I told The Husband we need more of this.<br />
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Is it the weekend yet?!<br />
<a href="http://s1166.photobucket.com/user/lifeaftertheaisle/media/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q616/lifeaftertheaisle/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-80859101685484766822014-02-21T15:10:00.002-05:002014-02-21T15:24:02.059-05:00Former & Current Women of Alpha<div style="text-align: left;">
Last Wednesday I met a big group of women at a German restaurant North of home for a Paint Nite. This group of women has seen it all - and I mean that in a very good way. We have all supported each other during one time or another, both through good and bad. Some of us got out and moved on to new jobs <span style="font-size: x-small;">(read happier places) </span>but we have managed to stay in touch. </div>
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This night of painting was the first time all of us have been together again since the end of April. Let me just tell you that planning something during which you are supposed to listen and pay attention was probably not our best decision/option. ESPECIALLY since it had been so long since seeing one another. We were that really loud group who all kind of squealed any time someone from the group showed up. It was amazing but probably really irritating (based on the snarky looks we were getting from the 'pro painters' and by 'pro' i don't mean the artists leading the shindig) Gimme a break - if you are taking this that seriously, go home and paint alone!<br />
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If absolutely nothing else, we had a fantastic time. I will say this. if you want to do a girl's night with women who you haven't seen in a couple months, this is not the activity for you. Doing it with a couple close girlfriends, your mom, sister, etc - great idea!<br />
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This is not the kind of group you want to be with if you are sensitive, BTW. A lot of the ladies made fun of one another (in friendly fashion mind you) and a LOT of people in the session had problems with our rowdiness. This is not Ladies Tea Time here people! It's Paint Nite!<br />
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Of the two paintings I have done, I definitely preferred the Eiffel Tower scape and I am really looking forward to the painting my mom, sister, and I have planned for the end of March. I may need (really, I need???!!) to do another before the end of March!! Hmmm....I have the second week in March available....</div>
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But seriously - if you can have a group of women like this in your life...well, you will find yourself to be incredibly blessed...<br />
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and exhausted because let's be honest - it takes a lot of energy to keep up with this many rambunctious personalities!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Two weeks ago I was part of a true gender reveal. My super sweet and beautiful friend, Liz, and
her hubby are expecting their second bundle of joy. For those who follow me on IG, you have seen
that Liz and I do Friday lunches and her adorable little one always sleeps
through lunch! Seriously I just adore this little family and I am so excited
for their new addition!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This was the first gender reveal I had attended where no one attending
knew. It was SO cute! Liz called me in a panic about 15 minutes before
the party started saying that the decorations weren’t happening and she wasn’t
ready. Luckily I was already 5 minutes
from her house. When I arrived Andy was
making dinner and she was getting ready.
I volunteered to take the decorations she had already purchased and make
it happen. </span></div>
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<img height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SmXGj78UkJo/UwXtHfzL4OI/AAAAAAAAAMM/b9ovMjXH-0k/w457-h685-no/IMG_0785.JPG" width="426" /> <img height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FuyGpIiIigE/UwXtKDuFrKI/AAAAAAAAABI/f7CtbF28Dcw/w1028-h685-no/IMG_0788.JPG" width="640" /> <img height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-osBuvUAl9y0/UwXtMOJcfMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/e4e4yY4teks/w1028-h685-no/IMG_0790.JPG" width="640" /> <img height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-9xMsApwRhVg/UwXtNqSv3II/AAAAAAAAAMs/pbYIblmIj6k/w1028-h685-no/IMG_0791.JPG" width="640" /> <img height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q9bCO3qJDyQ/UwXtO1317sI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-xGprCEabSM/w1028-h685-no/IMG_0792.JPG" width="640" /> <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PvcFrhqMkcU/UwXtQBlRHvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BpR2Hcpj6D0/w457-h685-no/IMG_0793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PvcFrhqMkcU/UwXtQBlRHvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BpR2Hcpj6D0/w457-h685-no/IMG_0793.JPG" width="425" /></a> </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you thought the couple was having a boy, you wore blue, and if you
thought they were having a girl, you wore pink. Clearly more people expected her to be carrying a boy than a girl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I thought she was having a girl – honestly until I got to her house that
night. So I was dressed for girl but
changed my mind (not my clothes) when I got to her house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Now the moment of truth – Andy’s parent's live in Peru so they set up Skype
to see the reveal. It was really
awesome that his mom was able to experience this even from such a distance. I volunteered to take photos and there are a couple videos out there floating around that are
AMAZING! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<img height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PebXs6qo2q0/UwXuKaMR5tI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7bJMHoYMuJM/w1028-h685-no/IMG_0843.JPG" width="640" /> <img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rIeTo5mvtjE/UwXuaAbIowI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Hw47_mUKXAU/w457-h685-no/IMG_0857.JPG" /> <img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ilmKvQtbVIw/UwXucwl7EBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/58JdlUB3vJw/w457-h685-no/IMG_0859.JPG" /> <img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Zy0HSJd8vYM/UwXufx7lHII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k_2-Hd3LTtM/w457-h685-no/IMG_0861.JPG" /> <img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nU6WESPlASQ/UwXuhJzDk0I/AAAAAAAAARE/uR-L5L3rRyw/w457-h685-no/IMG_0862.JPG" /> <img height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bfB3Ydkus7o/UwXuoM_t4SI/AAAAAAAAARc/T6GkYuPIXV4/w1028-h685-no/IMG_0867.JPG" width="640" /> </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm so happy for them and can't wait to meet their sweet baby boy in just a few more months!</span></div>
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<img height="426" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-INA9GpOIZhA/UwXtxsaFArI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZWXo6gM-hsU/w1028-h685-no/IMG_0823.JPG" width="640" /> <img height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UNFCGBChgXI/UwXuvPcjcbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5BtQOsUuI4U/w1028-h685-no/IMG_0873.JPG" width="640" /></div>
<a href="http://s1166.photobucket.com/user/lifeaftertheaisle/media/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q616/lifeaftertheaisle/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-84784102408284368932014-02-19T11:15:00.001-05:002014-02-19T11:15:09.087-05:00Successful {Part II} The other piece to my/our successful weekend was FINALLY completing a half marathon and feeling good the entire run. I know that sounds ridiculous but the first two I ever ran I was exhausted the whole race AND fighting injury. <br />
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My first race ended up being partially enjoyable because I ran with a friend. My second race was awful - horrible, terrible, no good at. ALL. I know my dad tried SO hard to make it better and keep me motivated but to no avail. I honestly believe it was the nature of my potential injury (knee) and I thought it was going to be bad so I was freaking out, tired, hungry, scared, upset...gosh all of the 'bad' emotions.<br />
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I am happy to report that Sunday's Half in Daytona was AMAZING! <br />
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The Husband and I
met my parents in Daytona on Saturday night so that we wouldn't have to get up
at some annoyingly early time to make the long drive out there. We had a high protein, high carb dinner and
went to bed relatively early. I slept with
earplugs in to try and keep from waking up a million times. I wake up a lot when I sleep in hotels – new noises
and what not. I slept surprisingly
well. I woke up feeling
rejuvenated. The Husband on the other
hand fought with the too firm and too fluffy pillows. He was not thrilled about being up at 4:30. Breakfast consisted of eggs and a protein
drink. I was ready.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew the weather
was going to be chilly (for the area) so I was stressed about what to wear
running. Saturday morning The Husband
and I bought me a new running shirt that was long sleeved but wasn't made for
either warm or cool weather; I only wanted the dry-fit material. We found something that I felt confident
would meet my needs. I had been hoping
for a brighter and more fun color but when last minute shopping, I was just
happy to find something that was lightweight and long sleeved.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This race set up was
pretty amazing. You drive down through
the Daytona International Speedway tunnel and across the track to park on the
grass in the center of the course. The
starting line was on pit row of the speedway. It was so cool! <o:p></o:p></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bring it on Daytona! </td></tr>
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I’ll save you the
details on how each mile progressed. We
ran the speedway and then made the trek out to International Speedway
Blvd. The course takes you up and over
the most treacherous bridge I could have dreamt of running across in the area!!
It was very steep and took a lot of steps and energy out of us. You run out to the beach and a quarter mile
on the beach. I was concerned about the
sand situation but it was packed very well.
The view was gorgeous – tide was high so you ran right there at the
water’s edge. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The course took us
back to International Speedway Blvd and up over the bridge again, through a
side neighborhood and the finish was AT the finish line for the speedway. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It was hard – there
was a lot of elevation change and not a bunch of recovery time in between the
major changes (like the bridge). My dad
and I discussed running it again next year so that we can gauge our progress. Whether or not you are getting better is
hard to determine when constantly running different courses/races.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The best part about
this race was I was able to finish with a smile. Literally I was smiling as I crossed the
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Almost to the finish and this is when I pass as many people as possible</td></tr>
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I didn't PR but I was close to my time from the half last year. I felt great! One thing though, I think when
they hand out water at the finish line, they should also give you a
banana. By the time I finish 13.1 miles
I am OUT of energy and the crash off the adrenaline happens very quickly for me. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So Proud of us! And I LOVE the medals!</td></tr>
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After the race, we
changed and headed to breakfast where I enjoyed a cranberry mimosa. Um pretty
much one of the most delicious things ever. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I slept most of the
way home – thank goodness The Husband drove.
The rest of our Sunday was extremely low key which didn't hurt my
feelings at all!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Last night after
work I ran a little over 4 miles. It is
the soonest I have run after a half marathon.
I felt so exhilarated! I hope to remain injury free because there are a
slew of races I want to participate in this year =) Oh and here is a picture from my run last
night….<o:p></o:p></div>
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AND btw – for those
who may be a little lost and confused this week also, it is Wednesday, not
Tuesday. <o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re welcome! <o:p></o:p></div>
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That is definitely the word I would use to describe this past weekend.
I would love to have used a term like ‘relaxing’ or ‘rejuvenating’ but alas, it
was neither - we did have a wonderful few days together. <o:p></o:p><br />
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To start, The Husband really went overboard for Valentine’s Day. We normally don’t go all out – we will do
something small and go to dinner (which is how we spent last year) or spend more on the gift and have dinner at
home (<a href="http://ashleyisawife.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-little-surprises.html" target="_blank">2011</a>). This year we discussed not
doing gifts and then probably not going to dinner because The Husband has been
so busy with his company. Wednesday (Feb 12!) he
informs me that he has bought me something.
Thursday he tells me that we have dinner reservations for
Friday. The news of the gift left me
scrambling to figure something out for him before Friday morning. I wanted to do a bunch of fishing stuff but
it stressed me out so much that I went a different route.<br />
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To recap – The Husband is an AVID fisherman and is incredibly picky
about the equipment he uses. I honestly
can’t keep up with it all because by the time I figure out what he likes to use,
he discovers a product he likes even better.
It is overwhelming! AND have you ever BEEN to the fishing section of a
sports store?! Bass Pro is like a million times worse! I start to wonder what could possibly be the
difference but then I remind myself how picky I am about mascara and hair
products. Same but different. =) <o:p></o:p><br />
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Friday morning we exchanged gifts – I made up a ‘Man Basket’ for him
and he loved it =) He is honestly kind of hard to buy for which is frustrating
because I am generally a pretty good gift giver! I pay attention to what people
say they like/want/need all year so for occasions where gifts are given, it is
usually pretty easy for me to pick something out. The Husband, on the other hand, doesn't say
specifics OR he wants a new scope/ammo/fishing rod…things that I can’t pick out
for him. I know he ALWAYS needs new
shirts because he is the type of guy who does some quick repair on a truck or
tractor thinking he won’t get anything on the shirt and BOOM! Oil leaks on him
or snags it or SOMETHING happens and now he has a new fishing shirt. Anyhow this was his happy little gift! <o:p></o:p><br />
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<img height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieosMkCYMxYlwxFaR9GdPfCJokjQ8unWTOCg-au1sERvDg5TbuR9XN0oFFMA39JpdYR9MG7e75PQaeGVMoSY6i3gGYY2lcIZ-ZC2rx6aepDdnzfXg6s7mRw5-5gC9p8sXQIQ0R7TY2dQ/w483-h644-no/image.jpeg" width="480" /></div>
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He totally blew me away with the gift he decided to pick up for me. I
really didn't see this coming. I had
showed him an initial necklace (J&A) a couple months ago that I really liked. It was simple and cheap and I figured if he
didn't get it for me eventually then the next time it went on sale I would
order it. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Well he remembered that and expanded on it. He believes that if I like a piece of jewelry
a lot then I should figure out a way to get the same thing or idea in a nicer
form/piece. Don’t get me wrong, it is an
awesome idea, but I like my fun, loud, costume jewelry. Anyhow, I did not see this coming:<o:p></o:p><br />
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<img height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCVIr4GyMcA32v3kefRr68_nbQZIBI6dJrxjRW5gzQ1bvA9Zj_2Tq4_O-FgF4gfTG2lcmz7fZALaK8IbUtzwVynjfMvOpyVCUblL8BziLirgMmGFnfaiViC8_tevuSnAApMxZ_d2XFw/w483-h644-no/image+%25281%2529.jpeg" width="480" /></div>
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That’s right, a little blue box.
I was absolutely floored! I was shaking a little tiny bit. I have never received anything from Tiffany
& Co. That Husband of mine. He is
pretty amazing. The gift was even more awesome because he had our initials
engraved on the charm. I love it!<br />
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<img height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRaOAbdzB6d_xU7aiI0W42k8uOjO9ki09TqQjHEUYA-p5-W5ZaeP-WS5FugGzATZ4UfW4nJEufu5d7PgtqTRzfOYtUJrHwJOSxa7S38MFz_4w20n_RnLBPFszfjjMbiF9FwIiDx1Rvg/w643-h644-no/photo.JPG" width="399" /></div>
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We had dinner reservations for 9:00 pm....NINE people! That's pretty late but hey, that's what happens when you have to make 'last minute' (although Sunday isn't completely last minute in my mind) reservations. We sat at the bar for about 30 minutes with a TON of other people. I guess everyone in the first slot of reservations was a good twenty minutes late making every other reservation late AND the normal walk-in wait time was over an hour and a half! We didn't mind waiting for our table to be ready since thankfully we had an actual reservation; we had a drink and just talked with one another and the random people at the bar and bartenders.<br />
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Dinner ended up becoming an event: drinks, appetizers, bread, soup…I
couldn't decide what I wanted (typical). Dessert was not in the cards even though we
both wanted to order it. The chophouse
we went to is mostly a la carte. I LOVE
that because you can actually pick and choose exactly what you want to
eat. I ended up opting for add-on crab
stuffed shrimp and lobster bisque! YUM! After all the extras we had before the
actual meal, there was no way I would be able to consume a full plate of food.
We had a wonderful night out just the two of us. It was about midnight before
we got in. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I love making our dates an event; something that just takes time where
we are out and can’t really do anything but talk to one another and just
reconnect. But then again, I love dating
The Husband so any chance I have to cook or go on a date with him, I take it
on. </div>
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<i>How was your Valentine's Day?</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the past three years, Christy’s mom has been participating in the
Annual Chili Cookoff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each year the weather
has been questionable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The past two
years it was pretty windy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This year it
was cold and rainy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>VERY cold and
annoyingly rainy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This year as a special treat, Christy decided to make shirts for the ‘staff’/volunteers…aka
those who have faithfully shown their support and helped give chili away!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went to a baby shower a couple weeks ago
where the mom-to-be cut out some sayings with her cricut in iron-on vinyl and
had all her guests put together a onsie with one of the sayings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told Christy about it and she decided she
wanted to make some shirts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She bought
the materials and I brought over a few of my cartridges.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This process definitely had some trial and
error.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We figured it out but not before
destroying TWO sheets of the iron-on vinyl – mostly due to not
reversing/mirroring the image…that is a VERY important step. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway, after NEARLY giving up because it had been a long day at work
and crafting was just not going as planned, we FINALLY got it! Her mom loved
them! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><img class="HAa Eha" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfCKuuuwrD74zHPT6hjCUVc8VzwldMILYTHLYXHbRXMJxMYvU3Sm8NXw7wl9zpYjQ40JcL4EDPC5SHDIhXA9PZ3WyAe02HpShkOYQ8qV4eVbNgkKlf4IjWxy9cpybczkz5ifjUvkZUQ/w885-h664-no/image.jpg" width="640" /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We spent the day cooking chili, handing out little cups of chili, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and yelling at the people walking by about
chili…this was a chili cook off mind you! We always have such a great time out
there no matter the weather.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img class="HAa Eha" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzE5t5ef5g8EI91cNy-ZyC6vnKUHt1erUIBJ_CGgyYqahyphenhyphenJ6lb_t03Nzs23-YtBztYKAIVeVmMPSTtgiQRfyHh0PxX47NPPmE6nFpBJCnoDFX9Q0aNqm-eIfYwbRIfQ8VnjHIT6MhXA/w459-h664-no/" width="442" /> <img class="HAa Eha" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz37ErPOtJ7EfwFDDHRebysJBq5POZDWEBL2rTYIO3CvtHjciNMM3cfljJmJaoG760T_7POIkfAVdcD8Ua67EyH6XgfhJ8vduIH9opDoG8bfZhR3viS4gtBllrF__bSpR_DgY1lYeSJQ/w885-h664-no/image.jpg" width="640" /> <img class="HAa Eha" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DPdTGORo26Bs3Plfj1X192r_ecufsxT2vFqgHlwwwT11WxodPWrlGavZKTkjTm8zw8S-mRp2jyrnAV_gm_Gbo5h2zjpcI1MyjOaspuFm6VTWzZYq9P5NtlhrykP3AplA5pmBcCje-Q/w498-h664-no/image.jpg" width="480" /> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She didn’t win this year but we didn’t run out for the first time since
she started competing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are convinced
it was because weather kept people away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anita - our Chef - with a local news anchor.</span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img class="HAa Eha" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV0Iw9qx0U1rI5eA1oAIJo25InM-z3RdlQskkB8018IjTZxxr0hYya0E_YblI23derp25aY-FDhPzdrigJc0d0ciQdChMp0TXru-xKbNGnEcokxsBixMMjLcLNzU8zoUQwKJhdYEmAag/w874-h664-no/image.jpg" width="640" /> </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anita with Johnny Magic of 106.7</span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img class="HAa Eha" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIH9nnOrwW2AI4pjpez7DhEaUwiNwa80sbjjUtZXfopH5MQ-PArgmOIcEPq4R2UsOvlNbOCg-Ki5tLtAT4ZGvJYKTlS8pCf4MRBjLWvgdb8mCL_ffSKfVeWRSwpu3cQzJEkX7asDu7rQ/w951-h664-no/image.jpg" width="640" /></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img class="HAa Eha" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgellyD73a9GKa2Y7wtZDAMtmKZUXJYr70sWBGuEgAcS0eg-ENCvAcnj4Vk6AEQoCb9FsX4ugYDujYobQWCIlb1PB_wz-2bMzOqvzV7n9Sj2G7Lzfrw82hGBzLUqquctrXnHvtKGIqX5A/w498-h664-no/image.jpg" width="480" /> <img class="HAa Eha" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTNv0zQgu51r49RhQ3FzuztyghzFblkh4cXfj_kmYJRJUgMHOR3nlrvCtBn942eB_xkn6cRFzpNMI8Qn_I_8KSV3zF4ERXuGTjD4Lk59Y6Yll7_ZB34EJUy2fhWovDVWgavfOH15m0hg/w885-h664-no/image.jpg" width="640" /> <img class="HAa Eha" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWq8dGgFDOFXb2gwzjpZXLWl4BXKcxPdQaCymqLGFpqb9nk9IVoVrWRW5qT_L0RJF0gB7z5TWtWDefe5TEAmihomiqGB9jcw7BpwJ6mitYNrvdghEWyrviFs2Oj8Sgg6Klo_IXpHGp6g/w885-h664-no/image.jpg" width="640" /> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh and this is the kind of event that draws vendors who hand out all
sorts of goodies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I left The Husband to
wander on his own with Marc…not such a great idea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is the pile of ‘loot’ he collected that
day!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img class="HAa Eha" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5sPrduF2bK4UQtjZM-fEtKzzktY2c9pQ1pjA-5vrpnUL9107dyOIxVRd2DDl3NSdHzd35gsSgL3zNnehh5pnnC22ZzALmQ-BJUVeHIeIulme4lWGJl_6ZDnA_fcvSt7Pm9xJEVUm_w/w885-h664-no/image.jpg" width="640" /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don’t know why anyone would need 50 koozies for one household! We are
NOT a fraternity here! Oh and as a side note, the 50 koozies mentioned doesn't even count our already ridiculous collection! </span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-64440758598383357912014-02-12T12:02:00.000-05:002014-02-12T12:02:11.873-05:00Being the Female Bob Ross
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Good morning Lovies!!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are
ALREADY half way through the week!! WEEEEEEE!!!!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As an update, last night my parents, The Husband, and I all went to
visit our friend who I talked about on <a href="http://ashleyisawife.blogspot.com/2014/02/some-days-are-darker-than-others.html" target="_blank">Monday</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He is doing surprisingly well and it sounds like he has had incredible
support during this tough time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
glad to see him smiling and up and about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>=) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tonight I get a girl’s night! YAY! I’m so excited about it!! I get to
see some ladies who I haven’t been able to catch up with in several weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all used to work together but at least
half of us were able to escape.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So
dramatic sounding, I know! But seriously that place just sucks the life outta
ya.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are going to Paint Night! Yippee!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I found out last month that I love painting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not especially wonderful at it yet as far
as styling my own design BUT I think I follow instruction exceptionally well!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My mom, sister, and I bought a Wine & Canvas Groupon WAY back in
July that would expire February 19, 2014. That seemed like FOREVER away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To be honest, I think we all forgot about it until
November.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We didn’t like the options in
December’s calendar so we decided to wait to see what the January calendar had
scheduled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had seen a painting that I
really wanted to attempt and there it was, scheduled for January 16, the Eiffel
Tower at Night! YES! I can’t believe I convinced my mom and sister to sign up
for that one but they did! I LOVED the painting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I’m not going to lie though; I felt intimidated by it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have only ever done abstract type paintings
…like ONCE! Oh there was this that I did several years ago…it still hangs in our
bathroom and I love it! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The class was at a Mexican restaurant that served THE BEST handmade
margaritas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So delicious – I may or may
not have had two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a long day at
work and I don’t remember why but I felt tired and a little stressed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I think the three of us did a great job on the painting and I am really
looking forward to hanging it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <img class="HAa Eha" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnp5DnUqf-KXB-DAeWhONj5hqbGE3EzUb0i4xlhraNJGYFCVgzb5_ItJNJt_u42ocgd2IZqCW_LfPkfN6vGhUtXPRLUzRQKaIKO_1rVcp17WG4Coq45xkSwLCnAaMt0fko9YbOR4BPA/w718-h337-no/image%255B1%255D.jpeg" /><img class="HAa Eha" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0xkRxx7djoHtgAgsfAY2zH-VXVLlvA2CkTctLwHL9wvrQ7IfcWH5vPEQveCchXcCqk39R783etKaegWRdV7jiBZIP_7Ezpsw8K0LsUYTR_DgBFCX1sq4S7SFQBlsQpjy-y3zEtzJgg/w512-h384-no/image%255B2%255D.jpeg" /> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><img class="HAa Eha" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOJ8U5WuHci4PcLZ-3Xec2vBI2ybp9AohLAwtppQ42_smbJriPe2XJEFxOGA6vP9DeZEb-Q_iFZXcocyPB34-KH0enu4_LQ2uf1ZMvg1irETe3J08RBVtuAvv2fujAhUU_RJju5UKsA/w453-h384-no/image.jpeg" /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>I have
made it my goal this year to complete at least one painting a month for the rest
of the year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I haven’t gone through all
the options for the various companies but I am POSITIVE I can find another 9
paintings to complete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just hope I can
find girls who want to come play!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I can’t wait to share what we do tonight and I’m definitely looking
forward to catching up with my girls!! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It is Tuesday y’all!! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
coming weekend I will be running my third half marathon! THIRD people! I
honestly can’t believe I’m willing running this far and PAYING to run this
far.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I ran cross country for one year in
high school but I don’t remember ever running further than like 8 miles MAX! <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This will be the first half I am participating in where I feel
uninjured and really good about the run so close to race day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I injured my quad like 10 – 14 days before my very first half in 2010.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I trained for that one with a couple girls
and I was pretty pleased with the fact that I ran the whole thing…really slow
at some points.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t get enough
sleep or food the night before and it was HOT! I crossed the line at a run and
was pleased to have completed it in 2:30.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I had high hopes of finishing under 2… I have learned that I may never
be sub 2 hours! And I am surprisingly ok with that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Last year (2012) I ran my second half marathon and PR-ed the race. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Even though I ran a lot better, I was in a good amount of pain. About 10 days before race day my knee really started to
hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I changed my eating habits about a
week before, and I just didn’t feel great on race day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had trained for MONTHS with my dad who was
incredibly ready to race.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He probably
should have gone without me but honestly had he done that I might have cried
and walked. I know I’m pitiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m so incredibly
competitive so dealing with an injury AGAIN during my second half marathon was
devastating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This particular injury felt
like it wasn’t going to be good. I was stressed and I was scared to go to the
doctor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m a worst case scenario kind
of girl – which tends to drive The Husband crazy! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I finally convinced myself to go to the doctor to have her check me
out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Turns out I needed to start buying
real running shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By that I mean I was
the kind of girl who would check out the latest sale at Kohl’s and get the
lightest shoes that were the prettiest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Well now I need to go to a running store, get fit for specific shoes
based on my gait and probably get inserts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I did that at the beginning of February 2013 and since then I haven’t
had ANY issues.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>NONE! I can’t believe
what a difference the right shoes make.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My dad and I started training again in September 2013 for our next half
marathon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was stressing because I had
such a bad race the year before that I didn’t want to run the SAME race
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I told him and training kind
of fell apart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would still run
together occasionally but not like we were the year prior when we had a goal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There is race we found in Daytona where you run the Daytona Raceway as
part of the course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>VERY COOL! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So 42 days ago we started training for our second half marathon
together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think my dad has run a
couple half races in the past – I know of at least one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then
last year we ran one together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is
excellent Father/Daughter time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here we are 6 days before the race and I feel great! Last night was our
last long run before the race – only 8 miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A few weeks back we went a solid 10 and felt fantastic, I knew I would
have been able to push out another 3 miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I am very excited because this is the best I have felt in the days
leading up to the race!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m so amped I
want to go running again tonight but I know that is a baaaaaddddd idea!
Thankfully I have all sorts of crazy things to do this week and don’t have time
for any kind of distance run until Sunday!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<a href="http://s1166.photobucket.com/user/lifeaftertheaisle/media/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q616/lifeaftertheaisle/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-63169357806609063892014-02-10T12:32:00.001-05:002014-02-10T12:32:50.651-05:00Some Days Are Darker Than Others<span style="font-family: inherit;">I can’t believe how many days have passed since my last
post.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life has been crazy busy and
exciting; business is fantastic and I’m so proud of The Husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sat down this morning to start posting
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought about it last night as
I drifted off into Never, Neverland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>What would I post?! Life has been IN.SANE!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Non-stop and so much fun! We have tackled a
couple projects that I want to share; gone to parties; and just had an all-around
great time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But then I think about the posts/e-cards/memes that talk
about being real.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being true and showing
both sides of the coin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let’s be honest,
we all know things aren’t glitter and rainbows 100% of the time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get me wrong, things with The Husband
couldn’t be better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday was the
first day since before Thanksgiving that we spent time alone with one
another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We put down our phones/social
media for the most part and eliminated as many distractions as we could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I’m always so torn when less than perfect things happen – I don’t
want to the Debbie-downer blog on a Monday but this is kind of my safe haven,
where I can get my thoughts out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You see, The Husband has a friend who he has known since
little league t-ball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This friend has
such a big heart and would do anything for anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last week, he did just that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His mentor needed a kidney and this friend
happened to be a match. He went through all the testing, the paperwork, psych
evals, all of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was donating his
kidney to this woman, his mentor, who needed more time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He made it through the surgery flawlessly; we couldn’t believe his
selfless act to give this woman more for her family, friends, and
community.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I woke up this morning and
read a post from our friend - his mentor passed away last night. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I didn’t know her but I am devastated for our friend. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sit here heartbroken wondering how to
comfort him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know what to say or
how to reach out to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I ended up
texting him this morning; I know he received 80+ comments on his FB post
letting everyone know what has happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I wanted to know I had physically reached him on some level, any level. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I scrolled through my blogger dashboard this morning
wondering whether to post this, on a Monday no less.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw <a href="http://januarybaby21.blogspot.com/2014/02/death.html">January Baby</a> posted about life being
too short and the very next post was <a href="http://somedaycrafts.blogspot.com/2014/02/how-to-make-strawberry-roses.html">How to Make Strawberry Roses</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a tough decision - the sugar coated, sparkly, upbeat posts are way easier to digest. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My friend’s news has been weighing on my
heart since I found out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am thankful
for lots of work to keep me focused and a long run with my dad this afternoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I keep checking my social media feed to see if maybe I misunderstood, maybe we were all wrong about who and what was lost last night.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">‘the Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it (John
1:5)’<br />‘Recovery begins from the darkest moment’<br />‘I find hope in the darkest of days and focus in the brightest’ – Dalai Lama<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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These things keep running through my mind as I work, as I
drove to work, as I sit here praying for my friend and the families mourning
their loss today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pray for our friend to
find the Light and find healing and peace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't mean to be a downer here kids - I'm just heartbroken for my friend. I wish there was more that we could do or say to help his healing process but I know it is up to him and all we can do is sit in the wings waiting for him to call us to the stage. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-89272660785930414492014-01-08T16:05:00.003-05:002014-01-08T16:08:52.250-05:0080's Themed Birthday ShenanigansWe're going back a few weeks - about four...yes FOUR weeks. We have just been a whirlwind of activity in our house. The big event after Thanksgiving was our friend Christy's surprise birthday party. This was a TOUGH surprise to plan. AND it was even harder keeping her hot OFF the trail! <br />
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I even created a FAKE Christmas party invitation. You see the only way to get her to our house and keep her from thinking it had anything to do with her birthday, we told her we were having a Christmas party. What she didn't know is that we (her mom, our friends (Christina & Meghan), and I) planned an 80's themed surprise party. <br />
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We all panicked a little that maybe she was putting the pieces together, so I asked her to bring brownies... the idea being that no gets asked to bring something to their own party right? RIGHT! <br />
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when she walked in the house, we all yelled 'SURPRISE' and sang happy birthday. She was VERY surprised thank goodness! We had an outfit waiting for her to change in to once she arrived and got over the initial shock. I could have easily posted all 200 photos that were taken but to save you from being bored, I selected only a handful of fun! <br />
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There were parents and friends, family, some people who were expected, some people who weren't. It was so much fun and the birthday girl was definitely surprised! Meghan took a video of Christy coming in and being surprised. She posted it to Instagram but her page is private and I can't figure out a way to download it to share here. I will spend the rest of the day trying to figure it out - if someone knows how please help! Otherwise I hope you enjoyed the crazy bright party pictures =) </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-50966441600715689632013-11-14T10:37:00.000-05:002013-11-14T10:37:25.998-05:00The Craft Room Reveal<div style="text-align: center;">
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AHHHH!!!! Can you believe it?! <span style="font-family: inherit;">We FINALLY
finished the craft room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has only
been a year and a half coming but hey, sometimes you have to just take your
time and wait.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I waited VERY
patiently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I rearranged the room so many
times to make it functional and love it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I finally decided in September to paint the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went with a really bold coral that I wasn’t
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Husband did so much work for me in this room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything in the closet area is custom, as
well as the shelving in the main room and the desk area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided to create various stations for
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actually know what I have and it is ORGANIZED!!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Over the past two years I have gotten so much use out of the room for
crafting but now it will be so much easier! I am so glad The Husband can help
see and create my visions!</span> <img alt=" photo IMG_0219_zps0e78ec83-blog_zps68ba55b4.jpg" data-link="src{:fullsizeUrl} width{:rsWidth} height{:rsHeight}" height="599" id="fullsizeMedia" src="http://i1117.photobucket.com/albums/k595/weddingwednesday/IMG_0219_zps0e78ec83-blog_zps68ba55b4.jpg" style="height: 449.99px; width: 676px;" width="900" /> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-57113166821912847632013-11-11T14:30:00.002-05:002013-11-11T14:30:36.761-05:00Wet PaintBack on my Halloween-happy-two-years-at-our-house post, I mentioned that we had our house repainted. We knew we wanted to get it painted but were very aware of the cost. We went shopping and compared prices. It turns out, a guy living in our neighborhood has his own painting company and was doing work in the neighborhood. We checked out those houses and decided to go with him. His work was really good and his price was even better! <br />
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Approximately 29 weeks ago, or April 15, thereabouts, we agreed to have this guy paint our house. We compared colors to the house down the street because we LOVED the color. We even met the neighbor because of it haha! We had paint cards and went with the closest we found in the cards. It was hard for The Husband and I to compromise on a color. I wanted gray or brown, he didn't want either. That's when we decided to get in the truck and drive around looking for colors we liked. That's how we ended up on the doorstep of the people 5 houses down. <br />
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The following week, April 22 (I know this based on an IG post from then!) we had them start painting. It took about 5 days; they painted the entire house, garage door, trim, porch (front and back), and front door. We went with a black front door. <br />
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The very first picture The Husband sent me made me nervous about the color. We went with a green color and honestly I HATED it the first day. But I knew it was probably because the trim hadn't been done and the front door was still red. This was the first picture sent to me by The Husband and the first one I posted on IG:<br />
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I actually had a very bad feeling in my tummy when I received this picture. I just KNEW I was going to hate it. I didn't know what to do so I just didn't tell The Husband. The front of the house was the first thing they painted. The next day, he sent a picture from the side of the house. I was still feeling pretty upset so when I got home I talked with The Husband more. I told him how I was feeling and that I wasn't sure about the color. He assured me the negative feeling towards the color was because it looked pretty sloppy still and I needed to wait to see the whole picture. <u>HE</u> was positive that he loved the new color. </div>
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Thankfully the following day all the trim on the front of the house was completed. I was so relieved I seriously could have cried!! I loved it! I was so pleased with the color. PLUS any stucco/paint cracks were filled prior to painting so we wouldn't have to worry about leaks or any water getting into the house that wasn't invited! </div>
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I really love the color The Husband and I picked together!! I love how much we have turned this house into our home. It is that much better since we are making all these changes and decisions together, as a team! Many women would disagree, but I love that The Husband has had an opinion and input in every decision and detail in our lives - and seriously, his opinions are anything from color of the house to wedding colors to centerpieces to sheets and comforters. I love that it is an "us" decision! Plus it takes the pressure off of me to pick something out. I am pretty indecisive when it comes to stuff like this! <br />
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<em>What upgrades are you hoping to complete at your home?</em><br />
<em>Do you make most of the decorating decisions?</em><br />
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<a href="http://s1166.photobucket.com/user/lifeaftertheaisle/media/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q616/lifeaftertheaisle/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-65434178291777031842013-11-01T09:00:00.000-04:002013-11-01T16:12:00.930-04:00Be Our GuestOne of my all time favorite Disney movies is <em>Beauty and the Beast</em>. <br />
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Yes I know there have been articles written about various issues that Disney didn't address in the movie. Here's a big answer to all the questions regarding time frame/age/etc...MAGIC. That is the beauty of Disney!<br />
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Disney has an AMAZING restaurant called Be Our Guest. Words can not describe how badly I want to go to dinner here. Unfortunately I have to actually GO to the Magic Kingdom. Most of you are probably in utter shock that I don't necessarily have a desire to go to this place. My last experience with said Kingdom wasn't exactly magical soooo I may or may not have PTDD - Post-Traumatic Disney Disorder. I may get over it one day - But I have to make new memories there to move on. ANYWHO!!! This restaurant may be the key to getting back<br />
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Anyone who loves this movie knows that they rooms look like they are RIGHT out of the movie, down to the minor details. I love it!!! I told The Husband this is what we need to do for our anniversary this year since you have to pay for park passes and then dinner. Or my birthday...those are his options =)<br />
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My how time does fly! I can't believe that TWO YEARS have gone by since we closed on our house. We have made so many changes to include repainting the outside and finally finally FINALLY finishing the craft room. We have redone the spare bathroom twice. Hosted Thanksgiving for the first time. We have hosted several parties, learned to build furniture and turned the house into our home. I can't wait to see what the next years and years and years hold for us!<br />
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<a href="http://s1166.photobucket.com/user/lifeaftertheaisle/media/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg.html" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" border="0" src="http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q616/lifeaftertheaisle/signature_zps9b0b42f9.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-17866919698004262492013-10-10T17:33:00.001-04:002013-10-10T17:33:30.830-04:00Seasons of Love: 3,153,600 Minutes of It6 years. 6 years old seems so young. Then another 6 years go by and you're 12 - WAY older, cooler, more mature. Then you're 18 and couldn't believe you were leaving home. Here I am 10 years out of high school, college graduate of 6 years (ugh that made me feel old). 6 years as a time reference takes on different meanings during various stages of life. When I was 18 and college was only a 4 year degree, I couldn't imagine how long it would take to FINALLY be on my own, FINALLY be an adult, FINALLY start my life. Then you blink and you are 6 years out of college. <br />
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I obviously had a life prior to The Husband. I had 22 years of life before him. Honestly, and some of you may think I'm crazy, I can't remember what it felt like to not know him. He is such a huge part of my life and existence. He is my best friend. We have done 6 years of stuff together. A lot of the past 3 years (since the wedding) has been detailed on this blog. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806510147628112303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4412335395838943786.post-74096929172120756722013-10-09T17:14:00.002-04:002013-10-09T17:16:28.502-04:00Happenings in Our HouseholdHoly really long time since posting!!! the past 6 weeks have been just crazy. No for real - so much has changed since the end of August. Literally 3 days after my last post, the attorney's office let me go. Out of left field - seriously I was absolutely blind-sided. They said it was because they were so slow and because they wanted someone with more experience. Let me clarify - I had ZERO experience in civil litigation/law when they hired me and they knew that up front. So why, you ask, did they keep my for FOUR MONTHS?! The answer, good people, is still unknown to me and that same question still crosses my mind from time to time.<br />
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So I was unemployed for almost 3 weeks. I now work for a global financial company in downtown and to say I love it is SUCH an understatement. I love the people, the location, the office, the WORK even. I was very upset when I was let go from the attorney's office but I am SO thankful to be out of there. The weeks leading up to my unemployment were filled with anxiety, stress, and frustration at that office. I had made the decision that week to start looking for another job because I just felt like it wasn't a good fit. FOUR days after that decision I was unemployed. OOPS! "Be careful what you wish for" seems appropriate.<br />
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ON TOP of the unemployment thing I was working hard to get the house ready and plans set for The Husband's big 3-0 Birthday Shenanigans! So I went head on into those plans so I didn't freak out lol. The party was a huge success - we had at LEAST 50 people show up...probably more throughout the night. I will recap that later on but just wanted to kind of set up the happenings in our little slice of Heaven. <br />
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Basically we have been non-stop since the week I was let go. Remember how great I said I was feeling after I left my long time job? Yeah I'm back to that happy feeling again. I don't feel stressed when I leave work on Fridays and I don't hate myself on my drive to work on Mondays. Life is good! I can't wait to share more of what's been going on - including a tour of the craft room!!! FINALLY I know! =) <br />
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I'll leave you with a picture of the shenanigans from the Husband's party<br />
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BTW - this is post 500 =) <br />
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