tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174597742024-03-05T03:47:22.423-08:00Life HappensStay at Home mom of three boys (6,5, and 4mo.) Still searching for all the answers to life, my walk with the Lord and how to lose weight (without dieting or exercising!)Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-19469791429855515952008-08-26T12:57:00.000-07:002008-08-26T13:18:29.631-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMtVwTqhdu4krMF_swVLX2t3MNuRvM73kGtTESuZ9mjrWXsyEC8fD5zHTF68qtiMBEScMDjNSCF0DeNVnDFYfZgX-nuvSNO3HalGi6obYeaisBPAeYe_dKuPlZt3R8EV0hhxN/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+school+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMtVwTqhdu4krMF_swVLX2t3MNuRvM73kGtTESuZ9mjrWXsyEC8fD5zHTF68qtiMBEScMDjNSCF0DeNVnDFYfZgX-nuvSNO3HalGi6obYeaisBPAeYe_dKuPlZt3R8EV0hhxN/s320/1st+Day+of+school+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238923091866557362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtR3BRyAaUfTneTgtyZ-xu8V_OFlXN-vPsd8T-F07ZEZxpJ-x2MvPl4vcnLKELu5k7nMYMGi4iW5vMnY2HLfaWclo_mrtbL68J0N2z5Ew9Op83cWm492GxED46fWDJLkn3ST_c/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+school+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtR3BRyAaUfTneTgtyZ-xu8V_OFlXN-vPsd8T-F07ZEZxpJ-x2MvPl4vcnLKELu5k7nMYMGi4iW5vMnY2HLfaWclo_mrtbL68J0N2z5Ew9Op83cWm492GxED46fWDJLkn3ST_c/s320/1st+Day+of+school+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238923102257801762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today was the second day of school - I picked the boys up and started asking them how their day was. Elijah usually tells me about how they played on the monkey bars all day - (I know their new school isn't as great as their old, but I have a feeling they do a little more than the monkey bars.) Isaiah always fills me in on who got in trouble that day. I asked Isaiah if he knows the little girls' names who sit on either side of him. He told me that he didn't yet, but that one of them always acted crazy. "Well, sometimes she acts really crazy and then she's fine, then she's crazy, then she's fine." After a short pause, Elijah yells from the back - "That's like you mom!"<br />"oh yeah," Isaiah said, "She acts like you."<br />I didn't even know how to respond to that....Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-3698928859030576062008-04-06T05:18:00.001-07:002008-04-06T05:19:44.946-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SJTjwoywRMo2gIUyrTfK2eejGh91kSV7u67r6FwZXgBgRQhizLQIr1lzRazz5d21SHdXpxjIcmqezmAPyR8KnENo5qAUtqgkZxA5ZaNM3xTAZWvzBaxjKIQmrzOvowIeKtR-/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SJTjwoywRMo2gIUyrTfK2eejGh91kSV7u67r6FwZXgBgRQhizLQIr1lzRazz5d21SHdXpxjIcmqezmAPyR8KnENo5qAUtqgkZxA5ZaNM3xTAZWvzBaxjKIQmrzOvowIeKtR-/s200/DSC01628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186105892302572530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtv3HRDG10pLYxNxwiuZw6EYrFEY-WjsWCvoGePWUmd5lkzdEkUSAP343VAtd9NKIM1jhJFHsUhi63VH5sfJOmvpftbzDoAKNjA7G56VHflwTH-ezDhbp75tcjPmXZzbRQTsbw/s1600-h/DSC01661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtv3HRDG10pLYxNxwiuZw6EYrFEY-WjsWCvoGePWUmd5lkzdEkUSAP343VAtd9NKIM1jhJFHsUhi63VH5sfJOmvpftbzDoAKNjA7G56VHflwTH-ezDhbp75tcjPmXZzbRQTsbw/s200/DSC01661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186105896597539842" border="0" /></a>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-42414780825140147662008-04-06T04:57:00.000-07:002008-04-06T05:10:30.417-07:00In a Nut ShellAs the title of my blog says "Life Happens" and that is why it has been four months since I've blogged last. But I'm going to stop apologizing and just blog when I can for now! After all, I apologize for enough in my life!!<br />It has been a quick spring here in the 'burg - lots of changes around our house and with our business. God has been amazing and just when we thought he had forgotten us, He shows His love and provisions for us in a huge way. We have officially bought our house - which is exciting, daunting, and scary all at the same time. EJ and Ty's birthdays are coming up so we are planning two big parties for my soon to be 6 and 1 year old. Both of the big boys are in baseball - which I love, but they are both in two different leagues this year which means multiple days a week at the fields...with a one year old. We'll see how that goes! Spring Break is just around the corner, and the little ones and I are headed south. My mom is flying up to help us drive down, where we will spend a sun filled week in Florida. I can't wait to see my family down there, I miss them so much, and it has been four months since we have seen them. That's about all I have time for this morning we have to start getting ready for church - I love our church! I'll have to write more about that later, but for now you can check it out at www.brentwoodchurch.orgStill Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-84700422606366777622007-12-10T15:33:00.001-08:002007-12-10T15:33:30.915-08:00The "Real" Santa and Titus<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/2101354057/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2399/2101354057_8de7393e37.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/2101354057/">The "Real" Santa and Titus</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11091563@N03/">aimeeblanks</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> This is the bravest of my three, the only one of my boys who will go near Santa. Isaiah won't even wave anymore because, "That's not the real Santa mom, it's just one of his helpers that dress up like him." Elijah will wave, but that's about it. I guess only one Blanks boy will get what he wants this year...isn't that how it works?!...</p>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-37488516063097042192007-11-05T13:35:00.001-08:002007-11-05T13:35:29.827-08:00Isaiah, Ashton, and Elijah<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1856336792/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2282/1856336792_d4123be352.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1856336792/">Isaiah, Ashton, and Elijah</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11091563@N03/">aimeeblanks</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> The Power Rangers are mine, and the Transformer is their friend Ashton.</p>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-67917344257278604112007-11-05T13:34:00.001-08:002007-11-05T13:34:44.973-08:00Monkey Boy<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1856337568/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2342/1856337568_97b321b687.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1856337568/">Monkey Boy</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11091563@N03/">aimeeblanks</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Titus a.k.a. "Monkey"</p>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-28043614298330601572007-11-05T13:32:00.001-08:002007-11-05T13:32:30.174-08:00Landon and I<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1855516897/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2133/1855516897_51aa85b7c1.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1855516897/">Landon and I</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11091563@N03/">aimeeblanks</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> I have no time to shower much less blog, but I will keep trying...<br />Here's a picture of Landon and I on Halloween. I don't know what was up with the flash, it gave our faces a lovely shade of blah!<br />We had a blast hanging out at a friend's house while all our kids played. I was so excited to hand out candy for the first time ever, and all of five kids came by! Oh well, maybe next year. Isaiah has decided he's not tricker treating next year, I guess he thinks he is too old?</p>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-77418184883380162762007-10-25T16:11:00.001-07:002007-10-25T16:13:11.097-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeAjA72yy9aCUps1IUlvbKzfUaZtScDD5pMpTIot9mChfwU6VetZBP4PmgCNdtlbanKkOf-oDg2qjgCEGEUO0GN_Gz3PahufyiKfLNaxER_46HVznshyphenhypheng1_FJkZRG0SosnzmL/s1600-h/IMG_1330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeAjA72yy9aCUps1IUlvbKzfUaZtScDD5pMpTIot9mChfwU6VetZBP4PmgCNdtlbanKkOf-oDg2qjgCEGEUO0GN_Gz3PahufyiKfLNaxER_46HVznshyphenhypheng1_FJkZRG0SosnzmL/s320/IMG_1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125416248127195234" border="0" /></a>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-4837205824671727402007-10-25T16:05:00.000-07:002007-10-25T16:07:05.453-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35IWZtAV1QB5A6VHoSZ7u_DDIfFWNhSRHjL7nG7NwzSKvsCcZBO0dOpfqjmvD2rszFGE9Dq3QOpY4t_g0GkBreN31ukxulvvTAtafddT_MLvare_zPR_E7x6nJH3gsptOa8F0/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35IWZtAV1QB5A6VHoSZ7u_DDIfFWNhSRHjL7nG7NwzSKvsCcZBO0dOpfqjmvD2rszFGE9Dq3QOpY4t_g0GkBreN31ukxulvvTAtafddT_MLvare_zPR_E7x6nJH3gsptOa8F0/s320/DSC00810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125414736298707010" border="0" /></a><br />OK so three kids is kicking my tail!!! Maybe one day soon I'll get back on here!!Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-83150938599677017072007-09-10T10:31:00.001-07:002007-09-10T10:31:39.291-07:00Gorgeous Boy<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1355370649/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1267/1355370649_462f3d77da.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1355370649/">Gorgeous Boy</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11091563@N03/">aimeeblanks</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Took Ty for his 4 month check up this morning - he weighs 16 1/2 lbs!</p>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-46178685427744792782007-08-28T20:02:00.001-07:002007-08-28T20:05:37.474-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvL9-coesR-MOjWyOr8OodahdKrB8mp57wefDUnIFGWg1e9xs4pQ-CxKDCMmz2cFbVzlmg-2CFPbybWJJc1ty44QuMAgKDLBsrHzpzQyDynXAhS2a-9Jrrgfehh5t17WLxGto-/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvL9-coesR-MOjWyOr8OodahdKrB8mp57wefDUnIFGWg1e9xs4pQ-CxKDCMmz2cFbVzlmg-2CFPbybWJJc1ty44QuMAgKDLBsrHzpzQyDynXAhS2a-9Jrrgfehh5t17WLxGto-/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103953243737818978" border="0" /></a>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-87928011976244342482007-08-28T20:01:00.001-07:002007-08-28T20:01:58.584-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYv5LtLn3SA-uYwdhHPj8y9UakhKhmn9ChCP9Jhi6Q1POapAJ91Jt9ZeuZn1ElJaDuR7yxyE8YwqEryod1HX9QXh7qNVrjWwxH9RhgdYvD2Tp7BMdqY0EKSlBMIVXzrXe3Epc/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYv5LtLn3SA-uYwdhHPj8y9UakhKhmn9ChCP9Jhi6Q1POapAJ91Jt9ZeuZn1ElJaDuR7yxyE8YwqEryod1HX9QXh7qNVrjWwxH9RhgdYvD2Tp7BMdqY0EKSlBMIVXzrXe3Epc/s320/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103952354679588690" border="0" /></a>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-58055192330975520812007-08-28T19:32:00.000-07:002007-08-28T19:46:50.759-07:00Bad Boy, Bad Boy, Whatcha Gonna DoWhat a day! My five year olds pediatrician finally put him on a preventative medicine for his asthma - I was so relieved, only to go to Target and find out it costs $117 a month (WITH INSURANCE!)! Yeah, we are going to have to figure something else out. Not that I want to put a price tag on my son's health, but surely there is a better (and cheaper) way.<br />My sweet, sensitive, six year old has started lying lately. I was beginning to think he had some hidden personality that we didn't know about and was worried he was going to lead a life of crime, when I luckily talked to a few friends with six year olds and found out theirs are doing the same thing...(<span style="font-style: italic;">sigh of relief)</span> So I'm not so worried anymore that we'll see him on COPS on one day.<br />And the little one just fought me for an hour and twenty-two minutes to go to sleep. I fed him changed him, sang to him, put him in his crib....he cooed for about two minutes then started to scream. I tried to let him cry for a few minutes then thought, "what if he needs to burp?"-picked him up, no burp, did the mommy sway for a few more minutes as he fidgeted the whole time..because HELLO he's tired! Put the baby boy back in his crib, immediately got the lip as he proceeded to let me know he was not happy. Let him cry for about ten minutes, changed him (again) rocked him, put him back down. Now he was really mad. I tried to rub his belly and talk to him. He smiled at me as he was crying...you little rat! He sooo knows how to work his momma. I finally had to let him cry it out. Oh and during this my sweet hubby comes home from running errands, hears him crying, comes in and says,"Momma! Why is he crying!" <br />I feel like saying, "Well I pinched him, and I'm pretty sure he's hungry and has a poopy diaper. I'm trying to watch Dog the Bounty Hunter and just didn't feel like attending to him right now..." But I refrained, because I know that we are all a sucker for that pitiful cry and pouty lip, and plus my husband is just too sweet to be sarcastic to......yeah right!Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-40140229317919507142007-08-23T19:59:00.001-07:002007-08-23T19:59:54.550-07:00Watermelon Bandit<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1186806726/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1086/1186806726_8b228e484a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11091563@N03/1186806726/">Watermelon Bandit</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/11091563@N03/">aimeeblanks</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> </p>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-34818942797785939372007-08-23T19:58:00.001-07:002007-08-23T19:58:55.634-07:00FlickrThis is a test post from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"><img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /></a>, a fancy photo sharing thing.Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-75702510711874927822007-08-23T19:50:00.000-07:002007-08-23T19:52:19.128-07:00My Baby has fallen asleep without crying, in his own crib!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBbZ-LKMe6xXV3sa5UaN3jn_U8tJVWOI8kFl6Bqosf0ArmCL8aeuu4ejJ4FWPvnMzjwt4Dt-8Crrrzl4nEmrVbmPGD5_mOW1C6b3cSb0WqZkw0ziGMIJnPUUGXl46MlGGYKqw/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBbZ-LKMe6xXV3sa5UaN3jn_U8tJVWOI8kFl6Bqosf0ArmCL8aeuu4ejJ4FWPvnMzjwt4Dt-8Crrrzl4nEmrVbmPGD5_mOW1C6b3cSb0WqZkw0ziGMIJnPUUGXl46MlGGYKqw/s320/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102094424841783106" border="0" /></a><br /><h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="storydate">08.21.07</h1>I had my last baby almost four months ago. I took the plunge and had my tubes tied after my c-section. I feel so different this time around (maybe because I’m older - maybe because I know he’s my last). With the first two I was worried about getting them on a schedule, getting them to sleep through the night, etc. With this little guy, nothing seems to bother me. He wakes up three or four time during the night…no big! He cries for no apparent reason…no big! He poops as soon as I fasten the new diaper…NO BIG!<div class="snap_preview"> <p>After not knowing if I would even have another baby, I am taking in every moment with this little guy.</p> <p>Thank you Father for all my babies! You are so good!</p> </div>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-86002179607733619892007-08-23T19:49:00.001-07:002007-08-23T19:49:40.274-07:008 Years - 8 Things About my Wedding<h1 class="storydate">08.22.07</h1><a href="http://aimeeblanks.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/dsc00323.jpg" title="dsc00323.jpg"><img src="http://aimeeblanks.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/dsc00323.thumbnail.jpg" alt="dsc00323.jpg" /></a><em>1. Where did you meet your husband?</em> At his parents’ house. I worked with his sister at a local restaurant. We started hanging out, and she told me I had to meet her brother (he lived with his grandparents at the time). <p align="left"><em>2.What was the first thing you said?</em> Gosh I have no idea. I do remember I had just gotten out of the shower and so I had on my pajamas and my hair was up in a towel!</p> <p align="left"><em>3. Where was your first date? First kiss?</em><strong> </strong>Our first date was to a restaurant called Spanky’s. Out of habit I asked him to pray before we ate, he said from that moment he knew I was different than any girl he had ever dated!</p> <p align="left">Our first kiss: It’s actually an inside joke between us - I say he kissed me first, he says the opposite. We were in his room watching tv. (Very romantic, I know)</p> <p align="left"><em>4. Long or short courtship?</em> We dated almost a year, then we broke up for like 10 months, then back together for a year. Engaged for 11 weeks. Then married on Aug 14, 1999!</p> <p align="left"><em>5. Where were we engaged?</em> We were looking at a house that he wanted to move in to - he opened the door to the living room and there was a candle lit dinner. I thought it was just a sweet jesture - when I turned to hug him he was down on one knee and asked me to marry him, and after that he said, “Oh by the way - this is our new house!”</p> <p align="left"><em>6. Where were we married?</em> At my home church in New Smyrna Beach Florida. It was a very simple, but big wedding. (remember, we planned it in 11wks)</p> <p><em><em>7. Where was the reception? Also at my home church. We kicked it old school with cake, punch, nuts, and mints!</em> </em></p> <p align="left"><em>8. Where was your honeymoon?</em> The first night we stayed at the Hilton in Hollywood, FL, and from there went to Key Largo for 5 days. SOOO relaxing and fun.</p>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-46017178806348410832007-08-23T19:46:00.000-07:002007-08-23T19:47:59.444-07:00Blue Light Special<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PDsHJllPvXWs1GiOsybSwQBr-YWRcofnvRJogNV7czPIX1v39KCiEUQUX10aHuklXuwxJcpDl-5w9gftCQVEsmMqK-0-zK5XhilaLtXWEi1sM_pSahfsQZKsjzXBmSycm8Ie/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PDsHJllPvXWs1GiOsybSwQBr-YWRcofnvRJogNV7czPIX1v39KCiEUQUX10aHuklXuwxJcpDl-5w9gftCQVEsmMqK-0-zK5XhilaLtXWEi1sM_pSahfsQZKsjzXBmSycm8Ie/s320/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102093329625122610" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, I feel like my blog is the K-mart version compared to all the others out there, but oh well! Until I figure out how to make it more fancy - this will do. I don’t think I’ve left my house for a couple of days now. I’m in the process of simplifying - in other words - going through every closet, bin, and basket, and throwing away things I haven’t touched in awhile, and collecting a pile to go to the Goodwill. I can’t believe all the junk we have! Although I did find a pile of every card and letter that I wrote my hubby while we were dating. So sweet that he kept them all. I get cards from people, think, “how nice”, put them on my mantle for a few days and then throw them away! Is that wrong? I’ve looked at all those old letters more than he ever has! Maybe one day I’ll be glad he is such a pack rat…until then, the cleaning continues.<div class="snap_preview"> </div> <a href="http://aimeeblanks.wordpress.com/2007/08/24/blue-light-special/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent link to Blue Light Special" class="permalink"></a><a href="http://aimeeblanks.wordpress.com/2007/08/24/blue-light-special/#respond" class="commentslink" title="Comment on Blue Light Special"><br /></a>Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-44006615502749231072007-08-23T19:44:00.000-07:002007-08-23T19:46:04.103-07:00Cupcakes and Kisses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ggnBW2hCit0shGwxo60aAhKi66bxHpNK_Dpcvm9CJmgGl6KtNYJ22unKgabdIhxNZU2plu_Qq7txqDVd2POUL0PxF67jc_BkszAYYxGEvJYSczqrzCnS-hGt6-cmw1Un_lb2/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ggnBW2hCit0shGwxo60aAhKi66bxHpNK_Dpcvm9CJmgGl6KtNYJ22unKgabdIhxNZU2plu_Qq7txqDVd2POUL0PxF67jc_BkszAYYxGEvJYSczqrzCnS-hGt6-cmw1Un_lb2/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102092809934079778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I forgot to post earlier that I did something I normally have a hard time doing…I let my five and six year old help me make cupcakes and decorate them! I know all the great moms let their kids help them cook and clean all the time, but I am not one of the moms. They are responsible for cleaning their room and certain chores, but most things I would rather do myself. Anyway, here is how they turned out, and yes we all had fun - even when my five year old wanted to put almost a whole bottle of sprinkles on one cupcake. Hey, who says you always have to color inside the lines!Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-1133289417708743022005-11-29T10:20:00.000-08:002005-11-29T10:36:57.930-08:00After Thanksgiving blahsIt has been awhile since I have written. Another example of my lack of discipline! <br />My family was here for Thanksgiving. We had a nice time, relaxing and trying to keep four toddlers occupied. The family got to see our new house, and the new baby in the family...sweet Breyden. I had the priviledge of being in the room when he was born. Absolutely incredible. Lindsey did so much better than I ever imagined she would. I am so proud of her for that whole experience. To see life coming in to this world...wow. I still get chills just thinking about it!<br /><br />I registered the kids for preschool today. I can't believe they are so big. Isaiah will be going to Kindergarten in the Fall. It goes by so fast. I feel like there are so many times, where he is in my way, or bothering me. Then I spend the rest of the day feeling like a rotten person for feeling that way. I pray that God will begin to help me react differently to my kids and my husband. I want to make the most of every moment with my boys. I want them to be my priority. Their needs above mine. I am tired of being selfish with my thoughts and time and energy.<br /><br />Father please help me to be more patient - to love without limits. Help me to never turn my boys away, physically or emotionally. Help me be a soft place for them to fall on. May they be men of honor and integrity. May they love people, see them as You do. <br /><br />Please help me to be a woman of wisdom, of a soung mind. I pray that I will learn more of You every day, that I can grow more like You every day.<br /><br />Thank you for your guidance, and continued love.<br /><br />I know that I would be an absolute wreck of I didn't have the love and grace from my Heavenly Father. Thank you God that even in these down times, I know things are not hopeless.Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17459774.post-1128473854250064092005-10-04T17:57:00.000-07:002005-10-04T17:57:34.250-07:00BeginningsWell, I thought I would give this a try. I have tried for years to journal and could never be disciplined enough to do it. However, I enjoy being on line and typing, so hopefully this will work better. I don't know that I will ever share this with anyone...knowingly. I have been discovering a lot of things about myself lately that have really challenged me and caused me to think about my life differently. I am desiring more in my life. Not that I want a different life, I have an amazing husband and two great kids. But I know God desires more of me.<br />If I were to die tonight, I would look back at my life and say the following:<br />I was dedicated to my family and my church.<br />I always stepped up to the task.<br />I did things others wouldn't.<br />I was always busy.<br />I was moody.<br />I didn't really know how to love people.<br />I was consumed by what others thought of me.<br />I took pretty much everything personally<br />I read in to things that people said<br />I worried about my righteousness, more than my relationship with Christ.<br />I could go on and on.<br />What I want to look back at my life and say is:<br />I was passionate about my family and my church<br />I was faithful<br />I always had time for others<br />I was secure in my relationship with the Lord and others<br />I loved with everything in me<br />I was powerful (in a good way)<br />I was captivating<br />I was inspiring<br />I was wise<br />I constantly sought the Lord<br />Again, I could go on and on.<br />Bottom line, I don't like the way things are going in my life. So, what am I going to do about it?<br />Well, I just made some small changes in my schedule and will continue to do so, until I figure some things out. I will begin reading a couple different books, begin to practice "the Disciplines", pray more, find someone to be held accountable to, and all the while, journaling in my blog.<br /><br />As I am still searching for what God has for me in this life, I live in anticipation of His blessings.Still Searchinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862047166642813114noreply@blogger.com0