tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62239916617279698392024-03-12T19:23:56.975-04:00Beauty and the GeekNot-so-newlyweds continuing the journey.Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-81071892607666036422010-06-24T22:49:00.007-04:002012-06-26T09:24:30.390-04:00The latest renovation - AKA "Next time, leave the wallpaper"Some of you have been following my latest renovation saga via Facebook. Here are the pictures to go with the ranting. The following are the nice peaceful pictures of a bathroom with old lady wallpaper. Totally functional, just not my style.<br />
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Yesterday, I began stripping. Wallpaper that is. It is a stinky process involving water and vinegar in a spray bottle. Peeling wallpaper can be a little thereputic, or maybe I just enjoyed the destruction. Beneath or "old lady floral" wallpaper, I found this funky stripey patterned stuff. I'm usually good at dating things, but I have no idea when this type of pattern would have been the vogue. Any ideas? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3luW_dGPaPxQLZxtjFqkl1rE-bMvXWBvLi_918Rv6iHJwU_DexcMGcNaHi9bnmq4CfVy1iTGebeMMN0YtZlBpLdTGf61xfUHDv79YlsclAp9VLcjs80VT_TLp2Vn1axf9S3-arwBsUIE/s1600/DSC06098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486540464724019186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3luW_dGPaPxQLZxtjFqkl1rE-bMvXWBvLi_918Rv6iHJwU_DexcMGcNaHi9bnmq4CfVy1iTGebeMMN0YtZlBpLdTGf61xfUHDv79YlsclAp9VLcjs80VT_TLp2Vn1axf9S3-arwBsUIE/s200/DSC06098.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9YMBoyxl6eXfO9CWEZzhKR81ts3L-w9H7WSAba43d7uxJe4aqOg5zwd9d3TVkdHTqt0ZulpOEat6HV4wExCKPLcCw7caopNATIgv6HdCCR0pIwYmy9_IHnwonpGlCCPI4iub8gEUXQc/s1600/DSC06100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486540484389599714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9YMBoyxl6eXfO9CWEZzhKR81ts3L-w9H7WSAba43d7uxJe4aqOg5zwd9d3TVkdHTqt0ZulpOEat6HV4wExCKPLcCw7caopNATIgv6HdCCR0pIwYmy9_IHnwonpGlCCPI4iub8gEUXQc/s200/DSC06100.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVS0bc4KwGkGNkNs9v71Xr3ui_oBQBxQpobgzMyi3jNIWJYORyIQtqmXGk95LvzfOsdzvX44D99ru6bCs8i3JS-FdRJZ9yop4TaqG6ly5WZKWEExArspAoP6E3sldxJkERNM15Zak5uB8/s1600/DSC06101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486540491999149922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVS0bc4KwGkGNkNs9v71Xr3ui_oBQBxQpobgzMyi3jNIWJYORyIQtqmXGk95LvzfOsdzvX44D99ru6bCs8i3JS-FdRJZ9yop4TaqG6ly5WZKWEExArspAoP6E3sldxJkERNM15Zak5uB8/s200/DSC06101.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /></a>When reading an article on how to remove wallpaper, someone stated, "If wallpaper rips off in one piece, not leaving any backing behind, stop ripping down wallpaper and go by a lottery ticket; today is your lucky day." Well, in some areas I was that lucky. My luck ran out after I saw what was behind the wallpaper that had so easily torn away. Bleh!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yNBOwNvSoAOxAV1-krZqcJYI28ZRdddNsHeAbc-7rHFWbvZlmAJVPQ90DNdoSabynJzSm_WRSXOgnkNygbXXNZqrSBorIEw_vLBj4TIuBwOkLj5rt0SQBx4orWkguccOWHnxbhqHIoc/s1600/DSC06099.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486540472058135778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yNBOwNvSoAOxAV1-krZqcJYI28ZRdddNsHeAbc-7rHFWbvZlmAJVPQ90DNdoSabynJzSm_WRSXOgnkNygbXXNZqrSBorIEw_vLBj4TIuBwOkLj5rt0SQBx4orWkguccOWHnxbhqHIoc/s200/DSC06099.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq35iDV18eUsqx0L9Ga_98nm4nBZk6vBNTQXIGutIyFq_zc4QA412wYGZNsNMX_Bg-MrRg1B_T5I8G-kB0aTB2aF_D-miieJsdJEgKjBNv9EvAz3510PkQAnhv1feH_VfPGQdibWFHBLQ/s1600/DSC06104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486541961568087794" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq35iDV18eUsqx0L9Ga_98nm4nBZk6vBNTQXIGutIyFq_zc4QA412wYGZNsNMX_Bg-MrRg1B_T5I8G-kB0aTB2aF_D-miieJsdJEgKjBNv9EvAz3510PkQAnhv1feH_VfPGQdibWFHBLQ/s200/DSC06104.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVh6HcGJEfvRy1azW00HEXKPvuMTmeog5m2NIHxAw6FGh4_4dDfdoKQo8Fhn9H-vdogbhea15jPG-7c1hjOAZnfc8izLi3mXpJWpBV5IwPeaXLCKxnSPWdUHinMCtDkB988fGL8nGw4jI/s1600/DSC06102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486541946185349778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVh6HcGJEfvRy1azW00HEXKPvuMTmeog5m2NIHxAw6FGh4_4dDfdoKQo8Fhn9H-vdogbhea15jPG-7c1hjOAZnfc8izLi3mXpJWpBV5IwPeaXLCKxnSPWdUHinMCtDkB988fGL8nGw4jI/s200/DSC06102.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 150px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOA_vjRB-J1zeiCBYEIAp7UBDV03EAha_zSVXvlDdn3g3Swtid8H5jIhg3yvAPPP3-k6RH8J2gbE0PP32ORWY3vBDXcMFsncX8wLMetmUaXDFKPEKmjyk1ZULSXBSxbyprcalF13Dy0Q/s1600/DSC06103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486541957488222162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOA_vjRB-J1zeiCBYEIAp7UBDV03EAha_zSVXvlDdn3g3Swtid8H5jIhg3yvAPPP3-k6RH8J2gbE0PP32ORWY3vBDXcMFsncX8wLMetmUaXDFKPEKmjyk1ZULSXBSxbyprcalF13Dy0Q/s200/DSC06103.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 150px;" /></a>What you are seeing here is actually a rare thing. No, not huge (and possibly lead) paint chunks, but the pattern actually imprinted into my ancient and original plaster walls. You have to look closely, but they are there. I thought that this was so weird, so I did a little research. Turns out that a lot of homes built between 1890-1930 once had this feature. They exist in very few houses nowadays. While this is cool and I like to keep with the character of the house, only briefly did I consider these tiles into my design scheme for the bathroom. They can't be painted over without some serious mudding and sanding to make the smooth. They are in too bad of shape to repair them or leave them as they are.<br />
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I had already carefully chosen and had mixed the perfect color in a gallon of paint. This was no easy paint job. We needed a plan B. One that would comver up my newly uncovered wall's imperfections. So, onward to Lowe's.<br />
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We settled on trying Venetian plaster. I have apply the first of what will surely be two or three coats. It is an interesting and easy application. I kind of like working with it. It's just is yet to cover the "tiles" on the wall, which is all I'm really hoping for. Plus, it costs twice as much as a gallon of paint ($36) and I've already used most of the first gallon. Stay tuned as this project continues...<br />
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By old, I mean that it was built in 1918, has original (drafty) windows and faulty ele, has walls inhabited by some lovely woodsy critters, and has modern updates that are <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLCMJRn6x0ds_hMBrwFnuK1En_guaBjjhzpadKMIxUIv_P3A98vodj99nq3kyX8V_a4QmeLh6QA6PIMrS03GYhkYU77aClk37Yjb0V-Xib26gtyDx7n9UwZXDJK1pP_qsn_BjQ6GZjXo/s1600-h/PIC04193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLCMJRn6x0ds_hMBrwFnuK1En_guaBjjhzpadKMIxUIv_P3A98vodj99nq3kyX8V_a4QmeLh6QA6PIMrS03GYhkYU77aClk37Yjb0V-Xib26gtyDx7n9UwZXDJK1pP_qsn_BjQ6GZjXo/s320/PIC04193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425289044767656274" border="0" /></a>as new as 1983.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lJcCw4ubyJn32Z0-HbLoAUs_Fxm-A03cPJTn0Oy1U2SPXFC4sT-XoxLeUbVxQmTbRrWV5rCdJ8Bry5NelMns5AgvhyphenhyphenR8RaDKpN2IpBGDg8cE-Ek_tXGp94LmNQv-zhJADmDqJMxMQ78/s1600-h/PIC04195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lJcCw4ubyJn32Z0-HbLoAUs_Fxm-A03cPJTn0Oy1U2SPXFC4sT-XoxLeUbVxQmTbRrWV5rCdJ8Bry5NelMns5AgvhyphenhyphenR8RaDKpN2IpBGDg8cE-Ek_tXGp94LmNQv-zhJADmDqJMxMQ78/s200/PIC04195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425289411403489186" border="0" /></a>When we bought the house, we knew that the first things to be renovated would be the kitchen and bathroom, which had a very 1980's vibe to them, which is not at all in keeping with our traditional older home. These two pictures are of the house at the Open House, before we bought it.<br /><br /><br />This year, after postponing our Italy trip for one more summer, we decided to use some of the money we put away to renovate the bathroom. We really didn't have much of a choice, the drain in the shower/tub combo had pretty much closed completely. We had snaked it, and were going through an entire bottle of Draino about every other week to no avail. Still, it would take about two hours for dirty, grungy water to go down after someone had showered. The first picture shows the shower, with dirty water still in it, and the following show the bathroom as it was before the renovation.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEeac3LzPoFMti240OjvFIKbBWiDzxvNYeMAsCI3scw1_NhyphenhyphentzeUnpQXA5txS_cJgxG69_cINrXmVY6uPVdSrC3_umExqnx2M3SwkdTB9ZQMGzVqEqhI11UWqvQOhNQMKI5t279FcyVs/s1600-h/DSC04565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEeac3LzPoFMti240OjvFIKbBWiDzxvNYeMAsCI3scw1_NhyphenhyphentzeUnpQXA5txS_cJgxG69_cINrXmVY6uPVdSrC3_umExqnx2M3SwkdTB9ZQMGzVqEqhI11UWqvQOhNQMKI5t279FcyVs/s200/DSC04565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292250604265698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LwRxcYQj3PHWG4O7HWU_RYunKKcIdtjjwnN6APFyILwLEZbbQRTSW-UIevcs1IPvS5jqFlJrv2p7h3f1DsKHFFYcK4vvbNk5Ro6hGWE9AayqE5GBf0Uzpo5gVaBzZLWZv17u4nrQek4/s1600-h/DSC04564.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LwRxcYQj3PHWG4O7HWU_RYunKKcIdtjjwnN6APFyILwLEZbbQRTSW-UIevcs1IPvS5jqFlJrv2p7h3f1DsKHFFYcK4vvbNk5Ro6hGWE9AayqE5GBf0Uzpo5gVaBzZLWZv17u4nrQek4/s200/DSC04564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292242932016386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx48Ex6-GJJAIGzLp8BJ_iC41z2uUzC_VCnHfDfpw_L-Z5665cy_J-2cmsZjBmoNWEptalhSbyUQ5s1sP6BSLe3ED9lJGdPf-HLiq9zgLnAa33G6wjclJYa6P5FZ0Vu39LoXLewvAgLAo/s1600-h/DSC04563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx48Ex6-GJJAIGzLp8BJ_iC41z2uUzC_VCnHfDfpw_L-Z5665cy_J-2cmsZjBmoNWEptalhSbyUQ5s1sP6BSLe3ED9lJGdPf-HLiq9zgLnAa33G6wjclJYa6P5FZ0Vu39LoXLewvAgLAo/s200/DSC04563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292235288184034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyn3dXyFONKDs3D2lE8AsA5drxzh-GBnOWDOmC0dmZMyxH00qf3sr_vmucPpsU76dLhO2eRyWbh-XnGYoW696tAuUOPDoLBR8IYbrLaWy-bChmoE5Qae4KbJsopaEs0mtebNW_JAgOO8/s1600-h/DSC04561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimyn3dXyFONKDs3D2lE8AsA5drxzh-GBnOWDOmC0dmZMyxH00qf3sr_vmucPpsU76dLhO2eRyWbh-XnGYoW696tAuUOPDoLBR8IYbrLaWy-bChmoE5Qae4KbJsopaEs0mtebNW_JAgOO8/s200/DSC04561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292230529853298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78cS0v4I9B7G8NFvGGXOtouy3HQCOYqVEaMf4WJ4vxpHGb30vV0bqnG_FDdkDiYbMCjF5BW7KXLPGEB60asyQgzRaXGYkwIsJfNsz_bOIcnNnhoMDIk_mCkEacQK_XDdZFADUi3EnOO0/s1600-h/DSC04560.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78cS0v4I9B7G8NFvGGXOtouy3HQCOYqVEaMf4WJ4vxpHGb30vV0bqnG_FDdkDiYbMCjF5BW7KXLPGEB60asyQgzRaXGYkwIsJfNsz_bOIcnNnhoMDIk_mCkEacQK_XDdZFADUi3EnOO0/s200/DSC04560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292223783278050" border="0" /></a><br />As the renovation got underway, we learned a lot about home renovations. First off, projects always take longer than you will think. You will spend almost as much time driving to and shopping at Lowe's as you will doing the project. Tony actually thought that the bulk of the project would be finished THAT WEEKEND. As I sit here typing, the project is still not done.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4cNpUIq6xuueyIoqTRcQKiynQHfpVD0yggdyDcMFa79SArjMtSWuA5lWPGPUGdo2tFOfgUcWteOnKwdus_zEupnU67Kcyuf8hZC9j78JBFcn_q_TNwVrMtF-iiAd6PRC8KWu4ksFxRE/s1600-h/DSC04601.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4cNpUIq6xuueyIoqTRcQKiynQHfpVD0yggdyDcMFa79SArjMtSWuA5lWPGPUGdo2tFOfgUcWteOnKwdus_zEupnU67Kcyuf8hZC9j78JBFcn_q_TNwVrMtF-iiAd6PRC8KWu4ksFxRE/s200/DSC04601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293746856506466" border="0" /></a> Secondly, things have to get a whole lot worse before they get better. The bathroom was stripped completely down. Everything had to come out, including the sink, tub, toilet, floors, subfloor, plumbing, and electric. The only thing we left were the original built-in cabinets above the toilet. When the plumbing was removed from the tub area where we had the problems, it actually just disintegrated in the guys' <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyhn-eqmBHb6f4BXny2SGMpeIdR5L1DIS42qD6x5DNDDZFcBbXvTEeIVUsD4FtFb7mss5SATPN2dyiyr432-X4dukQi2mLSXO68Dr_8hZtgqBCP-XlecebeLBfRHAerABo4VDmcsVKxg/s1600-h/DSC04602.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyhn-eqmBHb6f4BXny2SGMpeIdR5L1DIS42qD6x5DNDDZFcBbXvTEeIVUsD4FtFb7mss5SATPN2dyiyr432-X4dukQi2mLSXO68Dr_8hZtgqBCP-XlecebeLBfRHAerABo4VDmcsVKxg/s200/DSC04602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293752468406802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6OWoqlK_z3Ub_mYZXbByFyZRZAyb8T4VWVfHRmZFYFn6y2qIIH6B2iAscaQYbOYxFVGSpIoL0_yyYdB4OS9YlsQa0XwB32ePTlafkI_ox3ZFOMPDacFFGOI56LQcCMQlJaub1GMAQDY/s1600-h/DSC04604.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg6OWoqlK_z3Ub_mYZXbByFyZRZAyb8T4VWVfHRmZFYFn6y2qIIH6B2iAscaQYbOYxFVGSpIoL0_yyYdB4OS9YlsQa0XwB32ePTlafkI_ox3ZFOMPDacFFGOI56LQcCMQlJaub1GMAQDY/s200/DSC04604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293756301572434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SVtrdcqHefVMMF1-s70wg-gXU_AJkJKsvwFZ7OSedoXIJVth331EcaJIm6AJNK95a8Kn9jbNl4bV-RDjLq5RyvHVClHDFRMmyzbrD8ww4pxjw7wYbsB_qrjFRnTe36Zch4ZuEdq1UnI/s1600-h/DSC04608.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SVtrdcqHefVMMF1-s70wg-gXU_AJkJKsvwFZ7OSedoXIJVth331EcaJIm6AJNK95a8Kn9jbNl4bV-RDjLq5RyvHVClHDFRMmyzbrD8ww4pxjw7wYbsB_qrjFRnTe36Zch4ZuEdq1UnI/s200/DSC04608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293764375397042" border="0" /></a>hands as they were taking it apart. If we hadn't started the renovation, we would have had a MUCH bigger problem on <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFPEgVlDWZcaTnr-XW8dfSkgwX6EiM-ZL6O16M5RTFX9dRifbKUupyQQyYQ2W_4FKSsCSGgu72Z1sTihsyAHDMCv1xpVUcWLMfxpHglUmAK_ZgW1lEPjZwP70w7C2P7rlLXA65f-cIq4/s1600-h/DSC04606.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVFPEgVlDWZcaTnr-XW8dfSkgwX6EiM-ZL6O16M5RTFX9dRifbKUupyQQyYQ2W_4FKSsCSGgu72Z1sTihsyAHDMCv1xpVUcWLMfxpHglUmAK_ZgW1lEPjZwP70w7C2P7rlLXA65f-cIq4/s200/DSC04606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293762337936114" border="0" /></a>our hands. The guys threw pretty much everything they tore out of the bathroom out the 2nd story window. The only thing that didn't fit out the window was the shower surround which Tony took out the front door, breaking the glass in one of the panes on the door in the process. Dirt and general nastiness was tracked down the hallway carpet and up and down the carpet on the stairs. This is my face during this process.<br /><br />The last thing we learned that I want to mention is that it is good to have a budget, but there will always be unexpected expenses. The most expensive part of our renovation was the shower door. We did some serious shopping around and ended up finding exactly what we wanted as a special order from Menard's. We were really disappointed because it was going to take 3-4 weeks to receive it through special order. The funny part is that after we DID receive it 4 weeks later, and then it sat in our garage for 2 more weeks because we weren't ready for it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFE1SqkeQ_muPE-0dHmCROVB4JwP2bw5k1qc10nO6YlsCtynLrUq28NCrLn4MCZ72Udirx3IBBSjhdOdEbGQLj5j2qe_QyLeL511vWjokMzImAvYNgY2KY1CoZ7J08URapMNSorK07Lg/s1600-h/DSC04620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFE1SqkeQ_muPE-0dHmCROVB4JwP2bw5k1qc10nO6YlsCtynLrUq28NCrLn4MCZ72Udirx3IBBSjhdOdEbGQLj5j2qe_QyLeL511vWjokMzImAvYNgY2KY1CoZ7J08URapMNSorK07Lg/s200/DSC04620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425296519360679266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnHB6QvNsuyKe13f_lDBYk_8yzUf7w-PlrxsPZDzxFMvc3FN94vJhxotS9DZcoYWefYONBAUzfa7ZMVAJIBjZmzZiv1f83kr9FQDY7hnrBdPE5dLX8aP7s5CLTJSMQ_Cok6ES2-SZVrY/s1600-h/DSC04670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnHB6QvNsuyKe13f_lDBYk_8yzUf7w-PlrxsPZDzxFMvc3FN94vJhxotS9DZcoYWefYONBAUzfa7ZMVAJIBjZmzZiv1f83kr9FQDY7hnrBdPE5dLX8aP7s5CLTJSMQ_Cok6ES2-SZVrY/s200/DSC04670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425296528094833858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoS-fAheiK24y1YXTKd998K3zca-Mc8HmvPfquCq40fhTna4Zc4cP4GYd_FYH9M0h-oPbLkBIcZq_HlU9Z8DLYyxje6n5coVH4Ep4lmzMvJ3ApN3oyAJxaJKggq_HUf6WaZXs4tLs2sk/s1600-h/DSC04676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoS-fAheiK24y1YXTKd998K3zca-Mc8HmvPfquCq40fhTna4Zc4cP4GYd_FYH9M0h-oPbLkBIcZq_HlU9Z8DLYyxje6n5coVH4Ep4lmzMvJ3ApN3oyAJxaJKggq_HUf6WaZXs4tLs2sk/s200/DSC04676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425296530424662434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgd4D8a-EtU0WoSI5e8-veDF1aEM4fUmzSggY1Ok0cvHZyaqLmSebhzAeZ8efTNg556F02JfPuCDS0UobEX6mxbL03BVlKhKuYv8hNK6LD-mFxUcAP6piueaPDow9DFpWgZ1SnahCAKc/s1600-h/DSC04622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgd4D8a-EtU0WoSI5e8-veDF1aEM4fUmzSggY1Ok0cvHZyaqLmSebhzAeZ8efTNg556F02JfPuCDS0UobEX6mxbL03BVlKhKuYv8hNK6LD-mFxUcAP6piueaPDow9DFpWgZ1SnahCAKc/s200/DSC04622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425296524783021858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />T<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoS-fAheiK24y1YXTKd998K3zca-Mc8HmvPfquCq40fhTna4Zc4cP4GYd_FYH9M0h-oPbLkBIcZq_HlU9Z8DLYyxje6n5coVH4Ep4lmzMvJ3ApN3oyAJxaJKggq_HUf6WaZXs4tLs2sk/s1600-h/DSC04676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoS-fAheiK24y1YXTKd998K3zca-Mc8HmvPfquCq40fhTna4Zc4cP4GYd_FYH9M0h-oPbLkBIcZq_HlU9Z8DLYyxje6n5coVH4Ep4lmzMvJ3ApN3oyAJxaJKggq_HUf6WaZXs4tLs2sk/s200/DSC04676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425296530424662434" border="0" /></a>he concept behind our new bathroom is a 1920's style, black and white subway-tiled bathroom. I wanted it to be more in keeping with the style of our home. One benefit of this plan is that subway tile is cheap. One downfall is that they are very small and it take A LOT of them to fill a bathroom. Contrary to what the pictures show, the subway tiled walk-in shower was my baby in this project. I spent DAYS in that small enclosure, cutting and measuring, grouting and cleaning. It was really an awful process. We did not have a working shower in our bathroom for almost a month. The guys rigged up a system of showering in the wide open scary, cob-webby basement with the sprayer from the basement sink. I utilized this every time I wanted to shower for over 3 weeks.<br /><br />This story is "To Be Continued". If my bathroom isn't finished yet, my blog about it doesn't have to be either.Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-44460863854014332992009-12-29T19:59:00.003-05:002009-12-29T20:11:49.702-05:00Christmas is here and gone!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_plI3mJzoWGkG2CK7VkXjhO4HAjjp7BBFRL8Th15WSGr9hh0U7tvXO5QGCdaHtmjaKiQqlEpvwnfkHoeUsFDdyKaQcMU25njtB2NWQlMMdJGGwcBD5nMo1ROZeaSOCSE3-5YTQhyLBa4/s1600-h/DSC05260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_plI3mJzoWGkG2CK7VkXjhO4HAjjp7BBFRL8Th15WSGr9hh0U7tvXO5QGCdaHtmjaKiQqlEpvwnfkHoeUsFDdyKaQcMU25njtB2NWQlMMdJGGwcBD5nMo1ROZeaSOCSE3-5YTQhyLBa4/s320/DSC05260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420829029891784002" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhZ55yeYv5HVVbQWJioo7Na3ucqdS6-K-cSlbLFS-oPt6DuDYLf3gasLiefjzc4gAtxyT4s6XSMPV_SKLYbIfsarKvrDzoqsrqhcBHKQNpVCxxyPy4-0qK_fo5YScQvyZfDvxWuQwMT8/s1600-h/DSC05222.JPG">The Scarpinos are having some happy holidays here! Christmas is over, and we're in the few days leading up until New Years. We still haven't finalized our New Year's plans yet, but here are some pictures from our annual Christmas party.</a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTlDPtihhOha746Iq1yjci9O1ccowGSgupIUxzVwokKYir0OZa7KekkgPlZaPSg14rFXJVog4ImMwA9PwtonGFYHN24JpAugiSrG04OJrLuTXd0p504NCIFTOx9bsiHQYBzVlOXd78q0/s1600-h/DSC05224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTlDPtihhOha746Iq1yjci9O1ccowGSgupIUxzVwokKYir0OZa7KekkgPlZaPSg14rFXJVog4ImMwA9PwtonGFYHN24JpAugiSrG04OJrLuTXd0p504NCIFTOx9bsiHQYBzVlOXd78q0/s320/DSC05224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420829008756953186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhZ55yeYv5HVVbQWJioo7Na3ucqdS6-K-cSlbLFS-oPt6DuDYLf3gasLiefjzc4gAtxyT4s6XSMPV_SKLYbIfsarKvrDzoqsrqhcBHKQNpVCxxyPy4-0qK_fo5YScQvyZfDvxWuQwMT8/s1600-h/DSC05222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJhZ55yeYv5HVVbQWJioo7Na3ucqdS6-K-cSlbLFS-oPt6DuDYLf3gasLiefjzc4gAtxyT4s6XSMPV_SKLYbIfsarKvrDzoqsrqhcBHKQNpVCxxyPy4-0qK_fo5YScQvyZfDvxWuQwMT8/s320/DSC05222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420829005405392738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fWg_4TbTp1mT6pcgjdic-HJMZVcQVMHKtqkuWGXjWONlZqfpck2QgjjaRyBcMut5dvojVNwsy03hu67bGZ_In50Z2ayg8lwLBLajzRbWGbTUx28D6O1vcCCzJeeqwQ8zlnFCGzZlUaM/s1600-h/DSC05253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fWg_4TbTp1mT6pcgjdic-HJMZVcQVMHKtqkuWGXjWONlZqfpck2QgjjaRyBcMut5dvojVNwsy03hu67bGZ_In50Z2ayg8lwLBLajzRbWGbTUx28D6O1vcCCzJeeqwQ8zlnFCGzZlUaM/s320/DSC05253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420829018465226850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPIM8-ecZFtnl59H37hWOPbrKhL1GDHFIt7BagBR9F4yM1u6QXgc5sbtjv_WT8J7POPo996S3dmqPCKiFdX4eRFhibMMsUQHFnYpeRrPNAKTxb9L5EFLKIyu78_nD36LX2ceJQWa88Dg/s1600-h/DSC05254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPIM8-ecZFtnl59H37hWOPbrKhL1GDHFIt7BagBR9F4yM1u6QXgc5sbtjv_WT8J7POPo996S3dmqPCKiFdX4eRFhibMMsUQHFnYpeRrPNAKTxb9L5EFLKIyu78_nD36LX2ceJQWa88Dg/s320/DSC05254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420829023701343730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOeAqkUETCinLDvlpohyDNJrxeUKs1C6WV7ECzXuVgiQy6nBP4iX6lusoFJT5wC1xQD8pPTt_CU7lPLNap9pJFAovQuOKjiEKoZWyuFarxGTrl2aGRTGIqTa0X5kSO-DjiE6sXY_5tXw/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOeAqkUETCinLDvlpohyDNJrxeUKs1C6WV7ECzXuVgiQy6nBP4iX6lusoFJT5wC1xQD8pPTt_CU7lPLNap9pJFAovQuOKjiEKoZWyuFarxGTrl2aGRTGIqTa0X5kSO-DjiE6sXY_5tXw/s320/DSC05306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420830200031603826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDnCZ5qd1i2L8lvx02_V99NnymM8bHk-c8e_OjZDhZ8XHHHBZtStzbMHYFXjnEOknouSTnk4aU8yKMemmVxPz2RSu5WHOYeBPhWPdMjTVIbsI3DC2F_BO14JsK4niCgqopHmnBfznrn4/s1600-h/DSC05365(1).JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDnCZ5qd1i2L8lvx02_V99NnymM8bHk-c8e_OjZDhZ8XHHHBZtStzbMHYFXjnEOknouSTnk4aU8yKMemmVxPz2RSu5WHOYeBPhWPdMjTVIbsI3DC2F_BO14JsK4niCgqopHmnBfznrn4/s320/DSC05365(1).JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420830203791260658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpr7a3JNrPNlNxlP9D3-FEfACC0VAiCCB8VplYDwT8vNRwilo8CP2CTQhKs2e8aT71JDPQQ1v4d37QeRpL5_Ob7nEQDSO29tIgmXCzYvJu_8XCQ4KThm9zF8gafkOW_7OvocBfMrusnwY/s1600-h/DSC05374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpr7a3JNrPNlNxlP9D3-FEfACC0VAiCCB8VplYDwT8vNRwilo8CP2CTQhKs2e8aT71JDPQQ1v4d37QeRpL5_Ob7nEQDSO29tIgmXCzYvJu_8XCQ4KThm9zF8gafkOW_7OvocBfMrusnwY/s320/DSC05374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420830193679342514" border="0" /></a>Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-80933083996932461582009-09-01T21:37:00.001-04:002009-09-01T21:39:55.249-04:00Michael in the Hall of Fame...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/Sp3Msj3QU-I/AAAAAAAAACU/EPELS-jZ8Qk/s1600-h/Michael-Jordan-michael-jordan-225004_1024_768.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/Sp3Msj3QU-I/AAAAAAAAACU/EPELS-jZ8Qk/s200/Michael-Jordan-michael-jordan-225004_1024_768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376678596063548386" /></a><br /><br />It's here... and it's about time.<br /><br />Friday, September 11th the greatest NBA player of all time will finally be inducted into the NBA Hall of Fame.<br /><br />Although some dislike Jordan, and although some in the back row question the... *ahem* legitimacy of his '93 "retirement", there is no question he's changed the face of the NBA, basketball in general, and sports attire.<br /><br />I don't don't mind being called a "front runner", Jordon lover, or bandwagon chaser because there is no denying my man crush on Michael Jordan. Like a lot of pre-teen and adolescent kids in the early and mid-90's I'm a HUGE basketball fan because of Michael Jordan. To me there is no greater sport to play, watch, or enjoy.<br /><br />There are some other undeniable greats being inducted in the class of 2009 with Jordan. Namely David Robinson, and another who Jordan stole the Championship from twice, John Stockton. To me though, only one name stands tall on the NBA Hall of Fame class of 2009 ... and that's Michael Jordan.<br /><br />The best there ever was, the best there ever is, the best there ever will be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-24936148563682172072009-08-13T22:51:00.002-04:002009-08-13T22:55:58.013-04:00Bathroom remodelOur bathroom remodel is fully underway. Demo started July 31st when the bathroom was stripped completely down. Even the floor and the plumbing were removed! Weeks later, it is still a work in progress! We do have a half-bath on the first leve, but have not had an actual shower since July. There is an old kitchen sink in the basement with a sprayer. To shower, we go into the basement and hose off with the sprayer. Not exactly pleasant, but better than going without. I just try not to get dirty.<br /><br />Happily, we just finished the tiling of the walk-in shower tonight. My fingers feel like sore little nubs and I'm not sure that I have fingerprints anymore! Tony believes that the rest of the work will go quickly and that it will be done soon. I'll believe it when I see it!<br /><br />Remodel pictures complete with before and afters will be added soon!Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-41399807635722711722009-07-28T09:21:00.016-04:002009-07-28T10:29:09.144-04:00Summer funSo we've had a very busy summer. I've hardly been home for an entire week this whole summer, so there hasn't been much time to update the old blog here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfSGIXOGaAHIEF3pFxiARkxL780EhSJrcZwWd4TbTdWBT0lJMIVNVg9I0RHY640TJvgS8vvC9AxX5ehZeTwLIb2etblfqKvFsSvKq__OHh0MzZn6PdrxqHATxZgnmE-cfG2d2pmulgrAg/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfSGIXOGaAHIEF3pFxiARkxL780EhSJrcZwWd4TbTdWBT0lJMIVNVg9I0RHY640TJvgS8vvC9AxX5ehZeTwLIb2etblfqKvFsSvKq__OHh0MzZn6PdrxqHATxZgnmE-cfG2d2pmulgrAg/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363503582627194354" border="0" /></a><br />I kicked off summer by taking an amazing trip to Naples to vacation with my college roomies from junior year at Milligan. It's been two years since I've seen these girls, and<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYJ42pCiNSmSS0hR2AdBHeKIClsTLuLmJmOIxPPJ_8TqBz0_ka9hdYiZpUOAstsuwSDaW1DbRCuDVNFgtrzoyC2_4gVF4aKGa4v-Zy2ObvuXgbns2ZAMAZaFhUIY06aoGa2vgsf-6YWY/s1600-h/Archway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYJ42pCiNSmSS0hR2AdBHeKIClsTLuLmJmOIxPPJ_8TqBz0_ka9hdYiZpUOAstsuwSDaW1DbRCuDVNFgtrzoyC2_4gVF4aKGa4v-Zy2ObvuXgbns2ZAMAZaFhUIY06aoGa2vgsf-6YWY/s320/Archway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363502943825233010" border="0" /></a> as usual, once I was with them it seemed like no time had passed. It's nice to have that sort of low-maintenance relationship that can thrive without effort. I think it's great that we can be fine until one day it hits us all that it has been too long and we make an effort to do something about it! If we needed to do some catching up, a great place to do it is in the paradise we found in Naples. We had a beautiful place to stay thanks to Mr. Bobrow, Susan's father-in-law, a fun rental car that fit all our luggage, almost perfect weather, and a fun town to explore. I back fresh, with a bit of a sunburn, and with a renewed love for my friends.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLj2azNw4WiCKXV3fTG7SvBDWrW7BTPhhL3TDUlJqOe9S16CKPIdBk6HWRVUwTxdNtZAJ5ZE9oAmvBT8knTf9EYmWQHYsZkFB9CVCvzdheRIctrQGZTK6Jd7MO6YGNhaMoRAifkgZtvUg/s1600-h/IMG_0521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLj2azNw4WiCKXV3fTG7SvBDWrW7BTPhhL3TDUlJqOe9S16CKPIdBk6HWRVUwTxdNtZAJ5ZE9oAmvBT8knTf9EYmWQHYsZkFB9CVCvzdheRIctrQGZTK6Jd7MO6YGNhaMoRAifkgZtvUg/s320/IMG_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363504235927609346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KjLBO3yag6U6UDc0_XcFYRAJPByS6mFAivF5e1O1l-bgGj5Jk_-rSYsNK-7UjKF5UQVKcSCaZz9uB6MCbxKT9QYFMHfobjhnII6-hQa066PHzm36x2B-RtlAm7kcUwb7NPLChLSQeqU/s1600-h/DSC04127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KjLBO3yag6U6UDc0_XcFYRAJPByS6mFAivF5e1O1l-bgGj5Jk_-rSYsNK-7UjKF5UQVKcSCaZz9uB6MCbxKT9QYFMHfobjhnII6-hQa066PHzm36x2B-RtlAm7kcUwb7NPLChLSQeqU/s320/DSC04127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363505646473763394" border="0" /></a>A few days later I took a quick trip with my mom to Cincinnati, with a Saturday-long pit stop along the way at the big Columbus Quilt Show. I've learned that I actually enjoy going to these shows in small quantities. I love art, and as long as the world of quilting keeps heading in it's current direction, these shows feel a lot like art shows. The work that some of these people do is pretty incredible. I also like to watch my mom at these shows. They make her so happy and inspired. She actually pours over the program/booklet and pictures after the fact. We stayed at the show through the afternoon and then resumed the trip to Cinci where we stayed with and shopped with Sara. We headed back home on Sunday.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA90tPqVRm7oJ_2bqVyhuhMMQkvMaLn6BwKzpYkvzLNVX0oJ3CLldqO3d4hqdotsTwEVhRQ_xqmQMJWoAR4fqbZGVQxKHhUHbxhosvAtBCcdFPkWqH6wXVanUuYLSSVCnmAvjWAXqI41s/s1600-h/DSC04173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA90tPqVRm7oJ_2bqVyhuhMMQkvMaLn6BwKzpYkvzLNVX0oJ3CLldqO3d4hqdotsTwEVhRQ_xqmQMJWoAR4fqbZGVQxKHhUHbxhosvAtBCcdFPkWqH6wXVanUuYLSSVCnmAvjWAXqI41s/s320/DSC04173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363507100151644450" border="0" /></a>Tony and I took a very long weekend leading up to July 4th in Cincinatti. We spent time with some of Sara and Josh's friends for a July 3rd cookout, battled through the rain on the 4th, went to Ikea(see the picture of Sara and the boys playing in a kitchen there) and basically just relaxed that weekend. We didn't need to do too much because we planned to return to Cincinnati for Tony's vacation time in mid-July.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL4vEoYZ9f_-lZy0ksCvyJn9rp8ACkPgxi-hQe6DiGcet4tdqm0rxlb4YH7wWwwOdG7dwQfM6Ch0gDEfBXixHEowDzTChm64UkI-w7HuESf0kXccJ-uCT4FeyG4o_rsF2ZDJmFQ8YqaxU/s1600-h/DSC04279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL4vEoYZ9f_-lZy0ksCvyJn9rp8ACkPgxi-hQe6DiGcet4tdqm0rxlb4YH7wWwwOdG7dwQfM6Ch0gDEfBXixHEowDzTChm64UkI-w7HuESf0kXccJ-uCT4FeyG4o_rsF2ZDJmFQ8YqaxU/s320/DSC04279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363508484333961234" border="0" /></a>Every year Tony takes off a week in mid-July so that we can go to camp. This year's camp schedule was different, so we couldn't go, but he still had that week off. Well, what do we do when we have any time off work? Go to Cincinnati, of course. So, for the third time this summer we went to Cinci. This time We were staying for an entire week, but we knew that Josh and<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZa4SEUhyphenhypheniCLpLpY8ByGmGcvdqfz4RX1a2MZlPaFWT7svd-Eaw5Kfn2_KXZM4pWNy5kr1zYXi7uIbwLKRup8Afr3N4Cy-595MJ4BhVPOwXw5Oh_Y6IGFTj2zMzQ7i_Zm-Vus204yI9ASY/s1600-h/DSC04336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZa4SEUhyphenhypheniCLpLpY8ByGmGcvdqfz4RX1a2MZlPaFWT7svd-Eaw5Kfn2_KXZM4pWNy5kr1zYXi7uIbwLKRup8Afr3N4Cy-595MJ4BhVPOwXw5Oh_Y6IGFTj2zMzQ7i_Zm-Vus204yI9ASY/s200/DSC04336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363509059137920530" border="0" /></a> Sara would have to work. So after all our visits to Cincinnati, we decided to spend this visit being tourists. A quick Google search revealed many options for us. 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The Cavaliers picked up Shaq in one of the most lopsided trades in NBA history. Shaq for Ben Wallace, Sasha Pavlavic, and the number 46 pick in the draft, and $500,000. For you none basketball fans, that's a steal.<br /><br />I know, I know, "Shaq is washed up, old, and isn't the player he used to be". So? He's still stinking Shaq. He'll bring a big man and dominance in the paint that we desperately need. Who cares if he isn't the player he was in L.A., with LBJ it won't matter. He will help us win a championship.<br /><br />So, I'm happy today. Bring on the NBA season, and bring on June 2010!!<br /><br />Peace </p> <br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/BIGDOG%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/BIGDOG%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-29295548618889543562009-05-27T00:13:00.003-04:002009-05-27T00:51:35.994-04:00Being a Cleveland Fan is hard...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/Shy-uARa-WI/AAAAAAAAACE/uA2obWXiAeE/s1600-h/Cleveland%2BCavaliers%2Bv%2BBoston%2BCeltics%2BGame%2B0pBK_j9z9pel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/Shy-uARa-WI/AAAAAAAAACE/uA2obWXiAeE/s200/Cleveland%2BCavaliers%2Bv%2BBoston%2BCeltics%2BGame%2B0pBK_j9z9pel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340352955710896482" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/BIGDOG%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />In my lifetime Cleveland sports teams have lost and blown seven major opportunities I can think of. A few I don't remember, like The Drive in 1987, or The Shot in '89. Unfortunately some I do, like the '95 and '97 Tribe losing in the World Series, or the Tribe blowing a 3-1 series lead to Boston to miss going to the World Series. I've seen a Hero Browns team with a 10-6 record, become a Zero Browns team the next year. I've also seen a Cavs team lose in the Finals.<br /><br />I would hate to know the stories and griefs of the old timers who haven't seen a winning Cleveland team since '64. Oh how they must be dying to see a title. It's not easy being a Cleveland fan.<br /><br />I fear the Cavs are about to create yet another crushed Cleveland dream. What a fantastic year they've had. What a great team they were. Everyone thought they were invincible. Everyone thought they were unstoppable. The press, the fans, the Nation! Someone forgot to tell Orlando, because they're proving they're the team that's unstoppable. (If you don't follow sports, then know that shooting 50% from the 3-point range is unheard of. And Orlando is consistently doing it.)<br /><br />Some call me pesamistic, some may even say I'm a bandwagon jumper, but the truth is they can't match up against the Orlando Magic. I don't see them coming back from 3-1. Is it because it's impossible to happen in sports? Not at all. It's happened eight times in the NBA, and heck the Boston Red Sox did it to the Cleveland Indians a few years ago. But no, I see a Magic team that's more determined, with a deeper bench, and better shooters.<br /><br />Indeed, it's not easy being a Cleveland fan. In fact it's hard. I wish I were like some people that could just root for the current best team. Those people who buy up the Celtics, Patriots, and Giants gear the minute they win, claiming they're fandom... but I'm not, I'm a Cleveland fan, and I bleed Brown, Blue and Grey, and Wine and Gold.<br /><br />What angers me the most (again my pesamism is coming out) is no one forsees the Cavs winning 66 games next year. No one sees us being as good as we are this year. I don't see it either. This year we're seeing something special, and it's all about to come crashing down on us.<br /><br />I guess I'm writing this to rant. I guess I'm just trying to clear my mind of Cleveland sports.<br /><br />I'm not sure it helped....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-86281918185261668832009-05-15T23:37:00.004-04:002009-05-15T23:49:38.097-04:00More travel on the Horizon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jfl0IBS4Y9HYNe08b3Ka_FAJMg0plPmCLmA9-sgIFbSBu64sbfCKPGQwSfUFi3ELajOyktlHYSAhT3OFwnG5Pf6qR4oF61-Cs1GD4I-9Bae4aJ24m5kyikgqqBwStPpLK5-RSmTBWo8/s1600-h/Italy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jfl0IBS4Y9HYNe08b3Ka_FAJMg0plPmCLmA9-sgIFbSBu64sbfCKPGQwSfUFi3ELajOyktlHYSAhT3OFwnG5Pf6qR4oF61-Cs1GD4I-9Bae4aJ24m5kyikgqqBwStPpLK5-RSmTBWo8/s200/Italy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336263960130433282" /></a><br />I love to travel. Please don't ever tell me I have to stay put. I used to long for places that I had never seen. It was almost a feeling of homesickness for a land on which I had never set foot. <br /><br />I have prospects for travel this summer. The middle of June will see me in Naples with some of my favorite Milligan girlies. There will be multiple weekend excursions to Cincinnati again, I hope. Somewhere before school starts I'd like to go to a certain lakeside cabin in Louisville, KY. And I will wrap up my summer as usual at the Annual Former PCC Campout. <br /><br />In the slightly more distant near future (got that?) Tony and I plan to take a little weekend in Chicago to fulfill one of the items on my life list, a U2 concert (No Line on the Horizon- 360 tour).<br /><br />And last but not least, I envision a two week jaunt to Italy in 2010. The plans are in the works of my mind, and soon they will be actually in the works. I've got friends and some family lined up to go, a possible itinerary, and a little money saved up. Bring on the passport forms and the crash course in Italian!<br /><br />I hope to live long and travel well! 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style="line-height: 150%;">Talk about the Cleveland Cavaliers fills my ears for a good chunk of the year, especially in the spring. I enjoy about the last four minutes of a basketball game. Of course, four minutes of basketball time is about half an hour normal time. I usually wonder why the other three quarters are even played, nothing good happens until the end. Anyhow, the buzz that fills my ear these days is about what a good team the Cavs are, not just because they win the game, but because of how they play the game as a team. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">The conversation Sunday night around the dinner table at my grandma’s house eventually led to the Cavs. My uncle and husband quoted opposing teams’ players (don’t ask me who they were) who said that playing against the Cavs is so difficult on the morale of their own team because of how well the Cavs play together. One player said it’s like showing up to a big challenge for your own team, and the opposing team is just acting like they are there to play playground basketball. The Cavs just love being together and playing together. It seems to me that the other teams watch the Cav wistfully, wishing that they too could have that camaraderie. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">I think that most people who have tried physical training, starting a workout schedule, or just attempted to get into shape, know that these tasks are easier and much more fun when shared with a friend. Be it peer pressure, our competitive streak, or whatever, most of us are more motivated when another person joins us. I think that if we are setting out to run a race, to win a prize, we too are going to need a support network. </p> <p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">This makes me think about the sports analogies that are familiar to us from the New Testament.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><sup>Hebrews 12: 1”</sup>Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”</p> <p style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">The use of the word “Us” here indicates that this is not a single player event, this involves “us,” a team of people. There are people watching all of us, and so together, we must throw off the things that hinder us as a group, our preconceived ideas, our hypocritical judgments, and our feelings of superiority, anything that keeps us from presenting ourselves as a united front to all the witnesses. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">I think about how Atlanta might have felt when they faced the Cavs. The Cavs came out with so much spirit, determination, confidence, and love for one another that the Atlanta Hawks probably couldn’t help but feel fear and trepidation when faced with them. Now imagine if Satan and his minions were faced with a united front of Christians coming at them with spirit, determination, confidence in our assured win, and genuine love for one another.<span style=""> </span>Satan would be forced to bring his “A” game or turn and run. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">As a spectator, watching the Cavs can make you feel fired up. People like going to the games because cheering on a winning team can make you feel like you are part of something great. When the confetti falls in “The Q” at the end of the game, you feel the celebration too. So what about the witnesses watching us? Do they see something great, something worth getting excited about, something that they long to be a part of? <span style=""> </span>Sometimes Christianity becomes so organized, so procedural, so wrapped up in rules and regulations, that I wonder if people can look at us and see our joy. Do they just see the issues and the arguing that takes place, and think, “Wow, I’ve got enough of that going on in my own life”? Or do they see our genuine love and respect for one another, and our reaching together for a higher purpose and wish that they could be a part of something so big?</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Corinthians 9:24-27 gives us a much bigger purpose than just winning a championship trophy when it says, “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. <sup>25</sup>Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. <sup>26</sup>Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. <sup>27</sup>No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.”</p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">Paul knew that it was certainly important for him to be on the right track, but he also wanted to take other people with him. He knew that there was a purpose, something great to be earned, something to strive for. Paul reminds us that we are to pick up others along the way, while never letting our own eyes leave the finish line ahead. There isn’t just one trophy at the end, or one open position in heaven that for which we all contend. We don’t need to push, foul, scratch, or knock down other players, because in this sort of race, they are not our competition, they are our fellow victors. The more people the confetti falls on at the end of the game, the better the celebration. Let’s run our race so that others want to drop what they are doing, lace up their shoes, and join us on the trail. </p> Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-17853306837269852742009-04-22T19:35:00.003-04:002009-04-22T19:52:27.194-04:00Two years ago from today was a bright sunny Saturday. I spent the morning working at Express in Belden Village Mall. My last day working at any Express at any mall, I hope.<br /><br />After clocking out, I returned to my townhouse apartment where most members of our families and a few friends were assembled and loading two big pickup trucks and a few cars with everything we could fit. Not everything was put in as carefully as I would have liked, but almost everything made the trip to Wooster in one piece. The last things to be loaded in to my almost packed Jetta were two wailing kitty cats.<br /><br />Upon arriving in Wooster, the kitty cats went into and were closed into the upstairs bathroom, and everything else was carried back to the media room. As it turns out, the newly refinished hardwood floors were still not dry, along with the living room walls' paint. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IRDn_GY7U-Dl_pvleZChLZ7eaBjZv4sPqU__OI4CV3itVtbZuq1HiMaSn3Ni9E399ZNo3vGd0xDYkCwMh7OCODdF7DbPvWblk1sg20OqVUVCy4_ItO2ZgDohYBsMULmigLjTh3-GsT0/s1600-h/DSC02265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IRDn_GY7U-Dl_pvleZChLZ7eaBjZv4sPqU__OI4CV3itVtbZuq1HiMaSn3Ni9E399ZNo3vGd0xDYkCwMh7OCODdF7DbPvWblk1sg20OqVUVCy4_ItO2ZgDohYBsMULmigLjTh3-GsT0/s200/DSC02265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327666554347819394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We began unpacking and putting things into the places that they would belong for hopefully the next twenty years, at least!<br /><br />Since then, some things have changed both in the house and in our lives. New friends have arrived and some friends have drifted away. Old friends come to stay for days at a time, and they are always welcome, and sometimes I wish they would never leave. I started a job I loved at the library and left it for a job I love even more, which I wasn't sure was possible.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3lGMNak86NqY1RQ5ZQSwfAXjIwGAwfiphpRiXxdxATWHQYmQI_O5wRG7_wUjAj8eJk52rndUbmzQMVTjvV7LWrOEjNFItQHdkjOXzb-GdUbluLo1xu_WL6p4ZxaHXfMdCUPpr0tO3ek/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3lGMNak86NqY1RQ5ZQSwfAXjIwGAwfiphpRiXxdxATWHQYmQI_O5wRG7_wUjAj8eJk52rndUbmzQMVTjvV7LWrOEjNFItQHdkjOXzb-GdUbluLo1xu_WL6p4ZxaHXfMdCUPpr0tO3ek/s200/DSC02261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327666564731813074" border="0" /></a><br />Homeownership is exactly what I have hoped it would be. This grand old house is exactly what I wanted. I love making changes and improvements on something that is mine to keep. I love dreaming about what we will someday change and remodel, and the things that I love just the way they are. Sometime around last spring I also learned that my decorating personality can also carry outside in the form of flower gardening, which I definitely didn't foresee happening. I know that Tony could do with a little less bat drama and a little less yardwork, but those are just some things that make our house special and unlike anyone else's house. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRRVo_8S4w9K_01CJ-RpA9QkN6MmJLKxcNiM8xoRW_eWCeYZuU8-yROor5n-qjwCm6MPZWvwxSKFz-lHt_Tl0N1lISH-vIKaWhga61L-au6-CZRvGRfpxuX55MpgPbdgflkAl3eYqzZg/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRRVo_8S4w9K_01CJ-RpA9QkN6MmJLKxcNiM8xoRW_eWCeYZuU8-yROor5n-qjwCm6MPZWvwxSKFz-lHt_Tl0N1lISH-vIKaWhga61L-au6-CZRvGRfpxuX55MpgPbdgflkAl3eYqzZg/s200/DSC02256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327666562707687186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So happy HOUSIVERSARY. (I know it's not a word, but like I tell my students, "English teachers are allowed to make up their own words!) Come stop in to our little bit of joy on earth. Just call first, we always need to clean. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nb9Jcdl7lxcW4VfPoGklDNW2a2wXnh-y10Pt_kSNNoUR-c9eY7uosSFbYPoXKHs6PJh6vUi7xNHdmbP3JsqWYRUAeUjwi0XeorPTV55bmQFC6JdpqsOBTMOABlIF27TMBrjtfLaVZ-s/s1600-h/DSC02253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nb9Jcdl7lxcW4VfPoGklDNW2a2wXnh-y10Pt_kSNNoUR-c9eY7uosSFbYPoXKHs6PJh6vUi7xNHdmbP3JsqWYRUAeUjwi0XeorPTV55bmQFC6JdpqsOBTMOABlIF27TMBrjtfLaVZ-s/s200/DSC02253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327666549500502498" border="0" /></a>Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-40021585885029959952009-03-10T22:11:00.001-04:002009-03-10T22:14:40.375-04:00Broken CommitmentsCommitments March 11<br /><br />These days people break promises. I’m from a generation of people who will commit to doing something, but then, when the time comes, if we don’t feel like it, we look for a way out. A perfectly good excuse is all you need to get out of doing something. No longer is this a time of “a man’s word is his honor”, but instead, may the best excuse win. We are a people who are pleasure and leisure seekers and if we feel like we don’t want to do it, we don’t do it. <br /><br />I don’t like committing to things I have changed hair dressers, dentists, and doctors because the ones I usually went to expected me to have an appointment weeks in advance. I just can’t commit to that. I need to take things day by day, or maybe week by week. If I want my hair cut, I want my hair cut now, not in three weeks. <br /><br />It’s no wonder that we feel the need to really make others commit to something, to really be assured that they mean what they say. Even as children we want more than just an affirmative reply from someone. As children we start to say “Do you pinky promise?” or “cross your heart, hope to die?” or even “Do you swear?” because we learn from a very young age that people will not follow through with what they say. We know how changeable we can be. We get used to being let down. <br /><br />Even now, I’ve noticed among my students that they have trouble keeping to their commitments. This year I’ve overseen the Jr. Highers for Spelling Bee and Speech Meet and have had multiple students drop out or try to drop out at last minute. I’ve done everything between guilt trips and coercion to keep to their commitment to the event. When the going gets hard, the not so tough drop out. <br /><br />I just think that this changeability will lead to irresponsible and unfaithful adults. Your job is hard? Find an easier and maybe unethical way to do it. Marriage is hard? Well, get out of it. Raising kids is too stressful? Let the TV, school, and church do your job for you. <br /><br />There are people that don’t have a hint of changeability in their bodies. I know people who, if they said they will be there, they WILL be there, rain or shine. You need help moving? They will be there with a truck in the middle of a rain or snow storm. You need prayer? This person prays for you until your problem is resolved, and then they keep praying for you. You are sick or injured, perhaps you have a broken leg? These people will help you with anything from opening doors for you to bringing you meals. We all feel the blessing of people like this in our lives. We know the handful of people that we can depend on, and are glad for them. Do we ever ask ourselves, “Am I that person?” “Can others depend on me?”<br /><br />In Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount he says, <br /> 33"Again, you have heard that it was said to the people long ago, 'Do not break your oath, but keep the oaths you have made to the Lord.' 34But I tell you, Do not swear at all: either by heaven, for it is God's throne; 35or by the earth, for it is his footstool; or by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the Great King. 36And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make even one hair white or black. 37Simply let your 'Yes' be 'Yes,' and your 'No,' 'No'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.<br /><br />When it comes to our word to God and to those who depend on us, do we let our “yes” be “yes” and our “no” be “no”? When we say we will show up, are we there? When we tell someone we’ll be praying for them, do we forget about it the moment we walk away? Do we keep our promises to our children, our students, and teach them by example that they need to do the same? <br /><br />If we can’t be accountable to one another, how much more are we messing up in the eyes of our Lord? How many things have we agreed to do, or not do, in his name? We don’t like seeing the disappointed look in another person’s face when we let them down, which is why most of us prefer to do our letting down via phone, or e-mail, or by just not showing up. We don’t want to look into the eyes of the person we’ve disappointed. I actually think it is easier to disappoint God. He seems so big that sometimes we think he won’t notice the little things we do way down here on earth. We think, “Surely he is looking in another direction right at that moment, so he won’t really see this little thing I’m doing to let him down. It’s such a small, one time thing.” <br /><br />In Deuteronomy Moses reminds Joshua of the Lord’s promise, <br />“The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged."<br />We are again reminded of this promise in Hebrews chapter 13 when the people are being reminded of God’s faithfulness which will be doled out as a result of faithfulness shown to Him and to one another. <br />5Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, <br /> "Never will I leave you; <br /> never will I forsake you."[a] 6So we say with confidence, <br /> "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. <br /> What can man do to me?"[b]<br /><br />We have expectations for God. We wouldn’t want him to forget or forsake us. While we believe in our hearts that his promises are true, some of us remember in our minds what it feels like to depend on a promise and have it broken. We might sometimes doubt that promises come true because of our experiences with other flawed beings here on earth. I know people who have a hard time thinking of God as a “Heavenly Father” because their earthly fathers let them down so many times, that they don’t like to compare the two. On the surface we think, “Yay! What wonderful promises!” But deep down some people may be thinking in a tiny little voice, “When has anyone ever kept a promise to me?” While we DO believe, there is a little piece of us that is braced for disappointment. <br /><br />To begin changing this perception within ourselves and others we need to do two things:<br /><br />1. Remember that while we are created in God’s image, we fall miles short of living up to that image. No matter how many times we have been let down by people, God will NOT let us down. He is the exception to the rule. <br /><br />2. We need to do our earthly best to teach others what “I will not forsake you” means. We need to do our best to demonstrate God’s faithfulness to people through our actions here on earth. We need to let our “yes” be “yes”. People are so used to being let down, that it would be nice if they could see that there is another way. <br /><br />Let us continue on, trying to show the love of the Father to those around us here on earth, so that more can join us in his glorious promises.Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-23005573125231498422009-01-25T11:42:00.003-05:002009-01-25T11:53:59.797-05:00The Broken LegOk, it has been nine days since I broke my leg and I am quite a bit more upbeat than when I wrote my last blog. The beginning was rough because I wasn't sleeping, which made everything I had to do a much more emotional experience than was really necessary.<br /><br />Monday I went to the orthopedic where I was given a walking cast. I can't walk on it yet, still have to use the crutches, but it was such a relief not to have a permanent hard cast. This one I can take off to shower or get dressed. I do have to leave it on all the rest of the time. It is really tempting to take it off at night because it is so heavy and bulky and hard to get comfortable in bed, but I have followed the rules and left it on.<br /><br />Getting a walking cast really lifted my spirits. I worked all four days we had of school this week which I don't think I would have felt up to doing if they'd put me in a hard cast. My co-workers are so nice to me, helping me to do anything I need. Still, every day I came home REALLY exhausted and basically crashed on the couch until bed time. Crutching around the school is a lot of distance and really really wears me out. My students are really sweet about everything and really want to help me when they can.<br /><br />I am a little concerned because as of last night, my leg and foot are still freakishly swollen. I don't know if this is normal or not, but I really feel like it should have gone down by now. The people I've talked to about it have suggested that I have probably been doing too much, which I know to be true. After an event I had yesterday (Sat) morning at school, I have done nothing. I'm still sitting around in sweats today and I'm going to keep my leg up and just be lazy until I have to go to work tomorrow morning. Hopefully this will help things improve.<br /><br />So generally I feel good although I do HATE my crutches. I know that my injury is minor compared to things others have had to deal with and that I really have no right to be a baby about it. So, I will try to keep my spirits up, and I do really hope to be walking in my "walking cast" by the end of the week.Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-32503267098634694922009-01-20T21:29:00.002-05:002009-01-20T21:41:39.143-05:00I wanted a break... and I got one!!!I wanted to have a break in my last blog. I whined about getting some time off.<br /><br />Well I got it. Thursday and Friday we had "cold days" off from school. This was all great and peachy. I had plenty of time to get my work done and pack for my weekend trip.<br /><br />AND THEN I BROKE MY LEG!!!<br /><br />I loaded my car since Kelli called and was on her way. On my way in to get another armful, I slipped and fell on my lovely terra cotta tiles. I knew that I was hurt, but hoped that it wasn't as bad as I thought. As I lay on the floor wondering about the pain and the unevenness of my ceiling as I looked up at it, I didn't want anything to ruin my trip. I almost convinced myself that maybe it was just a sprain. I crawled through the house and pulled myself up on the couch. A few moments later, Kelli arrived. She loaded the car, and talked me through what we could do. We decided that instead of waiting to go to the hospital if we needed to in Louisville, that we would make a quick little stop into the Wooster ER.<br /><br />After finding out that my leg was broken, filling my prescription for Vicodin, we went ahead and started our trip to Louisville.Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-64925850024783602002009-01-14T21:45:00.002-05:002009-01-14T21:57:55.346-05:00Give me a snow day for crying out loud!The week has gone like this:<br /><br />Every morning I peep hopefully out my window. Nope. Not enough to call off school.<br /><br />Yet, by the time I leave my house, there is enough snow to make the roads slippery and my drive into school a terrifying ordeal.<br /><br />Then, around 1 o' clock, the snow starts to fall again so that we have awful drives home from school.<br /><br />I arrive at my destination shaken up, but happily in one place without incident.<br /><br />Until today.<br /><br />It was snowing like crazy after school when I threw all my school stuff in my bag and headed out the door "before things get worse." The roads didn't seem too bad. There were no cars anywhere. The road appeared clear except for the powdery snow that fell and blew around. I cruised down 30 going faster than I've gone all week on the way home, almost reaching 50 mph. As I neared Wooster, I came over the crest of a hill and thought, "What in the world is that?" There appeared to be a giant rectangular object taking up the entire left and some of the right lanes. My first thought was that it looked like a train wreck. I tried to slow down. My car tried to stop, but the road was ICE. I jerked forward as my anti-lock breaks did their thing. It's a terrifying thing, not knowing whether you will ever actually slow down or come to a stop. I finally slowed as I neared the object, which turned out to be a big ole' wooster sanitation truck (garbage truck) flipped over on its side, and pressing through the guardrail. I slipped by in the small empty space between the truck and the few vehicles that had pulled off in the shoulder to help, but never did make it to a stop.<br /><br />I feel like every drive I'm forced to make in this snow becomes more and more terrifying!<br /><br />Seriously! What is the use of snow if it doesn't get me out of school for even a single day! One day! That's all I ask!!!<br /><br />Snow is supposed to be a happy thing that brings a day off school! Come on!Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-17847351488889336982009-01-06T21:01:00.003-05:002009-01-06T21:26:54.535-05:00GiftsWell, Christmas is almost over here. Not completely over because I can't seem to take down my Christmas tree or the lights outside on my porch. There are still two other houses with lights out on our street, so I don't feel too shamed yet.<br /><br />The reason I want to write tonight is to tell about one of my Christmas presents. This year Gina returned some memories to me in the form of a shadow-box filled with the letters that I had written her in college. The box of course came with the stipulation that I am to copy the letters and return the originals. The letters were all written between 1997-1999 while I was in my 11-12 grades of school and Gina spent her first two years at Milligan. Reading the letters brought back so many memories as we read them aloud and laughed in our little group on Christmas Eve Eve. They told stories about friends, how I was feeling, who was doing what, who asked who out, what was going on in my family. Sara laughed and said, "It's almost like you were writing your boyfriend or something." I responded by telling Gina, "Hey, you may not have love letters from your college days, but you had me!"<br /><br />I love the 16 and 17 year old me. I loved her honesty, her innocence, her pure love for her friends. I love how important the little things were. I love that she just poured herself out on pages to show love to others. The letters, which were written on my personalized stationary, flute notepad, and Hallmark cards, are filled with feelings of friendship, loss, love, humor, rejection, and faith expressed through stories about everyday going-ons, funny little antidotes, drawings, quotes, and song lyrics. These were the days when long-distance calls were expensive, so they were rare, before cell phones and e-mail made it easy to communicate. These were the days when it took effort to show someone you cared, and we took that effort. Sometimes the 16 year old me reveals that she is writing in study-hall or chemistry class because she just can't stop thinking about something and has to get it off her chest. Life was in Technicolor. It moved fast. It couldn't wait.<br /><br />Maybe this is why I have chosen my profession. I love that age. I really care about my students as real people. They may be small people, but they are real people, maybe more real because they haven't learned to hide who they are like we grownups have. All their little problems are so relevant and real to them that my heart just can't help but empathize, because somewhere, deep inside, that 16 year old Carly is still there. While the letters were funny, and I mostly laughed, I sometimes felt sad as I remember the realness of some of the hurts mentioned in the letters. It just helps me to remember again, vividly, how hard it is to be young, and how easily those fragile hearts are injured.<br /><br />What a treasure has been given to me. To see this snapshot of our lives taken over 10 years ago helps me really value the fact that I still have this important friendship. Although the business of life and some laziness has kept me from really loving my friends like I used to, I remember that it is possible and I also remember how good it feels to love.Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-11296215107466320002008-12-17T21:43:00.002-05:002008-12-17T21:49:54.781-05:00Christmas is here!<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >I can tell Christmas is here because...</span><br /><br />There is glitter all over my living room.<br /><br />Vee-vee wore a little Santa hat.<br /><br />I'm getting ADORABLE Christmas card pictures of my favorite friends kids.<br /><br />My students are bouncing off the walls.<br /><br />The mall is open till 10. (Oh joy!)<br /><br />The gingerbread man is hanging in his spot.<br /><br />There is a countdown to Christmas on my classroom's whiteboard.<br /><br />One of my students built a manger scene out of legos to decorate my classroom.<br /><br />The bottom half of my fridge is stocked full of Christmas cookies.<br /><br />I feel the need to decorate myself with lots of jewelry and sparkley things.<br /><br />Monka and Josh are coming to visit TOMORROW!<br /><br />I have made plans with my friends for the annual CHRISTMAS PARTY!<br /><br />I bought Christmas cards just like every year but haven't, and will probably never, send them.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Yay! to all the signs that Christmas is here! </span>Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-52773760404125860622008-11-22T16:52:00.004-05:002008-11-22T17:11:47.135-05:00Leading up to Christmas!It's been an exciting couple of weeks. I wasn't free a single weekend in October and November is pretty much shaping up to be the same way.<br /><br />Last weekend was the ACSI Convention in Dayton. All the Kingsway teachers went. Pretty much your run of the mill convention. I did enjoy hearing Josh McDowell, the writer of Evidence that Demands a Verdict, speak, which was certainly the highlight. I also liked hanging out with the other teachers. We found possibly the world's best coffee house in Dayton, called Cafe Terra Cotta. The BEST chai tea I've ever had, no question. After the convention ended on Friday, my fellow teacher, Lindsey and I drove to Cincinnati, where Sara lives to do some shopping. I spent more than I've EVER spent at the Gap Clearance Center, but got some really great buys. Tres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzA-1QFUQnQ0L2sbM45XIiYgWrgIll5azR3VfgMVMOftrZV6kEk6pbcctPVuNNRDTpUAA3L3yoK9K1rrntjnlhIVab3eEZD6fYb1uxAshZxlJAw3ESecOahZCJi0KjZsbrKmAVf1Vvi4/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzA-1QFUQnQ0L2sbM45XIiYgWrgIll5azR3VfgMVMOftrZV6kEk6pbcctPVuNNRDTpUAA3L3yoK9K1rrntjnlhIVab3eEZD6fYb1uxAshZxlJAw3ESecOahZCJi0KjZsbrKmAVf1Vvi4/s200/DSC00700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271605318699176338" border="0" /></a> Fab as usual. On the way home from the Nati, we stopped at the Prime Outlets on 71, and then at Polaris Mall in Columbus where we shopped and ate at the Cheesecake Factory. Yum-o!<br /><br />This weekend has been a fun weekend of getting some more early Christmas shopping done. I can't wait to put up all my Christmas decor and am thrilled of the idea of putting back up my 12 ft tree! Yay! (See picture from last Christmas.) I've held back in spite of the fact that my some of my neighbors have put up Christmas lights! Next time I post it will probably be with pictures of my house decorated for Christmas!<br /><br />Well, I'm off. My fingers are too frozen to type anymore. I keep catching Tony with the heat set at 58 instead of the usual 63. I think I better go check, this feels like 58.Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-1232913629782708242008-11-07T23:01:00.001-05:002008-11-07T23:03:27.892-05:00My turn for Kingsway 7:45 a.m. devotions<p class="MsoNormal">Devotion for October 29, 2008</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John 3: 30</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have been asked to do things that I’m not prepared to do. I have been asked to lead classes that I know, deep down, I have no business leading. I have been asked to speak about overcoming things that I fail to overcome daily. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I once gave a class on overcoming fear to a group of women my mom’s age. Little did they know that I am afraid of everything. I am possibly one of the most fearful people you will meet. I’m afraid something will happen to my family members, or my house, or my car. I’m afraid I will fall down stairs. I constantly pray when I’m home alone. I’m afraid of every noise. I’m afraid to drive too fast or do anything that might cause me physical harm like skydiving, or skiing, or jumping off a diving board, or using power tools or seeing another person get hurt doing any of these things. Who am I to teach a lesson on overcoming fear?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A few years back I was asked to speak to a Sr. High group of girls about modesty. I had to wonder if the friend in the ministry who had asked to me to speak was hoping that I might learn a thing or two about modesty along the way for myself. I wondered if he knew that I struggled somewhere between being a woman of God and a woman who loves fashion and wearing the latest trends. Who was I to tell others what to wear?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Every year I attend a week of summer church camp as faculty and nearly every year I almost back out at the last minute because I’m not sure how I can possibly be of any help to anyone in a spiritual sense because of my own miserable spiritual state. Who am I to help them be closer to God when I feel so far away? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And now every few weeks I am asked to speak in front of a group of people who I very well know are leaps and bounds above me spiritually. People whose wisdom I often stand in awe of and feel incompetent to even have a spiritual discussion with, much less guide and try to impart my wisdom (or lack of) upon them. It’s possible that I have found no time more humbling than the days leading up to giving the devotion here. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The only way I have found to approach these situations is with meekness and humility. Leading up to last night I just kept praying, “Lord, find a way to use me. Let something useful come out of my mouth.” This is usually the way I felt in all of the instances I have already mentioned. I think “God, you know that I am not in any position to guide anyone right now, so please transcend my unworthiness and <i style="">somehow</i> use me for your purpose.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s the times that I feel really prepared and truly confidant that I fall flat on my face. <span style=""> </span>Many times I have prepared a really well-meaning and well-thought out letter, or e-mail, or speech that I feel I need to share with someone. I use carefully chosen scripture and pour my heart into just the right wording. I feel so sure that he or she that will receive this missive will understand my point and their lives will be forever changed by my remarkable rhetoric and enlightened thoughts and this person will be forever grateful to me for turning his or her life around. After all, it must be God’s will that inspired me to confront them with this issue in the first place. He must have expressly chosen me to bear this message to this person. These are usually the times that I undeniably offend someone. These are the times that I’m justly accused of self-righteousness. These are the times that my friend doesn’t wish to speak with me for a few months. And I’m always shocked and dismayed because I thought my intentions were so pure. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve realized that it pays to be inadequate. Only when we realize that we are insufficient to do God’s work without his help, can he use us. When I’m all puffed up with my own importance and the wonderfulness of the things I have to say, hoping that people like it, and then in turn, will like me, God’s purpose gets smothered. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In most of the opportunities to speak that I mentioned above, I realized that I was totally incapable of taking on the task before me by myself. These situations forced me to humbly dive into prayer and scripture in a way that I had probably neglected since the last time I was in such a circumstance. They change my thoughts from, “What can I do or say that everyone will really like?” to thoughts of, “God, just help me get through this, and, if possible, use me.” In the end I’m surprised by the encouragement I receive. I’m surprised when the class or event turns out to be a success. Sure I’m inexperienced, sure I will never be as intellectually elevated as other people, and sure my faith will sometimes be all but lost in a valley. It’s because of these things that I can realize it was by no merit of my own that God reached that anybody, but because He spoke through me when I let him. There is no room for our own glory in the message of Christ. The glory has to be all His.</p> <p><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">John the Baptist realized this in his ministry when he states in John 3:30, “He must become greater; I must become less. The one who comes from above is above all; the one who is from the earth belongs to the earth, and speaks as one from the earth. The one who comes from heaven is above all. “<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">John had been receiving a good amount fame through his ministry and probably could have become more famous if he’d been willing to toot his own horn. “Look at me, I’ve been chosen by God to reveal his message.” But instead he realized that the time had come to turn it over to the one he was sent to announce. He stood to the side and let Jesus have center-stage. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I think that we too can turn over all of our abilities, or lack of abilities as it may be, to God so that he can stretch beyond our inadequacies and do something greater than we could ever do if left to our own devices. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-75860687300734067662008-11-01T13:03:00.001-04:002008-11-01T13:05:18.013-04:00Milligan College Homecoming Weekend 2008 - Class of 2003 Five Year Reunion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSMejgV_Jor9oquD6svgmUl3akL5OyUv-btbsYV7uAK0X6TaoASzTi3NjJ_kfQXAj_SkGgIIa5fmcE4XR53HMdvWbMvAlJEo2Ucjcla7MqqwHYPJnGQdW0xgSIqdUNca3QQ4UkBUCRo0/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSMejgV_Jor9oquD6svgmUl3akL5OyUv-btbsYV7uAK0X6TaoASzTi3NjJ_kfQXAj_SkGgIIa5fmcE4XR53HMdvWbMvAlJEo2Ucjcla7MqqwHYPJnGQdW0xgSIqdUNca3QQ4UkBUCRo0/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263728605238218050" border="0" /></a>I had no idea how much I would enjoy Homecoming Weekend at Milligan. Since we decided to go I've just been thinking, "Well, I hope it will be fun" but haven't really felt super excited about it. As the days drew closer and I started seeing more and more of my favorite Milliganites respond that they were coming I did get more and more excited. By Friday night I was almost in a frenzy to see people from Milligan. Tony and I arrived way too early at the young alumni social and had to wait around to see people we knew, but I was just too ready to kick off the weekend!<br /><br />Being emotional and nostalgic as I am, I wasn't really sure how I would feel about being on campus. It always makes me sad to go back somewhere and realize that it is no longer the way that I remembere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WSvYE6A1I2e01peb2B_w8wXCM3vRkl6_4H3ynCmTSVDTMabvCF_2N-9s2_QSbIBGfjv6OjnCY65QIj3S3PF0lTvYupoFkfy3XJUA1ZdqEcm2p6DjPHiJOx2YqirgzN8FNKKJGms2-xw/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+082.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WSvYE6A1I2e01peb2B_w8wXCM3vRkl6_4H3ynCmTSVDTMabvCF_2N-9s2_QSbIBGfjv6OjnCY65QIj3S3PF0lTvYupoFkfy3XJUA1ZdqEcm2p6DjPHiJOx2YqirgzN8FNKKJGms2-xw/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263729018648382546" border="0" /></a>d it. This was not the case last weekend. As Tony said in the previous blog, and all of us mentioned to one another quite a few times to one another during the weekend, Milligan felt almost exactly the same. Because we were surrounded by so many well-known and well-loved faces, it felt like we had never really left. The only difference is that now some of us come with spouses and/or kids which somehow just added to the fun. Milligan was exactly the same beautiful, relaxing pl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbHyHnNxE_cblLN2Bkoy56cmfMhdjiXkv3noResYPOAicNIrobhgHVy75RRtWKoPX3ImKFgukaHKdhXB5RLqNf1sxtqDSVpYmJGwrvAbEMC0oWnXGPBQa-qncjChZimFsoBJ2YRWrRXA/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbHyHnNxE_cblLN2Bkoy56cmfMhdjiXkv3noResYPOAicNIrobhgHVy75RRtWKoPX3ImKFgukaHKdhXB5RLqNf1sxtqDSVpYmJGwrvAbEMC0oWnXGPBQa-qncjChZimFsoBJ2YRWrRXA/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263729820540112258" border="0" /></a>ace I remember it being. The picture to the right is of Derthick Hall, which was renovated during our years at Millgan. It is probably my favorite academic building because all my English classes were held there. Although there have been changes, they have been so well done that nothing really f<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6WfZJf6cBq-HujS18yuZtp2uxdb5j9tf09txWbI1qNtRctvdZReXnU6uXqGSJgetQKoJ7oFOK3IF6dW1VS5DKz-v-wqlOKvirn523Y_PQSQQhtPIFTx5dCHzGBojFL3k4ioNSkKw74Q/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6WfZJf6cBq-HujS18yuZtp2uxdb5j9tf09txWbI1qNtRctvdZReXnU6uXqGSJgetQKoJ7oFOK3IF6dW1VS5DKz-v-wqlOKvirn523Y_PQSQQhtPIFTx5dCHzGBojFL3k4ioNSkKw74Q/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730419761946338" border="0" /></a>elt out of place. I spent time walking around campus with the people I love, while we all tried to capture as much of these fabulous moments on film as we could. Check out the beautiful view from Sutton Hill, where I lived for three years. The other picture is of me in front of my dorm room door in Sutton.<br /><br />One thing I always am astounded by when I see my friends from college is that so little has changed between us. Sure, our lives have<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qFUpFM-6RTR9V-QtBrsvZzk7rpeRx8mNJJb5Aa_qoiSdmlBCbTg40WWTXWFxcRW00iYMbP19trjVzbvlIAyVxtQ_ntZW2nROsUWlCMnhl34K5pSmhddgKGJPg_O7kFqO_LHIrwbAHtc/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+022%281%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qFUpFM-6RTR9V-QtBrsvZzk7rpeRx8mNJJb5Aa_qoiSdmlBCbTg40WWTXWFxcRW00iYMbP19trjVzbvlIAyVxtQ_ntZW2nROsUWlCMnhl34K5pSmhddgKGJPg_O7kFqO_LHIrwbAHtc/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+022%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263731042660644722" border="0" /></a> changed a lot and sure, we have missed sharing a lot of things over the past five years in the way of happiness or hardship, but somehow that initial spark that brought us all together is still there. If possible I think we all love and appreciate one another MORE now that we don't get to see one another that often (or live together and daily become annoyed by one another's idiosyncrasies.)<br /><br /> I was especially thrilled to get to spend time with my roommates from senior year. We even took the <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFObEXD6LROK3OPy6j73HlZNpTgGpeLPTR_ck7LTIOro32uWkqv7BBd7w8Xcdf2fgDZJJFWq6BlpFbmyf-cTKNu7EK3fuGvu5mW7beMKGv9KR3VbaX0kCytijfdUe0lB_a_L9iLoE3WII/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFObEXD6LROK3OPy6j73HlZNpTgGpeLPTR_ck7LTIOro32uWkqv7BBd7w8Xcdf2fgDZJJFWq6BlpFbmyf-cTKNu7EK3fuGvu5mW7beMKGv9KR3VbaX0kCytijfdUe0lB_a_L9iLoE3WII/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263726906524281154" border="0" /></a>time to head up (via vehicle, not walking up Sutton Hill) to our old apartment to annoy its new tenants and take pictures outside the door. We talked about how we half expected to open the door and see the apartment exactly as it was when we lived there. Our old hand-me down couches we attempted to slipcover, our "entertainment" center set-up, our "borrowed" kitchen tables and chairs from Kegley Hall. For a moment I even wished that I could take a nap in my old bed, which has been my all-time favorite place I've ever slept.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kjATwcnqDLJ-TGGyJm9iF4W6UlOixfPsTZoR1zWN8i8okAZbTsd_uSz-JPFE_odKrUN7CBsxU3MmE2m8CGXi8NN408jnSA8Z0P3XtKtPJjZY0VGSpLDCd-P58lYqgqfJQWuTv7DDgdg/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+054%281%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kjATwcnqDLJ-TGGyJm9iF4W6UlOixfPsTZoR1zWN8i8okAZbTsd_uSz-JPFE_odKrUN7CBsxU3MmE2m8CGXi8NN408jnSA8Z0P3XtKtPJjZY0VGSpLDCd-P58lYqgqfJQWuTv7DDgdg/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+054%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263735166351623538" border="0" /></a>The entire weekend was non-stop fun while we made connections with most of our favorite people from our days attending Milligan. We visited professors, walked about campus, cheered at the parade, watched a soccer game, and ate at some of our favorite places. Saturday night we made the most of the last few hours we would get to spend with <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfi00zqLHVS4MsLZThqYt2T1kJ6FCuHF5K6jxKDi0AMvjvbjaZ0YyT1Dkm2vBt1jGOxs6ThbC6PgZmuIVdQNhucHtDJWeDw5iYaRyARgexK8q-As7UpjUKWma-bHyCcc0xMmUuLjVzks/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfi00zqLHVS4MsLZThqYt2T1kJ6FCuHF5K6jxKDi0AMvjvbjaZ0YyT1Dkm2vBt1jGOxs6ThbC6PgZmuIVdQNhucHtDJWeDw5iYaRyARgexK8q-As7UpjUKWma-bHyCcc0xMmUuLjVzks/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263734828053057362" border="0" /></a>our Milligan friends. Tony got to watch the Ohio State Game in Webb Hall with his old roomies, while a bunch of us girls (with the addition of some good-natured spouses) went to dinner at a very<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBi6rWJaDG7EJ3kXcAOoC6izi05igBN1AyKI890QOmbKbssi7pjx-OaB622j2KQwBuAw4wHPBlRGq8SrR5vU5_JoUeYO-7zTnvqzSYJgM0AzgCjcinEnm9J9xwyJjEPZmsOyvOjhHAtI/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBi6rWJaDG7EJ3kXcAOoC6izi05igBN1AyKI890QOmbKbssi7pjx-OaB622j2KQwBuAw4wHPBlRGq8SrR5vU5_JoUeYO-7zTnvqzSYJgM0AzgCjcinEnm9J9xwyJjEPZmsOyvOjhHAtI/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263734452874883570" border="0" /></a> nice and unique German restaurant in the not-so-nice or unique downtown Johnson City. Over hearty servings of brats, schnitzel, and goulash, we reminisced about the times we spent together traveling Europe. In the end it was well worth the chilly wait for a table to seat 12 because of good food and great times.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjug50DHW6BF5n7F6nS_597MdMuFPncejL1KW1zAAQr6EzSUad-bvYj69d1UiX9rxDX9hAywry1m0AdrX4q0KTL4A6tORJjn2oZf4ddlekncOCzdVaR1ZTHbV8hoaJFItRD2PoIVdF5mtc/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjug50DHW6BF5n7F6nS_597MdMuFPncejL1KW1zAAQr6EzSUad-bvYj69d1UiX9rxDX9hAywry1m0AdrX4q0KTL4A6tORJjn2oZf4ddlekncOCzdVaR1ZTHbV8hoaJFItRD2PoIVdF5mtc/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263732325626292050" border="0" /></a>I can't imagine my life without the four years I spent at Milligan. So much of who I've become depended upon the things I learned there, the people I met, and their influences upon me. Here's to seeing you all in 2013!Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-55099922383688005622008-10-30T09:42:00.005-04:002008-10-30T10:18:18.248-04:00Milligan Homecoming....Five years...<br /><br />It's been five years since we've been out of college and it feels like it's been... nothing really. It doesn't feel like it's been five, two, or even ten years. Going back this past weekend and seeing everyone really felt as if we were coming back from a long summer break. A lot of familiar faces were around, walking campus felt the same, it was really almost like we never left. The only difference was the huge new building right in the middle of campus. Even the new building, oddly enough, didn't seem out of place.<br /><br />All of this brings me to another thought. One I'll try to explain with clarity but will no doubt be lost in the fog of my craziness (if you got to know me you would understand that my thoughts are a little crazy at sometimes).<br /><br />It could just be me, and it probably is considering I constantly remind my wife I have a black heart void of feeling, but as I reflect on the past nine years of my life I don't really feel anything about anything. I told you it was crazy. I've done kind of a lot since I started college. For one I went to college, but from there I've been a youth minister, been a driver instructor, been an executive with the Boy Scouts, and lived in three places. Realizing of course this is nothing compared to what some people do and go through, to me it's still a lot of things. But I don't feel connected or disconnected from any of these events. It's almost as if the only reality is me sitting here typing this blog. The rest is more or less a dream or something surreal.<br /><br />Not to say I didn't enjoy all of it, or that I don't think about people from each period in my life, it just isn't real to me. Getting crazier isn't it.<br /><br />For instance, if I were to pick up and go back to Milligan tomorrow I probably would feel as if I had always been there and never left, and everything I did in the time between would be just a dream. But this holds true to any event or time. I could pick up and go back to High School and feel completely normal, neither caring or not caring about what I picked up and left (besides my wife of course). It's as if I could place myself in any point in the time/space continuum and be content and comfortable wherever it may be, and wherever I might be at a certain point would be my reality while everything else is a surreal dream.<br /><br />Alright, enough of Dr. Phil, I really started this post to reflect on this past weekend. Of which I have some sweet pics yo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/SQnAC7NSARI/AAAAAAAAABM/JS66hxffuko/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/SQnAC7NSARI/AAAAAAAAABM/JS66hxffuko/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262948796044804370" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a pic of me the bathroom of the place we stayed. I only put this up because it's one of the few pics of me on the trip. I was designated camera man for most of the pics.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/SQnA13CW3bI/AAAAAAAAABU/XXgq0MLyQvg/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/SQnA13CW3bI/AAAAAAAAABU/XXgq0MLyQvg/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262949671098572210" border="0" /></a><br />This is a picture of a sweet looking gnome thing that was in front of Carly's old college apartment. Whoever lives there now is obviously hip, because putting a Santa Clause hat on a gnome is hot. I just think he looks cool. Carly on the other hand still isn't sure why I took it. After looking at it, now you all know why.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/SQnBemddP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/7ItLLeTV5ak/s1600-h/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/SQnBemddP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/7ItLLeTV5ak/s200/Milligan+Homecoming+2008+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262950371023470546" border="0" /></a><br />And finally, here is a pic of Aaron Speak and I chillin' in Sutton Hall while our wifes are up looking at their old dorm rooms being nostalgic. Funny thing is, this isn't the first time I've had to wait for Carly, sitting in these same chairs. At least now I can afford electronics to keep me occupied.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Alright, if you made it through that post I owe you a cookie. And it will have to be an oreo because I don't bake cookies.<br /><br />There are more pics from the trip that we'll probably post soon.<br /><br />PeaceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-10022665145566098452008-10-22T21:28:00.003-04:002008-10-22T21:34:31.119-04:00Poor MonkaThere are some profs at the University of Cincinnati that I would love to give a piece of my mind to. Leave my sister alone you big BULLIES! Why take a sweet, smart, hard working girl, who hopes to make the world a better place and leave her a weeping mess? Your students are people. THEY ARE PEOPLE. They have lives, they have families, and they have FEELINGS! Or at least they used to before we turned them over to you people. Crushing their spirits will not make them better doctors. All it will do is crush their confidence and cripple their abilities to perform, leaving them unable to show you what they really can do. They are capable if they have made it this far. Trust that one year of your abuse would be enough to weed out the incapables. Now, lighten up, help them learn, and mold them into good doctors!Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-90728396659749122052008-10-22T20:10:00.008-04:002008-10-22T21:25:39.182-04:00This week in my life...What a crazy week it has been! I drove in to school today just as the sun began to rise. I drove home with it blinding me as it retired for the day. Sun up to sun down. Perhaps I am spending too much time at work?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_-P89uTFnAKGaf7VuPeJZ-qu1EQVlZJnbx2JaBTllnLuoBkzoEhxK_glCkdnG4iZZFSejQ40kBhuM5h55xkdR9mr7k7p0dSlcMv3jHAqBVatcx-cUTuhB7MqBX3zJo0soaif3SjOVsM/s1600-h/Fall+2008+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_-P89uTFnAKGaf7VuPeJZ-qu1EQVlZJnbx2JaBTllnLuoBkzoEhxK_glCkdnG4iZZFSejQ40kBhuM5h55xkdR9mr7k7p0dSlcMv3jHAqBVatcx-cUTuhB7MqBX3zJo0soaif3SjOVsM/s200/Fall+2008+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260135920387084578" border="0" /></a><br />Thursday was 70s day at Kingsway. Only 3 other teachers dressed up, and I was by far the MOST over-the-top, which I am fine with. The kids love it when we get into their stuff. Anyway, I have these fabulous 70s dresses from my Aunt Robin (she made and wore them in high school) and I just couldn't let them go to waste. A few of my students and I wore them and had a blast that day. I believe we were the grooviest by far.<br /><br />This weeken<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF1ytGOIx5YROomQI7h9iVXzt1UyCzCmEC4VEWPgX1RDk7HYZyo2xfU8YisER-_WD7U_U-BSHoY599kzNMtW0yh2hxJsu3MGM1kbxLqs4Z72XkxRq1oIrA6Pcd2YBMOIUYxdCziRRkP0w/s1600-h/Fall+2008+022%281%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF1ytGOIx5YROomQI7h9iVXzt1UyCzCmEC4VEWPgX1RDk7HYZyo2xfU8YisER-_WD7U_U-BSHoY599kzNMtW0yh2hxJsu3MGM1kbxLqs4Z72XkxRq1oIrA6Pcd2YBMOIUYxdCziRRkP0w/s200/Fall+2008+022%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260140691522282258" border="0" /></a>d was a crazy, busy blast while I spent time with one of my favorite people to ever cross my path at Milligan or anywhere else. Sarah came to stay with me this weekend to attend a wedding on Saturday. As usual she helped me reevaluate things in my life like some of my friendships, perspectives, and relationships with food. Sarah has been all over, met all kinds of people, and had some amazing revelations about relationships with people and with God. I always learn so much when I'm around her. She has such an honest open spirit which is so refreshing and helps me to take inventory of my own weaknesses in those areas. We had some fun times with coffee, veggies, and the AAA guy. The lovely picture to the right is of us at Wooster Panera. Other lovely places we ate over the weekend include: Melvin's, The Hungarian Pastry Shop, Starbucks, and Wendy's. Wooster has so many fabulous places to take a visitor!<br /><br />Sunday night, after we had each spent time with our families, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasCLzd6yu2n3GcWzn_GaEHVqlFjjH0tc49aF1kjh5xE3ExOjVQWB3yNTR88tJwH1NQnhJATJRx0N68GpEQW9MK7NQFWL4W7_52n9y1V6q-oh1ta5eRZknrzQP-IXcGgiqgFMCgnVE0fM/s1600-h/Fall+2008+051%281%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasCLzd6yu2n3GcWzn_GaEHVqlFjjH0tc49aF1kjh5xE3ExOjVQWB3yNTR88tJwH1NQnhJATJRx0N68GpEQW9MK7NQFWL4W7_52n9y1V6q-oh1ta5eRZknrzQP-IXcGgiqgFMCgnVE0fM/s200/Fall+2008+051%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260141978851851810" border="0" /></a>we returned home where we found Tony and Jim (my brother-in-law) playing Rock Band II. Jim had just gone out the night it was released so he could have it at midnight. I'm a little afraid to try the instruments, so instead I became the vocalist! The boys were a little annoyed about how long it took me to design my character, but she HAD to be cute! We just need to become a better band so I can buy some fabulous clothes. Check me out down below. I love singing along to the songs I know, and to laugh while muddling through the ones I've never heard. I sang one about having 200 hundred couches for you to sleep on. (A-wha?) It was such a blast and I feel inspired to host a Rock Band Party. Dust off your favorite 80s rocker outfit and wait for an invite. I'm so doing that! The picture is of Tony and I rocking out on Sunday night. (Our living room doesn't really scream "Rock Band," does it?) I can't wait to play again.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiXwCA4B47YUcLjfg5F2SbxK_so6KZ445Mqj-illU0E-ntv_4CSN-_NJ7exl05FhV_COsLQjDiWcfT2Xt0aB5rT1rtgfFy3lnFzjyt4s_rvAS0R5QxukHdb-ZQ8Va_0x0SkbE5Y4i8rs/s1600-h/Fall+2008+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiXwCA4B47YUcLjfg5F2SbxK_so6KZ445Mqj-illU0E-ntv_4CSN-_NJ7exl05FhV_COsLQjDiWcfT2Xt0aB5rT1rtgfFy3lnFzjyt4s_rvAS0R5QxukHdb-ZQ8Va_0x0SkbE5Y4i8rs/s200/Fall+2008+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260142690117457730" border="0" /></a>Carly Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392295518411074432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6223991661727969839.post-69399261455995804882008-10-17T08:46:00.002-04:002008-10-17T08:51:30.259-04:00Camping...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/SPiJRxZN5AI/AAAAAAAAABE/Uj7KOMk3058/s1600-h/Boy+Scouts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fm5ZSWo5pg/SPiJRxZN5AI/AAAAAAAAABE/Uj7KOMk3058/s200/Boy+Scouts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258103503364940802" border="0" /></a><br />Well I'm off for a wonderful weekend away...<br /><br />Well, I'm going camping anyhow. At the illustrious 7Ranges camp in Kensington Ohio. It'll be fab.<br /><br />So wish me well. I'll build a few fires, maybe sleep in the woods, and like Ross (from Friends) watch out for bears.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0