tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620230490094043482024-02-18T20:07:31.836-06:00His Dream My Reality By: Elisia JeanaeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262023049009404348.post-10989334861313729082013-10-23T13:09:00.002-05:002013-10-27T18:45:22.746-05:00Flu Shot Drama<br />
As a person who has a fear of needles, the phone call from the pediatrician's office reminding me of my daughter's appointment for the flu shot was the last thing that I want to hear. The first thing I remembered after opening my eyes this morning was the voicemail from the doctor that I never checked. Ugh! The appointment is today and somehow I had it written in my calendar for Friday.<br />
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Did I mention that I called last week before the funeral to reschedule. <br />
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After all, in the last week I have sat in the middle of what I call a chaos tornado. I've had a sinus infection, Emmie is teething, and I've been playing catch up on family birthday gifts (we had 4 this month). Let's not mention the untimely death of my uncle and the trip to Atlanta that followed. (<i>Girl, get yo life!</i>)<br />
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The "I don't want to put my big girl panties on and grow up" part of me wanted to call and reschedule, again! But as I brushed my teeth I looked in the mirror and I realized that I'm some body's momma and I need to get it together! <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Attitude stank and all</span></i>, I got up made some breakfast and proceeded to get us ready for the dreaded flu shot. We made it to the appointment, survived the shot, dropped by Sam's for some Huggies, and Emmie was knocked out before we made it back to our exit. I would like to interject here that I should have gotten the attitude under control while I was standing in the mirror, since I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>didn't</i></span> you know there was all kinds of drama along the way!<br />
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The Emmie doesn't want her hair combed kinda drama.<br />
The I lost the comb right before I lost it on her kinda drama.<br />
The I left the iPad in the house kinda drama.<br />
The I'm in the car and realize I didn't comb my own hair kinda drama.<br />
The we pulled out the driveway at the time of the appointment kinda drama.<br />
The I called the office to tell them I was running late and they took a deep breath kinda drama.<br />
The red car in front of me is driving 20 on the freeway kinda drama.<br />
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I am really working on trying to get myself together and somewhat drama-free, but I'm realizing that this motherhood thing is a seriously humbling experience! <br />
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No one likes funerals, but the bright side is always seeing so many family members all together. This past week my family buried my uncle in Atlanta. I was apprehensive about going because of the hassle of making such a trip with my girl. I'm so thankful that I did, we got to see so many distant cousins that I haven't seen since I was a kid. It was so sweet to hear people recall knowing me as a child and now meeting my daughter. There is really nothing more special than the feeling of love that runs within a family even on such a sad occasion.<br />
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My Uncle Slim was the epitome of the uncle that every family has. The one that you have so many memories of that bring a smile to your face. He was the uncle that I told Chris about while we were dating and couldn't wait for him to meet once we got married. He was the uncle that you know no matter how tall you grow or how old you get, he always sees you as a kid. Uncle Slim was the uncle who fit the description of every comedians jokes. <br />
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During the remarks at the service my Daddy spoke about the brother-in-law that he inherited when he married my Mom. He talked about how they were both men who had married two sisters in the same family. They are definitely two very different kind of men as Daddy noted by quoting Uncle Slim, "Brother-in-law I'm an outlaw, and you're the law so I don't know how this is going to work." Nevertheless, they were two men who could share a cocktail and talk man to man. His absence will definitely leave a hole in our family and his off the cuff whit will be missed. My Daddy read this poem that he felt was fitting to memorialize Uncle Slim.<br />
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I have worked in the fertile earth and planted a garden, so I know what faith is.</div>
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I have listened to the birds caroling in the early morning and at dusk, so I know what music is.</div>
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I have seen the morning without clouds after showers, so I know what beauty is.</div>
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I have sat before a wood fire with old friends, so I know what companionship is.</div>
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I have walked the paths of quietness along the forest floor, so I know what peace is.</div>
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I have dwelt in the valley of remembrance and on the hills of home, so I know what love is.</div>
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I have seen the miracle of spring, the fruition of summer, and beauty of autumn, followed by the repose of winter, so I know what life is.</div>
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And because I have perceived all these things, I know what God is.</div>
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Today is my Mommy's 54th birthday! I'm not sure what you find exciting after doing this 53 times before. I'm running out of bright ideas and I'm only on 28. <br />
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Jean, as she is affectionately known around here, is Claire Huxtable and Evelyn Braxton all wrapped up in one! She has plenty of wisdom, lots of love to share, and "will knock the piss out of you" if you take it too far.<br />
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It wasn't until she turned 50 that I realized that she too was once a young woman with dreams for her family. She didn't take the road well traveled...instead she blazed her own trail and I am so thankful that Neish and I make her proud.</div>
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We have always been pretty close, but Emmie's arrival has in my opinion enshrined her in the Mommy Hall of Fame. Emmie's Jeanie is never out of songs to sing and books to read. Being a grandmother is definitely her calling!<br />
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I know she wakes up each day a little happier because of my girl. I'm just so thankful that I could bring joy to her world for all of the years that I probably turned her gray!</div>
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Happy Birthday Mommy/Jeanie!!!</div>
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I could say that I haven't had one big truth but along the way, especially in adulthood, I have small truths that have hit me and encouraged me at different times. You know like Oprah says you have an "aha moment". I really love when you are reading through your Bible and something you NEED to hear just jumps off of the page. <br />
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I am guilty of not always being so enthusiastic about reading my Bible or having a "quiet time". But it seems like when I make the time to sit down, slow down, and really get quiet to hear God speak He never ceases to amaze me. In this season of my life God has constantly reminded me that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-weight: bold;">He is in control</span>. I'm not always cheerfully accepting of His plans over mine but I know His plans are far better for me. <br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jeremiah 29:11 - "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." </span></i><br />
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This is one of those moments that I need to take a deep breath and exhale because I am what most would consider a Type A personality. Driven, goal-oriented, a perfectionist, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>a control freak</b></span>....and all of the other characteristics that keep my Things To Do list long and my brain on overload. So to work so hard to at what I consider so important and plan things the way that I want them to go and then they go totally different has been a BIG lesson for me. Not just a lesson in life but something for me to work through in my relationship with God. <br />
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It's in those moments when I have to accept and really embrace that I am lil' ol' me and He is the Creator of this world and omnicient, omnipotent, and omnipresent. So why is a girl like me so stressed that my life looks so different than the one I had planned when I graduated from college. How did this super ambitious, career girl become a stay-at-home wife and now mom? I know that His plans are far better because I absolutely love staying home....and not just because I spend my day with this super active and adorable 15 month old. <br />
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The last 4 years of staying home have kept me at the foot of His throne because I was so far off of the path that I had laid out for me. When life is going well it has been so much sweeter because I would have never planned it this way. So whenever I hit a rough patch mentally and spiritually I tape Jeremiah 29:11 to my bathroom mirror to remind the girl I see in the mirror that He's got it! <br />
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Saturday morning the hub's alumni association chapter is volunteering at the local food bank.<br />
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Then Saturday afternoon my Emmie is invited to her girlfriend's 2nd birthday party! Small people celebrating ;)<br />
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To cap off a super busy Saturday his is on this weekends menu for the hubs and I. It just happens to be a favorite around here. Run, don't walk, to get the ingredients to make this....your stomach will thank me! And don't ever say that I didn't help you! ;)<br />
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<a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/guy-fieri/grilled-salmon-gyros-recipe/index.html">Grilled Salmon Gyros on the Food Network</a><br />
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<img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/elisiasigcopy.jpg" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262023049009404348.post-61621170543919999932013-09-05T16:29:00.001-05:002013-09-05T16:29:34.513-05:00I Wish...I could be disciplined enough to get up before my kid every morning.<br />
I could keep all of the drawers in my house neat and organized.<br />
I could read my Bible and Bible study everyday.<br />
I could work out and be fit despite my laziness.<br />
I could not be lazy....I digress.<br />
I could be a better friend.<br />
I could sing (it's definitely not my gift).<br />
I could more optimistic than fearful.<br />
I could have more faith when it's not all good.<br />
I could really swim and not just float.<br />
I could really enjoy motherhood.<br />
I could let go of who I want to be and really embrace who God wants me to be.<br />
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Lately I've been feeling very unorganized and in my attempts to get organized I find myself stressed out! The perfectionist in me knows that I have got to get it together, but the "so out of order" mama that I have become is fighting against it. I need order for my Emmie and most importantly for myself. If I don't have some order everything in my world suffers. Unfortunately, I have become very dependent on a calendar and a "things to do" list. <br />
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I have read about people like this...you know the kind that need alarms on their phones, their ipads, and sticky notes on their mirrors. I have been trying very hard not to become one of those, but I a, headed that way quickly. The thing that has surprised me most is that it's not just one area of life, it's everything. This past Sunday I stayed up until 11:30 finishing up so much needed "housework", cleaning out the microwave and refrigerators. Along the way I found other things that needed to be addressed, so naturally I made little sticky notes and left them on my bathroom mirror and the microwave.<br />
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As I was turning in for the evening my guy comes in as says "what's going on, am I in a twilight zone? I feel like I'm on The Color Purple, you have notes everywhere." I couldn't help but laugh and then I realized that's it! When I don't have it all together that's what it feels like, a twilight zone. Leave it to my guy to put a finger on it! Here's to coming out of the trance. ;) <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Proud dad...she was clinging tight to avoid her nap!</td></tr>
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To end the weekend on a high note tonight we are grilling salmon from <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/guy-fieri/grilled-salmon-gyros-recipe/index.html" target="_blank">Guy Fieri's Grilled Salmon Gyros</a> and going to RELAX. My salmon has been marinating for a few hours and it's just the easiest way to put a meal on the table that tastes good and doesn't require a lot of clean up. I don't make it into gyros but I do make the tomato and onions and I usually pair it with a salad and baked potato. It really is the perfect summer meal and something that everyone will enjoy...plus it looks really fancy. ;) I hope you have had a wonderful weekend...Monday is less than 12 hours away! <br />
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This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."</div>
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And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!</div>
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Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!</div>
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Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!</div>
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But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!</div>
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Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!</div>
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Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.</div>
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And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"</div>
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-Dr. Martin Luther King </div>
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Well today is Monday and I'm hoping that this week will be a little less eventful than last. Last week I was glued to the tv trying to keep up with the Trayvon Martin/George Zimmerman trial, Aaron Hernandez's arrest, Paula Deen's N-word fallout, the Boston bomber's indictment and the Supreme Court's ruling on gay marriage and voting rights. All of which made for an interesting news week. Of course there were other news stories that were not as highly publicized but these kept Twitter and Facebook abuzz! For some reason I feel like the news is always more interesting in the summer. Maybe because I can actually slow down and watch it...who knows! I am so not a news junkie, I don't even watch the nightly news but I have been all on <a href="http://www.ajc.com/">www.ajc.com</a> for the latest on Paula Deen and <a href="http://www.boston.com/">www.boston.com</a> for everything Aaron Hernandez.<br />
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On top of the crazy news week we celebrated our 5th anniversary on Friday. To make it extra exciting we spent the afternoon in the pediatricians office with a reaction from the 12 month MMR vaccine. So much for "celebrating"! ;) It's always exciting when real life trumps the fairy tale you wish for! Now that we have beat the 101.7 fever and now have the rash that rounds out the reaction, I can say this we should be better very soon. Better in that my parents arrive tomorrow and Emerson's Fairytale First Year (1st Birthday) Party is on Saturday! Once all of the family leaves town and the floors are re-mopped...I can kick up my feet and really relax because the grandparents are here on Emerson Duty! Maybe Chris and I can sneak away and go to dinner or something. Last year we had a 3 week old baby that we were afraid to leave, what a difference a year makes.<br />
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So here's to an exciting but quiet Fourth of July week! I just realized that today is July 1st.... I am begging that no one do anything foolish this week. We have had enough foolery in June...just ask the NFL! <br />
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I absolutely love this color for the summer! It's OPI's Mod About You. Two years ago, I went in for a routine pedi and the girl recommended this color. She told me that it was very popular, but I had never seen it. I am the girl that finds a color that I love and sticks to it! So I was probably still stuck on some neon orange color and needed something new. I immediately was a fan and bought a bottle on my way out of the salon. Like all things that you fall in love with, when I went in for my next pedi she told me that the color was being discontinued so I bought 2 bottles. Needless to say somebody must have made some noise because here it is 2 years later it's still here. <br />
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It is my summer staple, as a matter of fact I was in the nail salon when I realized I was in labor! I had gone in to get a polish change the afternoon before I was scheduled to be induced. While I was sitting there I realized that I wasn't feeling too hot and my mom and I started timing my contractions. Thankfully, I got my toes right before delivery because I don't remember much from delivery (other than the pain) but I specifically remember the baby's nurse ask my mom about my polish. I was delirious from drugs and exhausted from pushing, but I heard her say my toes were cute! ;)<br />
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I don't know how long it has been since I last posted but this time I am FOR REAL about posting consistently! My motivation is to document this little nuggets growth, and unfortunately I've already missed this first year. So from here...I am so serious about keeping up. Before I really didn't know what to blog about. I knew I wasn't a fashion blogger, I mean I like to look cute but shopping is just not what I love. I wasn't a mom before, but I really enjoyed reading about other people's children. I wanted to motivate people and share my love for Jesus, but it was a little too intense without something else to balance it out. Now my life is a lot of different stuff all at once and I'm trying to balance it all and not lose myself. I want to be authentic to who I feel I am everyday when I share my heart and my thoughts here! So fashionista, interior designer, momma, chef, Jesus lover, etc are all apart of who I am and on any given day one may shine brighter than the other. I guess that is what motherhood is... a balancing act. All of the things that I used to have under control are so far down on my priority list because my day starts with a cry as an alarm clock and a bed time story signals the end of the day. But I am still giving everyday 110%! I am still serious about keeping my house clean, my marriage happy, enjoying my family and friends, and the newest thing on my plate raising a heck of a little lady! <br />
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The thing is, I am so passionate about living my life well but it doesn't always translate well into my day to day. So I am going to keep it REAL here, so prepare it won't always be glittery but hopefully it will be encouraging! ;) <br />
<img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/elisiasigcopy.jpg" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262023049009404348.post-64848316416451825082011-04-29T12:30:00.001-05:002011-04-29T12:30:00.205-05:00You Put the Devil Out, But Did You Let Him Leave His Bags?You got out of a bad relationship because it was bad, but you are still resentful and angry.<br />
You got out of financial debt, but you still can't control the desire to spend on frivolous things.<br />
You got out of a bad habit or addiction, but you still long to try it just one more time.<br />
You said, I forgive you, but you can't seem to forget and have peace.<br />
You told your unequally yoked mate that it was over, but you still continue to call.<br />
You got out of the horribly oppressive job, but you are still trying to sabotage the company after you left.<br />
You cut off the affair with that married man/woman, but you still lust after him/her.<br />
You broke off your relationship with that hurtful, abusive person but you are suspicious and distrusting of every new person you meet.<br />
You decided to let go of the past hurts from growing up in an unstable environment, yet you believe you are unworthy of love from others and you refuse to get attached to anyone.<br />
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When you put the devil out, please make sure he takes his bags!!!!<br />
<img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/elisiasigcopy.jpg" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262023049009404348.post-36841652212890666442011-04-28T12:30:00.000-05:002011-04-28T12:30:01.923-05:00Couch to 5K<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirB5rQYO-lcSHXphip35-3LG30HbwRdXm5INlIjKy8VWJKy09F3cGx-IPqR8069gpgfW2B4dIALBFxbcTkfXDzckEuJWu8om0kMUjYXQBmH4gDRf2fhFeH7DdCFroFZ9RQ9aq07tX-zvA/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-25+at+21.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirB5rQYO-lcSHXphip35-3LG30HbwRdXm5INlIjKy8VWJKy09F3cGx-IPqR8069gpgfW2B4dIALBFxbcTkfXDzckEuJWu8om0kMUjYXQBmH4gDRf2fhFeH7DdCFroFZ9RQ9aq07tX-zvA/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-25+at+21.10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">After my first run! ;)</div><br />
I've never been a runner, and have not really had any interest in being any type of real workout buff. But I have to say that being married to a professional athlete is motivation to keep your self pretty tight. In high school I was a cheerleader and in the color guard ("flag girl"), so this whole idea of lifting weights is pretty foreign to me. Two years ago I did boot camp with my NFL BFF and it was worth it! It was the "buffest" I had been in years. So now that it has warmed up and I pulled some spring/summer clothes out of the closet to start wearing, I figured I may want to get toned and lose a few pounds. So my goal is to lose 10 pounds and keep up this fitness thing long after the summer. <br />
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Neish, Ginny, and I have committed to doing the <a href="http://www.c25k.com/">Couch to 5k</a> programs to get started. Now, I'm not saying we're going to run any type of marathon, but we'll how this progresses. So, here's to becoming summer fly and fit for a lifetime! ;) <br />
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Well, we're not really Locked Out any more! But we're not really back to normal yet either. The guys haven't returned to their teams, they haven't resumed working out, they're not practicing.....so they're still kinda locked out! Even though a judge has ruled on the injunction against the lockout in the players favor, the NFL and the players are still on two different pages. Matter of fact the owners are filing an appeal on the ruling and are saying that it is out of this judge's jurisdiction to even make a ruling on this matter. So basically, in boxing terms this was just Round 1 and who knows how many rounds there will be before this is over. Thankfully, there are still 4 months until this interferes with the season! <br />
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Who are these Memphis Grizzlies?!?!?!? Mister is originally from Memphis and I have adopted as my second home town, so the Grizzlies versus Spurs series has been on at our house. For many years Memphis' biggest basketball team was the University of Memphis Tigers because there was no NBA team. So to say that Mister and his family is excited about the Grizzlies in the playoff is an understatement. Don't mention the fact that they are leading the series 3-1! Memphis is such a "small, big city" so it's normal to hear people talk about the guys on the team as though they are related to them. Mister has been pretty excited to see the home team come alive this year, especially against a team that was picked to win it all! So I had to take a timeout from documenting our regular life and mention that the Grizzlies are definitely making their city proud!!!! Go Grizz!!! ;)<br />
<img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/elisiasigcopy.jpg" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262023049009404348.post-20813724622729327152011-04-25T21:07:00.000-05:002011-04-25T21:07:24.145-05:00Easter 2011I thought that this weekend would be very relaxing and low key...but it was everything but that! Friday I thought I was going to do a volunteer project through our church...it didn't happen. Instead it was a slow day for me, I got up late and never quite recovered! So instead we, like everybody else in the city, went to the Galleria to get some last minute accessories and stuff! Then Saturday I washed my hair, got a polish change, and then headed out with the crew to take pictures for my Grandmother's Mother's Day gift! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sunday was a typical "get to church" kinda Sunday! We got dressed and hit the door. It was a pretty day, but very windy! All in all, it was a good weekend...I mean nothing I can say we did can compare to the fact that years ago they found an empty tomb! That's what we're smiling about ;) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/elisiasigcopy.jpg" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262023049009404348.post-254134081686132442011-04-24T21:31:00.000-05:002011-04-24T21:31:52.351-05:00He Is Risen!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/nhx8FHYBs7k?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Our church choir sang this on Easter Sunday my senior year in high school and I danced with the praise dance ministry to it that year. That was the year that it became "real" for me that Easter was really not about eggs, candy, dresses, or speeches. Now every time that I hear this song it takes me back to that place and it makes me think of the cross and an empty tomb! That is EXCITING to me. ;)<br />
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8:00<br />
Mister - wakes up<br />
Me - turns over<br />
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9:00<br />
Mister - eats breakfast and does his quiet time<br />
Me - wakes up<br />
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10:00<br />
Mister - work out<br />
Me - starts working on my "Things To Do" list<br />
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11:00<br />
Mister - still working out<br />
Me - maybe reading blogs and emails<br />
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12:00<br />
Mister - still working out<br />
Me - probably headed towards the shower<br />
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1:00<br />
Mister - still working out<br />
Me - finishing lunch headed out to run errands<br />
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2:00<br />
Mister - finishing up the work out<br />
Me - probably dropping by to see Bryce and Daylen<br />
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3:00<br />
Mister - home to shower and eat a late lunch<br />
Me - checking to make sure I have everything for dinner<br />
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4:00<br />
Mister - checks his email and handles his business (<a href="http://www.SoSportz.com/">www.SoSportz.com</a>)<br />
Me - helps Mister with his "Things to Do" list<br />
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5:00<br />
Mister - telling me about his day<br />
Me - listening to Mister talk about his day<br />
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6:00<br />
Mister - back to working (<a href="http://www.SoSportz.com/">www.SoSportz.com</a>)<br />
Me - start dinner<br />
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7:00<br />
Mister & Me - eat dinner<br />
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8:00<br />
Mister & Me - watch tv<br />
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9:00 - 12:00<br />
Mister - watching tv<br />
Me - knocked out on the couch<br />
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Usually by now Mister with his team for off season workouts. Or what the football world calls OTAs (Organized Team Activities). My days would typically be the same...with some slight variations. All in all, being locked out is a blessing and a curse. A blessing because Mister is around for a longer period of time and we get to spend some QT together. A curse because of the uncertainty of this season. I, like most other folks, love football so I hope to see both sides come to an agreement. But I do know the importance of the fight and I support the players in all that they are fighting for. So if that means no football for a few months so be it! My prayer is that the money goes where it's most needed and the game is safer once this is all said and done.<br />
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The NFL is not just a game of football that is being played on Sundays every fall, it's a business. It is the way that thousands of men support their families, risk their well being, grow as men, compete as warriors, bond as friends, and play a game that they so passionately love. The funny thing is that every man who plays the game at this level will tell you it's not what they thought it was, that it was their dream to play in the NFL. But very few walk away from the game because they love it and they have played since they were boys. So this lockout is not to take away the game but to enhance the it as well as the lives of the men who give so much to it! <br />
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This morning I had to take a time out!!!! My eye was not right....it was red, swollen, and ugly!!!! It all started yesterday morning when I was washing my face. Last week I started using an exfoliate on my face since the weather here is warming up and my face gets pretty oily. Well yesterday when I was washing my face apparently I got some of the beads from the face wash in my eye. Of course I tried everything to get it out, so I rubbed and washed with water. All day my eye felt like there was some grains of salt sitting underneath my eyelid! I tried to wash it out again last night and nothing significant happened. This morning when I woke up I looked like I had fought Mayweather in my sleep. Ridiculous!!!!!! <br />
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This morning I was officially out of commission! I went to the eye doctor for some relief. She said that I scratched my eye with the beads from the exfoliate. After a few drops I'm feeling much better and my eye is looking a lot better! <br />
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I have spent the last 6 months watching Mad Men on iTunes on my computer trying to catch up and now this foolishness! This is the first time that I've been all the way up to date on the show...I am completely ready for Season 5. Now the producers want to fight with the production company to get whatever it is that they want....and as the result no Mad Men until 2012! <br />
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I'm not going to hate on the Mad Men folks...they are going through exactly what the NFL is struggling with. So I'm going to patiently wait for season 5....because I totally understand what it's like to be the guy fighting the big boys to get what you deserve. <br />
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I'm usually not into watching NBA basketball but this weekend I kinda got into it. I usually only watch during the Finals or when it's very close to the finals. Mister is a big fan of Derrick Rose because he went to the University of Memphis. I happen to like Rajon Rondo because he went to the University of Kentucky when I lived in Kentucky. Since we were home hanging out on the couch we watched the Bulls and the Celtics (they didn't play each other). The Bulls game was really good and then the Celtics won at the end! Last night Mister and I put some salmon on the grill so that I could try out this new recipe. It turned out really good! So here's what will be on our table this week:<br />
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Sunday and Monday: <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/guy-fieri/grilled-salmon-gyros-recipe/index.html">grilled salmon gyros</a> and salad<br />
Tuesday and Wednesday: tacos and mexican rice<br />
Thursday and Friday: grilled chicken breast, sauted green beans, and corn on the cob<br />
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Here are some pictures of my test ride of the grilled salmon gyros.....<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiK1F0ISb9MfboU0gsLRnoO2cl9wpK4qsVSfY_-y6HdefCNfrUN8s50s-rojwPyAJluikzBiY29jqfNb9XgGhY71i1xvXa-A6cXeV5jvhIPDIoGQ_oFKi6PMsukygFFP37sxzdZ7PBiE/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiK1F0ISb9MfboU0gsLRnoO2cl9wpK4qsVSfY_-y6HdefCNfrUN8s50s-rojwPyAJluikzBiY29jqfNb9XgGhY71i1xvXa-A6cXeV5jvhIPDIoGQ_oFKi6PMsukygFFP37sxzdZ7PBiE/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is what my nightstand looks like!!! It's not very decorative ;) But this is what I need everyday....and I really use almost every one of those books everyday! Reading is something that I really enjoy, but I'm never caught up. I really wish I was the type that would read instead of watch TV, but there's something about reality TV that has me hooked. I envy the people who are sitting in Barnes & Noble with their cup of coffee really enjoying their book. Whenever I'm there I'm in a rush to get back to my TV with all of the shows that I've missed on dvr. ;) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So here's what's in my book stack: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. Crazy Love by Francis Chan - a book I'm reading with some other ladies ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. The Spiritual Journal - for my quiet time every morning</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. The Life Application Bible (NKJV) - my Bible</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">4. a spiral notebook - because I ran out of room in my spiritual journal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5. Sony Reader - it has a lot of my books that I read for pleasure</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">6. some random pamphlet from church</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">7. my journal - I write interesting things at interesting times...not everyday!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">8. God's Promises - when I need a pick me up</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">9. Esther by Beth Moore - the Bible study I've been trying to finish since training camp ;)</div><br />
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"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world." -- Psalm 19:1-4<br />
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Monday & Tuesday: spaghetti & salad<br />
Wednesday & Thursday: chicken pot pie<br />
Friday & Saturday: tacos & rice<br />
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I don't have a clue what we're going to do this weekend....so I don't know what we'll be eating! This past weekend I went to a baby shower at Pappadeaux's, usually I'm not a fan of them, but I had a really good Seafood Cobb Salad. I've been wanting it again since Saturday. I tried to convince Mister to go there with me on Sunday after church...it was a negative!!!<br />
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To top off the fact that I'm late posting the menu I have to include these pictures of my chicken pot pie that I've already killed. And the oven where I forgot to put a cookie sheet under the pie....so of course my house smells like a camp fire! I was in a rush and completely lost my mind....so now I have to endure the 5 hour self cleaning oven. Hope you're having a wonderful week! Happy Hump Day!!! Blessings ;)<br />
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