tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73049653899948234512024-03-05T15:35:51.984-06:00Adams AdventuresSara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-33529112875845377042017-05-03T22:00:00.000-05:002017-05-03T23:11:44.525-05:00Bulldog Baby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a blog post! Today I want to share Caleb's sweet nursery. Before we knew Hannah
Grace was going to be a girl, I had this glorious dream idea for a nursery.
What if we found all of the old Mississippi State memorabilia and made a
nursery with it? I mean, you do all know how big of a Mississippi State fan I
am, right? Of course, this would only work for a boy! Enter our fantastic
Mississippi State themed gender reveal for Hannah Grace (link here: <a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2013/10/baby-adams-tailgate.html">davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2013/10/baby-adams-tailgate.html</a>)
and bam, my hopes and dreams of an MSU nursery were shattered which was fine
because I was thrilled to welcome a baby girl. It took me until I was 8 months
pregnant to figure out what I wanted to do for a baby girl nursery and until
Hannah Grace was 2 months old before it was finished! And I love how it turned
out (link here: <a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2014/04/linen-lace-and-sugar-spice.html">davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2014/04/linen-lace-and-sugar-spice.html</a>).
I was pretty much the most indecisive pregnant woman in the world when I was
pregnant with Hannah Grace!</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">We started making
plans to move Hannah Grace into her big girl room last January 2016. No we
weren't pregnant yet, but let's be honest--our nursery room is the world's
smallest room. It doesn't work for much else other than a nursery! So Hannah
Grace got moved to the bigger room slowly but surely (now probably wouldn't be
a good time to admit that all of Hannah Grace's stuff finally got moved out of
the nursery two weeks before Caleb arrived, would it?). Maybe one day
I'll post photos of her sweet little girl room! It really turned out super
cute. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">I started dreaming of
Caleb's nursery with my first pregnancy. So I was ready to go when I found out
it was a boy this time! My inspiration for his nursery was a calendar that
comes out every year that is full of vintage (frame able) Mississippi State
football programs. I found one from 2013 for $1 on Amazon, and my Mom
happened to have another old one free of charge. I picked my favorite six
programs, and the hymns that once hung above the changing table became football
programs and a pop of color for the room. My favorite is the Liberty Bowl
program in the middle because it ties our Mississippi State love with our
Memphis home. </span></div>
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was the baseball MS pillow. We found this while shopping one day in downtown
Starkville before we knew Caleb's gender. I told my mom that if it was a boy,
that's what I wanted first for his nursery. She came through and bought it soon
after we found out Caleb was a boy. It may be a new pillow, but the MS logo is
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">We kept the same chair from Hannah Grace's
nursery. It's my favorite chair in the house! A precious gift from my in- laws,
it took me 4 weeks to decide on what fabric I wanted (did I mention I was
extremely indecisive last time?). Still love it! The "vintage"
blanket is from my college days, and I love that when it's folded over, Dudy Noble
peeks through! Because yall know that's Mama's favorite place. </span></div>
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nursery, I didn't have a table next to my chair. It's a small hole, and I never
found what I wanted or something that I wanted that would actually fit. I found
this at a Rhea Lana's sale for half price at $5! A quick coat of spray paint,
and here we are. I am loving this table. It's so convenient for bottles, pacis,
etc. It holds a lamp, a newborn photo and a clock. Because I never knew how
much I'd be sitting in this chair with Caleb. Did I mention how very much the
boy loves to SLEEP while someone is HOLDING him?! At least with a clock,
I know how long I've been sitting in one place!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">The crib is the same
from Hannah Grace's room--a family heirloom that first originally held me as an
infant. My Mom often says she wishes that she had a list of everyone that has
slept in it. Honestly, I wish I had a list of those that have slept in it since
we acquired it at our house too! There are a lot of friend’s kiddos that have
napped over here in this crib. I still love it just as much as when we
originally set it up. I kept the bed skirt, but pulled the lace topper off, and
my Mother in Law remade the crib bedding. I had this vision of the back of the
crib being like a jersey. Admittedly, I sent Erin Brown, Richie Brown’s wife a
text one Sunday and asked her to take a picture of the back or Richie’s jersey
so that we could make it authentic! Luckily, my Mother in Law works at the
Awards Place in Collierville and was able to describe to the guy cutting the
letters exactly what I wanted. We opted for Caleb’s sweet name instead of his
last name like the actual jersey would be. Mainly because Adams could have
doubled as a first name, and I didn’t want anyone confused. Love the way it
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Now before anyone gets mad at me, all of these pillows/animals are removed when Caleb goes in his crib. My family counted the number of pillows in my house last time they were in town. Let’s just say, I have a pillow obsession!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">I had a lady on Etsy take the old football Maroons logo and crochet a pillow out for his crib. Additionally, I found this sweet football pillow at Target and it happened to go with our neutral color scheme.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">The last pillow is the most special. This pillow is made from my old Diamond Girl jersey. How cool is that? Did I mention my Mother in Law is the best?! She makes my dreams a reality! It’s a special pillow with lots of meaning to Caleb’s Mommy.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">The blankets on/in his crib are all very special too.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">My brother’s girlfriend had the one in the back right made. It’s perfect for tummy time (though Caleb hates tummy time). The crocheted one on the right was made by a special friend’s grandmother when we had Hannah Grace. We used the blanket then, but it matches Caleb’s room so well that we keep it out a lot. The solid maroon blanket on the left was done by David’s grandmother. She has a tradition of making all of her great-grandkids a baby blanket. So very, very special. She always lets us choose the color, and I’m thankful she was willing to use maroon for Caleb instead of the typical baby blue. We’ve used this blanket for the background of a few pictures already. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">See the other blanket
in this photo? That Mississippi State blanket is super special too. When my Mom
was in college, she had a laundry bag that she used. That was it. Canvas with
Mississippi State University and Bully on it. When I was collecting items for
this room, she asked me why I didn’t take the laundry bag. I told her that I
didn’t have a use for a laundry bag. At that point she gave me the idea to make
a blanket out of it. Enter my amazing Mother in Law, yet again, and voila, we
have the perfect baby blanket. She backed it with soft cream fleece, and it’s
already serving as the spot for Caleb’s monthly photos. I love it, and the
history behind it!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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heirloom family dresses were replaced with heirloom family pennants. I spotted
these babies at my grandfather’s house a few years ago and asked for them if we
found out we were having a boy. They belonged to my uncle, and he gladly
offered them. The two hats were my brother’s when he was a kid and sport the
baseball logo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">The top portion was
updated with a football, Ron Polk’s baseball playbook, an autographed baseball
program from my parent’s days at State, a pom pom, a stuffed Bully from when I
was a kid, and a cowbell (because who can have a Mississippi State room without
a cowbell?). Speaking of cowbells, please check out our sweet boys mobile! I.
Love. It. I think this was the second idea I had for a Mississippi State
nursery—right behind the football programs framed above the changing pad. I
tied cowbells to a grapevine wreath. And yes, they do make noise. Because…clanga!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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about doing a vintage nursery is that you get to go through a bunch of things
that you already have. My parents came through in a big way on this nursery!
There is a lot of stuff in this small space! If you remember from Hannah Grace’s
nursery, I pinned a smocked dress to a frame that both my cousin and I wore in
weddings and my mom made. I replaced that with memorabilia from my parent’s
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Yes, it says “Go to Hell Ole Miss” in my son’s room. And half of
my friends don’t have any issue with that. That rusted old license plate came
from some very good friends in Starkville. I used to house sit for them all of
the time when I was in college. I would also use their pool when I needed a
good suntan. They were getting rid of some things and gave this to my Mom
because they know how much she loves Ole Miss...not! It decorated our cabin in
Starkville forever. Lucky for me, Mom was willing to let me put it in Caleb’s
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Bulldog that Mom and I found at the Cotton District Arts Festival. We all have
large versions of this Bulldog too. A college kid did it, and we all loved it
so much that we all got one. The bottom two were done by a Chi Omega sister,
Kristen Ley, while we were in college. They feature the world’s largest
dormitory, Old Main, that burned in a fire in the 50s and the cowbell. Both
have a little description on them. Random fact. Kristen owns Thimblepress which
is super adorable. She currently has a line for Target that you should go buy
everything from! It is so, so, so cute! It’s geared for Mother’s Day, and I
think it’s awesome! I mean, a Chi Omega from Mississippi State is featured at
Target (link: <a href="http://www.target.com/bp/Thimblepress">www.target.com/bp/Thimblepress</a>)!
Go check it out!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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dresser, I collected special MSU items as well as sports things (Hobby Lobby
has a great selection). You'll see Caleb's MSU and baseball newborn photos
framed. The glove he's in is one of our good friend's gloves that he used when
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by a very good family friend, and I thought it was perfect for a nursery. The
little cowbell was done by our friend Piper Reaves Free, owner and artist of
Reaves Ringers (link: <a href="http://www.reavesringers.com/">www.reavesringers.com</a>).
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send it to Caleb. And if you know me, you know why this is funny! The other baseball was taken from my last
game as a Diamond Girl that happened to also be Coach Ron Polk’s last game as
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hospital to my husband that Caleb didn’t share his birthday with anyone cool.
Hannah Grace shares her birthday with Martin Luther King, Jr. which is pretty
cool. Caleb shares his with Howard Stern. </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "wingdings"; font-size: 12.0pt;">L</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Sigh. I was complaining and playing on Facebook in the hospital
when I saw the most glorious news. Not only is January 12<sup>th</sup> Caleb’s
birthday, but it is also Ron Polk’s birthday. What fabulous news! I seriously
couldn’t believe it! How amazing is it that our little man shares his day with
one of Mississippi State’s greatest!?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Diamond Girl would do! I sent Ron Polk a birth announcement with a note. The
man never forgets anyone, but the birth announcement did have my photo on it.
And I signed it with what year I was a Diamond Girl. Guess what? About a week
later, I received a typewriter written letter from the great RP himself congratulating
us. Love that man! So many of my college memories have him in them!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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nursery! Hope you enjoyed it! There aren’t
many Pinterest pins for Mississippi State nurseries. I literally searched every
sports team for inspiration and in the end, I’m thankful that my parents kept
so many special things. Caleb’s nursery wouldn’t be the same if they hadn’t!
Thanks for stopping by!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Here it is! The moment you've all been waiting for (well, maybe YOU haven't been waiting for it, but I sure have been waiting for it!). When we were looking for a house, this teeny, tiny room that we now call Hannah Grace's nursery was the one negative. But we looked at it and looked at each other and said, "baby furniture is small!" And so we purchased our first home. For awhile, it served as our Mississippi State guest bedroom that looked like this (whole other blog post): </div>
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As you can tell, we kept the valence and curtains that were previously in the room. The curtains are blackout curtains made by David's mom for the previous room decor. Those curtains can make her room look like a cave! Amazing how they work! The wall color stayed the same too. </div>
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Everyone was so surprised when I said that her room didn't have a theme! They were mainly surprised that the theme wasn't OWLS! And while you'll find touches of owls throughout the room, I didn't want it to be the only thing that Hannah Grace remembered about her room one day! Plus, I didn't want to overwhelm her with all of the owls this early in life! ;) Everyone kept saying, "you have to have a theme!" And so, linen and lace was born. I wanted something very neutral, girly, and full of heirlooms. I think I accomplished my goal, however, never in all of my life have I been so indecisive. Some women say that pregnancy made them moody, emotional, sick, etc. Well, I'm here to tell you that it made me downright indecisive! I remember trying to pick out fabric after Christmas (she was born 1/15, remember) and debating the decision so much that you would have thought it was a life altering decision. I laughed and told myself to just pick one! All of my swatches were practically all the same anyway!</div>
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To the right when you first walk in is a high boy chest of drawers that I "rescued" out of someone's trash. I asked if I could have it, and the wife told me no because they were going to redo it. She called an hour later and said that her husband wanted me to come get it because he didn't want to load it up and redo it! You can imagine my husband's joy when I told him that WE were going to load it up and take it home from Starkville in our Equinox. He wasn't very happy with me! A little paint and some love and David says it's one of his favorite projects I've made! And now it holds all of Hannah Grace's clothes. Well, some of her clothes. Not all. </div>
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The frame has one of her owl newborn pictures in it. The little owl is an owl piggy bank given to her by her great uncle. </div>
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Moving on around the room, you'll find the crib, which of course is only currently used for naps. This crib was mine when I was a baby. Funny story that I'll spare you most of the details. It goes like this:</div>
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1. I wanted to use my baby crib.</div>
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2. Mom said it wasn't as Jenny Lind as I was thinking and had solid sides on the end.</div>
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3. I thought solid sides would make the room look smaller (and it would have).</div>
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4. David and I ordered a white Jenny Lind crib. David put it together.</div>
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5. At Christmas, my Mom got my old crib from my aunt's house to put at their house in Starkville.</div>
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6. I saw it being loaded in the back of the truck, realized it didn't have solid sides (like she claimed), and fell in love.</div>
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7. David and my brother set crib up at Starkville house. I love.</div>
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8. David and my brother take apart said crib and load up in our Equinox to take back to Memphis.</div>
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9. David builds crib in Memphis and takes apart Jenny Lind crib.</div>
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10. Jenny Lind crib goes to Starkville where, thankfully, my Mom puts it together sparing my husband having to put together yet another crib. </div>
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Sigh...pregnancy indecisiveness again!</div>
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Oh, but isn't it just beautiful!!! All kinds of spindly goodness!</div>
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And now for close ups of the lace. I FINALLY found lace on Etsy around Thanksgiving. I fell in love with it, but you never know what lace will look like when you get it if you order it online. Mom and I decided that for the price I would be paying, it was worth a shot to see what we'd get. Said lace was coming from China (save it, I'm sure I supported a sweat box) and didn't arrive until 3 weeks later. Longest 3 weeks ever! To make matters worse, I did LOTS of online shopping for Christmas (to avoid having to walk around at 33 weeks pregnant). Every day the FedEx/UPS man would come, and I would wondered if it would be lace day!</div>
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But isn't it gorgeous?! I had found a shower curtain on Etsy (<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/161220246/bella-lace-ruffle-shower-curtain" target="_blank">link here</a>) for my inspiration. Yep, a shower curtain. </div>
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Trust me, after looking for months for inspiration, a shower curtain was a welcomed thing because I finally loved something! Close ups of the lace:</div>
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Inside of the crib, you'll find some of the very first things I bought for Hannah Grace--the two owls. I just love them!</div>
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Minnie Mouse is from my friend that works in Disney! She wanted to give Hannah Grace her very own first Minnie! And we think it's precious!</div>
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The pillow below was made out of the same fabric used for the curtains with antique crocheted doilies sewn on. The little bunny below is a lovie that holds a paci that we aren't using yet because I'm terrified of it smothering her! And no one worry! All of these things are removed from the crib when Hannah Grace is sleeping! Story on the pink blankie at the end.</div>
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Above the crib, you'll find a few things. The handcrafted mobile, bookshelf, and dresses. Now, no one worry about this bookshelf. It is secured to the wall with a french cleat that will hold up to 200 lbs. When we first hung it, I had dreams about Hannah Grace pulling the dress down and the whole thing coming off the wall. I told David about it, and this is what he came up with. If you're still scared, look up french cleats. You won't be worried anymore. </div>
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The dresses have some significance too. The cream gown below is the christening gown my Mom made for my cousins to wear. All three were dedicated in it since that's what we do in the Baptist church. We attend a non-denominational church, but we still plan on letting Hannah Grace wear it! Mom spent many hours making it about 16 years ago!<br />
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The pink dress behind it was made especially for Hannah Grace by David's aunt! I cannot wait for her to be able to wear it. The other pink dress that you can't see in this photo was made by a very good friend of the family for me. I wore it when I was little and now Hannah Grace will get to too!<br />
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On the shelf you'll find two photos of Hannah Grace and my old Precious Moments Bible and Bedtime Stories book. I love the memories in both of these. As I was reading the Bedtime stories book, it was AMAZING to me that I could remember some of the stories! Pretty impressive for someone who doesn't remember everything!<br />
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The mobile... I knew from the beginning that I wanted to create the mobile. I did not want something that sang and spun. I found these cute balls that are lace and sparkly glitter and jewels and knew that's what I wanted! I'll spare the details on all of the rounds of making this, but lets just say that it involved me making/remaking it 5 times and David hanging it from fishing line twice. He refused to do it again, and I like how it turned out!</div>
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Who knew, but when you turn it to let it spin, it will go back and forth for awhile, slowly rotating until the balls begin to individually spin. Hannah Grace loves it!</div>
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I picked out this chair from Premiere fabrics. It was great because you could choose from any of their fabrics. It swivels and glides, and I love it more every time I rock in it! David's parents gave it to us as a gift for Hannah Grace. So blessed by them!<br />
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I decided to frame a dress that my Mom made/smocked for me to wear in my Aunt's wedding when I was a little girl. I was the flower girl in the wedding. My wonderful husband cut plywood that I covered in batting and fabric. Then I straight pinned the dress to the fabric. No worries, it will come down one day when she is big enough to wear the dress! I wish I had taken an up close picture so that you could see all of the intricacies of the fabric she used.<br />
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This little rocking chair was mine when I was a girl. I know Hannah Grace can't use it yet, but one day she'll be able to. She can rock her baby dolls just like Mommy!<br />
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One more wall to go! I decided I didn't want your typical changing pad furniture for the nursery so I talked David into this piece off of Craigslist. It was yellow when we bought it and I painted it to match the other piece I redid. And I love it! It turned out perfect.<br />
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I had recently purchased new lamps for our living room. Rather than get rid of the old lamp, I decided it would be perfect for the nursery. A coat of spray paint and a new lampshade later, and we have a new lamp! I love recycling (can you tell?).<br />
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Let's talk about this lamp shade. I wanted something unique. Of course, I couldn't find anything unique for the price I wanted to spend so I purchased a solid white shade. Then, after a trip to the antique store, I sewed old vintage crocheted doilies on it. This was MISERABLE! I think it took me days to complete this project because it hurt to push the needle through the hard surface of the lamp shade. However, it was well worth it because I LOVE this piece! It turned out wonderful. When the lamp is on, it illuminates through the doilies and is truly wonderful.<br />
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I framed hymns above the dresser. I wanted something classic and something to sing to Hannah Grace while rocking her to sleep. I love how they turned out.<br />
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I asked my Mom and my Mother in law what one song they would choose that they wanted to be an anthem for Hannah Grace to remember throughout her life. David's Mom chose Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee. I love this song! Besides the fact that it makes me think of Sister Act and Amy Hogue showchoir days, I love the truth it proclaims!<br />
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Wow! What powerful words! I too hope Hannah Grace is ever singing as she marches as a victor in Christ throughout her life until she meets her Savior! </div>
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My Mom (Hootie) chose like a list of 20 songs. I kid you not. Hootie wants Hannah Grace to know every hymn in the hymnal by heart (which wouldn't be a bad thing). Because her list was long (and full of some good ones, I might add), she forced me to choose for her. I asked multiple times for her to pick her favorite off of the list but she never would! Now would be a time to add that I did not tell either Mom what I intended to do with the hymns. Mom's hymn is It is Well with My Soul. I love this song too!<br />
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<i>When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, </i></div>
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<i>When sorrows like sea billows roll;</i></div>
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<i>Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, </i></div>
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<i>It is well, it is well, with my soul.</i></div>
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Lord, that Hannah Grace would always be able to say WHATEVER God allows to come her way, in sorrow and joy, IT IS <b>WELL </b>WITH MY SOUL! I pray that kind of peace over her life! How hard it is to trust the Lord sometimes when we can't see the whole picture of how He is working. May she write the times she can see the Lord at work on her heart and mind so that she can return to those in the difficult sorrows. </div>
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And finally, it was my turn to choose a hymn. I chose Be Thou My Vision.<br />
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<i>Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,</i></div>
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<i>High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.</i></div>
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Oh Lord, that you would be first in her heart and her treasure. That she would not value the opinions or praise of others but that your voice would be the only voice she listens to and that you would speak directly to her heart in ways that she would hear loud and clear.</div>
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The other hymns are In the Garden, Come Thou Fount, and Just a Closer Walk with Thee. I hope that Hannah Grace learns all of the words to these hymns!</div>
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Well, there you have the nursery. This gem still needs to be hung. It was made by some very precious friends of the family. There is a perfect spot next to the tall dresser, but I'm not tall enough to hang it. Daddy will have to do it when he has time, and I know he will. I still have to find the perfect picture of her for the frame. How true it is that the smallest thing can take up the most room in your heart (second to her Dad, of course). Winnie the Pooh was a genius when he said this! :)<br />
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My favorite thing, you ask? Of everything in the nursery, even with all of the sentimental items, I think my favorite thing is this lovie blanket made out of Maw Maw's robe by David's Mom. I hope that Hannah Grace will always treasure it the way I treasure the memory of my grandmother. </div>
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Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-14812718599093532662014-04-07T14:18:00.000-05:002014-04-07T14:18:27.867-05:00Hannah Grace Newborn Photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Dress from above: Made by HootieSara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-12906848990553037652014-04-04T11:38:00.000-05:002014-04-07T13:59:03.504-05:00Hannah Grace Homecoming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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...then I remember the two nights in a row and 3 days that we had to do round the clock two hour feedings. It went like this: 1) Wake up. Pinch your cheeks because your alarm is going off and this is the 30th time you've had to do this. 2) Look over at sleeping baby and get a big goofy grin on your face. 3) Pick up sleeping content newborn. 4) Change diaper of sleeping, content newborn to wake her up. 5) Feed sleepy newborn while taking her clothes off, rubbing her feet, and doing anything short of harming her to get her to eat. 6) Stumble back in bed and set your alarm for one more hour since that feeding took you an entire hour to do.</div>
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...then I remember the stomach virus that swept through our house from days 6 to 12. It went like this: 1) Kidding. You don't want me to explain how sick we were. But it did go like this: 1) Daddy on Tuesday afternoon, 2) Mommy on Saturday night, 3) Hootie (Sara's Mom) on Monday morning. 4) Hannah Grace on Monday night (much milder version that only lasted a few hours).</div>
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...then I remember the pain associated with after birthing a child. Epidurals are wonderful things like I said in <a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2014/04/hannah-grace-adams.html" target="_blank">Hannah Grace's birth story</a>. BUT after they turn that thing off...yeah, we'll leave that to the imagination.</div>
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...then I remember a multitude of other things that went wrong the first few weeks that I don't want to discuss on the blog. Let's just say if you know me well, you KNOW what I'm talking about!</div>
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And all of a sudden, I'm so thankful that WE MADE IT THROUGH THAT! I'll just look at the cute baby Hannah Grace photos and remember the happy things associated with them!</div>
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We thought we would get to leave the morning after Hannah Grace's arrival. I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I'm not much of a risk taker. I've never broken a bone, had a surgery (other than wisdom teeth), and I certainly have never spent the night in the hospital as a patient! I was EAGER to get out! The food was gross. Everyone woke you up. I had doctors/nurses and she had doctors/nurses. I was ready to break out.<br />
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I swear if I didn't enjoy my epidural so much, I'd say to heck with it and have a home birth next time to avoid that after days of the hospital!<br />
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The morning after Hannah Grace arrived, I begged my doc to let me go home. She had previously told me that I could leave the day after. However, when she came in, she told me that my blood pressure was still too high. It actually had risen since birthing Hannah Grace (and I'm sure all of the stress of the hospital and a crying baby and no sleep had NOTHING to do with that. Right).<br />
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So we spent another day in the hospital with visitors for sweet Hannah Grace.<br />
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But on Friday!! Glorious Friday!! My BP was back to normal and we. were. free! Well, we would be after we figured out the car seat and got the cute armbands cut off of us!<br />
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First things first, we had to get dressed! Everything I brought for Hannah Grace was too big! Poor girl spent most of her first days in a hospital provided little shirt. EVERYTHING was huge on her. My mom even went to buy Preemie clothes, but surprise, surprise--my sweet girl has exceptionally long legs and the preemie size would not fit!<br />
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To go home, Hannah Grace wore the Feltman gown that I came home from the hospital in 27 (almost 28) years ago. I was an April baby and my January baby looked cute in her Spring time dress. But let's be honest. Feltman Brothers dresses/gowns are appropriate for ALL occasions! :)<br />
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We took multiple photos while we waited on our nurses to discharge us. I cannot get over how much she has grown since these photos.<br />
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Then it was time to go. Around the hospital and down the elevator we went in the wheelchair (with Hannah Grace screaming the whole time). We put Hannah Grace in the car and drove off towards home! I think we barely made it out of the parking lot and she was asleep.<br />
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You can see the blanket we used to keep her warm for the journey home above. It was created with love by David's mom. However, it was made out of the robe of my maternal Grandmother. You can read about her in<a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2014/03/because-he-lives.html" target="_blank"> this post</a> from the other day. Coot loved a good robe and this one was well worn. David's mom also made a little lovie blankie that is Hannah Grace's size. Of everything in the nursery, I think this is my absolute favorite. {I promise nursery photos are coming}<br />
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We left the parking lot of the hospital. And soon, we were on our street. <br />
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There was a big pink bow on the mailbox to celebrate our arrival home.<br />
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And a cute sign in the front yard for all to see and know that Hannah Grace had arrived!<br />
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Turning into the driveway.<br />
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I'm not sure where David is in these photos, but it was time to introduce Hannah Grace to her sister Lacey. I had so missed my puppy while I was at the hospital and she was definitely more interested in seeing me than seeing her sister!<br />
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I think Lacey was looking at Hannah Grace and thinking, what's the big deal? "I've seen plenty of those. They come to our house and then they leave a few hours later. She'll be gone soon!"<br />
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Boy was Lace in for a surprise. I think Hannah Grace left all of 4 times for doctors appointments in the first 8 weeks of life. We're going lots of places now, but Lacey has slowly figured out that she is stuck with this little girl. There have been many instances of spit up on Lacey. Luckily, we have a groomer who loves us! Haha!<br />
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Oh Lace, you just wait. One day, she'll be trying to pull your hair out!<br />
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Hannah Grace welcome home! 1/17/2014Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-41732836462629114062014-04-03T11:19:00.000-05:002014-04-07T13:59:25.862-05:00Hannah Grace Adams<div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you are new around here, you should know that Hannah Grace
Adams has arrived (which I'm not sure how you couldn't know already from our
plethora of social media postings)! She is beautiful and perfect and
sleeping as I type this blog post. I'm certain she'll wake up and fall asleep
multiple times before this post is completed, but that's okay. That's our life
these days (and half of you reading this completely understand)! I have been
anything but a good blogger these past couple of years, and I'm not going to
promise that will get better. I see you Mama's who post every other day. That
won't be me. I wish and maybe it will be occasionally, but not currently.<br /><br />No, currently, we are in that survival
newborn stage. Remember it (if you have kids)? It looks like this: SLEEP
WHEN YOU CAN, WASH CLOTHES WHEN YOU CAN, EAT WHEN YOU CAN, REPEAT!
Sometimes I have to remind myself to eat. Sometimes I smell something gross
and remember that my shirt has 4 rounds of spit up on it. So blog posts
are not at the top of that priority list.<br /><br />However, I did want to take an opportunity
to share with you the arrival of our baby girl and document it for my ability
to always remember.<br /><br />On January 6th, the craziest thing
happened. I went to my 37 week checkup expecting everything to be normal.
The doctor's office was super on time (which never happens). I was used
to catching up on all of my thank you notes while I waited. Not this day. My favorite
nurse called me back 10 minutes before my appointment and before David could
arrive. I hopped on the scale to see the dreaded number and then proceeded down
the hall to the room. I sat on the table and held out my arm to have my blood
pressure taken. I knew the drill--after all, we had 37 weeks of this
behind us already. All through my pregnancy I had been concerned with
high blood pressure. I have had too many friends be delivered early due to
this. However, my BP had been stellar all through pregnancy. We're
talking 105/60 most of the time. For that reason, when the nurse said my BP was
150/80, we were all concerned. She promptly took it again and got 148/80.<br /><br />While waiting for the doctor, I heard her
in the hall say very loudly 150!!!! She walked in and gave me the
"what are we going to do" look. She asked me if I'd ran any
marathons today to which I replied no. She told me that we would wait 15
minutes and try to take it again. I was 1 cm dilated and 90% effaced (for those
of you that know what that means). David walked in about the time they
were rechecking my BP. Needless to say, it had not gone down. My doctor
walked back in, asked if I was experiencing head aches or blurred vision (which
I was not), and said, "if it is still up next week, we'll go ahead and
induce you. I know it's not what you planned, but you're full term, and it's
just not worth the risks."<br /><br />I was devastated. I did everything
to keep my BP down the next week. And yet, I walked in the next Monday at 38
weeks with the same high BP.<br /><br />Now, let me pause here and say that I
realize this is not EXTREMELY high BP. But it was for me. And I trust my
doctor. And you can keep your opinions to yourself. Keep reading. You'll
understand why we induced, I promise.<br /><br />We scheduled the induction for 4 am on
Wednesday, January 15th. My doctor would be the doctor on call and that
gave me great peace of mind (side note: if you need a female doctor in Memphis,
please ask me about mine. I love her). I went to work on Tuesday to clean
up a few things and came home early to prepare for Hannah Grace. I
decided (at 2 pm) that I needed to make a sign for the door of the hospital.
This is how I spent my last afternoon before my baby arrived:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Minus I did not fill in any of the details as they were unknown.
After completing my project, David and I went out to dinner for our last
dinner of two. We sat over catfish at Soul Fish Cafe in East Memphis
where he proclaimed to me that I looked beautiful, and while I looked pregnant,
I most certainly did not look like I would be delivering a baby the next day
(yeah, I'm keeping him). When we got home, you can imagine how well I
slept the night before. David and I went to bed early (I think it was 9 pm). We
were all packed. I had showered. The goal was to sleep as much as
possible. I think I fell asleep at midnight and to say that 3 am came super
quick is an understatement. We woke up and got ready. It is a weird
feeling packing to go to the hospital to birth a baby when you aren't in any
pain or having any indication of labor. I had been having Braxton Hicks
contractions since about week 34 and a few regular contractions off and on the
day before, but they always ended up going away. We left for the hospital at
3:45 am.<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Once arriving at the hospital and parking in a front row spot
(amazing how few people are at the labor and delivery unit at 4 am), we got
checked in and taken back to a room. Our nurse introduced herself and took my
blood pressure. I think she thought we were crazy when it registered
120/85 (or something like that). Did I mention that I had been tracking my
blood pressure? It started getting bad in the afternoons. It was stellar every
morning so this number was not surprising to me! She asked us a zillion questions--seriously!
I even commented to her that I bet there were multiple women that hated
her when they were in labor with her asking all of these questions. She
did a terrible job of putting the line in for my IV and pitocin. Seriously! And
I'm not in the habit of bashing people on my blog. It HURT! Then she had
to take 4 million tons of blood to run lab works (guessing it was because of
the high BP) and she did not hit my vein right for like 4 times. She had to use
both arms to get it started. Ugh. I have NEVER had a problem with people
getting blood from my veins. I just kept telling her it was fine and to take
her time as nice as I could because nothing makes me more nervous then to feel
like I'm failing. It just causes me to screw up more. I thought if I
could calm her down, it would all be over soon. And soon enough it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was asked a bunch of times 3 questions.
Question 1: Have you had a flu shot. I was asked this 4 times. Yes, I counted.
Question 2: Have you ever had Hepatitis? "No I haven't."
"Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm positive." Repeat this
conversation 4 times with same nurse from above. I HAVE NOT HAD
HEPATITIS! Question 3: Would you like your epidural now?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Now, of everything in childbirth, the
epidural scared me the most. Seriously. I was not worried about birthing a
baby. She was coming out one way or another. I was scared of the
massive needle and anesthesiologist! When I arrived at the hospital, I
was not convinced that I wanted an epidural. Call me crazy, but I was set
on enduring pain of childbirth over the needle. I know...crazy! So the
fact that they started offering the epidural when I first arrived (and was 1.5
cm) was annoying to me. Stay tuned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I asked the nurse if she thought we'd have
a baby by lunchtime. She reluctantly answered, "uh, your first baby?
Probably not. Most labor between 12 and 18 hours and you're being
induced." Oh well, it was a nice thought. Remember, said nurse
already thought we were crazy because of the BP thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">At 5:30 am (yes, it took an hour and a
half), the pitocin was started. I started contracting almost immediately.
I began timing the contractions and we were at 5 minutes a part and
lasting for a minute each. I remember thinking "wow, we'd be heading to
the hospital already if this wasn't induction." For the most part,
we were laid back at this point. I wasn't in too much pain. I could deal
with everything that was coming towards me. Enter nurse coming in and
telling me to let her know when I was ready for the epidural. To be fair,
I didn't share my thoughts in the above paragraph with her so she didn't know I
was considering going au natural.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">At 6:30 am, all was still going well.
David had gone to get things out of our car. I was trying to read a magazine in
between contractions. The nurse (same one) came in and turned up my
pitocin. I asked her how many other patients she had this morning, and she told
me I was her only one. Great news as I had heard bad things about our hospital
being over crowded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">At 7:00 am, all was still going well.
The anesthesiologist came in to ask the same zillion questions the nurse
asked "just in case I needed an epidural." When he left, he
said, "you just let your nurse know when you're ready for it. It's never
too early." This went against everything I had heard about
epidurals. I thought you were supposed to wait until you were dilated a lot
before getting it. But everyone kept reiterating that I could get it
"whenever I wanted it."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Good news though. 7:00 am meant changing
of the nurses! :) With it brought a new nurse who was super sweet. She
might have been just as bad at her poking skills, but I didn't have to find
out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">At 7:15 am things started heating up. No
less than the anesthesiologist had left was I in massive pain. David was trying
to rub my back and help me through them, but the contractions were coming so
fast. I was breathing through them and trying to invoke the "Go to
Hell Ole Miss" breath that David and I had created during child birth
classes, but it wasn't working. It was working, but as soon as I would get
through one, another was coming right along behind. I couldn't even catch my
breath much less verbalize to David what I needed. All I could think was that
at 7:30 am, that nurse was coming back in to bump up the pitocin. And that had
me terrified.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">At 7:30 am, right on time, my new nurse
came in to turn up the pitocin. About 5 minutes afterwards, I struggled
to verbalize to David that I needed the epidural. I did not care how much pain
it caused. I needed some relief! Within 10 minutes of asking for it, I
was pain free. They were so super speedy giving it. The only bad part was
him having to tell me everything he was about to do. :( I don't like knowing
what's coming. After it was over, I thought about turning around and looking at
the instruments he used (med device geek), but then thought about the fact that
I would have more children and need more epidurals. Maybe on the last
one, I'll check out what he used, but not on this one!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">About 5 minutes after my epidural, my
nurse rushed in the room over to the pitocin and said "I'm going to turn
this thing down. Your body isn't getting any breaks in between
contractions." I wanted to yell at her NO JOKE!!! But I held
that in! That was the entire reason I broke down and got the epidural
(which wound up being a great decision).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">After that, we were much more relaxed and
laid back. My doctor showed up at 8 am to check on me. When she found out
that I'd gotten the epidural, she went ahead and broke my water. I was 3 cm and
effaced when she checked me. Now that I think back, if the pitocin hadn't
been so bad, and I had not gotten the epidural, she would not have gone ahead
and broken my water. In the end, that was a blessing as I know it sped
things up. Did I mention how much I love my doctor?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My parents arrived as did David's and came
to visit (and take pictures). We read a little and tried to pass the
time. They would not let me elevate my bed because they told me that the
epidural would go to my feet and not where I needed it. So hello double chin.
I'm sure all of the fluid they were pumping me full of didn't help
matters either.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Our parents hung out in the waiting room while we were laboring.
My parents arrived from Jackson about 9:30 am. One blessing when you are
being induced is that everyone knows when to arrive! My Mom freaked when
I told her I was getting my epidural when I did because she said everything
went super fast for her after her epidural. She was afraid Hannah Grace would
get here before her. My Dad commented that he was glad they didn't run
into any State Troopers on the way. <span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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At 10:30 am, my nurse checked me and told me I was 6 cm.
Looking back now, I should have realized how fast things were going, but
I was expecting to have a baby by dinner time. Not by lunch time. All
based on what crazy, unable to poke people correctly, nurse told me that
morning. This nurse looked at me and asked, "are you feeling any
pressure?" I wanted to look at her and say "Lady, I couldn't
feel anything down there if I WAS having pressure!" Those drugs are
good. But I didn't say that. I simply said no. Hello double
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We hung out a little longer (and got more fluids so my chin would
look like a triple chin--why did someone not tell me to sit up a little?).
We watched the Food Network while I tried to look at a magazine. I
mainly text a few friends and caught up on Facebook news. To be quite
honest, we were in that anticipation mode, but we were BORED! David
played Monopoly on the iPad. We both were just bored and ready to meet
our little girl! I think I kind of wanted breakfast at this point too!<o:p></o:p></div>
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At 11:30 am out of no where, I felt
pressure! I was surprised to feel ANYTHING and looked at David and said
"uh..I think I feel something. Should we call the nurse?" Don't
judge me. It was kind of like that "oh crap this is about to get
real" feeling. Excitement, anticipation, and feeling something for the
first time in 4 hours. David responded, "um YEAH. That is what she
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The nurse came in and checked me.
She said, "no wonder you felt something. She is right there!"
Silly me responded, "how many centimeters am I?" Oh my goodness
how silly I must have sounded! "TEN," she responded.
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My mom walked in right after that to
return the camera and excitement ensued! She went back to the waiting
room to tell the others and wait on Hannah Grace's arrival. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The next part was super fast and sort of a blur! At 11:45, I
began pushing. At 11:50, my doctor (who I love--have I mentioned that?)
walked in. And at 12:11 pm, we had a BABY! <span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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A 6 lb, 2 oz, 19.5 inch long BABY! <span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Welcome to the world Hannah Grace Adams! (double name)<br />
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<i>"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." -Psalm 139:13-14</i><br />
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And before I knew it, I was holding that precious baby. Our precious BABY! The baby that God created and knit together. The one that He already knows the plans for.<br />
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And just like that, we were <span style="font-family: inherit;">a family of 3 (four if you include Lacey, and you know I do!)</span><br />
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When Hannah Grace was born, the cord was wrapped around her neck twice. I asked my doctor later if she was concerned about it when it happened and she said no, but only because her vitals had been so good the entire time they were monitoring her during labor. She said that the cord looked more like a necklace than anything as it was loose. However, she pointed out that the situation might have been MUCH different had I gone to full term. She noted that we might have ended in a C-section if Hannah Grace had been much bigger. <br />
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Isn't God amazing? Blood pressure that doesn't spike until the afternoon. Doctor's appointments in the afternoon to catch the spike (which wasn't much, but enough to alert my doctor). Every appointment that I tried to make at 8 am to get to work earlier that wasn't available because it was the new year and everyone was coming in for annuals. Whew... even though we can't always see Him at work, I LOVE it when we can! What a constant reminder that He is orchestrating HIS plan...even when it comes to the birth of a baby girl!<br />
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It was time to go get the grandparents! David left our room to tell them the good news. Apparently, at 12:12 pm, my mom looked at her cell phone and said, "she's here" to everyone. How right she was!<br />
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I love my Mom's face in this picture. David took it through the waiting room door! <br />
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And all of a sudden, Hannah Grace was surrounded by her family. She cried most of the time through it, but that is a moment I won't forget. You know how in the Bible it says that "Mary treasured up all of these things and pondered them in her heart" (Luke 2:19)? I finally understand that verse. As much anticipation as we'd had before Hannah Grace was born and the excitement, I was exhausted after. It hit me that I'd had 3 hours of sleep and nothing to eat. I sat in that room and just took it all in. I will forever treasure those moments. Baby Jesus didn't get family. He got shepherds and donkeys and cows. And angels. I'm pretty sure Hannah Grace got angels too. Both places with new life. Both places with different circumstances. Both places full of love. And I'll never read that verse the same again.<br />
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Right now, there is a tiny human being asleep on my chest as I type this (yes, we've fallen asleep and woken up multiple times in the days it's taken me to type this post). I am blown away at how AMAZING that sentence is. A tiny little life that looks a whole lot like me has been entrusted by God to us. I could stare at her all day long and watch her sleep. I'm constantly torn between not wanting to wake her up and wanting to kiss the sweet chubby cheeks. Join with me as we continue to pray for Hannah Grace and trust that the Lord has big plans for her life!<br />
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<i>"Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6</i><br />
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I started it around 5 weeks. We're at 11 weeks now. The photo below was taken around the time we started it! You get an award if you actually read all of this! Please disregard typos. Hannah Grace just woke up!Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-82528918532749969872014-03-25T12:23:00.001-05:002014-04-07T14:00:45.462-05:00Because He Lives<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Because He Lives</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white;">God sent his son</span></i></span></div>
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They called him Jesus</div>
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He came to love</div>
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Heal and forgive</div>
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He lived and died</div>
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To buy my pardon</div>
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An empty grave</div>
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Is there to prove</div>
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My Savior lives</div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white;">(Chorus)</span></i></span></b></div>
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Because he lives</div>
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I can face tomorrow</div>
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Because he lives</div>
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All fear is gone</div>
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Because I know</div>
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He holds the future</div>
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And life is worth the living</div>
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Just because he lives</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white;">How sweet to hold</span></i></span></div>
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A newborn baby</div>
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And feel the pride</div>
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And joy he gives</div>
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But greater still</div>
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The calm assurance</div>
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This child can face</div>
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Uncertain days</div>
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Just Because he lives</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white;">And then one day</span></i></span></div>
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I'll cross the river</div>
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I'll fight life's final war with pain</div>
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And then as death</div>
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Gives way to victory</div>
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I'll see the lights</div>
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Of glory and</div>
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I'll know he lives</div>
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This morning, as I rocked my little girl to sleep, I was reminded of my grandmother, Maw Maw "Coot" Jones, who passed away two years ago today. Since she went to be with Jesus, I've been overwhelmed with sadness at the thought that my children would never know her. I do remind myself that she is with Jesus, which in and of itself is enough to make me smile even in the sadness of knowing she won't be here to meet the little girl I'm rocking. She was a wonderful woman, and there are so many things that remind me of her.<br />
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She used to make the most incredible food. Cornbread, fried chicken, pot roast on Sundays, crispy bacon and chocolate cake (to name a few). Many of you have never had her from scratch chocolate cake, but let me tell you it was THE best! Some of you have had the strawberry cake/cupcakes that I make which is also something she made for us, but let me tell you. Nothing compares to this chocolate cake! We would look forward to birthdays because we knew it meant chocolate cake. One time, I think she even traveled to visit in Arkansas with it. But I could be making that up because that's how much anticipation there was for this cake. When I was in college, I decided I would make said chocolate cake. Well, let's just say it ended with the fire alarm going off and the ADT alarm system people calling to make sure I was okay. And I'm a GOOD cook! Apparently, the recipe had been transferred to my cookbook incorrectly. Once I did get the correct recipe, it ended with chocolate icing rolling down the counter and all over me. But man did it sure taste good! <br />
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I made the cake with her one time when she was sick with Alzheimer's. It was amazing how good doing something she knew so well was for her. She sat in a chair next to the counter and told me not to feel bad because this cake was hard to make. She said that you never knew if it was going to do right or wrong and it had nothing to do with the weather! Apparently, she used to make the cake for the school bake sale. She said that she would make 4 cakes before she got one she thought was pretty enough to place up for auction. People would get in such big bidding wars over this cake that she'd finally give in and say she'd make another one! She ended her story by saying, "but you know what? No matter how it looks, it always tastes good!"<br />
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I made the cake to remind myself of her days after her death two years ago. I baked many tears into that cake. I started making it at 9 pm, and by the time I finished at 1 am it was perfect. I had never made it so perfectly. I sobbed knowing that Maw Maw had been the one making it with me. Jesus must have showed her the "secret" to getting it right.<br />
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Don't worry, I made it later that year for Mother's Day in Maw Maw's honor, and I thought I had made it perfect. The next morning, the layers had slid off of the cake stand and onto the counter with icing that had hardened in a fountain-like picture flowing down the counter and cabinets to the floor. You think I'm kidding, but I'm totally being honest!!!<br />
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But you know what, it tasted good every time! She was right about that part!<br />
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Maw Maw also was famous for her yeast rolls. She would make so many at Thanksgiving and Christmas that they would cover every square inch of her tiny kitchen. She would fold them over on pans with a "small" chunk of butter in each one. Then the pans would flow onto the washer and dryer, the bar, and the table as she cooked each pan one by one. Every year, you could bet that the oven would magically burn a pan of them while we all socialized in the tiny house. I think most years we fit 20 people in there which was an accomplishment for how small the house is. I've never attempted the rolls. I couldn't recreate them or the day that they went with if I tried. Something about the people, the celebration, and the rolls.<br />
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As I rocked Hannah Grace this morning, I began to sing Maw Maw's favorite hymn, "Because He Lives," over her great granddaughter. Because I didn't know the second verse, I looked up the lyrics.<br />
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<i>How sweet to hold</i></div>
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<i>A newborn baby</i></div>
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<i>And feel the pride</i></div>
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<i>And joy he gives</i></div>
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<i>But greater still</i></div>
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<i>The calm assurance</i></div>
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<i>This child can face</i></div>
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<i>Uncertain days</i></div>
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<i>Just Because he lives</i></div>
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I feel confident that if Maw Maw were here today, she'd rock my baby and sing this anthem of promises over Hannah Grace. In fact, I'm pretty sure that she is singing it from heaven and proclaiming it over her now. Okay so what that I never heard Maw Maw sing anywhere except for in the congregation at church. I still know that this verse is amazing. How fitting that Coot's favorite hymn has this for a second verse. Though she can't hold the newborn baby, I know she's singing this verse over Hannah Grace. I just know it.<br />
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In those quiet moments when I am wishing my little one to sleep, she has faint smiles like someone is whispering in her ear. I've heard that it's the angels or Jesus whispering to them. Science tells us that it's just gas. But I'm certain it's the voices of those who are in heaven praying sweet blessings over her. The people that she won't get the opportunity to meet until she gets to heaven one day. The people that are telling her a few good stories on her dear ole' mom and dad! I know that Maw Maw is just one of those people praying blessings on the great grandchild she'll never meet, and I'm almost positive that she's telling her Because He Lives, I'll meet you one day!<br />
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I pray that the words of Maw Maw's favorite hymn will ring true of Hannah Grace's life and that she will hold on to that promise. I pray that I can honor the memory of my grandmother by teaching her the things my grandmother taught me. One day, when we're making her infamous chocolate cake, and the boiled fudge icing is rolling down the sides all over the counter or when we're attempting her yeast rolls and they are overflowing in the fridge because we forgot to pinch down the batter, I hope that Hannah Grace will know her great grandma in the smallest way. As I rock her to sleep, I pray that more than knowing her great grandmother through me that she would see Christ through me. After all, that's all Coot would want. It's a good thing she isn't relying on me to carry on the tradition of cake or rolls baking!<br />
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I hope these words that remind me of my grandmother will remind you today that Because He Lives, we have hope and the promise of things to come. <b>Death is victory!</b><br />
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<i>Because he lives</i></div>
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<i>I can face tomorrow</i></div>
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<i>Because he lives</i></div>
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<i>Because I know</i></div>
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<i>He holds the future</i></div>
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<i>Just because he lives</i></div>
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I know...it's high time for this post. However, when you are 25 weeks pregnant, nothing happens in a hurry. Or everything happens in a whirlwind and therefore, posting a blog post isn't the top necessity. If I'm being honest, I threw myself 100% into this party and the second we got in from Starkville, I started working on the nursery. That meant moving everything out of our spare bedroom/craft room, finding a place for it, and then starting on a nursery. Our house currently looks like a tornado/hurricane came through. And for once, I can say I'm thankful for a room that I've yet to get my hands on decorating so that it can store all of the extra "stuff" while David puts together countless pieces of furniture that will store said "stuff" and I spray paint the rest of the furniture to the color of my liking (while wearing a mask, of course).</div>
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Where do I begin? From before I was pregnant, I started dreaming about the gender reveal party. It's pretty much one of the coolest ideas that I'm sure some female came up with a few years ago. Have all of your friends over for the moment that they all find out what you're expecting! Boy or Girl? Blue or Pink? Cheerleader or Quarterback? Perhaps, I should start by telling you how we arrived at this theme.</div>
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I couldn't get excited about holding a Gender Reveal party in the heat of August in Memphis. Yes, we have plenty of friends in Memphis who might have been able to attend, but I knew that it would not be the sort of thing I envisioned if we did it at our home. There would be no way for relatives to travel (other than parents of course), and it seemed silly to ask my brother and sister in law to come home from Starkville for a few suspenseful minutes. As I expressed these thoughts to my husband, he suggested, "why not do it at the first home football game?" GENIUS! I'm almost positive that what he envisioned and what I envisioned at that point were two totally different things, but oh well. </div>
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I began planning a Starkville Gender Reveal Tailgate. Invitations were sent out. Cute Etsy invitations that I helped design. Go <a href="https://www.etsy.com/people/cristinablanchard" target="_blank">here</a> for designer if you're interested. </div>
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Buttons were ordered for guests to wear their guess: <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/DistinctDesignsUnltd?ref=l2-shopheader-name" target="_blank">Here</a> for Etsy Link.</div>
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And water bottle labels that didn't make it in the pictures were purchased from <a href="https://www.etsy.com/people/ckusky" target="_blank">here </a>(not sure why it looks so crimson on my screen. Promise it was true maroon. I sent all of my Etsy vendors to hailstate.com to look at maroon colors!:</div>
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I'll spare you the details on everything that I was planning that didn't work out. Or the 45 minute ultrasound with the tech trying to determine what the gender of Baby Adams was. In the end, it turned out amazing! We were surrounded by about 70 friends and family, and we couldn't have asked for a more fun day. The only thing that would have made it better was it to have been about 20 degrees cooler. Despite the weather, a great time was had by all (I think--at least). </div>
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Somewhere along the way, David decided that it would be fun to not find out the gender until we were at the tailgate...with everyone else. This meant a VERY impatient wife had to wait a total of 12 days AFTER the ultrasound to find out. We had the tech write down the baby's gender on 2 pieces of paper and then we sealed each envelope. I signed my name over the envelope and gave them to David to keep secure. He was guessing boy all the way, and after the 45 minute ultrasound, I was convinced it was a stubborn girl.</div>
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We chose to have the Lodge and Campus Bookmart wrap either a Jersey or a Cheerleader outfit and a maroon or white cowbell. Maroon for girl, white for boy. I wish you had seen me dropping off sealed envelopes. When the women at Campus Bookmart realized that I didn't know what was in the envelope and they soon would, they were overjoyed. Like, I mean, they were so excited that they acted like MSU had won the National Championship. And yours truly was so jealous. I kept telling myself that I had less that 24 hours and that I could make it!</div>
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When it was 12:30pm on game day, David and I picked up the gifts that were wrapped in maroon and white and opened them in front of everyone. Obviously, we saw what it was before everyone else, but that is a surprise I will never forget. And out of all of my tailgating experiences, it definitely was my most favorite thus far (and probably forever)! It was well worth the wait, and I'm honestly glad David made us wait. What a great way to find out--it definitely was a forever kind of memory! I unwrapped a cheerleader outfit as David proudly rang a maroon cowbell and announced we'd be starting a wedding fund soon. We learned that we were expecting a baby GIRL January 26th. Don't worry, I only told David that I was right and he was wrong once! :) </div>
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We are thrilled to be welcoming baby girl Adams who DOES have a name. The newest member of the Adams' family will be named Hannah Grace Adams, and yes, we're going with the double name. WE. CAN'T. WAIT! Enjoy the photos from our special day. </div>
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Because you can't have a Gender Reveal without maroon and white paper straws...at least that's what Pinterest says...</div>
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Very special to have both of my grandfathers at the reveal. Very special. </div>
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And my uncle too!</div>
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What's your guess? Dad informed me that MSU had enough Cheerleaders and we definitely could use another Quarterback. Haha.</div>
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Baby Adams' guestbook was an MSU Children's book called Legend's Storybook presents Bully. Guest wrote notes to Baby Adams and signed in. One day we'll read it to her and she can learn about Bully and how much she is loved by those who signed it.</div>
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Wishes for Baby Adams. These were so thoughtful and some were hilarious! We have had many laughs over "I hope you laugh...at Ole Miss" and "I hope you respect....the BELL!" to name a couple.</div>
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Couldn't have pulled this off without her!</div>
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Thank you Piper Reaves Free for this adorable cowbell! Go <a href="http://www.reavesringers.com/" target="_blank">here</a> to check out her work!</div>
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First grandbaby on both sides. They are excited!</div>
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Since we found out that we were expecting, we have been praying for our unborn child. recently, we found out we were expecting a daughter (pics coming soon from the gender reveal I promise). And since that time I have begun to pray even more frequently. Specifically for all of the things I faced during my teen years to not plague her the way they did me. When I say, I would not go back to high school for a million dollars, I'm NOT exaggerating! Totally not worth it! Let's be real candid for a second...being a teen girl in 2000 was miserable. Being a teen girl in 2013 is a million times different and worse, and I can't imagine what it will be like when our baby turns 13. I have already started praying that God would protect her heart from self image issues and BOYS. I'm fervently praying that He would teach her, through me, David, and whoever else influences her, that her beauty only comes from being planted in The Lord her creator.</div>
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God blew me away with two of the songs. The first (and one I'm sharing) is All For Your Splendor. And I thought how very much I hope my daughter can sing this song throughout her life. It describes my prayer for her exactly.</div>
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Lord, give me the wisdom to know how to instill this in her heart so that she would not waiver when the storms invariably come and could sing this truth all of the days of her life!</div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">Will I blossom into what You hope I’ll be. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">Yet You’re so patient just to help me see. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">The blooms come from a deeper seed that You planted in me. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">Sometimes it’s hard to grow when everybody’s watching. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">To have your heart pruned by the one who knows best. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">And though I’m bare and cold. I know my season’s coming. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">And I’ll spring up in Your endless faithfulness. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">With my roots deep in You. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">I’ll grow the branch that bears the fruit. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">And though I’m small, I’ll still be standing in the storm. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">‘Cause I am planted by the river by Your streams of living water. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">And I’ll grow up strong and beautiful, all for Your splendor, Lord. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">So with my arms stretched out, I’m swaying to Your heartbeat.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">I’m growing with the sound of Your voice calling. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">You’re bringing out the beauty that You have put in me. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">And I’ll grow up strong and beautiful, all for Your splendor, Lord. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You raise me in your love, love, love, </span></div>
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Thank you Lord. </div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: left;">‘Cause I am planted by the river by Your streams of living water. </span></div>
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</span>Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-30019130131567487212013-07-24T14:02:00.000-05:002014-04-07T14:07:05.087-05:00You + Me<div>
Well blog land....just when you think I've forsaken the blog, I throw you for a loop and return! This time though, I promise that you won't be let down. Why, you ask? Well, it's because I have some very exciting news to share. Football season is right around the corner! Actually, from what I saw today, we have 38 days to wait. The countdown is ON! Everyone knows the Adams will be present and accounted for at all said home football games. We wouldn't miss them!</div>
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However, this football season will be different. If you happen to "bump" into me this year in Starkville, you may be "bumping" into something else! When I say that all of the Adams will be present and accounted for at all home football games, I'm referring to all three of us! And no, we did not buy season tickets for Lacey (though we all know she is the cutest cheerleader you've ever seen).<br />
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Yep, you guessed it. The Adams are expecting!</div>
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We are very excited and can't wait to meet our bundle of joy. </div>
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I thought I would go ahead and answer a few of the most common questions we've gotten so far:</div>
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1. I'm 13.5 weeks pregnant and my due date is January 26, 2014.</div>
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2. Yes, I've been miserably nauseated and extremely fatigued! Everyone tells me that both will go away. Forgive me for thinking those people are insane and lying! I don't remember a time when I wasn't both!</div>
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3. Yes, our parents are thrilled. They need suggestions on names though. I'm not sure they will have that picked out by January.</div>
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4. Yes, we will find out the gender of the baby....do you know me? I hate surprises! There's no way I could go nine months not knowing. Plus my mom will kill me if she can't start sewing clothes now. And I know my mother in law is dying to start monograming. </div>
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5. Gender ultrasound is scheduled for August 26th though you won't know until after that.</div>
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6. Yes, we've started discussing baby names, but we haven't even shared those with our parents or best friends so they definitely aren't getting shared on the blog world! </div>
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I think that covers all that I've been asked thus far! We are thrilled and can't wait to welcome baby Adams. We welcome your prayers for baby A and his or her parents! We sure are praying that God teaches us how to be parents. Thank goodness He gave us both wonderful examples to look up to. :)</div>
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I told you that I was coming back! You didn't believe me? Shame on you! I even remembered to take photos for this post. Even if they were on my cell phone, they still provide you with a fun documentary of our lives this past weekend!</div>
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Bulldogs and Waffles may be a strange title for a post, but it is fairly descriptive of our weekend--and you'll soon understand why. We traveled to Starkville, MS to see our Bulldogs take on South Alabama. I know nothing about South Alabama other then the fact that their logo/mascot looks like Penn State. In fact, I saw a fan wearing a t-shirt and thought it was FOR Penn State. Then we got in the game and I realized my error when I saw their logo on the jumbotron. Random fact for you.</div>
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We showed up to Starkville around 8:00pm and dropped the dog off at our house then headed for our favorite Starkville treat: </div>
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That would be a Mugshots Comeback burger for all of y'all who don't know. I can still taste it. Sadly, I only ate half of it and David ate half of my fries, but it was well worth every calorie! If you are going to mess up on the diet, mess up on something well worth it, right?! Well, it was well worth it!</div>
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Now, my Mom began a tradition a couple of years ago. She decided that every Saturday for football game weekends, she would make a big bowl of waffle batter and everyone could fix waffles as they woke up. It was a huge success because it took minimal preparation, was ready quick, and was fairly simple to clean up. It's a tradition that we have added in to our Starkville mornings--football season or not. So when my parent's couldn't make it to the first game of the season, David, desiring his waffle fix, requested about the time we got to West Point (15 minutes from Starkville) that we invite his brother and sister for waffles on Saturday morning prior to the evening game against Jackson State. Me, loving a good get together, said "of course" and told them to bring their roommates/friends. That turned into 9 hungry college kids plus David and I. A box of waffle mix, 18 eggs, 1 gallon of milk, 1/2 gallon of orange juice, 2 pots of coffee, and 2 quarts of strawberries later, we had 11 stuffed people and no leftovers. With little planning, we had a blast! When they all left, we mentioned that we'd have to do it again.</div>
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I literally made waffle after waffle after waffle! AND IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! This is what my parent's house looked like on Saturday morning around 9:30am...</div>
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So much fun! I cooked and cooked until there were stuffed college kids and everyone said they couldn't eat anymore. And 2 boxes of waffle mix, 22 eggs, 1 gallon of milk, 1 gallon of orange juice, 2 pots of coffee, and 2 quarts of strawberries later, we had 16 stuffed people and minimal leftovers. What a fun memory! <br />
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Here are a few photos of these awesome new friends enjoying waffles and great fellowship and of course, talking about our awesome 4-0 Bulldogs!</div>
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These two guys rode their bikes from downtown Starkville to the refuge to Browning Creek. They ate waffles and then rode all of the way back! I was impressed! Glad you guys made it!<br />
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These two just got engaged Thursday! Excited for all of the planning that is beginning. Soak up being engaged! As much as you want to wish it over with, you never get it back! Such a sweet, sweet time in life!<br />
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Then, we decided to go take photos on the porch--except they wouldn't stop laughing! Side note: I can't tell you how many photos I took in college with some very special people on this same porch! </div>
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Then, at their request, they wanted a photo with Lacey in it! Don't they look cute in their maroon and white and Lacey in her cheerleader outfit!<br />
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Next up were family pictures. And man, I must love you guys because I am looking ROUGH (and tired--from feeding an army) in these photos!<br />
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Maroon and white family!<br />
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It was a fantastic time. I can't begin to describe how much I enjoy being around Jesse and Danielle's friends. They are wonderful and so appreciative that they make me want to cook waffles every weekend just to allow us to see their faces.</div>
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Next, it was time to get ready for the game. Since it was a white out game, it was necessary to wear white (or cream in my case). There were a lot of lace tops/dresses on campus on Saturday. It was so impressive to me how many people chose to wear white with maroon! In my day at college, girls wore whatever color they wanted to. It was refreshing to see so much school spirit in the clothes everyone wore. (It's the little things!)</div>
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We saw some very special people on campus for the game. My sis in law and me:</div>
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David's siblings:<br />
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Very special girl in my life! Love Riley and all of our special conversations! I can't wait to see where God takes your dreams!<br />
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My bestie Kat and her baby C! He's grown so very much! (it occurred to me that my friend's may or may not want their baby's names on here...so C is his name here!)<br />
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C is ready for cheering on the Bulldogs--except his mama won't take him to the game for fear of the cowbells. My child will be deaf by age two because they will be growing up around loud cowbells! Poor future Adams' children! Isn't C precious? Your Aunt Sara loves you baby! :)<br />
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Then it was game time!!! Everyone did really well at whiting out the game!</div>
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Even though it was one of the MOST boring games of my life. And even though the Bulldogs played sub par for how they should have played, a W is a W. And we are still 4-0!!! <br />
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Hate this game on the Jumbotron, but love the version this year! Just a reminder of things to come!<br />
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Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-27614269949605977542012-09-17T21:45:00.000-05:002012-09-17T22:30:41.650-05:00I'm BACK!Well, today is the day. I do not know what is special about today or why I have decided to resurrect the blog on a day like today. Maybe because it's raining. Maybe because I had a terrible day at work. Maybe because I am procrastinating on our ever expanding mountain of laundry. Or maybe it's because the Mom of one of my best friends threatened to stop being my friend if I did not blog again soon. It's almost been a YEAR! And let's face it, the blog was dying long before then. I just got burnt out. I have no excuse. But the other day, I bought Pumpkin Spice Coffee from Fresh Market. And I thought, I remember when I recommended this on the blog? Yum! And the desire sparked again! (We'll attribute it to the coffee! :)<br />
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So here goes. How do I catch you up on a year of the Adams' lives? Well, I'll start with me. Last year, I agreed to go to work full time as a Quality Engineer at a medical device company. Wow, talk about a whirlwind. If you have had any conversation with me in the past almost 9 months, you know that it has been a wild ride. God has taught me A TON! I am attempting to not be a work-a-holic and enjoy life, but work responsibilities are intense. Thankful for the ability to use my brain that God gave me. Days are far more stressful then they used to be, and resurrecting the blog may or may not mean lots less posts than what once was. However, I'm thankful for a boss who is teaching and molding me both into a knowledgeable person in my field and as a woman of the Lord.<br />
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Speaking of my company, they are exploding. We are growing and growing and growing and we can't keep up. So we are preparing for a facility move sometime soon. If you want to read about it, you can <a href="http://www.millstonemedical.com/pdf/MillstoneMedicalExpandsMemphisOperationswithNewFacility82812.pdf" target="_blank">here</a>. Pretty cool stuff. <br />
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That's what I've been up to. Now let's catch you up on David. David is still with International Paper at their Headquarters in Memphis. His title changed from Replenishment Planner to Supply Planner in January 2012. Basically, that means he now plans a Paper Mill in New York. Pretty cool stuff too! He has enjoyed the new responsibilities and challenges that come with a new job. We love IP! They have been wonderful to our family, and I couldn't ask for a better place for my hubby to work! He has become an international traveler this summer with a trip to Poland to visit the customer service center for IP. He also traveled to New York a few weeks later. Needless to say, I was a complete pansy and was ridiculous when it came to staying alone. Big house all by myself was not fun.<br />
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Speaking of house, we bought our first house in April! We still aren't unpacked or else I'd show you photos of our beautiful, spotless, everything in it's place home. HA! Yeah right! One day it will be pretty and put together. Until the day when I'm not working 50 hours + a week, it will remain as is. We try to straighten, but it winds up becoming messy again. Somehow, I keep the dishes clean. The laundry is a different story. (sidenote: never negotiate front load washer and dryers into your house contract. They take 4 hours to wash one load of laundry + another 2 to dry the load resulting in a 6 hour total time for one load. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but trust me...you don't want to find out.) I'll have to tell you about our home buying experience one day when I have "time" or am searching for something to write about! Until then, I'll have to leave you with a photo of the front of it. Curb appeal!<br />
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This is a photo from the listing when we first found it. I know I have one that I have taken, but cannot seem to find it. Other then planing flowers in the front flower beds, not much has changed. The house is in East Memphis on 2/3 an acre. IN EAST MEMPHIS!<br />
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Yep, that's right. We have a red door! We bought a house in East Memphis and love it. The house was built in 1955 and has all fun things that come with a house built in 1955. Like an air conditioner built in 1984 and a hot water heater built in 1988. Needless to say, we are praying over multiple items in our home to break while we have a home warranty!<br />
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We have plenty of "projects" I am/have been working on that I promise to share. I have neglected to take before photos to most projects because generally I am in such a hurry that I don't even think about it. I'll be sure to take photos slowly but surely. David's uncle told us that he'd heard it said that you buy a hobby when you buy a house. SO true! Our home is an ever changing project, and I am convinced it will NEVER be exactly like I want it to be!<br />
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Now that we have plenty of space, my parents come visit! There most recent trip included a fun celebration of Elvis during the kick off to Elvis Week. Dad and David ran in the Elvis 5K and sang along to various Elvis tunes in the Graceland area. They even met the King outside of the gates.<br />
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After the race, we all enjoyed a yummy brunch at Elvis' favorite breakfast spot The Arcade. YUM! We hung out downtown and went to the National Civil Rights Museum. We ended the day with dinner at Soul Fish in Midtown. It was an exceptionally Memphian day!<br />
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Now, with football season upon us, David and I have been making the trip back and forth to see our Bulldogs who are now 3 and 0!!! Great job Bulldogs! :) It's hard to believe that last year, we were kicking off the season in Memphis with these two friends! That's what football season is about. Good friends, great memories! We are looking forward to another fantastic year with the Dawgs!<br />
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I'll leave you with photos from the Music City Bowl. I'm holding out for the Sugar Bowl this year. That was my bowl prediction last year as well. The Cotton would be fun too! Excited for the rest of the season with the Bulldogs! It's a great time to be a Bulldog! #hailstate<br />
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The coming days are busy for the Adams'. We are planning a trip to DisneyWorld soon so I know I'll have a lot of "material" to write about in the coming days. I think it's safe to say, I'm back! Encouragement welcome! Oh how I've missed you all! :)Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-75415370990536602662011-11-10T14:47:00.000-06:002011-11-10T14:47:21.856-06:00Christmas Presents{Let us not lose sight in this joking on the real meaning for the season! Jesus Christ came down to earth to save me {and you} from all of our unrighteousness. Because of Him, we are made righteous. It's not about presents or wrapping. It's about the joy of Christ!}<br />
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And it's not a good problem for me to have!<br />
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Now, before I start this post, I need to make sure you know that <i>USUALLY </i>I have completed all of my Christmas shopping by Thanksgiving. That's just me. I don't like the crowds or the lines. I don't think Christmas sales are <i>THAT </i>good. I enjoy going shopping during the holidays on <i>MY </i>terms. And I can't stand waiting until the last minute to do shop. Mainly because I want all of my Christmas presents bought, wrapped, and under my tree to enjoy. If you buy them at the last minute, you are wrapping presents when you should be walking out the door to go to your parents, in laws, or whomever's house. {ahem...David Adair Adams, I'm calling you out!}<br />
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You see, last year, we moved on December 17th to Memphis. We threw everything we owned into our house and began traveling for the holidays on the 20th. Yep. Then we came home the 25th and left again the 27th for the Gator Bowl. Yes, crazy. On the morning of the 20th, my wonderful husband had not yet shopped for his wonderful sister. Last year, I didn't know Danielle as well as I do this year, and it overwhelmed me to try to think of something to get her for Christmas. She was a high school senior, and I've done my best to block out my high school days so there was no way for me to remember what I wanted for Christmas my senior year in high school. This one was going to be left up to her brother. So you can imagine my joy on December 22nd shopping with my husband for something for his sister. I use joy lightly in this situation. <br />
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I love my husband, I love my sis in law, but I DO NOT LOVE SHOPPING ON DECEMBER 22ND!!!!<br />
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It worked out fine. He picked out a dress for her, and I picked out earrings for her. I wrapped it in Brandon and it made the many traveling hours with us back to Memphis.<br />
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So this year. I refuse. I refuse. I refuse. To be shopping on December 22nd. What's that you say? It's only November 10th? Oh I know, but this year I have an entirely different problem!!!<br />
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I have no idea what to buy anyone......except my sister in law. And I've had her Christmas presents done since the middle of October!<br />
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Now...I will not wait until December 22nd. So if you're on our Christmas list, you best be speaking up! Or as my Pop would say, "you're all getting socks and underwear!!!"Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-31380647463257820892011-10-27T14:57:00.000-05:002011-10-27T14:57:32.862-05:00A Priceless Friday at HomeThis never happens! David and I actually spent the weekend in Memphis this past weekend. <i>CRAZY</i>! <br />
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We had so much fun though! I, of course, didn't take any pictures. Truth be told, I took photos on my Dad's SLR Canon Rebel recently and <i>NOTHING </i>compares to them. I <i>THOUGHT </i>my camera was good. Until I saw what his can take. My family has had an SLR for as long as I can remember. If I wasn't so loyal to my <i>digital </i>camera, I'd ask Dad if I could have his old film SLR. However, I'm not even sure where one would get film developed? Anyway, that has contributed to my not taking photos. <br />
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However, I thought I'd still update you on our weekend since it was <i>SO </i>eventful. Exaggeration! David and I rarely went on dates while we were dating. Dates usually meant going to one of our apartments and watching a movie with my roommate Kate and her fiance {now husband}. Or it might mean going to the basketball or baseball game which was free to all students. So now, we enjoy being able to go on dates. They definitely aren't extravagant, but they are fun none the less. Since we were nearing the end of the month and didn't have a lot of money to spend, we got creative on our fun date night out.<br />
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We started the date off with a dinner date to our favorite spot in town. It's called Las Delicias and it's the best Mexican food in Memphis! Or really, for that matter, anywhere! They make their own chips, and they have the best guacamole ever. {side note: I haven't tried Babalu in Jackson's....have heard it is amazing and think this is probably close} While not made tableside, it is made fresh with big chunks of tomatoes and avocado and all of that other yummy stuff that goes in guacamole. Anyway, after our $12 dinner at Las...yes, you read right--it's CHEAP.....we headed to Petsmart. I had gotten an email that said that all Halloween toys were 50% off. Yes, I get emails from Petsmart. Our sweet Lacey dog loves her toys, but she especially loves anything that has tails or stringy legs to chew on. In other words, the octopus we got her this summer was perfect. As someone who <i>HATES </i>Halloween, it is not like me to want to buy Lacey a Halloween toy. I love the Martha Stewart line of toys too. They are crocheted and super cute. She even has an owl. However, I think that's quite canabalistic to give my dog an owl to chew on. What do you think? Anyway, we steered clear of Martha as they weren't on sale. However, they had a spider that I had seen earlier, and I knew it would be perfect for her--all eight legs of it. So for $1.50 we bought Lacey a spider. <br />
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Next, we headed to Target where honestly, I'm not sure what we bought. Target is just that place that I can go in needing nothing and come out with $80 worth of stuff and not remember what I bought the next day. Luckily, we didn't spend that much. We bought some Scooby Snacks because I've been looking for them <i>EVERYWHERE </i>to try a new recipe for a home Bulldog tailgate. {David says they are tempting him from the pantry everyday}. We spent about $20 on things that I can't remember other than Scooby Snacks. I think I bought Mom a stocking stuffer that was on clearance. Don't judge. I like to be all the way done with Christmas shopping by December 1. That way I can enjoy the Christmas season. We'll see if that actually happens this year. Back to Target ...that $20 shouldn't really count in our date night total because it was gifts and groceries!<br />
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After that, we did one of our favorite things to do on dates because it only costs the gas that we use! We rode around Memphis and looked for houses that we potential a) can afford and b) like. This generally involves riding up and down streets and getting flyers that are in front of the house to see what they cost! Sometimes you'll go down a street where the houses are all in the 200,000 price range and then turn off of that street, get a house that is 2 houses down from that street with a house for sale for 400,000. That's crazy to us. Anyway, we had lots of fun looking at houses that we liked even though we are a little while away from buying a house. It's sad to say, but since the housing market is so down, a bunch of these houses could potentially still be on the market when it comes time for us to start looking next year. It's kind of cool to drive by houses and think that one could be our house one day. I still {vaguely} remember our first house that I lived in. It makes me excited to think that David and I will be entering into the homeownership world soon. And by soon I mean within the next year.<br />
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Since you know I love DIY projects. Here's one of my new favorite Pinterest ideas. I've seen this done, but think this is so cute!<br />
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Dinner $12<br />
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:) Hope y'all have a great rest of the weekSara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-46438686044780936742011-10-19T14:54:00.000-05:002011-10-19T14:54:09.249-05:00Pumpkin PaloozaSo, the other day I tried to post a MAMMOTH post! And Blogger deleted it. Let me just tell you. There is NOTHING worse then that feeling. Huge post. Huge letdown.<br />
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I sent a friend an email and told her I'd never post on the blog again.<br />
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Then I changed my mind....<br />
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So rather then post my extremely long post, I'm posting about our weekend. It, of course, was spent in Starkville. Starkville is my favorite place on earth. It still feels like home, and I love every minute we get to spend there!<br />
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I drove into town on Thursday. My Dad was in town, and besides the fact that I had to work, we had SUCH a fun time! I felt like I was a little kid again. Dad went fishing with my Grandfather and I went to meet them the last hour they were down there. I didn't catch anything. :( However, I didn't get the line hung or caught on anything which was a huge achievement from the last time I fished.......when I was 6. I also used a lure, so no need for squirming over the worm. And since I didn't catch anything, I didn't have to enforce the "we throw back whatever I catch policy."<br />
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I did, however, manage to scare the fish away from my line. Dad had warned me that the lure that was on my line was for bass. This meant that I had to give it a chance to hook on the line. Apparently bass are sneaky and will steal your lure and manage to get off the line. Well, 6 year old me was fishing for about ten minutes before a bass nudged my line. I pulled it back and yelled DADDY!!!! Just like I was 6 years old. Fishies kind of creep me out! After my failed fishing attempt, we said goodbye to my grandfather and headed to dinner. <br />
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Because we had not been to eat just the two of us in awhile, I let Dad choose our destination. We went to Old Venice. It was yummy! However, my Dad threatened to leave as soon as we got there because they had a Jim Hood for Attorney General sign up. My family and I are not Jim Hood supporters. You can ask me why if you're a Mississippi voter, and we can talk about it. I don't feel like going into detail on my public blog. Anyway, the hostesses at Old Venice knew something was wrong so they asked what was up. When we told them we couldn't eat somewhere supporting Hood, they said, "oh it was just a meet and greet" and "they are gone now." So mind you, they weren't necessarily supporting Jim Hood. I mean, the hostesses might have been, but the eating establishment was not. So glad we cleared that up because we got to stay and dinner was SO good!<br />
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Friday, Mom came to town. She brought Skip and Lacey was so excited! (Kidding...the two dogs act like they've never met!) Anyway, it was Pumpkin Palooza in Downtown Starkville. This is an event mainly for little kids to dress up and "trick or treat" at local businesses downtown. Well, since we have no little kids, we dressed the dogs up in their Halloween costumes.<br />
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Let me add this. I made a promise to David Adams that I would never buy Lacey anymore clothes after I bought her MSU cheerleader outfit. Lucky for him, I've stuck by that promise! So Lacey went dressed as a cheerleader and Skip went dressed as the Great Pumpkin. They were too cute!<br />
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Skip and Mom went to the Pumpkin Patch. If you haven't read her blog, you should go <a href="http://forwhomthecowbellclangs.blogspot.com/">here</a>. Though I'm not sure she's updated it lately!<br />
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That night, David arrived! My parents, David, his sister Danielle, and I all went to Maroon Madness at the Hump. We got there in time to see the Volleyball game, and the team WON! My first experience with Volleyball, and I don't think it will be my last! No pictures from the event, but it was SO much fun! Except for the ridiculously loud music! Hey, at least they played the PG version of all of the songs. That's more than we can say for Memphis Madness. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, <a href="http://www.google.com/search?ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&sourceid=navclient&gfns=1&q=memphis+madness+rapper#sclient=psy-ab&hl=en&source=hp&q=memphis+madness+yo+gotti&pbx=1&oq=memphis+madness+yo+gotti&aq=f&aqi=g-v1&aql=1&gs_sm=e&gs_upl=7205l8330l0l8542l8l2l0l5l5l0l224l368l0.1.1l6l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.,cf.osb&fp=8e7fa2636e8b849&biw=1280&bih=591">Google Memphis Madness Yo Gotti</a><br />
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Anyway! Saturday, bright and early was the South Carolina game. We of course were there. And I'm still not sure I'm over that heartbreaking loss. :( At least afterwards we got to see some very good friends. <br />
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These are our baseball friends Gavin and Paul. Though it seems like we run into them for every season now! They put up with us and our loud mouths at Dudy Noble.<br />
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Some more really good friends. We love the Phillips! I'm not sure how long it's been since we've seen them! Probably at another MSU game. So glad David got to meet them. Sure missed seeing Mrs. Kerry!<br />
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We ran into David's brother Jesse after the game and took a picture. For some reason, we just can't get all four of us together in one picture which is sad because we're usually all in Starkville on the weekends. <br />
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David's Mom has been asking why we don't take a picture of the four of us. I'm pretty sure that we haven't taken one all together since our wedding! So when we randomly all ran into each other at the same tailgate that afternoon, I was adamant about taking a picture. Luckily Danielle had her camera! You're welcome Mrs. Patti!<br />
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Well that recaps our Starkville weekend. Aren't you proud of me for life posting? I promise I'm going to back track too! There are just too many good photos! <br />
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Let's hope our Bulldogs can win some in the second half of the season! In the words of my father who rewrites lyrics to every song: <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Hail Dear Old State</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fight for the victory today</div><div style="text-align: center;">Win or lose, tie or draw, you're the best team we ever saw!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll beat LSU, Ole Miss, and Georgia too</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fight for Mississippi State</div><div style="text-align: center;">Go to hell Ole Miss</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, I guess we'll take one out of three for this season? Win or lose, tie or draw, the Bulldogs are the best team! Hands down!</div>Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-38201598704433379882011-10-09T13:39:00.000-05:002011-10-09T13:39:37.463-05:00Better Late than Never & Fall Wish ListThere are seven unwritten blog posts that are sitting in my Edit Posts tab on my Blogger. Yup. Seven.<br />
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I just looked at my blog and saw that I have ONE post from September. Well didn't y'all just have fun reading about our eventful life in September!<br />
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The truth is, we have had an EXTREMELY eventful life. That is the reason the blog has been lacking so much lately. I hate those people who have a blog and refuse to ever update it. I'm not refusing! We've been traveling. Seriously, this is the first weekend we've been home in the past 3 or 4. I can't keep up. And working. And living. It's been fun, but I've neglected to tell you about it. And what's worse is, while I love all 28 followers of you, I keep this blog more for David and I. I can go back and look at all of the fun things that we have done since we became husband and wife. So I hate that there is a huge gap in our lives now!<br />
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So, I'm going to attempt to catch you up. Not in this one post. Nope. This is an apology blog post. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I hope you accept it! Thanks!<br />
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So on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, my husband is on the golf course. My dog is asleep at the end of the couch as I type on my computer. And I am trying to catch up on laundry and cleaning. But when I thought about it, if my husband and dog are getting to do what they want to do today, I get to as well. And I chose to update the long forsaken blog. A post has been long over due! <br />
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In case you didn't know, it almost fall! I put out decorations and have been getting ready for the cooler weather. My father in law owns Russell's Farm Supply in Collierville, and he has SO many fun pumpkins to decorate with. I've yet to decide on which ones to buy. That's not completely true. I got a few small ones to decorate around the house with. But I want pumpkins for outside! He has green ones, orange ones, ones with bumps all over them, white ones, flat ones, large ones, and ity bitty ones. I found this photo from a person who posted it on their facebook page. You can at least see some of the choices. <br />
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Fall means many, many things. It means pumpkins, colorful leaves, apples, thankfulness, football, duck hunting for the hubby, fires, and cuddling up to my hubby with a blanket. It is by far my favorite season, and I love it! I just wanted to share with y'all a few of my favorite fall indulgences. Hope you enjoy and take note of some of them!<br />
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IT'S FALL Y'ALL! :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yankee Candle Autumn Harvest</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I found this candle scent at Target. I know Yankee Candles are a tad bit on the expensive side, but I usually get at least two seasons out of them. Trust me when I say this one does NOT disappoint! <a href="http://www.yankeecandle.com/detail/autumn-leaves/1091481">Here </a>it is online. <b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yum! I discovered this with a friend of mine. I had never been in Fresh Market. We walked around trying all of the tester items they had out that day. This was one of them and boy am I glad we tried it! She talked me into putting cream and sugar in it {which I rarely do}, and OH MY GOSH! It tasted just like a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks. We didn't buy any that day, but I went back now that it's colder outside. Yummy! I've made it every day since I bought it. It's so good. And it makes my house smell incredible! I've been drinking it black and it still resembles the pumpkin spice latte. You know how you sometimes can't tell the flavor it flavored coffee? Well, you can in this one! I'll be coming to Starkville next week. Let me know if you want me to bring you some! It's incredible! You can also order it online <a href="http://www.thefreshmarket.com/online-market/detail.aspx?ID=2453">here</a>, but you have to order at least 3. I'm not sure I could drink ALL of that coffee before Starbucks Christmas blend arrives! :)<b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, I know this isn't really fall, but date nights are. David and I had a date night this past Friday night. We had so much fun. We went to see the movie <i>Courageous</i>. If you have ever seen Fireproof or Facing the Giants, it is made by the same church in Georgia. It's about Daddy's, and it's wonderful. David and I both agreed we wanted to see it again when we decide we're ready to be parents. We both think it's a must see for all parents. However, even if you aren't a parent yet, it will challenge you to be a role model {"parent"} to someone who has a parent that isn't present. Go see it. You won't regret it! <b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
<b>Owls, Owls, and More Owls</b><br />
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David made me count last night. There are 23 owls in our house. Yes, it's fall. Yes, I love owls. Yes, they go well together. Do you have a problem with it? I didn't think so. My family never celebrated Halloween. So rather than decorate creepy, I decorate with owls. And they are in stores EVERYWHERE! I have to exercise some restraint though and not buy every single one that I see!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Williams-Sonoma Spiced Pumpkin Bread</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-dhgdHiSZWozKH0XPaFCY2fj-PKy_UO8oXcHuHJloOkEok1YV1ICXYFao_O0Zht98wzpNrGhtvit7FilAmTFZpXxa0SXaDB_S60hdABZqhWlVJPohMWYa3TrnxZlwhwGimLjz3U0pWJ3f/s1600/pumpkin+bread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-dhgdHiSZWozKH0XPaFCY2fj-PKy_UO8oXcHuHJloOkEok1YV1ICXYFao_O0Zht98wzpNrGhtvit7FilAmTFZpXxa0SXaDB_S60hdABZqhWlVJPohMWYa3TrnxZlwhwGimLjz3U0pWJ3f/s640/pumpkin+bread.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is absolutely, without a doubt my favorite fall thing! It's food of course, but it is the best stuff ever. And in case you didn't know, there is an outlet in Memphis. And it's about five minutes from my house. Crazy. We love this stuff, and I go buy it all of the time. I think when it goes way on sale after Thanksgiving, I'll buy about 10 packs of it. It is the best stuff for fall. I know you can make your own, but trust me when I tell you it's the best! Seriously! And it's easy, easy, easy! Just come visit us and I'll take you to the outlet, and we can get it for 20% off. </div><br />
Back I go to laundry and cleaning. Hope you're enjoying fall to the fullest!Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-80545020307019989482011-09-22T18:41:00.000-05:002011-09-22T18:41:43.371-05:00Guest Bedroom Make Over<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvM2aRR-0-bKudsPQPq7jlSsZs6XEZ3GBb5BL-l_0gyTIeIDVDea0zEfFB9Sc_3XLmywMcWYfllSUjzodLgQKK55azBYm4BJMWpcy7VQkoDju2IHLxXdVjTADtHsXjSDh7wN1x5uQPyJ2/s1600/IMG_3482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>I have taken an extended blog leave for the past few weeks. Okay, month or so. It was much needed! But just because I haven't blogged doesn't mean there has been nothing to catch you up on. Oh contra-ire. I have LOTS to backtrack on and lots coming in the next few weeks that will be blog worthy! And I cannot wait to share everything with you. Seriously!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>I'm happy to say that the Guest Bedroom which I've affectionately called the URSR {Unfinished Refinished Spare Room} for awhile on the blog IS FINISHED! Yes, you read right! <i><b>FINISHED</b></i>!<br />
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Well...almost finished. I still want to make curtains for in there but just haven't had money to do it. Unfortunately for the URSR {which I guess technically should be called the FRSR--finished refinished spare room} is priority number 6 on the curtain list. I just started priority number one three weeks ago. It's completed and hopefully will be featured on the blog soon. So now I'm on to priority two. So priority six has a lot of paychecks between now and it.<br />
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For that reason, I wanted to share our new guest bedroom with y'all {sans curtains}.<br />
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Don't you just love it!? Now, I just want to refresh everyone's memory of what we started with<br />
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Essentially nothing. This is a terrible picture of this bedding. It really is pretty bedding from Target that was a bed in the bag set that was like originally $99. However, my friend and I found it on sale for $20. 2 big euro shams, 2 shams, 2 decorative pillows, comforter, and bedskirt. FOR $20!!!! There are four other pillows on the bed that I spent a little more for, but still. So the first order of business was to list this bed set on Craigslist. We listed it for $50 and a woman bought it within two weeks, and she paid the full $50! I also listed the lamp shades on Craigslist for $20 which is exactly what I paid for them. It took a little longer, but a woman bought those within a month. Did I mention that I love Craigslist? Armed with a little spending money, I started slowly but surely reinventing this room.<br />
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Now, I don't claim to be an interior designer by any means, but I <i>LOVE </i>this room. So if you hate it, just keep your opinions to yourself! I sometimes wish this was our room...seriously! I've told David on multiple occasions that we're moving in here!<br />
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Let's start with the bedding. Thank you Target for the most fabulous blue and white theme. When I saw it, I fell in love with it, and knew it was perfect for our room. I first spotted the blue and white knotted pillows in a Target ad in Southern Living in January. And I had to have the bedding so bad that I started trying to buy it before they ran out. It was actually when they were first getting it in. Anyway, I went to three Targets total in one day. Yep, three.<br />
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</a></div>Moving to the bed. If you'll remember awhile back, I redid this cutie pie. Here's a picture of it before what it looks like now. We found it off Craigslist for $30. It just needed a little TLC.<br />
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Then we can move on to what is atop the headboard. Yes, it's a mantle and you can put things up there. A little pop of color, some old books and mason jar, a candleholder that I made from scratch, a print from my friend Barbara, and of course an owl. The piece above the bed, I got at a consignment shop and didn't have to do anything to it. It was all mine as is for $18. Score.<br />
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Next up is the desk. I have had this desk since I was a little girl. It has a matching dresser too. Since I officially moved out of my parents house in Brandon, and my Dad took over the closet in my bedroom {another story for another day}, my Mom decided to redo my room. Our fabulous interior designer wanted to get rid of the desk, but my Mom and I, knowing how much the set cost and not wanting to get rid of it, asked if I wanted it. That way, one day the set could be reconnected should David and I ever need it. Seeing as I had a perfect spot for it, I claimed it. FREE piece of furniture alert! Now, I have never been good at making vignettes, but I have to say, I think this desk turned out pretty good. I used mostly stuff we had, AND hit up the Hobby Lobby 80% off sale at the end of the summer in Jackson, MS, Germantown, TN, Collierville, TN, and Tupelo, MS. Not kidding.<br />
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Please note the photo of my brother and I as little kids, the handmade lace owl that my brother brought me back from Europe {he knows his sis well}, and the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/littlethingsstudio">Little Things Studio</a> art.<br />
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Perhaps my favorite part of the desk vignette though is my Encyclopedia art. Basically, my parents had a set they were throwing away. Back in the day, before internet, my parents had a set for our research projects. Somehow a few got lost, and my Dad was throwing them out. I begged them for them. Since some of the Encyclopedias have letters like N-O and S-Si on them, we were limited with what we could spell. I asked my Scrabble loving husband to come up with something with the 14 or so books he had to choose from. This is what he came up with. Love it!<br />
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Now, I have probably neglected the blog more than usually partly because of this thing called <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pinterest </a>that Mrs. Ellen introduced me to {hey Mrs. Ellen!} If you have a few hours to spare, you should definitely look at that website. Who knows, maybe my stuff will be pinned on there one day! Hey, a girl can dream can't she?<br />
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So one project that I found on Pinterest is Crochet Hoop Art. Since we needed an inexpensive wall project that could draw some of the fabrics together, here's what I came up with.<br />
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The funniest part is that when some of our friends came to stay with us, she said, "Ooh! Is that Pinterest?!" Haha! I did admit that it was. No use in trying to pass it off as my own idea. I am, after all, telling the entire World Wide Web.<br />
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My second Pinterest project can be found next. I fully intend to do a tutorial on these two projects one day. We'll see when that actually gets posted. I wanted a place to display some friend and family photos. I've tried so hard to follow the rule about not putting personal photos all over your living room. There is <i>ONE </i>in our living room and a bunch in our room. But if you notice, the vignette on the desk really doesn't have many personal photos on it. I mean, you wouldn't have known that black and white photo was my brother and I except for the fact that I told you! Anyway, since this room is our guest room, I figure most of these people will have no problem seeing themselves in the decor.<br />
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One spot is missing because it's reserved for the McIntoshes. Since they came for the Memphis game, I do have the picture. I just haven't printed it out and put it up yet. Soon though!<br />
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Here's a few more photos from the room. You may recognize some of the projects as previous things I did. <br />
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Little Things Studio art again. This time above the closet.<br />
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I hope you love our spare bedroom! It's a guest bedroom so we hope that means you'll come stay with us! We love visitors. And even if we aren't in town, you're welcome to come stay anyway. Just ask some of our friends that have already had to do that! <br />
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Some of these tutorials are still to come while some have already been posted. I'll try to remember to update the links as new blog post go up.<br />
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<a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2011/04/pottery-barn-headboard-makeover.html">Headboard Makeover</a><br />
<a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2011/05/399-shelfhanger.html">$3.99 Wall Shelf Project</a><br />
Crochet Hoops Art<br />
Photo Frame Art<br />
Candle Holder <br />
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Go ahead and Pin me on <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a>! :) Haha. Kidding, but if you don't know what <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pinterest </a>is, you should click the link. Pretty much my favorite thing ever now!<br />
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Let me know what you think of our room! Also, there might be a special prize if you can tell me how many OWLS are in our new guest bedroom. Just comment on the bottom of this post. And no, I don't know what the prize is yet. I'll pick one out of the people that get it right. I pointed two out already. Comment on this post with your answer! :)Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-34427308934534702232011-08-26T13:44:00.000-05:002011-08-26T13:44:22.399-05:00Friday Fun Finds {8/26/11}I've taken a week long break from the blog which is exceptionally NOT like me. But get excited because I'm back! For now at least. Until the next time I decide I need a break.<br />
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Stay tuned though because I have a bunch of fun projects that I've made this summer and not put on the blog.<br />
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However, today is Friday Fun Finds. And in honor of Maroon Friday, I've been meaning to tell you about the latest and greatest blog I've found.<br />
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Are you ready for this? I can promise that you aren't!<br />
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My blog has been in existence for over a year now. I would say "our" blog, but my husband refuses to write blog posts. And it's a shame because they would be really funny and great to read! But in his defense, his friends aren't the ones reading the blog. It's my friends reading the blog!<br />
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Anyway, my parents and David & I were all in Starkville two weekends ago. David's sister was going through rush {which loyal blog followers know} so we chose to spend the weekend in our favorite place. I haven't seen my parents in <i>FOREVER </i>so they decided to join the party as well! No seriously, it had been like 2 months.<br />
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While enjoying our day on Saturday, my Mom announced that she wanted a blog. I could not believe what I was hearing and was all to eager to set a blog up for her. When asked what she wanted to write about, she said, I want to write about all of the good things that go on at Mississippi State and their alumni. <br />
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The whole weekend, we brainstormed names and eventually came up with "For Whom the Cowbell Clangs," a take off of the book "For Whom the Bell Tolls." <br />
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I set up a cute maroon blog layout and Mom got to work. So far she's only posted twice, but she is in desperate need of new followers. And trust me, you want to make sure you follow her before football season begins because I can guarantee you that her football blog stories will be funnier than <a href="http://boomama.net/">Boo Mama's</a>. <br />
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If you want to read about all things Mississippi State, head over to my Mama's blog at:<br />
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<a href="http://forwhomthecowbellclangs.blogspot.com/">http://forwhomthecowbellclangs.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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And don't forget that it's Maroon Friday all over the world! Wear your maroon! Football season is less than a week away! WOO HOO!Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-43537372422007318702011-08-18T13:07:00.000-05:002011-08-18T13:07:11.239-05:00Tomorrow...Just because today is Thursday....<br />
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And it's raining...<br />
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And sometimes we just have bad days...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Waiting For Tomorrow"<br />
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Maybe tomorrow I'll start over</i><i><br />
Maybe tomorrow I will finally change my ways<br />
Said the same things yesterday<br />
Don't know why I'm so afraid<br />
To let you in<br />
To let you win<br />
To let you have all of me<br />
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Can't spend my whole life wastin'</i><i><br />
Everything I know I've been given<br />
'Cause you've made for so much more than<br />
Sittin' on the side lines<br />
I don't wanna look back and wonder<br />
If good enough could've been better<br />
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Everyday's a day to start over</i><i><br />
So, why am I waiting for tomorrow<br />
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Maybe today I'll start believing</i><i><br />
That you're mercy is really<br />
As real as you say it is<br />
It doesn't matter who I used to be<br />
It only matters that I've been set free<br />
You rescued me you're changing me<br />
Jesus take everything<br />
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Can't spend my whole life wastin'</i><i><br />
Everything I know I've been given<br />
'Cause you've made for so much more than<br />
Sittin' on the side lines<br />
I don't wanna look back and wonder<br />
If good enough could've been better<br />
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Everyday's a day to start over</i><i><br />
So, why am I waiting for tomorrow<br />
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Oh, I'm makin this my moment now</i><i><br />
To grab the hand that's reachin down to save me You saved me<br />
And I'm makin this my moment now<br />
To grab the hand that's reachin down to save me You saved me<br />
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Can't spend my whole life wastin'</i><i><br />
Everything I know I've been given<br />
'Cause you've made for so much more than<br />
Sittin' on the side lines<br />
I don't wanna look back and wonder<br />
If good enough could've been better<br />
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Everyday's a day to start over</i><i><br />
So, why am I waiting for tomorrow<br />
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I'm gonna grab the hand that's reachin down</i><i><br />
And I'm not gonna wait until tomorrow<br />
Oh, tomorrow </i></b> </div><br />
Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-43277038044789666902011-08-16T22:37:00.000-05:002011-08-16T22:37:36.290-05:00Tasty Tuesday {Hawiian Porkchops}<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I don't like Porkchops. I'm not a big fan of the pig. I <i>DO </i>eat sausage, bacon, and bar-b-q, but I'm not a pork tenderloin/porkchop girl. But, David's mom gave us some awesome pork chops around Christmas to stock our freezer. They were Omaha Steak brand. So I knew I needed something that would make them taste good! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">When we got married, my mom challenged me to try a new recipe every week, which I haven't really done because I don't like straying from what I know how to cook. I've mentioned this before, but when I was in the 8th or 9th grade, I typed all of my mom's recipes on the computer, printed them out, and stuck them in clear protective sheets and put them in a three ring binder. I didn't know it then, but I really was making myself a present! When I moved out of the Chi O house in 2008 and needed to be able to cook, my mom and I drove to Office Depot and pulled every sheet out, one by one, and made copies. Unfortunately, while my mom's "bible" of recipes survived, the original hard drive they were on did not. So for like an hour, we pulled recipes out, copied, put back in. It. Was. A. Pain. But SOOO worth it. I now have my own recipe binder of all of my mom's recipes. I. Love. It. Of course, she says it makes it really hard to have a "staple" to cook when we come home because odds are, I've cooked it for David recently! She actually calls to see what I've cooked lately before she sees us so she can plan her menus accordingly! I love having and knowing how to cook all of my mom's recipes. I literally can think about how I've watched her do something, and do it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">That is the reason I am not ecstatic about trying new recipes. What if they are bad?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well, in January, I decided it was time to find a new recipe for porkchops. Both to satisfy my Mom and to utilize the free {amazing} cut of meat we had been given. So I broke out the Southern Generations cookbook from the Starkville Junior Auxiliary. I found a Hawaiian Porkchop recipe that looked good and simple. Plus, I had a lot of the ingredients in my pantry. It was SO good! I wanted to share the recipe with y'all then, but I had forgotten to take pictures--mainly because I didn't know if it would be good. David and I both agreed that whenever porkchops were on sale, I could make this recipe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well, porkchops were on sale last week. So I made this wonderful recipe and took photos. I hope y'all enjoy it as much as we do! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">First of all, make sure you remember to go grab your camera to take photos. I am so bad at this! </span><br />
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Throw four porkchops in a pan. I used boneless. Brown them on both sides until the outside edges aren't pink anymore. I didn't have to drain mine. I guess because I was using a good piece of meat?<br />
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While those are browning, start the sauce that they will cook in. First you'll need one can of beef broth. Pour it in a medium size bowl and continue. <br />
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Next, add 1/4 cup of ketchup. I love ketchup. Yum.<br />
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Add in a tablespoon of white vinegar. <br />
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Open a can of pineapple chunks. The recipe calls for pineapple tidbits, but I used what was in my pantry. Pineapple is pineapple. Don't forget how wonderful it is when Google Blogs rotates photos so they are the wrong way. <br />
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Now, the recipe calls for 1/2 a cup, but I always wind up putting more than that in there. I love pineapple! I put approximately 1 cup in this recipe. Maybe 1/2 a cup is appropriate for pineapple tidbits. <br />
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I also usually slip in a little bit of the juice just for good measure. Even though it's not listed in the recipe. <br />
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Next, dump in 1 tablespoon of brown sugar. Hopefully your brown sugar didn't look like mine. It tasted fine, but it was all stuck together. Even the box is beaten up. We're not very nice to our pantry items at my house. The August heat must have gotten to it. If this happens to you, measure as close to a tablespoon as possible. <br />
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The last thing that needs to be prepared are the green bell peppers. You'll need approximately 1/4 cup of these. <br />
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Wash your pepper, and cut it up into pieces. You want to make sure you remove the seeds from the inside of the bell pepper before doing the next step. Slice up the bell pepper.<br />
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Then throw it in your nifty chopper that is super quick. I've mentioned it on here before, but I love mine! <br />
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Easy as one, two, three!<br />
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Add that to all of the sauce you've prepared. <br />
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Then pour it into you skillet with your porkchops. <br />
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Cover and simmer on low for 45 minutes. You just leave it and forget about it!<br />
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After 45 minutes, take a tablespoon of cornstarch and mix with 2 tablespoons of water. Stir it up REALLY good!<br />
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Then pour it in your porkchop/sauce mixture. The cornstarch will act as a thickener and make it yummy! <br />
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And now my computer is being silly and won't upload the final picture! Maybe it will tomorrow! The recipe says to serve this dish with rice, but I hate rice so I chose to serve it with wild rice. And it is SO good with the sauce!<br />
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Hope y'all enjoy it as much as this non-porkchop lover loves it!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Hawaiian Porkchops</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">4 Porkchops (approx 1 lb)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1 can beef broth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1/4 cup chopped green bell pepper </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1/2 cup pineapple tidbits </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1/4 cup ketchup</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1 tablespoon vinegar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1 tablespoon brown sugar </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">1 tablespoon cornstarch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">2 tablespoons water</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Brown and drain porkchops in a skillet. Add all ingredients to pan except cornstarch and water. Simmer covered for 45 minutes. Stir cornstarch into water and add to sauce to thicken. Serve with rice.</span>Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-45852758103875661322011-08-15T23:50:00.000-05:002011-08-15T23:50:09.472-05:00I Miss College--Part TwoToday, I spent the day here....<br />
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Yes, my sister-in-law pledged Kappa Delta, and I couldn't be more excited for her! She had a phenomenal rush experience, and she's elated! </div><br />
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I guess I'm going to have to start liking teddy bears, green and white, and white roses. <br />
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I do feel like I should point something out. Make no mistake, our future children will wear owls. Yes, boy or girl, they will wear owls. Their aunt can buy them teddy bears, and I won't forbid it. Their nursery will be done in owls. Their aunt can come visit, but she will not brainwash them into Kappa Delta. Of this I am certain. <br />
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</a></div>I'm only <strike>halfway</strike> kidding. And by saying that on the blog, I probably just jinxed our future children to be <i>ALL</i> boys. Would now be a good time to point out the my brother dates a Kappa Delta as well?<br />
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Anyway, for those of you who aren't Greek, have never been Greek, and care nothing about being Greek, this post will mean nothing to you. And for that, I would apologize, except Greek Life meant so much to me that I won't.<br />
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So of course, being back on the row made me miss college again. If you haven't read I Miss College--Part One {that is titled <a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-fun-finds-81211.html">Friday Fun Finds {8/12/11}</a>}, you should click on the link and read it. I truly miss college. <br />
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But more than anything in the world, I miss this place...<br />
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Aka, my absolute favorite place in the world. <br />
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The memories started on this day seven years ago, and I was so blessed by God's incredible plan for my life. Little did I know then the journey He had in store for me with Chi Omega and the friendships that would abound within her walls!<br />
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On pref night of our recruitment. These pictures aren't embarrassing at all! Haha. But they were a sweet and special time!<br />
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Then came bid day! Sessums 324 was covered with two little wise owls perched on our door. This of course was before the explosion of owls in retail!<br />
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I'm sure that you have seen some of these photos if you've been around the blog awhile. I would have to tell my freshman self how important it is to take as many photos as your memory card can stand. Because I took 5. Yes, FIVE. Not six, but five. There is one that is missing and it is a copy of a photo that is in my scrapbook. It's of my friend Katherine Wiley and I. Knowing that the photo exists is applicable to this post.<br />
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This day, while super awkward to be surrounded by 200 people that I didn't know, would have to go down as one of the best days of my life. I look back on the FIVE photos that I took, and every single lady in yellow has grown to mean so much to me. <br />
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I would have no way of knowing it at the time, but every relationship from that first "official" day at the Chi Omega house, God would take, mold, and use for a specific part of my life. It is obvious to me looking back that He intended to bless me with a friend who possessed a characteristic that I did not.<br />
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I look at these girls in <i>YELLOW</i>, and...<br />
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They all got me through some tough times.<br />
They all made me laugh when things weren't going well.<br />
They all played practical jokes with me.<br />
They knocked five times on the wall to signal we were going to bed. {inside joke}<br />
They had RENT movie marathons during final exams with me. <br />
They cried with me.<br />
They stayed up late with me talking about boys.<br />
They stayed up late with me crying about boys.<br />
They stayed up late with me laughing about boys.<br />
They walked with me through a broken heart, and I shared in a few of theirs.<br />
They were the first people to call my bluff on not liking David.<br />
They were the first people I called when David and I got engaged. <br />
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They were <i>ALL</i> bridesmaids in my wedding. <br />
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And I met them all on this day. Don't get me wrong, I met a few more throughout the years in college. I met a few more of my bridesmaids in the week after Bid Day {and I have photos to prove it}. But I never could have known at that time just exactly <i>WHAT </i>these girls {who wandered into my <i>FIVE </i>bid day photos} would mean to me.<br />
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I guess that's why I'm struggling so much with wanting to do it all over again in my sister in law's place. I wish at Bid Day 2004 I had taken note of the back of my tshirt. It read...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"You can have diamonds, and you can have men. But Chi O's my dear are a girls best friend."</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Because if I had paid attention to what I was wearing instead of just the Greek letters on the front, I would have realized that I was surrounded by the people that would stand with me throughout a lifetime. </div><br />
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I have no idea how God brought these girls and gave them to me. Maybe it was through meeting all of these girls in the <i>RED</i> shirts. All I know is that He had chosen them for me before I was even created in my Mother's womb.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Your eyes saw my unformed body; <br />
all the days ordained for me were written in your book <br />
before one of them came to be." --Psalm 139:16</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">God knew exactly how rush was going to turn out before I even was formed. That's one crazy detailed God. And for that, I am thankful.<b><i><br />
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God picked them out. Me being at the Chi Omega was no mistake. Me meeting these girls was no accident. He ordained the entire thing. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Chi Omega friendship is worth more than gold, </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Its not had for the asking, no place is it sold.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>You can't find it in a book or on a shelf...</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>You just have to be a Chi Omega yourself!"</b></i></div><br />
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And the same can be held true for my sister in law, Danielle and her new sorority. God ordained her steps in August of 2011 just as He was faithful to do for me in August of 2004. God of faithfulness and details. And I could list so many more characteristics!<br />
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So as I stood outside of the place that Danielle will call home for four years, I was flooded with these emotions. Not only was I jealous of her, I found myself standing back on the curb, taking photos, and wondering....Who will she play practical jokes with, and which ones will help dry tears when they inevitably come over serious and mundane events in college? Who will be the ones to swing on the front porch with her? Which of the girls in the photos above will be seen in wedding photos and albums for years to come? <br />
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Who will be her Bethany Shipp? Her Megan Fly? Her Anna Tadlock? And her sweet Katherine Wiley?<br />
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Because, I feel certain that I met them today--that I took some photos with them in them. I could see my friends faces in theirs. Seven years ago. Man.<br />
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And so with that, I choose to lose my August blues, live in the present, and remember that I <i>HAVE </i>my Bethany Shipp, my Megan Fly, my Anna Tadlock, and my sweet Katherine Wiley. I have <i>MANY </i>more from my Chi Omega house as well that I could name and tell stories about. In fact, I'll join a few of them for a bachelorette party this coming weekend. I choose to trust that the faithful, detailed God I serve will be just as faithful and detailed in the coming seven years as He has been in the past seven years. He knows the plan He's orchestrating far better than I. I choose to trust that while we may live miles and miles apart, nothing can separate us from each other! And this fall, when I see sorority girls with Greek stickers at football games and letter t-shirts on campus, or when my sis in law comes home proudly displaying her all sorority t-shirt wardrobe, it will bring a smile to my face, and I'll be thankful for the present while remembering sweet memories of precious friends. I'll be thankful that we're not at the end. Those four years were simply the beginning of a lifelong of friendships. We'll even welcome our first new addition to the group in February {woo hoo for our new little hootie hoo #1 for Kat}. The August blues have officially ended. <br />
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How elated am I for Danielle? Words cannot describe!<br />
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Alright girls, who's planning the reunion this year? I vote for the beach!<br />
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I nominate you Meg Fly! Seven years later, and we still find ourselves on the row! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42mRLJoercX2qofj0gyi-KhI91zLgQMU6Ua3YribRr0RqIjYJhISJ20Ot0E_5VMoAaB7ihDbeZ5ZuJY_RB1jDO69JfEL5H0brZBuMLo8pP_a5ffZDp_jpw7jKhYMTOcAHrfU7Tg8gq9x9/s1600/IMG_2961.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42mRLJoercX2qofj0gyi-KhI91zLgQMU6Ua3YribRr0RqIjYJhISJ20Ot0E_5VMoAaB7ihDbeZ5ZuJY_RB1jDO69JfEL5H0brZBuMLo8pP_a5ffZDp_jpw7jKhYMTOcAHrfU7Tg8gq9x9/s640/IMG_2961.JPG" width="480" /></a> </div>Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-41925144718442488962011-08-12T12:25:00.002-05:002011-08-13T13:22:49.655-05:00Friday Fun Finds {8/12/11}Friday Fun Finds is being dedicated today to show you photos. They are photos from a long time ago, and I randomly found them on my computer.<br />
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Welcome to Sessums Hall circa August 2004. <br />
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I want to introduce y'all to my home away from home from 7 years ago. Yep, that would be mine and Anna's room from our freshman year of college. {It's hard to tell because we used this same bedding for <i>FOUR </i>years!}. I cannot believe it's been 7 years. <br />
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Seven years since we were preparing to leave our hometown in Mississippi to head to Starkville.<br />
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Seven years since we "helped" our Mom's sew our bedding for our cute dorm.<br />
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Seven years since we shopped for all things black, white, and pink to bring with us.<br />
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Seven years since we loaded up our cars and left <i>EARLY </i>in the morning to arrive at Mississippi State. <br />
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Seven years...<br />
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Seven years since we were pulling up to Sessums Hall and flipping a coin for the top or bottom bunk.<br />
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Seven years since we lugged boxes up 6 flights of stairs to get to the 4th floor. The Sessums "Penthouse."<br />
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Seven years since we spent <i>ALL </i>day unpacking and getting things just like we wanted them.<br />
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Seven years since we said goodbye to Mom and Dad as they prayed over us for protection, wisdom, and guidance. <br />
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Seven years since we spent our first night away from our parents all grown up and off to college.<br />
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Seven years...<br />
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Seven years since meeting new friends like Bethany, Laura, Whitney, Katherine, Annie, Laura, Amy, and Nicole all of who lived near us in Sessums.<br />
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Seven years since many nights spent on the T-wing of the second hall in and out of Annie & Laura's room, Whit & Morgan's room, and Bethany's room. The T-wing was the place to be!<br />
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Seven years since starting rush and being intimidated to walk into the houses.<br />
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Seven years since going Greek and loving my sorority and the friends that I gained from it.<br />
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Seven years since our very first parties, swaps, concerts, and football games.<br />
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Seven years....<br />
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Seven years since meeting my best friends.<br />
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Seven years since being giddy about the new opportunities {and being homesick}.<br />
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Seven years since we locked Bethany out of her room in a towel and thought it was hilarious.<br />
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Seven years since we started pulling all night study sessions because we'd procrastinated. <br />
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Seven years.... <br />
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Seven years of laughs and memories.<br />
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Seven years of the best friends a girl could ask for.<br />
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Seven years of valleys and mountaintops, but having the friends there every second!<br />
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Please prepare yourself. I have a case of my annual "I miss being an undergrad in college" August blues. They come every year. They arrive around August 5th {ish} and last until a couple of days after Sorority Bid Day at which point, I realize how much I love my life and couldn't imagine anything better. But for today, in the midst of the blues, I think I'll wallow. I mean, reminisce. <br />
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On Wednesday, we moved my sister in law to Mississippi State. I lined drawers and put together shelving units while her Mom hung curtains and helped organize. And in that hustle and bustle, I was having so much fun! Then we went to lunch, and I realized the moving in was done. It was time for Danielle to start living her own life at Mississippi State. Time for her to make her friends and write her own chapter in her own book. It wasn't my time. Mine passed 7 years ago. And I was sad.<br />
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I considered going back to Danielle's room with her, telling her roommate that she had to leave, and I'd be taking her spot. I was seriously wanting to move in my sister in law's dorm. I text one of my friends that I would gladly give up being married to David if I could go back to being a freshman again and know, without a doubt, that David and I would wind up together and married 6 years later. {I can't believe I just admitted that on my blog}. <br />
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She responded, "you would not."<br />
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And I guess, she's right. Kind of. At least, if it were not August 5th {ish} to August 15th she would be.<br />
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I think that everyone, at some time or another, wants to go back and do college. I wouldn't change much, but there are a few things. And you all know what I'm talking about. Surely there isn't a person that wouldn't want to go back, if only for a couple of days, to college. I really just would like to be a fly on the wall in my freshman dorm room to watch the events unfolding. To know the end result of the friendships that were forming.<br />
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I wish I could whisper to my freshman self, "Hey, you see that girl over there? Her name is Bethany, and you two are going to be the best of friends. She's going to get you through some really tough times." Or, "You see that boy in Chemistry Lab? Memorize his face, get to know him, but don't date him yet. You'll marry him one day."<br />
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I'd also tell myself to steer clear of a few certain "toxic" people. Amazing how even when your alarms are going off inside of you, you don't take note and listen.<br />
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I'd tell myself to not be consumed with relationships. The only relationships I needed to worry about as a college freshman were those with my friends. I would tell myself to drink up every minute with them because something goes on in a freshman's head and they don't realize they will not live in the same town together after four years. And no matter what people say, it will not be the same. No one can recreate a dorm or sorority house. No one. I'd make sure to remind myself that I could go hang out, and studying could wait. A 100 was an A, but so was a 90. Don't miss out on the fun opportunities because you're consumed with studying. I didn't do anything on school nights until October. And that was outrageous. <br />
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I'd tell myself not to leave early from the Mississippi State vs Florida home game in 2004 no matter how tired or hot Bethany and I were. I'd also tell myself not to go home every weekend. Or cry at all over the fact that I'm not at home. I'd mention that Diamond Girls and Orientation Leader would be two of my very favorite things ever, but it might be wise to get a sub for Diamond Girls Super Bulldog of my freshman year. Just because.<br />
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Not that it would be weird at all standing in Sessums Hall in 2004 hearing from a talking fly on the wall...<br />
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Isn't this reality though. Everything I listed above has to do with knowing the end of the story. Knowing how things would wind up in the end. I have the benefit now of knowing what is going on in August 2011. At the time, I had no clue. And we never know the way that God is going to make things turn out. Ever. It makes me realize how important it is to listen to Him right now, in <i>THIS </i>instant. It's also the reason that I should be living in the present day and not in the past. I'm constantly reminded by those around me that if we're constantly looking back or looking forward, we cannot fully enjoy the moment that God has planted us in.<br />
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And so I trust in the one that made me and created me in His image. Knowing that my college days were an amazing <i>PART </i>of my life and not the <i>ONLY </i>part of my life.<br />
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At first I had typed this lyrics as a reminder of college and how quickly it is gone, but they seem ever more applicable to today as well. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"You're gonna miss this</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>You're gonna want this back</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>You're gonna wish these days</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Hadn't gone by so fast</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>These are some good times</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>So take a good look around</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>You may not know it now,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>But you're gonna miss this"</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So excited to just live vicariously through my sis in law this week though! She's going through recruitment right now as we speak, and I'm excited to see what God has planned for her days at Mississippi State!</div>Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-52652044338309183232011-08-09T22:13:00.000-05:002011-08-09T22:13:04.109-05:00Tasty Tuesday {Cranberry Spread}<span id="goog_1577560138"></span><span id="goog_1577560139"></span>After a week break from Tasty Tuesday, I considered not writing it anymore. Then someone came up to me and told me how much they loved reading the recipes and the stories that go with them, and so I continue. The hardest part of doing this recipe every Tuesday is allowing enough time to prepare the dish AND photograph it. You wouldn't think this would be hard, but I catch myself forgetting to stop and take a photo for you guys. Since this is my favorite part of food blogs, I can't just not take pictures! So bear with me because I often make a recipe and take one photo at the beginning and then don't remember again until the end. I hope that the photos will help you see how easy it is to make whatever is coming out of my kitchen! Even if the photos aren't as well taken as food blogs and most of my friend's blogs for that matter. <br />
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This week isn't a dinner meal though. It's something much better than that! <br />
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I am SO excited to share this recipe with y'all! I'm actually pretty obsessed with it! It's just a snack, but it satisfies my sweet tooth most of the time. Come to think of it, it would be a great tailgate dip for the fall. {which allows you to know that I'm so ready for football season!}<br />
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Backstory for this recipe: Have you ever heard of Fresh Cut Florist and Catering? I feel certain that if you live in Mississippi, you've been to at least one wedding that she has done even if you didn't know it at the time. Anyway, <a href="http://www.wendyputt.com/">Wendy Putt</a> is the owner of Fresh Cut based out of Jackson, MS, and while she didn't do our wedding because we were having it in Starkville, I love going to weddings where she has done the food. Why? Well, if you've ever been to a wedding she did the food at, you wouldn't be asking that question! And actually, her husband is the chef who does the food. Maybe I should give him the credit. <i>ANYWAY</i>, at Fresh Cut weddings there is usually this <i>AMAZING </i>stuff that I'm not even sure what it's called. Let's call it crack cranberry spread because it is so addicting! It's served with gingersnap cookies and is the best dip at any wedding. Here's a picture of the stuff. {photo credit where credit is due: <a href="http://www.followellfotography.com/">Robby Followell</a>} <br />
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Oh M Gee. This stuff is to die for. I will even admit that we went to one wedding where they had this dip, and I skipped wedding cake for another serving of this crack cranberry stuff! It is delish! Like for real.<br />
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So now that I've gone on and on about this dip, you're probably wondering why I'm featuring someone's food without knowing the recipe. Well, I just couldn't wait for Fresh Cut weddings to eat this stuff. So when my Mom found something that tastes <i>VERY </i>similar, I had to share the recipe with y'all. <br />
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It's so easy. So quick. And SO good! Make this today to share with your friends, family, small group, or hoard it all for yourself.<br />
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The cast of characters list is so small. All you need is some softened cream cheese {I used fat free}, pecans {or walnuts}, dried cranberries, and orange marmalade. While you don't necessarily have all of these things in your pantry, you'll make this recipe again and again. I guarantee it!<br />
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Once you've collected your ingredients, dump the 8 ounces of softened cream cheese in a bowl.<br />
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<span style="color: black;">And forget to take a photo of that step. </span><br />
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Measure out 2/3 cup of dried cranberries and dump them in the bowl. Curse Google Blogs for uploading your photo rotated {as usual!}. <br />
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Next, add to the mixture 1/3 cup of orange marmalade. I happen to have the homemade good stuff from a farmers market, but feel free to use the store bought stuff. I'm pretty sure all of it has the orange rind in it. I love the fact that it has orange rind in it. I can't tell from the photo above if Fresh Cut's version has orange rind in it or not. <br />
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And last, dump in 1/2 cup of chopped pecan pieces. While I used pecans, you can also use walnuts. But I have a hard time that southern Fresh Cut uses walnuts. Pecans are just so much more southern to me. My pecan pieces were too big, so I had to chop them up.<br />
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Finally, you mix all of the ingredients together. I usually use a whisk to whisk the orange, cranberries, and pecans into the cream cheese. You want to make sure it's very well mixed.<br />
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After that's done, scoop some out onto a gingersnap and enjoy. Fair warning....it's hard to just eat one! Also, I usually buy the Kroger brand gingersnaps. The other day I was at Target and out of gingersnaps so I bought some. And I do not like them. They are way too hard and crunchy. So if you're not a gingersnap connoisseur {which I am not}, buy the Kroger brand and not the Target brand!<br />
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Doesn't that look delicious? I hope that y'all will try it since it's so easy and let me know what you think. While not the original version, it satisfies my cravings frequently! Store it in an air tight container in the fridge and enjoy all week long {or until it's gone}.<br />
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Also, my recipe says you can serve it with arugula as a salad or spread on a chicken sandwich. I'm sure it's great as a sandwich spread. Cranberry, orange, and chicken! Yum! It sounds like Thanksgiving. However, I'm sticking with ginger snaps. Such a yummy snack! Hope you enjoy! Let me know if you make it!<br />
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Recipe: Cranberry Spread<br />
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8 oz softened cream cheese<br />
2/3 cup dried cranberries<br />
1/3 cup orange marmalade<br />
1/2 cup pecans or walnuts<br />
gingersnaps<br />
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Mix first four ingredients together and combine well. Serve with gingersnaps. Refrigerate leftovers. Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-16399626587907128842011-08-08T13:04:00.000-05:002011-08-08T13:04:48.543-05:00Vacation All I Ever Wanted, Vacation Had to Get Away!Well, I think that it is <i>HIGH </i>time I post about our anniversary trip that David and I took. You could say I've been a little behind on the blog as of lately. I can't help it. Blogging <i>EVERY </i>day about our wedding really caused me to need to slow down a bit. That, and my recent addiction to the TV show Lost. I don't know how I'm just now discovering this show!<br />
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Anyway, to celebrate our one year anniversary, David and I took a vacation over the 4th of July. Being the new guy at work means that you don't get to take time off for awhile. {I'm happy to report we are about to experience our first experience with "vacation" days from work for David}. So since he had <i>ZERO </i>days off, we used the two days off that his company generously gave him for the fourth to enjoy our second "honeymoon." And boy did we honeymoon again! It's just like I remember it. The beach! The sand! The sun! The <i>FOOD</i>! And hanging out with my hubby. Of course, it was minus the long flight, passports, curvy awful road up, down, and around a mountain {if you're going to St. Lucia, ask me why you should pack Dramamine!}. And we had the addition of our newest family member, Lacey. Wish we could have made it 9 days like our actual honeymoon, but I'll take what I can get! <br />
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My hubby of one year and I traveled to Seaside, Florida to spend time away relaxing! We left Friday after he got off of work and drove all night. At around 12:30am, we pulled into our condo. You may recognize where we stayed as the same place we stayed at for my friend <a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2011/06/getaway-girls-weekend.html">Laura's bachelorette party</a>! As soon as I saw what a great location and deal it was, we booked it!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So after arriving super late {or early}, we played with Lacey for a bit because we were wired and wide awake!</div><br />
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But then she got sleepy and <i>CRASHED</i>!<br />
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So we did too! And the next morning, we awoke to the perfect sunny day for laying on the beach. It was MUCH warmer than when we came for Laura's party. However, before our trip to the beach, we drove into Seaside for the Farmer's Market. There were vendors from all over the area with things such as fruits, vegies, jewelry, breads, cakes, cookies, and lots more. Of course, I didn't take photos here because a lady saw that my tshirt said Mississippi State and she proceeded to tell us that her daughter goes to school there. And so began a discussion about Mississippi State. So no photos. I did, however, get some yummy tea. I love hot tea. I don't know why. Yes, I'm still Southern! This tea is Mango tea and it is really good. I'll save my tea obsession for another day!<br />
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After a full day on the beach with some icky, murky, algae/seaweed water, we came up to get clean and head to dinner. I was adamant I was going to get a feather in my hair before we went to dinner. You know, the Steven Tyler-esque version. But when the time came to make the decision, I caved. There were too many decisions. And all of the ones that would have shown up in my hair were bright magenta and electric blue. I'm sorry, but I'm not a teeny bopper and I do not want to look like Miley Cyrus. Maybe next time.<br />
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We ate dinner at a place called <a href="http://www.thegreatsoutherncafe.com/">The Great Southern</a>. We didn't have to wait long and the food was good. Food is a major theme from our time together! Haha! There is a redundant theme to this post. Sleep, beach, food, food. Haha.<br />
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Yummy shrimp and cheese grits!<br />
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After dinner, we had time to go play on the beach before the sun went away. The beach at Seaside was MUCH prettier than our beach at Seagrove. There was no algae in it. Which was nice for pictures and playing in it!<br />
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One thing I regret not doing on our honeymoon is writing our names in the sand. I'm not sure why I think this is so romantic. Maybe it's because I never had a guy to do this for me. Maybe it's because growing up when my family would go to the beach every summer, we'd always see these "love notes" in the sand. I wasn't jealous at all!!!!<br />
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He still humors me even after a year of marriage! :)<br />
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I decided to get my feet wet, and David decided he would randomly shoot photographs of me. <br />
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When I walked back to the camera to see what he'd been shooting, he said, "I went all <a href="http://mrandmrscade.blogspot.com/">Tanner Cade </a>on some of those!" Oh how I love my husband. And I love the fact that I knew exactly what he was referring to. TC, you have a photography style of your own apparently! {Happy Belated Bday by the way!--very belated!}<br />
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And of course, in true David fashion, he had to get one of me reaching for the camera. And I put it on the blog to humor him. <br />
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Then it was my turn to TC it up. Have to have my time attempting to recreate Tanner originals. And if you read the post from the other day, you've seen all of these pictures. If you didn't read it, you should definitely <a href="http://davidandsaraadams.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-love-this-man.html">read all of the reasons that I love this man</a>. There are many!<br />
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Next, we walked around some of the shops at Seaside. There were many, but one of my favorites was filled with owls. Here are some of the cute things that I <i>DIDN'T</i> buy!<br />
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Little baby girl bloomers:<br />
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Owl baby blankies: <br />
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Stuffed matching owls:<br />
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Let it be water bottle:<br />
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Night Owl eye masks:<br />
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Owl Coin purses:<br />
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I know, David was surprised too that I didn't buy any of the owl goodness in this store. But I held off and used restraint. I had no need for any of those things!<br />
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We headed back to our condo and went to get Lacey. Since Seagrove is a pet friendly beach, Lacey could come out and play. We had purposefully waited until there weren't as many people out so that we could take her off of her leash. <br />
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It looks like David is pinching her but here. I think he was just chasing her!<br />
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I love this picture! It's of my two loves!<br />
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You can see her reaction in this video below. It's very funny. She acts like a 2 year old and not a 7 year old dog!<br />
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With the tide out, you could see the nasty green stuff. Thankfully, it got better while we were there. Not great, but better! We didn't get in the water at all this day!<br />
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The next morning Lacey and I slept in while David went to play golf. He traveled towards Santa Rosa beach to play and said he really enjoyed it. Lacey and I went for a walk and waited on him to get home so that we could relax all afternoon on the beach. After David got home and we'd eaten, we headed for the beach! There were actually people in the water when we got there! Great sign!<br />
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Someone got burned on day one! This was pretty much what we did all afternoon!<br />
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After the beach, we got ready for dinner. Again, a common theme with our vacation. <br />
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This night, we chose the Red Bar. I LOVE the Red Bar! I think I said that when we went with Laura. After a 45 minute wait {which was <i>NOTHING </i>compared to the people we were waiting with who had been there for 2 hours and still not been seated. Glad there were only 2 of us}.<br />
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The Red Bar has such neat decor that David made me photograph it. He thinks it looks like Graceland Too and wanted to see what you all thought!<br />
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Santa Claus was even there!<br />
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We were so hungry when we got our food, but the grouper was A-MAH-ZING! Yummy!<br />
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And of course, we couldn't skip dessert! We chose the bread pudding with ice cream. It was incredible. <br />
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This night was by far my favorite evening of food!<br />
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The next morning was the 4th of July. We woke up EARLY and rode our bikes that we had rented to Seaside for the 4th of July parade. It was really funny to see what all people came up with. There were locals there and people who were just vacationing. There were floats and golf carts. The typical beauty queens and cheerleaders. Of course it was kicked off with Firemen and Police Officers. There was a lot of red, white, and blue, candy, and Mardi Gras beads. Just to show you a little of what I mean:<br />
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David saw this golf cart and said, "wait..who invited Col Reb?" Haha. Silly boy!<br />
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This girl was the statue of liberty holding an ice cream cone! Very American.<br />
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Flags waving back and forth on the windshield wipers! How do they come up with this stuff?! <br />
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Then, Colonel Reb came by again. This became a joke between us every time he came by. Which was frequently. <br />
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This was by <i>FAR </i>the best thing people threw off of floats. They were those frozen popsicles. Everyone wanted one! It was <i>HOT</i>!<br />
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Col Reb with a birthday cake. We started wondering why the black bear wasn't invited!<br />
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After the parade, we were starving so we rode our bikes all the way into Seaside and went to eat at Modica Market. <i>YUMMY</i>! Modica is a little grocery/general store. They also make a bunch of bakery breakfast things. David ate a sausage biscuit and I had a berry muffin. It was definitely a from scratch muffin. We literally just sat out there and people watched for a little while. I enjoyed my first iced coffee. It was different. I like black coffee so it was weird to be drinking something cold that didn't have sugar in it. But it was FAR too hot for hot coffee! <br />
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After breakfast, we rode our bikes ALL the way back to Seagrove. It was a very refreshing bike ride, but I was ready to lay on the beach! But first, we had to check on our Lacey Pup! We let her wear all of our beads since she was unable to attend the parade!<br />
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Another day on the beach with a book and pandora radio. It was wonderful! I love the beach!<br />
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After the beach, we came back to get ready for dinner. We had made reservations for Bud and Alley's at Seaside. It was really good. I had grouper again, and David had steak. After dinner, things were beginning to pick up in the amphitheater. <br />
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David and I listened to the band for a little while. The guy's name was Will Hoge, and while I had never heard of him before, he was great! We headed to <a href="http://www.sundogbooks.com/sundog.html">Sundog Bookstore</a> and <a href="http://www.sundogbooks.com/centralsquare/blog/">Central Square Records</a> store. We browsed downstairs a little while and then headed upstairs. <br />
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And you're not prepared for what we found. Yep, a red and yellow owl. It was a silk screen print and I had it framed as <i>SOON </i>as we got home! I have no where to hang it right now, but I love it. I usually don't impulse buy, but seriously <i>HOW </i>could I pass this up!?<br />
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Do you not just LOVE it? Probably not. Because I have a unique love for owls. And always will. Forever. And Ever!<br />
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After our owl shopping {by the way, ONE owl from this trip is totally not overboard!}, we went on the balcony of Central Square records and listened to Will Hoge while waiting on the fireworks. There were tons of people there enjoying the music!<br />
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David was excited for the fireworks!<br />
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Still waiting to see the fireworks! Don't mind David's RED legs. He told me they "weren't that bad." No big deal. Someone please remind me of that when we have skin cancer one day. <br />
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And then it was time for the fireworks. It was by far the best fireworks show I've ever seen. It was actually more enjoyable then Disney World {I can't believe I'm saying that}. For someone who loves music, they <i>REALLY </i>did a good job of choosing music that would appeal to everyone! "Party in the U.S.A" by Miley Cyrus, "Little Pink Houses" and "This is Our Country" by John Mellencamp, the "Star Spangled Banner," "Born in the USA" by Bruce Springsteen, all of the military songs, the pledge of allegiance, "It's America" by Rodney Adkins, "Independence Day" by Martina McBride, "Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater, "Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue" by Toby Keith, "American Pie," "American Girl" by Tom Petty, "American Saturday Night" by Brad Paisley, and the list goes on and on and on. <br />
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Well, you get the idea. It was awesome! Enjoy some pics. <br />
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Well, that sums up our anniversary trip! It was so much fun! I'm so thankful that we got to spend some much needed time away from life and just enjoy one another. We had a blast and hope to go back at some point. Thankful for my husband and the joy he brings to my life!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5CCx0enxdEr2ys1nvguN17MF_nd3l66_JOEIPSOSqmKill30aKg1P20iiHdNYpOnMKct8gz8j5djkzkccj-UTk-H0FoIzJHvKVZHM8SvsKK4d9Ew45ieq6sLEqAUZosYAdT1ExWhFmAl/s1600/IMG_2539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-41343989303314357872011-08-05T10:53:00.000-05:002011-08-05T10:53:56.991-05:00Friday Fun Finds {8/5/11}You'll have to excuse me. I was a bad blogger last week. I'm not ashamed to admit that I took a break from all things blogging. I still need to tell you about our anniversary trip that happened at the beginning of the month. I'm that behind on blogging. But I did have a Friday Fun Find that I started to tell you about last week. But then I got distracted. And then I lost interest in posting it. Then I cleaned the house. And then I went to bed. The end of my Friday night last week. So interesting, I know.<br />
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Anyway, we just got in from Pickwick with David's family this week. We got back on Tuesday, and I sat down to write Tasty Tuesday at 7:47pm that night because I had yet to type out a recipe. I'll save that one for next Tuesday. So yes, we've been off at Pickwick on a mini vacation with David's family for the past few days, and I wish I could tell you that a blog post would be coming soon with photos from that time. However, I can't tell you that because I didn't take one. single. picture. So not like me. But I did enjoy my vacation distraction free. Mostly.<br />
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Oh and before you ask, yes Lacey made the trip to Pickwick. And no she did not ride on the boat. Even though David asked like a million times if she could.<br />
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Today, my fun find involves Lacey though. Sort of. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Who has ever heard of Etsy? Because if you haven't, I'm sad that no one has shared it with you before now! I'm sad that I have never shared it with you before now! It is <i>THE </i>place to get handmade crafts and vintage items. It's sort of like Ebay in that you search for what you're looking for. However, there is no bidding. The owner sets the price and you choose if you want it or not. There are a ton of cute items, and you can even request for customized items. Go ahead, finish my post, then click the gigantic orange picture right above. This will take you to loads of Etsy shopping finds. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I first heard of Etsy when my friend Jenny {yep, that Jenny} told me about a neat idea for wedding help. She told me that you could order pdf files of stationary and print it out to use for thank you notes. Amazing idea, but I had just ordered my stationary that very day. So when I had a shower with ten hostesses and needed shower happies, guess what I did? I bought a pdf file, printed out the cards and bought envelopes for them. Voila! Super inexpensive hostess gifts that looked like I had bought them somewhere fancy. That was purchase number one of Etsy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since that time, I have been completely okay with just browsing and collecting ideas for our home, my scrapbook, or both. I have not purchased anything. Not purchased anything that is until the other day. And on that day, I gave Etsy my PayPal account number and info. And since now all I have to do is click a button and say purchase instead of having to walk to my car, get my wallet, locate my card, walk back into my house, go back to my laptop, and enter all of the digits, I purchase way too much. Because, let's face it. Something always happens to distract me during that previous process. But not anymore. Paypal makes it too easy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My favorite thing to do on Etsy is type in Owl and watch the search come up with crafty, thrify, contemporary, and amazing owl finds. If you've hung around the blog long enough, you know I love owls. Currently, my background is owls, though every time I check the blog on David's computer, I can't see said owl background. Maybe leave a comment if you can or cannot see the cute gray and white owls. I'm not sure why it only works on my computer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, back to the owls. The other day, I was searching for owls as it is one of my favorite things to do when I'm just relaxing. I stumbled upon the most amazing thing <i>EVER</i>! Today, I want to share with you some of my Fun Finds on Etsy! Just look at these cute OWLS!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">First of all, I was searching for some gift tags for a shower that I'm doing for a friend of mine. I happened upon a store that had tags for $1 for 6 tags. It was a summer sale she was doing. Her shop happens to be called <a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/SupplyOwl?ref=ls_profile">SupplyOwl</a>. So after I picked out the tags that I needed for the shower, I searched for owl in her shop. This particular seller lets you add items to your shipment at no extra cost for shipping. So I threw these tags in. Seriously, they were $1.00. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And that's not all that <a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/SupplyOwl?ref=ls_profile">SupplyOwl</a> has in the way of owl tags. Check out these cuties that I may or may not have ordered. You can click on any of the above photos or photos below for direct link to the listing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, if you get a birthday present from me, it may or may not have a cute owl tag on it so you'll know who it's from {even if I don't sign my name}.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My next shop find is something for this little darling...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh yes, her Mama loves owls. You knew she'd be getting one sometime soon! I happened upon a girl named Sam at <a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/veryvintage?ref=ls_profile">veryvingtage</a> who happened to have this listed one day in my owl search. When I saw it, I knew Lacey had to have it. I've been on a mad search for a cute owl ID tag {nevermind the fact that I don't let her out of my sight AND she's microchipped}, but of course, our spoiled little Lacey <i>HAD </i>to have this. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I would show you Lacey's finished product except it's thundering outside right now and she won't sit still to photograph. Something about thunderstorms make her freak out. She's actually pacing around the house as I type. It's probably better this way because it won't have my cell phone number for everyone to see. I don't want crazy stalkers calling me. I mean, people from India read our blog. Which creeps me out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here I am with my sweet Pup without her new dog tag. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Still though, is that not the cutest owl dog tag you've ever seen! And Sam did such a great job with it! I was so pleased. Plus you can hear little Lacey jingle every time she comes in and out of the room. I always know what part of our little home she is in. {which for right now, there is a constant jingle...thank you thunderstorm}. But, I searched Sam's shop {again, here is the link <a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/veryvintage?ref=ls_profile">veryvintage</a>} and found these presh owl earrings. They were $3, and Sam has a great rate on combined shipping! Plus, my friend Laura at <a href="http://birdsonawirevintage.blogspot.com/">BIRDSONAWIRE Vintage</a> tells me that studs are <i>SO </i>in right now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aren't they so cute? Lacey and her Mama got owls all in one day! :) I would definitely recommend heading over to Sam's shop. She has some great things for pets and jewelry for cheap. There are even bobby pins to match my earrings above. She's a great seller to work with, and everything came super quick and speedy. Especially for a customized piece. Also, her Mom sells dog treats that she makes from scratch. Her Etsy is <a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/shortysgourmettreats?ref=ls_profile">ShortysGourmetTreats</a>. Seriously, like Mother, like Daughter!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those would be vegetarian <i>OWL </i>dog treats! How awesome is that! May have to get some of those for our wonderful puppy dog. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I hope you see why I love Etsy. It's not just owls. I promise! I've bought other things as well. There are so many ideas to be had from Etsy. Of course, you can't steal their ideas and sell them for yourself, but there are definitely no rules about not making it for your own home! I'm certain that you'll be seeing many, many more of my Etsy finds! I cannot get enough!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And now, I've got my eye on this! Can't reveal where I want to put it yet, and doubt I'll purchase it any time soon, but I love it! So vintage feeling! An embroidery hoop owl...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Don't forget to visit some of the shops. You can click on any photo and it will take you to the listing I purchased or that is for sale. If you click on the shop owner's name, you can search their shop till you find something you want! I hope you have as much fun on Etsy as I {and my bank account} has had! </div>Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304965389994823451.post-43723076902647666182011-07-28T20:33:00.000-05:002011-07-28T20:33:45.391-05:00Why I Love This ManThere are many, many reasons why I love this man. Too many to list. And yet I still try....<br />
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He finds things in me that I didn't know were there. And helps me realize my uniqueness. And encourages me to use my uniqueness's for the glory of the Lord. <br />
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He is kind, gentle, humble, and meek. He is tender and can put my mind at ease in two seconds. Okay, sometimes it takes twenty minutes, but who's counting! <br />
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Even though he's all of the above, he's the goofiest guy I know. He makes me laugh when I should be crying. He always has a corny Beverly Hillbillies joke or Roy D Mercer comment to say even though he knows I won't get it, won't catch it until he points it out, and won't care after he does. He expects me to roll my eyes, and knows that I wouldn't love him as much if he didn't act ridiculously silly 95% of the time!<br />
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He lightens my heart and my load. <br />
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He follows Christ. He seeks Him out daily and leads me daily in the way that Christ directs him to. He's not afraid to admit when we've taken a wrong turn in life and is committed to setting us on the right path. He follows Christ. <br />
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He reminds me to guard my mouth. My words. And my tongue. Somethings need to be said, but only for his ears. Somethings need to be said to Him--my heavenly Father. And Some things are better left unsaid. {and somethings I should probably only tell my Mom}.<br />
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He is my warrior. My knight in shining armor. A body builder in the weightroom and for the Kingdom. He stands strong against the devil and his wicked plan. He fights my demons beside me. We put on the armor of the Lord daily so that our marriage stands firm in Christ. He is my protector. The Lord is our guide. "<i>WHOM </i>shall we fear?" <br />
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He may not hold our horizon in the palm of his hand, but he knows the one who does. And together, we seek and obey God's direction and purposes for our life together. And though the waves can be found below, our God elevates us with His righteous right hand. And David guides us with his left. <br />
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Sometimes, he gets tired of smiling for pictures. <br />
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And yet other times, he cheeses them up! Mostly in an effort to make me laugh.<br />
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He is dedicated. To his God. To his wife. To his friends. To his job. To the work the Lord has placed in his path. <br />
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He puts me before himself. He tries to love unconditionally, even when it's hard. <br />
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He is my one and only. I am so very, very blessed.<br />
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And I love David<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i> <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28650">1</sup>If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28651">2</sup>And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28652">3</sup> If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,<sup> </sup>but have not love, I gain nothing.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28653">4</sup> Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28654">5</sup>or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28655">6</sup>it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28656">7</sup> Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28657">8</sup>Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28658">9</sup>For we know in part and we prophesy in part, <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28659">10</sup>but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28660">11</sup>When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28661">12</sup>For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> <sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28662">13</sup>So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.</i></div>Sara Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735316962217228709noreply@blogger.com1