<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941</id><updated>2012-01-14T12:23:09.683-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='september 11'/><category term='babies'/><category term='papaw'/><category term='new pics'/><category term='Ziba'/><category term='Bible study'/><category term='funny'/><category term='pumpkin carving'/><category term='miss ya'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='Deployment'/><category term='death'/><category term='change'/><category term='God&apos;s creation'/><category term='campaign'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='life in Bama'/><category term='baby Mayhew'/><category term='military'/><category term='house buying'/><category term='lightening'/><category term='awkward moments'/><category term='US soldier sister'/><category term='symphony'/><category term='war'/><category term='bad mood'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Pictures.'/><category term='Weekend fun'/><category term='presents'/><category term='family'/><category term='Christmas symbols'/><category term='God working'/><category term='mom'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='update'/><category term='lurkers'/><category term='Works for me wednesday'/><category term='friends'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='meme'/><category term='Missions'/><category term='time out.'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='TV'/><category term='victory'/><category term='deer'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='giving'/><category term='music'/><category term='camping'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Tupperware'/><category term='faith'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='Holding On'/><category term='back to blogging'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='tradition'/><category term='running'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='baby Mayhew #2'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='wordless Wednesday'/><category term='husband'/><category term='choices'/><category term='thought for the day'/><category term='america'/><category term='Devotions'/><category term='My brother'/><category term='statistics'/><category term='risks'/><category term='convictions'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='snow'/><category term='love'/><category term='Christmas Decorations'/><category term='101 things'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Walking backwards</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1608400389111836127</id><published>2012-01-01T12:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:32:07.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in Bama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>quick glance back - and keep one foot in front of the other.</title><content type='html'>Well - I could/should go back to review the monthly adventures of 2011.... but I think I am just going to hit some highlights and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the year I had a blast running and racing - I ran three races in 2011 and got three trophies. Pretty cool stuff. Also had fun running with a good friend during the week - it provided such fun times just figuring out how to set our schedules to manage the kids etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring we found out that I was pregnant. This slowed down my running for a few months, but unfortunately in June, we realized that we were having another miscarriage. June has been a tough month for my pregnancies for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July we had a blast celebrating baby J's first bday party. He had a party in Alabama and also in Virginia - with good friends and family around us. He learned to walk just a few days later and is now learning to communicate with his word count being around 40 active understandable words! and a lot of sentences that we don't understand AT ALL! but he is just so cute when he starts jabbering. He walks and talks from the minute he wakes up to the minute he goes to bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, we got yet another positive pregnancy test.... and I will talk more about that shortly. All seems to be going well still with the little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, R took a job in Alabama.... soo, the week before Christmas we loaded up the truck (thanks to good friends in VA) and moved our stuff down south. We unloaded into a storage building and are temporarily living with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... those are the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;Now, for what we believe is coming in the next few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking at houses. We have already gone looking with the realtor in the last week and met with the lender as well. We are trying hard to buy our first house!! WOW.... growing up is kinda crazy. We have a few options and hope to be making offers soon... overwhelmed doesn't being to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also are trying to prepare for the arrival of the little princess. At this point with J's pregnancy I was already moving towards being prepared.... furniture, registering, etc. etc. This time I haven't even started!!! If it weren't for a good friend in VA giving me a box of girl clothes back in July, I don't know if I would even have clothes for her yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger asked me fore the first time the other night when I was due (I was checking out with two maternity shirts and a baby sleeper.... guess she felt safe asking the question)... then she asked if I already knew if it was a boy or girl... and then asked if I had my nursery ready.. Umm no. I don't even have a house in which I can put a nursery yet!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R starts his new job next week. I am so excited for him to get to live his dream. I can see the excitement building in him daily. The only other times I have seen him have this kinda of anticipation was in the weeks leading to our wedding.... and in the days prior to J's birth. It is so reassuring to see him so excited about this endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - 2011 was a roller coaster - the good was great.... the bad was really tough - I have expectation that 2012 will probably be a roller coaster as well - just in different areas. Here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1608400389111836127?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1608400389111836127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1608400389111836127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1608400389111836127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1608400389111836127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-glance-back-and-keep-one-foot-in.html' title='quick glance back - and keep one foot in front of the other.'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1270864438163068543</id><published>2011-12-16T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:45:50.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in Bama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>Well.... august - that's the last you heard info??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big half-marathon for me this year.... we found out soon after the last entry on the ol' blog that I am pregnant.... again... 4 times in just over 2 years~ of course two of these pregnancies have sent little precious ones to heaven long before I got to meet them... one is now 17 months old.... and the other is growing strong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, I am just shy of 19 week along - and we found out this past monday that she is a girl!! what a new world I am about to enter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are moving - from the southern area of VA back to my home state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that happens next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pregnant, with a 17 month toddler, moving, at Christmas..... when the Mayhew's do something - we do it FULLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok - that's all for the update.... back to packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1270864438163068543?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1270864438163068543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1270864438163068543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1270864438163068543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1270864438163068543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2011/12/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8178612968334895937</id><published>2011-08-30T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:12:59.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Inconsistent</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I am so inconsistent already. Not a good sign one week in to real training. less than 11 weeks till race day though - so, still doable, I just have to pick it up some. Maybe my run schedule is just not working for me - anyone have experience in adjusting it - with kids in the house - to make it work for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my newest niece was born yesterday - so exciting - and so tough to be so far away! Congrats jon-jon and brantley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8178612968334895937?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8178612968334895937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8178612968334895937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8178612968334895937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8178612968334895937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2011/08/inconsistent.html' title='Inconsistent'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-108239563438347901</id><published>2011-08-23T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:47:10.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>training</title><content type='html'>day 1 of half-marathon training went pretty well. Not too hard of a run, and really was more intervals than a full out run. Gonna run my 4 miles hopefully today.... that will be the longest run since May - not sure how that will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am also considering signing up for a 5k in October so that I can have a short term goal to reach between now and November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other moms, where do you run? When do you run? How do you run with kids in tow? I have a jogging stroller, but there is NO WAY J is going to be ok with anything longer than 30-40 minutes in the stroller... so, anything longer than 4 miles is going to be hard on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-108239563438347901?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/108239563438347901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=108239563438347901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/108239563438347901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/108239563438347901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2011/08/training.html' title='training'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8482136524647313291</id><published>2011-08-20T09:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:48:06.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>new blog? nah</title><content type='html'>I have gone back and forth on this issue. Am I finished blogging? Do I want to keep blogging sometimes with a new theme? Should I shut this down and start a new one? Who am I even talking to? Myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I blog more, I want to have a point - not just a history of my life... although I guess it will also be an outlet for that as well. But what point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think for now I will stay here - and see how this goes. For now, this is going to be my journal for the next three months. After that, I will re-evaluate and decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we last spoke, a LOT of life has happened. I ran three 5k races - twice I was second in my agegroup, and once I was first in my age group. I found out I was pregnant. 9 weeks later I found out that the baby was not living.. a repeat of 2009... and one week after that I had a miscarriage. It seems that June and early pregnancy do not go well for me. I am still dealing with all that. I have seen more doctors, had more tests - everything says I am "normal." People that know me KNOW that isn't true. We move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now on the verge - as in, starting Monday - of training for a half-marathon. I have NO idea how I am going to actually get this done, since until this past Monday I had not run in over 2 months. This last week I ran 2 miles, twice. That's a long way from 13.1. But I have 12 weeks to get prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easy part is the running, honestly. The hard part is finding the time to do it. Most of the training will probably be done with a jogging stroller in front of me I guess. Pushing an extra 40 pounds of baby+stroller shouldn't be too complicated right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off I go. I will try to keep posted as to how the training is going. This is the final test to see if this blog will stay active or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to train with me? Anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8482136524647313291?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8482136524647313291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8482136524647313291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8482136524647313291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8482136524647313291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-blog-nah.html' title='new blog? nah'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1464824327745446910</id><published>2010-12-28T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:53:37.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>2010 - revisited</title><content type='html'>This year has been oh SO FAST! I know they say that it just gets faster as you get older.... not real excited about that - but seriously, does it not feel like yesterday that we all celebrated 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the highlights. I really thought about not doing this, but even though I don't have all the blogs to tell the story, I feel like I need to mark the big stories - good and bad - of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby showers in waiting for Josiah in April and May - how wonderfully humbling it is to have so many people that loved my baby before he even arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon-Jon came home in May... as hard it is has always been to say goodbye to him - - the joy of celebrating his return is OH SO MUCH GREATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the Congressional primary in June... it is always fun to be on the winning team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the highlight of the year happened July 10 - when my precious son arrived on the scene. He has changed our lives in SO many ways! Our family went from 2 to 3 but that little addition has multiplied our love so much! I love Ronnie even more than before when I watch the way he loves his son! We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult part of my year came about 18 days later, when my friend, Brianna passed away while giving birth to her daughter. My heart hurt for Brianna's family, and even more for her daughter... such a beautiful little girl whose mom loved her so much! Even last week, when taking pictures of that little baby, so many times I just wanted to ask Brianna what kind of pictures she wanted me to take! It is hard to say goodbye to someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August, September, and October are a bit blurry. There were trips to Alabama - holidays, MANY firsts - and LOTS of pictures.... but the awe of being a mother was still a little overwhelming to me... and then November brought Josiah's first flights - just he and I, while Ronnie went to Thailand for 10 days. I have rarely been more proud of my husband than when watching him do what is right in the sight of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, December, well - J's first Christmas has been amazing. and busy. But we celebrated Christmas in Gatlinburg first - and had a blast.... and then at home... and that was awesome with the three of us celebrating together, and cooking together, and eating together... I LOVED it! and then in Alabama... the first time since 2006 that EVERYONE has been together. my brother was not at war - I was not in VA.... we were together... mawmaw, pawpaw, mamaw, dena, danny, kelsie, paul, suzy, matthew, jon-jon, brantley (and their new one on the way!), jen, andy, aubrey, barrett, ronnie, josiah and me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy? yes. but, fun? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a year. a full year. a wonderful year. a tragic year. what does 2011 hold? I can hardly wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1464824327745446910?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1464824327745446910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1464824327745446910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1464824327745446910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1464824327745446910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-revisited.html' title='2010 - revisited'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1923122426249387322</id><published>2010-08-16T14:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T14:47:49.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Rookie</title><content type='html'>I guess it's official. I am a rookie. rookie mom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a to-do list that will most likely not get done&lt;br /&gt;I have a did-do list that most people would not be very proud of&lt;br /&gt;I am more aware of insanity than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes talk in baby voice&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel bad about myself when I say "I stay at home." I am kinda proud of it now&lt;br /&gt;I find myself rocking even when not holding a child.&lt;br /&gt;I just got a text asking me to do something - it included the phrase "childcare is provided" and it applied to me!&lt;br /&gt;I have had conversations in public about poop and spit-up&lt;br /&gt;I find myself reading about controversial topics that use to not even matter to me! (vaccines, CIO, attachment parenting, co-sleeping, etc. etc.) (no - I will not discuss them on my blog....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely different than ever before... But, its so stinkin rewarding and he is so stinkin' cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still the same person. I have not lost my identity. I have not lost my passion for life, music, or people. I have not forgotten that friends are valuable and I need to take time for them. (for my own sanity.) I have not lost my desire to be involved in the world around me-to make it a better place. As a matter of fact, I now desire even MORE to be involved - to make a difference - for every difference I make for the good will have a direct impact on the little one I love so dearly! I have not lost who I am..... I have grown! As when I got married, and everything changed around me.... I have become much more - not less. I have not gone backwards and become "just a mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those that know me personally - please realize, that while my "did-do" list may look different than yours, it will still include time with you if you allow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not intend on this being some vent.... and it is definately NOT intended to be directed at anyone.... simply a statement as to what I have learned in the last 5ish weeks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1923122426249387322?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1923122426249387322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1923122426249387322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1923122426249387322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1923122426249387322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2010/08/rookie.html' title='Rookie'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5646880832917778943</id><published>2010-08-03T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:05:17.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>and heaven is richer for her life here</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I lost a dear friend. I have waited to put this in writing for fear that I could not represent her life well in words... and so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved all. She was patient with people. She taught at the detention school here in our town and loved those children dearly. She made it clear that she knew she could have an impact on lives that were not always easy to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught children. At church she was a consistent children's/AWANA worker. She loved children. She wanted more than anything else to be a mother. She went to children's camp. I was always impressed by her desire to see children know her Savior the way she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was persistent. There were times when we would go weeks without talking. She always reached out to be sure we got back together. She was there for me last year in my miscarriage. She made sure I left the house to go get ice cream... at Bubba's. We sat for hours that day and talked about life. She let me cry, let me vent. Smiled and prayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She included everyone. I honestly can't remember her ever having issues with anyone! She loved dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was already such a great mother, to the little one growing inside her. She wanted to be a mother to her own daughter so badly. I remember the day she told me, with tears in her eyes... merely weeks after I had made my announcement about being pregnant with Josiah. We were so happy to be going through this together. She had battled infertility and won... I had battle the loss of a child and won. We walked the last 9 months together. Our due dates - 19 days apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a co-host of one of my baby showers... we went together with Heather to Buy Buy Baby after work - in Raleigh - to just look at baby stuff. We spent time at Starbucks together - usually not drinking coffee because it would keep us up too late. We laughed at our husbands running out of room in the bed. Ruby Tuesday, our last meal together, the week before Josiah was born, we laughed. Traded some gifts. Compared the difference in preparing for boys and girls. We discussed going late - past 40 weeks. We knew the risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had doctor appointments at 40 weeks and 6 days.... both to start inductions on that day. I was simply 19 days ahead of her. It is in this process that our pregnancy story would go different directions. Mine... through scary moments, came out with a healthy delivery... She came to see us in the hospital. She held Josiah. We discussed that I would be doing the same thing a couple of weeks later. It was not supposed to be this way. Her induction... well... That induction would cost her life. Her last gift to this world is a beautiful baby girl. As I held her in my arms last Saturday, the tears poured knowing how much this baby girl was loved by her mother. It was not supposed to be like this. How she had smiled with big tears in her eyes that day... the day she couldn't hold it back anymore.... how she glowed when she talked about her daughter. The concern she had when the risky days came within the pregnancy. The faith she had that everything would be ok. It was supposed to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I will always remember about my dear friend. So few people on earth are as loving and open as she was. Our lives are changed because she was a part of them. We will do out part to be sure her daughter always knows that her mother loved her dearly - and loved others unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5646880832917778943?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5646880832917778943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5646880832917778943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5646880832917778943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5646880832917778943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-heaven-is-richer-for-her-life-here.html' title='and heaven is richer for her life here'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4446677124602130536</id><published>2010-07-16T14:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:31:14.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>J has arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/TECs7X7tR-I/AAAAAAAAE5U/MIxU3tUOsiY/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494581681428711394" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/TECs7X7tR-I/AAAAAAAAE5U/MIxU3tUOsiY/s200/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weighing in at 7lbs 13 oz, 22 inches long... J arrived on July 10 at 5:03am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birth story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid if I wait, I might never write this down, and one day, I will forget details - so here ya go little J.... the story of the day you were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning, July 9. We had a Doctor's appointment. At that time I was 40 weeks and 6 days. I didn't want to be induced, but since we were already 6 days late, I knew that we were about to have a conversation with the doc about when induction needed to be scheduled. I expected her to tell us to come back Tuesday or Wednesday of the next week. As we were driving up to the doctor's office, I asked Ronnie, what if she says we should go today? (of course, since we live about an hour away from the hospital, I already had the car packed just in case!) We both kinda nervously laughed it off.... &lt;em&gt;knowing&lt;/em&gt; that was impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went in, went through the motions, weight, blood pressure, heartbeat, etc. etc. and then Dr. Fogleman walked in. She listened, measured, checked to see if I had progressed... I had not done much... She sat back and discussed the risks of inducing, not inducing etc. with us... and I asked the question "if it were you, in our shoes, what would you do?" She has had kids before and had been very honest with us up to this point... so, I trusted her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her response:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I would go today." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind, this is what happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WWWWWHHHHHAAATTTT???? OH MY GOODNESS!!! THIS IS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I said... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"today? really?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said yes, she was on call that weekend, so we could know for sure she would be delivering, and it would outweigh many other risks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the office, a bit stunned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie texted my parents in Alabama while we were walking down the hall of the Doctor's office. I think I was a bit shocked to even text! He just said "start driving." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were checked in after a few phone calls to tell people what was going on, and I was plugged in to the Pitocin at 11:45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 4:30pm, I was still not progressing much - so my water was broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW did that change things. Doctor Fogleman had said right before breaking my water that they needed to speed stuff up, I was still texting through contractions. It wasn't going fast enough yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It still took a while to gt from 4-5cm. At that point, it was 1:30am, and J's heartbeat was slowing down into the 70's with each contraction. They were getting concerned that I might have to have a C-section. I am so thankful for a team of Doctors and nurses that are willing to try every other option first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They started with changing my position. I already had my epidural. I got it at 4cm... I had been having contractions every 2 minutes for the last 8 hours and couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to be at 6 cm.... but I just wasn't tough enough for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laid on my left side, then my right side... nothing was fixing it. They even had me get as close to laying on my belly as possible to try to move J around just in case he was laying on his cord or holding onto it with the contractions. At 2:30, the heartrate was still dropping with about every other contraction. They started an amnioinfusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda nervous about this, as I had never heard of it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They just pumped fluid back into my uterus in one last effort to keep his heartrate up during the contractions. They were getting concerned that he might not make it through birth if his heart rate was slowing so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This worked.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 3:30, the nurse checked, and asked if I was ready to have a baby! yep... She started prepping me for delivery! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a short delay, and we started the pushing phase around 4:15 or so. I pushed a few times and then heard the nurse make the call "please tell Dr. Fogleman that we are ready for delivery." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie and I made eye contact... Of course we have known this moment would come... but it has felt like FOREVER to get here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The excitement, love, impatience, expectation, and fear, all merged into one in my body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was much harder than I thought - I could feel the tightness of contractions. I had heard that epidurals made you rely on the machine to tell you when you were having the contraction. That was not true in my case. Honestly, the machines were failing. I had been looking forward to only knowing the contraction was happening except for the little screen beside me. This was not the case. My monitor would not stay in place. I couldn't see the screen and if I could, it wasn't registering the contractions accurately. I had to feel for the contractions myself! I had to tell them when it was time. At this point, the fear of "what if I don't know how to do this?" was overwhelming. I didn't want this responsibility. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled it back together in my mind as best I could. Looking at Ronnie between each contraction watching his face for signs of concern, fear, anything. There was none - just absolute love and devotion for what he was watching take place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 5:03, the final pushes delivered a precious little boy. I had wanted him placed on my chest for nursing immediately afterwards. So, I knew immediately that there was a problem when the doctor cut the cord and stood up quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie just kept telling me "pray" I kept asking... "why isn't he crying?" "why isn't he breathing?" "why isn't he crying?" Ronnie's steady answer... "pray Julia, just pray."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His cord had been wrapped tightly around his neck, which was what had been causing the lower heartrate during contractions earlier in the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse made a call, the Doctor was doing the suction thing, it felt like forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Fogleman said "he is in shock."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She passed him off to a team of people that had rushed into the room - I don't remember how many. Ronnie looked at me again and said "pray." I sent Ronnie over to stand with J. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Ronnie got over there, we heard it - that amazing sound.... one loud cry! My heart jumped. Ronnie looked back at me and smiled. I then wanted to hold him so badly! I had to wait for the doctors to get finished with the initial check out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally they brought him to me. He was amazing. Perfect. Breathing. Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/TEDA7506diI/AAAAAAAAE5c/iwQEJWm_j-M/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494603680759576098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/TEDA7506diI/AAAAAAAAE5c/iwQEJWm_j-M/s200/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much that day could have gone wrong. I am so thankful for a team of doctors that responded so quickly to save my son's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little J - your first day was stressful - but your life is already precious and we are so thankful for you. Your dad is amazing and stayed so focused on the important throughout the whole process. Without him I would have panicked... He already takes such good care of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4446677124602130536?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4446677124602130536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4446677124602130536' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4446677124602130536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4446677124602130536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2010/07/j-has-arrived.html' title='J has arrived'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/TECs7X7tR-I/AAAAAAAAE5U/MIxU3tUOsiY/s72-c/DSC_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4837708669731013697</id><published>2010-06-28T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:24:55.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew #2'/><title type='text'>he's coming</title><content type='html'>little baby Mayhew is on the way - due date is Saturday.... we are (not so) patiently waiting. For now, we are waiting for God and the baby to choose his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what is in my thought process for the arrival of this child:&lt;br /&gt;- I am nervous about the birth. So many unknowns&lt;br /&gt;- I am also excited about seeing his little face&lt;br /&gt;- I am nervous about being responsible for his life&lt;br /&gt;- Ronnie and I sometimes walk by his room and wonder why we have it all decorated&lt;br /&gt;- We sometimes feel overwhelmed already!&lt;br /&gt;- The miracle of the tiny feet that kick my ribs, jar my spine, and punch my kidneys regularly is already amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;- Can this really be my child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is what I want Little J to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious son of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a treasure. The day your dad and I found out you were on the way was a surprise. You see, you already have a sibling in heaven. We knew we wanted you, but we weren't sure if it was time yet. We had been praying that we would be able to meet you one day - but we were also praying that you would not come until it was the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even tell dad I was going to take the test that Sunday morning. So, he was surprised when I woke him up with "Ummm... I think there are two lines....." He responded with "huh?" I said "I think I am pregnant - come look!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both stared and stared at that little test waiting for more confirmation - but it was still fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church. I remember singing a song that morning that had been sung the Sunday after we found out our last child was not going to live. The line that rung in my head was "You give and Take away, you give and take away, my heart will choose to say, Lord blessed be your name." I knew immediately, even though the line was fuzzy at home on the test, that you were the gift. I also know that we would consistently say blessed be your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told all of your grandparents that week, I called and told Jenifer and Brantley, and then, I had to wait to talk to JonJon. He was in Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so excited, we could barely wait to tell the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw you first on an ultrasound in November. You were jumping around. I really think you were excited to be seen... Your dad and I both cried to see you moving so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was February that we found out you were a boy. I really think I knew the whole time. We had not even chosen a girl name. We were so excited to hear the ultrasound tech say "It's a boy!" We saw your face for the first time that day. You have already changed a lot - but I loved you immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last two ultrasounds have been fun for us as we could see portions of your face. You keep part of it a secret with your arms. The priceless part to me, is that you are already making motions with your hands that are like pictures of your dad when he was a baby. You prop your right hand just above your eye, as if you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses and doctors tell us each time that you will be slowing down your movements as you get ready to be born... So far, you haven't slowed down one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, about 5 days from your due date. I don't know what date you will choose to be your birthday. Many people are pulling for July 4. I think that would be nice, but I am really not going to be picky about this decision. I want you to be as healthy as possible. I know that there will even be days when I miss your little kicks to my ribs. I do look forward to seeing your face. and watching your motions. You consistently have one leg that is sticking out to my right side. It looks funny to me. I am sure you will be propping that leg up on everything you can see when you get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I are so ready to meet you. We are so excited to have you as the next part of our family. We are a little nervous about being parents - so be patient with us. We haven't done this before. We know that you are our gift, our treasure, and we promise to do everything we can to be sure you know that you are loved deeply, by us and by your Creator. We want you to know that God loves you even more than you will ever understand. He gave you to us to take care of for a while. We promise to do our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4837708669731013697?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4837708669731013697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4837708669731013697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4837708669731013697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4837708669731013697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2010/06/hes-coming.html' title='he&apos;s coming'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8905930879649093550</id><published>2010-01-11T15:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:01:03.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew #2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>jon-jon is home - and predictions</title><content type='html'>well - my little brother made it back safely for his two weeks "break" from the sandbox... &lt;a href="http://deedee-warren.blogspot.com/2010/01/applauding-our-soldiers.html"&gt;Mom has a post and pics from meeting him in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will hopefully get some time to visit with him before he heads back over for the final months of this deployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other places - I am now 15 weeks pregnant. Last trip to the Dr. had a heartbeat of 150. The heartbeat wives tale says its a girl - the chinese calendar says its a girl - all those silly quizzes I have taken online say its a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Ronnie is of course a first (and only) born son.... his dad is a first born son.... his grandad was one of a couple of sons.... I am not sure who the oldest in that clan is - but I know the first born was a son... and all of those "sons" (his grandfather's brothers) have had first born sons. So.... if genetics tell us more than the chinese calendar - and heartbeats - then it should be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt says its a boy - others that have guessed have said its a boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that it would have been awesome to have a big brother - so, I figured I should have a boy first - - which is probably the influence in my head that it is probably a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister says its a girl.... I think she was just arguing with my aunt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part is that all the guessing will (hopefully) be over on Feb. 8!! We are hoping baby mayhew participates and allows us the opportunity to know the answer to that question... boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there got a fool-proof way to guess boy or girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8905930879649093550?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8905930879649093550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8905930879649093550' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8905930879649093550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8905930879649093550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2010/01/jon-jon-is-home-and-predictions.html' title='jon-jon is home - and predictions'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1122797458952591024</id><published>2009-12-29T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:03:33.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><title type='text'>tomorrow would have been the day</title><content type='html'>Dec. 30...... Now, I know that only 5% of babies show up on their due date... but regardless, the date that will always echo in my heart will be Dec. 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe all that I said I believed &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-24-hours-next-5-days.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-blood-there-can-be-no-life.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-update.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-will-take-away.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.... even more so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that this hole in my heart is healing... not because there is a new life growing inside of me right now... but because my God is in the healing business! My heart would be healing regardless of whether or not I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious husband gave me a necklace for Christmas with a teardrop shaped Blue Topaz and a small diamond.... the diamond is my birthstone (convenient?? yes.) ... the blue topaz, the birthstone for the month of December. I will not forget my precious first child. We haven't met yet little one - but we will one day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1122797458952591024?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1122797458952591024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1122797458952591024' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1122797458952591024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1122797458952591024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-would-have-been-day.html' title='tomorrow would have been the day'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7407890516467415414</id><published>2009-12-17T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:52:36.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>whoa - 2 days in a row! dont worry - just a christmas meme</title><content type='html'>ok - 10 for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Best childhood gift from Santa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be the pink and purple 10 speed bicycle! I remember walking around the corner to see it and being actually disappointed at first because I thought that BIG PINK WHEEL was just a hula hoop!!! then I saw that it was attached to a full bike!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Best Childhood Christmas memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, Jen and I all trying to sleep in the same room. I say its a childhood memory - - until the Christmas after Jen got married - this was still happening! Of course sleep didn't come early.... and Jon was always convinced we HAD to get up at like 4:00 to preserve the traditions set at the age of 6.... Jen and I would usually sleep in my queen sized bed and Jon would be on the floor - - unless we were in the basement - when jen and I would sleep on Jon's bunk beds and he would sleep on his water bed.... It just built the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite Christmas Cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything with chocolate qualifies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Icky Christmas memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont think I have any!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It's not Christmas without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.... there have been two Christmases in my life when I was not with my family ON Christmas day. The first was when I was doing mission work in Germany... the second was last year. My family is ALL together ALL day long on that day,.. its just right to be together. Having said that - Jon and I haven't been together on Christmas since 2006 and won't be again this year as he is military and deployed... 2007 - he was deployed... 2008 I was in VA... and now 2009 he is deployed again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Our church service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been to Christmas Eve services at my parent's church... its a 30 minute Communion service... a great experience to remember the night before Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Christmas Pet Peeve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "busy-ness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Christmas CD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one - but I guess I have to go with anything Trans-Siberian Orchestra... the two times I have heard them live have made the cd's even better... some of the best performances I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Real or Fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake for us.... Fake AND pre-lit with white lights... we just get all crazy and add colored lights to have the variety - a trick I learned from my mom... plug them in separately, and on some nights it can be all white, some nights all colored, and sometimes - (most of the time) - it can be FULL with white AND colored lights on at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I spend Christmas Eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to being married - Jon always delayed buying his Christmas presents until Christmas Eve... when I would go with him to figure out what we would buy for EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite was the day that he called tha tmorning and just said "dress warm and bring a backpack"..... he wanted to drive his motorcycle to buy Christmas presents!! Luckily I talked him out of that one - but those were such fun days! Such a mass chaos of people trying to get so much done!! We just turned the music up and had a blast! It was one day we could always count on mom and dad breaking the rules.... they would both stay under budget - but before we left the house we would get a credit card, or extra cash handed to us privately with instructions to get just &lt;em&gt;one more present&lt;/em&gt; for mom from dad... and for dad from mom... its just what we did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go.... Christmas in a nutshell :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7407890516467415414?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7407890516467415414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7407890516467415414' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7407890516467415414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7407890516467415414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa-2-days-in-row-dont-worry-just.html' title='whoa - 2 days in a row! dont worry - just a christmas meme'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3733490650692216127</id><published>2009-12-16T15:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:47:03.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew #2'/><title type='text'>Uncontrolled emotions from an "11 week" pregnant woman</title><content type='html'>11 weeks and 4 days to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are amazingly excited about the current pregnancy. Last Monday - Dec 7, we went to the Doc and were able to see a moving dancing little baby in there and hear a strong heartbeat of 164! It was absolutely amazing and one of THOSE moments of life. I have had so many of them but this one trumps just about all of them. You know, that moment when everything seems to stand still and fly by at the same time... This moment ranked up there with the day Ronnie proposed to me, that moment when I realized what was happening and saw the ring for the first time.... Also, that awkward but amazing wedding moment, while standing in front of the unity candle and grinning at my man knowing that our lives would never be the same, but they would be better because we were now a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment ranked right there with those two!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement of seeing my child - our child moving around finally released some of the emotions that I believe I had been holding for fear of a repeat of last time. For, you see, last time, around 10 weeks - we found out for sure that our little one was not alive. Last time in that room with the ultrasound tech, we realized that the darkest tragedy of our lives, the loss of a child, was a reality for us. It had been week 8 that we found that there might be a reason to ask more questions... week 9 came the "you need to be prepared that there could be a problem" and week 10 carried the weight of "there is no blood flowing to the baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is where I come to today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions that are running in my head today are almost overwhelming... June 16 is a day that will echo in my head forever - It is the day the miscarriage happened. Approximately 11 weeks and 4 days into the pregnancy - The excruciating emotional pain accompanied with the unbelievable physical pain - that even Vicodin couldn't hide - (aside from the fact that Ronnie had kidney stones on the same day and we spent a good part of the day in the waiting room of the ER) It hurt.... more than anything I have ever felt. In more ways that I ever thought I could feel pain. My heart hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 6 month mark of that horrible day. December 16th. Today is also 14 days, two weeks, away from the due date of our precious first child. For that my heart kinda aches too. What would he or she have looked like? What would his/her personality have been like? Would he or she be more of an musical artist like mom? or a thinking lawyer like dad? or neither?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also a day of hope - for now, around July 3 - we WILL have a precious addition to our small family. Today, on this day of week 11 day 4 - I look at the tiny images of the alien looking ultrasound that I carry on my blackberry and tear up with the hope of July 3.... (I do realize that is an estimated date.... I know... I get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this emotional, hormonal, nauseaus, sometimes puking, always sleepy, mom is just kinda holding it all together today remembering that first positive test.... the excitement of the first announcements... the first pregnancy that will always be my first child.... the apprehension of this "first positive" test... the announcements that happened via phone this time... the hesitation of having the ultrasounds done... and the fears every time I go 15 minutes without SOME symptom... They say (whoever they are) that once you see a heartbeat after 8 weeks, they chances of miscarriage drop to below 1% - - I am not sure about all that... but I sure am hopeful that "they" are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go - continually praying for our little "roo" and the remaining 29ish weeks until we meet face to face!! - Thanks for the name Samantha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3733490650692216127?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3733490650692216127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3733490650692216127' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3733490650692216127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3733490650692216127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/12/uncontrolled-emotions-from-11-week.html' title='Uncontrolled emotions from an &quot;11 week&quot; pregnant woman'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-136436334279754192</id><published>2009-11-11T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:16:11.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew #2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Moments before I sleep - again</title><content type='html'>Well, the election is over - and what a trip it was this year. I think I say that every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a night to remember though - you know "those" nights. I speak of them often I guess.... Sometimes I feel like I live in a movie, or at least in someone else's life - because sometimes it feels like things like this shouldn't happen to normal people. You know, people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the short version of the story is that the Governor-elect of Virginia invited his staff to his personal home (he hasn't moved to the mansion yet...) for a victory celebration. So, last night, Ronnie and I spent about 3 hours in their HOME! The whole thing was pretty surreal, I have to admit. And in some ways never quite felt like it was actually happening. At the same time, it was nice to be able to kinda relax with the people that were always on those annoying 9:30pm conference calls and not have to be reporting numbers and such. We could laugh about those silly voters on the other end of the phone calls, and brag on our own amazing volunteers! What a year it was to be involved in Virginia politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I loved about last night was this: I now honestly know that we did the right thing in electing the man that we worked so hard to elect. He is truly a family man. There were stories from those close to him of how it didn't matter what he was doing, if his family called his cell phone - everything stopped. There were Bible verses hanging on the walls of the house - in prominent positions - not hidden away. The family laughed with each other, and with us. They are genuine, and real. We have elected a good family. Now, I will continue to pray for him as he begins to govern this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to the non-political - and somewhat more exciting part of the reason I need to sleep right now. For those that are not on Facebook, and I haven't talked to in person lately - you remember that about 4 months ago we went through the agony of a miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to inform you that we are expecting again. I am just past the 6 week mark - and right at the point at which my baby quit growing last time. This week, while amazing and full of excitement in our lives, has an underlying sensitivity in my mind. What I mean is, every twitch, pain, cramp - - makes my mind race with the "what-ifs." I try to keep trusting, and keep moving forward....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we are kinda trapped in this mode - we are so unbelievable excited about the new life growing inside of me.... and we are so unfortunately nervous about "last time" moments. I want to be nothing but excited... but I hesitate to register for the "free diaper samples" because I just feel the need to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed keeping everything a secret longer this time... but our excitement wouldn't let us. I really struggle with keeping that kind of joy quiet! We also realized that it was only through Christ, and the prayers of our friends that we made it through last time... and if, just if, something happened again - we would need that support even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to dwell on the fears though. We are already racing with the exciting moments. The planning, the waiting, the hoping... I am queasy - and really have to sleep a TON! Which is great... grow little child of mine - - just grow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- speaking of that - I do believe it is nap time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-136436334279754192?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/136436334279754192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=136436334279754192' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/136436334279754192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/136436334279754192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/11/moments-before-i-sleep-again.html' title='Moments before I sleep - again'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8756235617383887196</id><published>2009-10-29T16:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:20:53.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Election time again</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't written in a while - am in another election cycle... and well... you know how that goes... It's another beautiful fall in southside VA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway - today was a big event in which all three of our statewide candidates came through our city - it was my job to get the event to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't consider myself to be very good at "events" I never could throw a party and have people actually show up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, we got about 150 people here, and the candidates came, spoke, everyone cheered... and they left... it was great! and great to have it done - - - and done successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda surreal again.... but I won't spend much time there. It's just always fun to get to actually meet these guys. I am not one to be really starstruck or whatever - - but nice to get the handshake, smile, and to help my friends get their pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is rolling along well right now.... keep watching the blog for updates - i promise to update more often....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8756235617383887196?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8756235617383887196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8756235617383887196' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8756235617383887196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8756235617383887196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/10/election-time-again.html' title='Election time again'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3753794574355688976</id><published>2009-09-02T14:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:35:28.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>please be prayin</title><content type='html'>please be praying for my &lt;a href="http://knucklehead47.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know.html"&gt;little brother&lt;/a&gt;. it's gotta be tough sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3753794574355688976?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3753794574355688976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3753794574355688976' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3753794574355688976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3753794574355688976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-be-prayin.html' title='please be prayin'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4751392910648362436</id><published>2009-08-31T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:45:02.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campaign'/><title type='text'>'Twas a fun day</title><content type='html'>campaign life can get messy - but sometimes, randomly in the midst of the mess.... a fun day shines through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that type of day that will stand out when it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incumbent Lt. Gov. came through Danville. - - -First Ronnie and I were included in a round-table discussion about the job/economic situation in the area. Talk about feeling "outta my league" - but it was kinda nice to be there - - another one of "those" moments for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after an afternoon of phone calling, (possibly my least favorite thing to do EVER!!) Ronnie and I went to a beautiful home for a fund raiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like Fried fish to end a night well. And as we were enjoying the fried fish - - we got to have some good conversation with the man I worked for last year and his wife. (Even talked a little Alabama football:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. this life just feels a bit surreal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - - - my next online class started today as well. Kinda nice to just come home and check to get the homework assignment and not actually have to go teach for 4 hours! I think I like online teaching!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4751392910648362436?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4751392910648362436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4751392910648362436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4751392910648362436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4751392910648362436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/08/twas-fun-day.html' title='&apos;Twas a fun day'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-394089815491926333</id><published>2009-08-30T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:38:44.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campaign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s creation'/><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>Is it really only 2 days away from September? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short update on the garden. I think I had a seriously late blooming garden... No really, other than the tomatoes - I have only had one cucumber to make it to the ripe stage - but I think we have left it sitting in the window too long now, and it is getting kinda squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three squashes... um... squashi... um... squash... I really can't find a plural that sounds right, that are growing now - they are all only about 3 inches long right now though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a watermelon on the vine. There are really two - watermelons - but one is the size of a grape... the other though, is about the size of a large plum!!!! I am kinda proud that all of my plants have produced some sort of fruit this year. Being my first year and all, I was kinda afraid I wouldn't get much "fruit for my labor." Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about why I don't post during campaign season very often. I think its because the campaign really kinda takes over my whole life! I have a hard time coming up with ANYTHING else to talk about. And I simply refuse - for many reasons - to let this turn into some sory of political diatribe (like that word??). We have enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also started running again. I meet three ladies to run three days a week right now - several of us are actually preparing for an 8k to run in November! It will be my first real race..... I have already paid for it - that way it is harder for me to back out... and it gives me something to look forward to after the election is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there ya go little bro - I blogged... mostly useless rambling - but it's your turn now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-394089815491926333?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/394089815491926333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=394089815491926333' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/394089815491926333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/394089815491926333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/08/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1674041575675114994</id><published>2009-08-11T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:52:38.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s creation'/><title type='text'>gardening thoughts</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Ronnie and I decided on a Sunday afternoon that we really wanted to put some plants in a small garden'ish' area in front of our house. We worked really hard - - dug through almost IMPOSSIBLE dirt - - planted, rolled out weed blocker, went to Lowe's the second time to get more mulch for the top layer.... and some bricks to outline it (didn't measure the bricks... I just guessed while standing at Lowe's that we needed 42 bricks)... (turns out we needed 43.... i was kinda proud of being "one brick shy..." haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That next week I found an afternoon in which I could sit in my veggie garden and do some weeding. I pulled, dug, pried... and actually got most of the weeds out. It had been several weeks since I had done that and really think that the weeds were beginning to choke my cucumbers (of which there are about 9 that will be ready to eat in the next week or two!!! I am so proud!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tomatoes are just about finished... there are about 5 more that are still ripening and then I think they will be done -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squash plants have some of the most beautiful flowers every morning - - and I have YET to see the first actual veggie come from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The watermelon vines are running everywhere - - but no watermelons yet either... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say that I have learned a few things while gardening this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I have learned that too much water will rot the tomatoes - too little will dry them up - there must be a perfect amount of water in order for healthy fruit to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Just because a plant looks really pretty, does not mean fruit will come from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Weeds really do choke pther plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - the point of the garden is to get more fruit - - if no food comes, then it was not really that successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - the right fertilizer is VITAL! to new growth.... the right soil is even MORE vital... and the right about of sunshine every day is just as important as everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having realized all of these things. I now see why Christ used gardening in his parables and illustrations all the time!!! I mean seriously! Read back over the list... see what all applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't want to get too heavy. That's really what struck me as I dug my little fingers into that hard dirt, and pulled back the weeds.... or as we worked to plant the new flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was thinking about all those scripture references to good soil, rocky soil, weeds, planter, workers, harvest, growths.... I mean they are EVERYWHERE! and now, having had my little garden - and having been able to eat some of the fruit of my little garden, I realize a small bit more of what it is that He was talking about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1674041575675114994?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1674041575675114994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1674041575675114994' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1674041575675114994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1674041575675114994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/08/gardening-thoughts.html' title='gardening thoughts'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4926137877505963716</id><published>2009-07-30T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:10:02.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>because my brother asked</title><content type='html'>An open letter to my brother: yes, it should have been sent in an email, but he wanted to read a blog.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging today ONLY because you asked me to. I am in the middle if budgeting, and projecting, etc. etc. for my job... fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie got to go to Carowinds today with the youth from church. I am working... so, well, he is riding roller coasters... and I wish I were:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going to be able to go to a conference with some ladies from my church, and then I think mom is going to come to watch our presentation on Sunday night - - the presentation is for our church to see the fun stuff that we did in Ecuador a few weeks ago. I am hoping to post some of those stories soon... just havent had a chance yet... the pictures are on facebook though if you want to see them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's all I can post for the world to read - - anything else would have to be private emails:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are staying out of trouble.... you better be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya,&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4926137877505963716?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4926137877505963716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4926137877505963716' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4926137877505963716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4926137877505963716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-my-brother-asked.html' title='because my brother asked'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1967027211377361015</id><published>2009-07-04T17:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:19:52.260-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Patriotism</title><content type='html'>I have heard it said that "the only different between a patriot and a traitor is a matter of time." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for the crowd of "patriots" in 1776 that cared enough to be called traitors for a short time, so that today long after they have been gone, they might be called Patriots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also so very thankful for the Patriots of today.... who wear the camouflage, who sweat in thick armor, who keep M-16s on their body 24 hours a day, who sleep short hours, and fight so that the battle remains somewhere else.... away from our streets, our yards, our homes, our playgrounds... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am personally proud to be a family member of one of those Uniform wearing soldiers... I sometimes wish I had a sticker that I could wear... to say "you know those guys that we honor?? well, one of those is my little brother." I grew up shooting BB guns with him - learning to ride a bike with him, played in a treehouse, pretended to be GIJoe, Transformers, and army guys (and girls) with him. We had trampoline fights, got in trouble for sliding down red mud hills in our good clothes, and learned to beat Super Mario brothers (the orginal Nintendo game) together. This little boy that woke up at 5 in the morning with me to prepare breakfast for the rest of the family sometimes.... is now waking up at 5 in the morning to keep us safe. Thank you Jon-Jon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful that today we, as a family, we were able to be online for a while chatting together. Mom and dad on separate computers at their house, Jen online at her house, me online in VA, and Jon in the "sandbox." How wonderful is our technology!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of this day, the day we thank soldiers and patriots for our freedoms as a country.... I leave you a few quotes from popular patriotic songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless America, land that I love, Stand beside her and guide her through the night with a light from above. Oh beautiful for spacious skies - for amber waves of grain... Oh beautiful for patriot dream, that sees beyond the years, Thine alabaster cities gleam, undimmed by human tears. God bless the USA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally, those words that echo longer than the writer ever imagined... Oh, say does that Star Spangled banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1967027211377361015?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1967027211377361015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1967027211377361015' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1967027211377361015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1967027211377361015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/07/patriotism.html' title='Patriotism'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7951732932179429751</id><published>2009-07-03T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:40:52.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Heart wrenching morning!</title><content type='html'>Conversation I heard while I was on the phone with mom this morning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey: Is that JuJu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey: Is JuJu coming to my house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: No, JuJu has to work&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey: (shouting at this point so I can understand every word) But she SAID she was coming to MY house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Do you want to talk to JuJu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey: JuJu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hey Aubrey, I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey: Are you coming to my house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (choking at this point) No sweetie, I have to work today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubrey: (handing the phone back to mom) I'm "pinished" (finished)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tears flowed...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two hours later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone rings - some random number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon-Jon: Hey JuJu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (running outside of my office to be sure I have good phone reception) Hey!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conversation continued.... I won't type all that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, it has been an emotional day. I feel as if tears are just seconds away from bursting out of my eyes.... Tears of missing my family, and tears of praying for my brother, and tears of thankfulness that he was able to call me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda hard to focus on work today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7951732932179429751?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7951732932179429751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7951732932179429751' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7951732932179429751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7951732932179429751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-wrenching-morning.html' title='Heart wrenching morning!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7269626013370941322</id><published>2009-06-29T13:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:46:38.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><title type='text'>I really can't think of a good title.</title><content type='html'>I have started yet another political job. But we won't discuss that here. There are plenty of political blogs that do much more than I would even want to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going today to have blood taken to make sure all my HCG (pregnancy hormone) numbers are dropping appropriately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly thought, somehow, that when the actual process happened, and the physical pain was becoming less and less, that the emotional healing would be a steady upward process. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a couple of days, I felt really good, physically, emotionally, everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend has been hard! And today I feel on the edge of tears constantly, and I really don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the time since I found out my baby was no longer alive (approximately 4 weeks now.... ) five friends have had their babies, and the pictures didn't really hurt... 4 others have announced that they were pregnant, and the news really made me excited for them. I count myself lucky to not be jealous of others' excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, however, I think the thing that set it off was a late delivery from the mailman. About 8 weeks ago, I went to the huggies website and signed up for some random diaper sample. It just seemed like a smart thing to do, get 3 free diapers... right?? Well, they were delivered Saturday afternoon. I just wasn't expecting it. There, in the middle of my living room, I was holding the diapers that were meant for my baby... and my heart broke. Again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please continue to pray for me as my emotions are still just ugly. I want to be healed, to feel better, to allow the hole that will always be in my heart, to begin to heal... although the hole will remain, at least it will one day be a reminder of the hope that is to come.... today, it just still hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to this, please keep my little brother in your prayers - - he has arrived at his sandbox destination... and the battle continues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7269626013370941322?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7269626013370941322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7269626013370941322' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7269626013370941322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7269626013370941322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-cant-think-of-good-title.html' title='I really can&apos;t think of a good title.'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7431111645788211941</id><published>2009-06-23T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:36:19.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>If it's not one thing...</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://deedee-warren.blogspot.com/2009/06/laughing-and-aching.html"&gt;mom says it so well...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;a href="http://halwarren.blogspot.com/2009/06/gut-wrencher.html"&gt;dad does too...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Jon-Jon for fighting for our freedom - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7431111645788211941?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7431111645788211941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7431111645788211941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7431111645788211941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7431111645788211941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-its-not-one-thing.html' title='If it&apos;s not one thing...'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5327850840364475634</id><published>2009-06-20T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:10:09.464-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><title type='text'>What I will take away</title><content type='html'>There are many parts of this last month that will hopefully fade from my memory. I could list them, but then they would be permanently memorialized here, and I really just don't want to do that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, there are even more parts of this last month that I want to remember forever. I have listed a few below. The last one, I have not mentioned up to this point on the blog mainly because I think I was just not yet ready to discuss it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The look on Ronnie's face when I staggered into the living room, Sunday morning, April 26th, holding the first pregnancy test, trying to see if that was really two lines. I finally looked at him, and said "You are going to be a daddy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The trip that afternoon to Babies R Us in an attempt to let the weight sink in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Keeping a secret for a WHOLE WEEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The fun of planning to tell our families. - I never did get the fun stories typed out. I will do that soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Those weeks of overwhelming excitement and fear that seem to compete, and yet somehow, they simply worked together to create a sense of awe at what was happening in my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Buying our first baby items, and getting the one gift that was given to us for our baby. That precious gift will be treasured forever. Ironically - - it was a small outfit, and a book entitled "On the night you were born." I tear up when I see it even still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The process of watching the most amazing man in the world learn how to handle a pregnant woman, and then have to turn around so quickly to learn to hold me while my heart was breaking. All the while knowing that his heart was crushed as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The amazing love, support, and prayers of the people around us. Some that we have known for years... others only weeks. Yet you have all been a rock for us to rest on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The peace that passes all understanding that has filled our home these last weeks. I would love to be able to explain how it is that my baby can be taken before I ever got to meet him, and yet, I feel no anger. I am so thankful that peace, hope, and love have all reigned in our home. I simply must give the credit to our Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Finally, the story that I have yet to tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start with the background that Ronnie and I, from the first day of knowing we were going to be parents, started praying that our child would have eternal impact. It is each of our desires that our own lives not be limited to the short time we have on earth, but that someone's eternity might be changed because we were here. We had already begun to pray that for our child. We also had been praying that we would be ready to allow God to use our child anyway He saw fit in order to accomplish this goal. I did not want to ever be held responsible to God, for holding my child back from whatever it was God had planned for him. I wanted to be prepared that one day I would have to allow God to lead my child - - - and that might include things that I would be afraid of. I was praying that my heart would always be toward eternity... even when it came to my child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Wednesday night after the &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-24-hours-next-5-days.html"&gt;first trip to the Doctor&lt;/a&gt;, Ronnie and I just came back home. We could have made it in time for church, but honestly, our hearts were a bit too broken to talk with anyone that night. Usually, we are at church until kinda late due to commitments that we both have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house next door to us is up for rent, and as Ronnie was talking to his dad in our front yard on the cell phone (because there's not good reception inside our house), a lady started waving him down from the driveway next door. He found it a bit strange that she would interrupt his phone conversation, but hung up the phone and talked to her anyway. I was inside the house, probably typing the blog that I posted the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 30 minutes later, Ronnie came into the house and said "you have to come outside, the lady next door is going to accept Christ now." I jumped up... questioning him and asked what in the world are you talking about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave me the short version, but then said, "she is pulling up in our driveway now, she wants to accept Christ. Her husband has just kicked her out of her house - a preacher told her he was praying for her yesterday - she needs a place to live - - but mainly she just wants to know Jesus. I told her that he doesn't save us because of our works, but because of our faith in Him. Just come out here and lead her in the prayer of salvation!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did. I went outside. We talked about life, Jesus, the gospel, the fact that only Christ can save us, and that it is nothing we can do on our own. We discussed that Jesus is the only one who will never leave you nor forsake you - though all others on earth will at some point fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the conversation, about 45 minutes after I had gone outside, she bowed her head, and prayed to receive Christ as her personal Lord and Saviour! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our child, or, the loss of our child, had us at home on a night when we would typically be at church... because this lady would be looking for some help. Eternity was changed, because we were on the edge of getting horrible news. Our prayers were answered. And, I have no doubt that the peace that is unexplainable that has rested in our home these last weeks, is completely due to the prayer we had been praying since we found out we were pregnant... that we would be prepared to let go, when God called our child to serve in a way that might be uncomfortable to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5327850840364475634?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5327850840364475634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5327850840364475634' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5327850840364475634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5327850840364475634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-will-take-away.html' title='What I will take away'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4954886277756617168</id><published>2009-06-13T09:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:16:34.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>I have to get this done quickly, for there is a lot to do.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started the physical "process" (enough detail for a blog right?) on Monday evening... My parents came up and got here Tuesday and were here this week to help. Tuesday night I thought "it" was finally happening... but "it" was just some virus that had me hanging onto the porcelain throne most of the night. Wednesday, Ronnie got the same bug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday and Friday mom and I (and sometimes Dad and Ronnie) walked, and walked, and walked... to try to "induce" the process more. Nothing worked. I even ate papaya, and drank raspeberry leaf tea. No change. Still the same "processing" that was happening on Monday evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, mom and dad went home. I am really going to miss having them here. For tons of reasons. They were so much help! Emotionally and physically for me... and for Ronnie. It was like the burden was just lighter. The tears fell less often and seemed less heavy. Ronnie didn't have to worry about how I was doing while he was traveling around for court... or working in his office. They helped with meals, (whether that was taking us out... or grilling, or just heating up leftovers!!) They did laundry, they washed dishes... and dad even put cages around my tomatoes in the garden so that they would grow properly, since that had fallen down on my priorities list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss them though, not only for all their help, and their work.... but just being here. There is just something about a mom. Moms just know what to say, and ask the questions when they need to be asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So often I feel so wrong right now. I am so ready for this to be over. Ronnie and I have been dealing with the "what-ifs" of this for almost a month now. The definite knowing for just short of 2 weeks. I am torn because I really want it to be over. But then, what am I saying? That I really want my pregnancy to end? This is so backwards from everything I know - - so backwards from the excitement of just 2 months ago when I was so excited to tell everyone!! And now I just hope it ends soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sometimes laugh it off, and usually get a smile... but then, my hormones are messed up and the tears just show up (usually when I am alone I guess....) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - for those keeping updated on this process, thank you for the prayers. I cannot tell you how much they help. This has been one of the toughest months of my life... and it's not over yet. I don't know what I would have done without my amazing husband, to care for me, and just hold me when the questions outnumber the answers... my parents who love me so much... and my friends that constantly hold me up before the Lord... those new friends that I have only met in the last couple of months - - and those that I have known for years. You are all priceless to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4954886277756617168?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4954886277756617168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4954886277756617168' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4954886277756617168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4954886277756617168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8150065610081372679</id><published>2009-06-08T12:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:43:19.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Each day continues</title><content type='html'>It has been 6 days since my last update. During that time, there have been a massive level of emotions. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I want to thank all that either here on my blog, or on my facebook, or via email, text msg, or phone call have loved us. I also want to thank those who I have been able to see personally - at church, or wherever, that have given a hug, smiled the uncomfortable smile, and said "I don't know what to say, but I am praying for you." Those words mean more to us than you can ever imagine. The outpouring of care has been overwhelming - and appreciated more than I can ever express to you. Thank you. Looking back to a couple months ago when I questioned friendship - - I do not anymore. So many people have shown that they really, REALLY care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, to discuss our state. The emotional challenges shift daily. For you see, I still have NO signs of a miscarriage physically. This waiting, wondering, fearing, etc... takes an emotional toll. My pregnancy symptoms have faded thankfully. (Please take that statement with the heart of what I really mean... I am NOT glad that I no longer have a growing child.... however, losing the child, and still being nauseaus, exhausted and having heartburn daily just is not fair.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have continued this week with life as usual. I still volunteer at the church, still teach my college course, we worked the youth event Friday night and had a great day with several groups of friends on Saturday. We went to church Sunday - and are so thankful for the love we are shown there - and went for a walk Sunday afternoon. Yes, we have times of struggle, and yes the grieving process is still going on. We are not avoiding it... but to be honest, I think we may be delaying part of it until the miscarriage actually happens. I have also found that it helps me to keep my perspective, and keep my eyes open to the world around me, if I do more than sit at home and simply wait. There is a world of hurting people out there - - and yes, I am hurting too - but it helps to be able to help others instead of having my own pity party right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week will be filled with emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is our 2nd wedding anniversary. To be honest, I am praying that if the miscarriage does not happen today, that is waits until tomorrow is finished. I really want to keep the anniversary of the happiest day of my life, from being marred by one of the saddest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime this week also, my little brother, leaves for his second adventure in the "sandbox." As a family, this is one of the hardest, and most challenging things we have lived through.... and yet, it carries with it a pride that we cannot match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, we will get to see some of our dearest friends. We are each traveling about half the distance between where we live in order to spend some much needed time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much should be said, so many things that are still floating in my head, but they just don't come out right in a blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible says "In everything give Thanks." This verse has echoed in my heart these last 6 days. Everything? yes. even this. Is it wrong and heartless to give thanks for the situation we are currently in? It cannot be, for if it were, then a loving, righteous God would never instruct us to "give thanks" in Everthing. So, I am working on my "thanksgiving." For even this. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8150065610081372679?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8150065610081372679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8150065610081372679' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8150065610081372679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8150065610081372679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/each-day-continues.html' title='Each day continues'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-495585708822356039</id><published>2009-06-02T17:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:07:43.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><title type='text'>Without the blood, there can be no life.</title><content type='html'>I will start by stating the facts, and then will go on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is really hard to put into words the weight of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby is no longer alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those words echo in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon first view of the sonogram today, Ronnie and I were not convinced that the Doctor was sure of what they were saying. Until they turned on a color sensor, that shows where the bloodflow is. You could see all around the child, that there was bloodflow..... however, there was none going to the baby. It was at this moment, that we realized those words not only impact our eternal situation.... but in this life as well, without the blood, there can be no life. Our child passed away sometime about 4 weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is enough of the technical stuff. Our hearts hurt tonight. I have no symptoms yet of a miscarriage outside of knowing what the sonogram showed us all too clearly. I am sure that will come in its own time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie and I have no choice but to stand together at this point and thank God for the opportunity to have been pregnant.... for I know there are many that have not felt that joy.... we thank God for the knowledge that He is taking care of our precious child in His Heaven even now.... and We thank God for each of you that have been praying, and we trust will continue to pray for us as we go through this process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I know whom I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, and am convinced that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s able to guard what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; have entrusted to him for that day." 2 Timothy 1:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-495585708822356039?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/495585708822356039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=495585708822356039' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/495585708822356039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/495585708822356039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-blood-there-can-be-no-life.html' title='Without the blood, there can be no life.'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6051849967382864748</id><published>2009-05-28T17:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:34:20.289-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><title type='text'>The last 24 hours, the next 5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have debated all day as to whether or not this belonged on a blog. However, I have come to the conclusion that sharing joy on a blog, while awesome and full of comments... never ministers as much as sharing heartbreak. As I spent my day trying not to google everything under the sun, I read a ton of blogs sharing how Christ has walked people through tough times. That is what ministered to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In that line, I will share what has happened with us in the last 24 hours. So that you may be encouraged, ministered to, loved... whatever fits your situation. I will first of all give the details of where we are medically speaking... and then, how it feels emotionally and spiritually tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went to the Dr. yesterday for the initial physical and junk like that. Last week, we had been asked by Little Life (our crisis pregnancy center) to be a model for them to train their ultra sound techs. They could not find the baby - but were not worried because I was only 8 weeks and it was just an abdominal ultrasound - so that was kinda pushing the edge of the equipment abilities. Regardless, I told the Dr. yesterday about not being able to see the baby at Little Life last week, so they wanted to try to hear the heartbeat.... they couldn't find it with the Doppler. So, they did a vaginal ultrasound to see the baby. They did find the gestational sac, and the baby - - but the baby is only measuring what it should measure at 4 weeks, not 9 weeks. And the Doctor could not see a heartbeat even with the ultra sound. Even on my best calculation, the estimate by the doctor of dating is only about 3 days off.... so at worst I should be measuring 7-8 weeks.... definitely more than 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doc set up for me to have another ultra sound next week on Tuesday afternoon. He said nothing is definite yet, but that we should be prepared that the baby may not still be growing.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, at this point, I am not ridiculously upset... trying to live what I believe right? Trying to be anxious for nothing... have lots of prayer and supplication... and know that God gives and takes away - - Blessed be the name of the Lord... The same God that created my child can keep it alive if He knows that is what is best, even if it is growing slow for some reason. I think the hard part is to have to wait the whole week to know for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what happens after next week. I mean, if the baby has a heartbeat, then all keeps going according to plan... If it does not though, I don't know what comes next. And I am trying not to spend all my time in "what-if" questions... also, am trying to stay off of google as much as possible - that junk scares me even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Spiritually, it is hard to say what is going on. There are a TON of church answers that I could be stating. I really don't want this to sound cheesy or rehearsed. The bottom line is this. I know the answers in my head... and guess I have always wondered, if faced with serious potential tragedy, would I really be able to hold to those things that I claim so loudly to believe during the good times. My honest answer, after a day of introspection, is this: Yes, a resounding, confident, passionate, YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My favorite Bible story from my childhood has always been that of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. I just loved the way they continued to stand in the midst of trouble. Their statement to the King that was threatening to throw them into the furnace was "Our God is able to save us, but if He chooses not to, still we will praise Him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Over the last 30 years, there have been different times in which this one verse has echoed in my heart for various reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today this is my honest heart feeling. "Our God is able to save my baby, but if He chooses not to, I will praise Him regardless." For you see, today, I have realized that even in the face of possible loss of my child, the Grace that my Father has given me is enough. It is enough to know that if I never meet my child on earth, we will meet in heaven and celebrate for eternity. I believe that firmly based on several scriptures - the first being that wonderful verse that says "before I formed you in the womb, I knew you." My child is known and loved by my Saviour. It is upon this that I rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I type this with tears running down my face. It does not mean I do not feel pain, or have a knot in my stomach. It simply means that regardless of what comes next Tuesday, I will keep walking with my Saviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We do appreciate your prayers and the prayers of anyone you know that would pray for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6051849967382864748?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6051849967382864748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6051849967382864748' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6051849967382864748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6051849967382864748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-24-hours-next-5-days.html' title='The last 24 hours, the next 5 days'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5460487968291197932</id><published>2009-05-18T16:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:05:50.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy Week 7</title><content type='html'>I am starting this blog for the third time today. Yesterday, I had so much that I wanted to fit into a blog... but today, not only do I not remember it all. When I start to type, it just sounds dorky. Yesterday, in my head, it was ROCKIN'! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today - I am a total geek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I will try again. And this time, someone may actually be able to read it when I am finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kid is growing. Has fingers, toes, elbow, can swim and has eyelids... but is only the size of a lima bean! We get to see "elmo" (what Samantha, Ashley and the girls in Calera have named my child until we find out if it is a boy or a girl!) tomorrow for the first time via ultrasound. I can hardly wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a first-time mom, I am nervous about EVERYTHING. It's actually quite ridiculous how many times I have googled phrases like "7 weeks pregnant mild back pain" or "7 weeks pregnant and no nausea" to be followed about 30 minutes later by "7 weeks pregnant and nausea." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a dork. I know it. Plus, I don't have much to occupy my time right now. Which is good in that I can rest when I feel that my body needs rest... but I also have too much time to think and pay attention to every thing I feel in this pregnancy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand. When it comes to getting ready for this kid. I am completely overwhelmed. For those that know me... You know that this means that I have shut down. I don't work well when I don't have a plan and feel overwhelmed.... So, cribs, (some with the drop down sides, some that convert with the growth of the kid, and some that are just static beds), bassinet, pack n' plays,(with music and vibration... without)  changing tables, changing table/dresser combos, travel systems, carseats, slings/backpacks, 500 bottle choices, Bpa-free, liners, pumps - - double/single/mechanical.... And all that can be chosen before I even know if it is a boy or a girl! I don't even WANT to think about pink vs blue, zoo animals vs baseball, princess vs Disney.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where to start! I don't even know what size of diapers to start stocking. 1? 2? Pampers? Huggies? both? neither? And every day, I am one day closer to the arrival - - and I still have two small snap shirts laying on the bed in the guest room... that at least the kid would have some clothes to wear - - - or at least two shirts... I didn't even buy those for the kid, but for the t-shirt that we used to tell my family that the kid was on they way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is times like this that I really wish my mom lived closer. It is hard to try to figure all this out for the first time using the internet and a couple of books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially for someone like me... that over-thinks EVERYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to say though, that my husband has been absolutely amazing!! My morning sickness has been rather minimal, but he has been wonderful! I have had a cold the last few days that knocked me down though and in that he has cooked every meal for the last 5 days... taken care of laundry.,.. run the dishwasher... kept the house running. He is amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes sure I get my water, and fruit, and veggie, and dairy requirements each day - -and is basically spoiling me beyond all recognition. I really don't know what I would be doing if he weren't here taking care of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I think it is nap time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5460487968291197932?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5460487968291197932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5460487968291197932' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5460487968291197932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5460487968291197932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-starting-this-blog-for-third-time.html' title='Pregnancy Week 7'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1285881032217181068</id><published>2009-05-13T16:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:59:21.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Words cannot describe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had to say my "see ya later" to Jon a week and a half ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My family had to do it today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jen has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jendee783.blogspot.com/2009/05/speechless.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mom has a couple of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deedee-warren.blogspot.com/2009/05/speechlesswordless.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dad has put his thoughts... from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://halwarren.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-year.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;... and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://halwarren.blogspot.com/2009/05/saying-bye.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;from today as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't think I have words to describe the difficulty of staying in VA when my family is hurting in AL. Or the pain of seeing the tears run down my brother's face when he says good-bye to his neice.... I mean. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes, when the heart hurts, the mind runs out of words, and all that flows are tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The good-byes have been said - the tears have fallen.... and are still falling - the soldier is on his way to the last stop before the battlefield. The battle of the mind begins here at home - with the family fighting the "what-ifs." We are proud of our brother, son, husband, grandson, uncle, brother-in-law, friend. We stand taller when the national anthem is sung.... we are proud to see that flag wave. We even smirk as we pass cars with bumper stickers that downplay the importance of what our family member is doing. We laugh when the media spouts statements that are false, to the detriment of our JonJon. Our heart hurts a bit inside knowing that the price of that freedom - the freedom that is taken as lightly as a grain of salt by most of America - has been put on the shoulders of one we love so dearly. And then.... we count the days. 4 down..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That is what is happening today. Thank you for your prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1285881032217181068?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1285881032217181068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1285881032217181068' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1285881032217181068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1285881032217181068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-cannot-describe.html' title='Words cannot describe'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8498830435869342383</id><published>2009-05-08T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:21:29.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Story coming soon</title><content type='html'>I have a great post coming soon (when I get a chance to type it out) about how both of our sets of parents did ALL they could do to foil our plans to surprise them with the news of our coming addition.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now... you just have to wait in full suspense... I really hope you are able to sleep between now and then... No, really, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also.... Please be praying for my brother and his wife. He left yesterday for three days of drill - still in Bama. Will be home for Mother's Day... then three more training days in Bama... and then he is gone to another base... umm... somewhere else... for a while... (The Army is so specific for this stuff.... ) and then... around a month from now - - he will be shipping out to the "sandbox" for approximately a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of us are ready for this again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brantley is doing it the first time as his wife - we are all praying hard for her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8498830435869342383?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8498830435869342383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8498830435869342383' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8498830435869342383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8498830435869342383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-coming-soon.html' title='Story coming soon'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4488216827658723127</id><published>2009-05-05T07:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:44:28.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Mayhew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sometimes.... 1+1=3</title><content type='html'>Well, I have not posted in about two weeks.... part of that is due to the business of getting ready for my 30th bday.... but mostly, its because other than ONE major event.... I couldn't find anything else to talk about&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I can talk about it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie and I finally passed a test last Sunday - April 26th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SgAmhAB38wI/AAAAAAAAEnA/m-VPEgzXgLY/s200/IMG_3606.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332304307192066818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep... sorry for the blurriness... the camera didn't want to take a good picture of my passed test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We told all family members over the weekend... luckily we already had a trip planned to Alabama so that it wasn't wierd that we were coming down there. It really helped with the surprise factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so excited about the upcoming life change for us! However, I have to admit.... when it comes to planning for this - I don't know where to even start!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what do you think? What do you do first? Obviously, I don't know if it is a boy or girl yet - - so choosing colors and stuff doesn't make sense. I do know that we want the big things to be neutral so that we can change what is necessary.... Where do we start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4488216827658723127?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4488216827658723127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4488216827658723127' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4488216827658723127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4488216827658723127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-113.html' title='sometimes.... 1+1=3'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SgAmhAB38wI/AAAAAAAAEnA/m-VPEgzXgLY/s72-c/IMG_3606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7554447709980899822</id><published>2009-04-21T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:53:45.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in Bama'/><title type='text'>DNOW 2009 in Alabama</title><content type='html'>I will post pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even be writing right now with my list of things to do being so long.... but sometimes ya just gotta get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, go to Mom's blog and watch this &lt;a href="http://deedee-warren.blogspot.com/2009/04/card.html"&gt;video.&lt;/a&gt; I should post it here... but again, its a time thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that Ronnie and I were in bama this weekend working at a Disciple Now. This is a crazy thing that youth groups do in churches where students all go to one house (girls at separate houses than boys of course.) to sleep... go to lots of Bible studies during the day... play tons of silly games... eat a lot of junk food... and it lasts from Friday night till Sunday morning. Sleep is one of the things that is NOT on the list of things to do of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blessing to be able to help lead in one of the Sr. High girl houses (Ronnie taught one of the guy houses.... with Jr. High boys!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the 7 girls at my house were awesome. 4 of them I have known since they were little... (two I have known since they were 2-3 years old!!) They are now 10-12 graders! (AM I REALLY THAT OLD???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are dealing with real things, living real lives... and struggling to find how Christ relates to everything in their life. It is such a priviledge to be able to help point them to Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the weekend was the church service on Sunday morning. The praise band (all youth) played... and then the service culminated with the song you saw in mom's video earlier in this post.... since I KNOW you linked over to that before finishing the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a powerful picture of how many lives change when God finally gets control. Oh.... I could say so much here... but I have to get away from this computer and walk away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,.... go watch that video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7554447709980899822?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7554447709980899822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7554447709980899822' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7554447709980899822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7554447709980899822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/04/dnow-2009-in-alabama.html' title='DNOW 2009 in Alabama'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1263634567917619411</id><published>2009-04-14T08:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:16:48.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>All things New in Spring time</title><content type='html'>Well, I want to give a short shout out to my friends that got married in Missouri the first weekend in April. Megan and Luke are wonderful friends and their wedding was awesome! Megan is possibly the best friend a girl could want. She is just one of those girls that gets genuinely excited about everything good for ya... and gets genuinely sad about everything bad for you. She just cares. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We traveled together on Wings back in 07 for about 4 months... she was the person that went with me to pick out what type of engagement ring I wanted. I had not looked for one before meeting Ronnie due to me not wanting to do that until I had a man to make it worth my time:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She walked all the way through a mall in Texas with me with one goal.... to try on every type of ring we could try on until I found the one I wanted. I mean usually this is saved for doing with the man that will be presenting the ring.... but since my man was in VA, and my friend was with me in TX... she became that person for me. The whole time we were doing this she just kept getting so giddy about my ring! We talked about my future, we talked about how she wanted to find someone soon. We talked about TONS of things that day. I will never forget it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cannot imagine my excitement when she and Luke began "talking" and then their engagement... and then the wedding! It was such a priviledge to be able to play piano in their wedding - I had a great time practicing.... and I even cried in her wedding... something I did NOT do in mine:) It was absolutely gorgeous - - and was a perfect picture of the innocence, purity, and love that weddings are supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SeR9tYpHEFI/AAAAAAAAEmo/Kr20nu4Y-TY/s1600-h/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324518878121234514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SeR9tYpHEFI/AAAAAAAAEmo/Kr20nu4Y-TY/s200/IMG_3203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the friend to me that I want to be to those around me.... She now has a wonderful godly husband and Ronnie and I can hardly wait till we get to see them both again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie and I had a great trip out there. We drove the full trip - and got to spend time in St. Louis, Missouri -  Santa Claus, Indiana - Louisville, Kentucly - and Frankfort, Kentucky - We spent a TON of time together in the car - and as much fun as flying is... there is something about individual attention that we both get from each other in the car. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news... I have started my first garden. I have to start by saying that I have NO CLUE what I am doing. However, I have spent time on the phone with my PawPaw asking for help, tips, advice... and basically - - "WHAT DO I DO???" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SeR9tiBPM0I/AAAAAAAAEmw/XLYabL2I9cU/s1600-h/IMG_3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324518880638350146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SeR9tiBPM0I/AAAAAAAAEmw/XLYabL2I9cU/s200/IMG_3505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SeR9t7SZVvI/AAAAAAAAEm4/-B5DffJBn_8/s1600-h/IMG_3507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324518887421204210" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SeR9t7SZVvI/AAAAAAAAEm4/-B5DffJBn_8/s200/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planted my tomatoes and some of the cucumber plants yesterday. The squash has to wait till the first of May here in VA. I hope to keep you posted as things &lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt; grow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally - - and update on Mamaw.... (my grandmother that had breast cancer...) her oncologist gave her at least a 28 year life expectancy in her last meeting with him... that would get her to 100 years old... We are really excited about this.... :) for obvious reasons!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all things are new for you this spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1263634567917619411?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1263634567917619411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1263634567917619411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1263634567917619411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1263634567917619411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-things-new-in-spring-time.html' title='All things New in Spring time'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SeR9tYpHEFI/AAAAAAAAEmo/Kr20nu4Y-TY/s72-c/IMG_3203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8657183608501839243</id><published>2009-04-10T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:53:13.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Last year - I posted about my family's tradition of &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/03/fish-sticks-for-breakfast.html"&gt;fish sticks for breakfast &lt;/a&gt;on Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the heaviness of Good Friday is once again made real to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Ronnie and I went to a Maundy Thursday service at our church. Growing up Baptist, we didn't really have all the services of the "church year" that come more out of a Catholic tradition (or Lutheran/Episcopalian etc.) So, this was my first Maundy Thursday service ever. I have been to some Good Friday services before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's service was different than anything I have ever been to. The first portion was discussion around the 7 sayings of Christ while He was on the cross. The explanations, and picture that was painted so clearly that He was giving His own life, it was not taken from Him, simply reminded me that He was so fully God - He was never out of control... even to the point of saying He was thirsty so the Scripture would be fulfilled from Psalms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, the Lord's Supper was served. There were four tables set up at the front of the church with 12 chairs around each one. One of the pastors sat at each table, and served the Lord's Supper to us. As we waited our turn, we were left with pictures, scriptures, and soft music to focus on while we examined our own hearts. How powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our table was finished - the pastor leading told us that we would not be celebrating tonight, but just wait until Sunday!! We simply walked quietly out of the building so as not to disturb the others that were waiting their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie and I had to go to WalMart immediately afterwards due to us being out of milk and stuff :) - it was such a shock to my system to go from this serious contemplative, weighty reminder of the costly price Christ paid for me to have eternal life... and then to walk in to the store with bunnies, chocolate, "In your Easter Bonnet" being played.. etc. I sometimes get frustrated at Christmas time with the trivialization of the birth of my Savior.... but honestly, last night just got to me even more. Don't get me wrong, without Christmas, there would be no Easter.... but without Easter, there would be no eternal life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8657183608501839243?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8657183608501839243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8657183608501839243' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8657183608501839243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8657183608501839243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5284971682698067080</id><published>2009-03-24T14:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:14:58.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Plague - Continued</title><content type='html'>Still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But feeling better thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually slept through the night last night, and have not had a fever since Sunday! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how much 6 days of staying home makes ya really appreciate being outside. Today is the first day I am feeling human again, still have some sore throat, my eye is still kinda messed up, and get tired easily - just gotta rebuild my energy levels I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that USA runs Law and Order ALL DAY LONG!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you further know that mid-day television is HORRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run out of things to google, emails to check, and everyone I know has been stalked on facebook in the last few days. I have felt bad, but have been SO STINKING BORED! Especially these last two days when Ronnie has to work and all that jazz, so I have to keep myself entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have bought stock in Lysol - I have sprayed down everything in my house MULTIPLE times. I have used almost a full can of Clorox Wipes. I am trying to kill all germs before Ronnie gets it. he has had a cold, but no fever etc. etc..... so I am trying to keep him protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be subbing this week. Its kinda fun trying to find a sub for a sub... huh. They don't give subs lists of other subs - so its kinda been a scavenger hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to go teach my college course again tomorrow night. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much been my life lately, so there isn't much to talk about on here. This post is rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be better in a few days, and then maybe I can come up with something funnier to blog about... surely two days subbing for elementary kids music class will provide something entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5284971682698067080?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5284971682698067080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5284971682698067080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5284971682698067080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5284971682698067080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/03/plague-continued.html' title='The Plague - Continued'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5957824837711647860</id><published>2009-03-21T14:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:47:23.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Plague</title><content type='html'>Or at least something that feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has taken.Over.Our.House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie has been cruddy since like 3 weeks ago, I was so proud of my little immune system. Until Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to teach my first class of this new section. And the pain in my throat was just getting ridiculous! When we got to the hotel, I went next door and got a 6 pack of waters, some tea, and a couple of oranges. I figured I would have this knocked out by the time my class started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 hours into the 4 hour class, I was still talking, yet going back and forth between chills and cold sweat. And they didn't make me nervous.... So, naturally, I spent a good bit extra time letting them discuss things that they didn't understand, listen to extra music, etc. We finished my outline - but I did as MUCH class participation as possible. I thought I was going to DIE before the class ended. I have never felt so BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed when we got back to the hotel. Ronnie went to the grocery store for meds, and Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trend of sweats and chills continued even till this morning! We went to the Doc yesterday. I hate going to the doctor. But sometimes it is just necessary. Got antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, we at least FEEL human. But I feel like every time I even think about venturing out of the house I risk spreading the Black Plague - - killer of all things energetic - - around southern VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know the BEST part of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already agreed to substitute teach the music class next week. All. Week. Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is having surgery. So, just about the time I will feel better, my little damaged immune system will be thrown out of the frying pan into the fire! Luckily, my antibiotics will last through next week as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take Clorox wipes with me every where i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I will teach the college course again Wednesday, and stay in the hotel again that night. Hopefully this time I don't wish I was dead the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie just said I have been typing too much on this blog. Is it really that long? He thinks its because I have so many leftover words from having not talked (due to sore throat) for the last three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5957824837711647860?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5957824837711647860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5957824837711647860' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5957824837711647860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5957824837711647860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/03/plague.html' title='The Plague'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8358042344927439821</id><published>2009-03-14T18:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:30:00.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Update on Mamaw</title><content type='html'>She came through the surgery fine yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to talk to her - she has had NO pain medicine, not even tylenol, since coming out of recovery! WOW! I am impressed by this mamaw of mine! The Doctor couldn't even believe that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is already talking about going back to church next week! Her determination to continue doing the things God wants her to do should have all of us feel bad when we avoid things for a headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it has been tough to be here. It has really helped that so many people really love her and have taken care of her, and my family, through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie and I had some friends over last night too, that we had not seen in a while - so that helped to distract. We had a blast, eating, talking, and playing Wii.... they let me talk through what all was going on in Alabama, and then we moved on! Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my camera out to take pics of the evening.... and forgot till this morning. Sorry! You just have to take our word for it. My pride of the night was making my mom's famous "hot fudge cake" - - and it actually tasted almost as good as hers! It's always better when mom makes it - but hey, I do what I can. I knew it had to be good enough when everyone went back for seconds on the dessert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8358042344927439821?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8358042344927439821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8358042344927439821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8358042344927439821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8358042344927439821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-mamaw.html' title='Update on Mamaw'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6907086436126880867</id><published>2009-03-11T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:12:36.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Intercession</title><content type='html'>I know you all know stories upon stories of people who have had their life changed by prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asking all my bloggy world friends to join with me this weekend in prayer for my grandmother. I mentioned her a couple blogs back - they found that she had breast cancer just a few weeks ago - today they found that the cancer has already spread to her lymph nodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday she goes to have surgery - a masectomy and the lymph nodes to be removed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The request that I have, and that my family has, is that you pray. Pray for peace in her about what is to come, pray for my mom, and her two brothers as they have to watch their mom go through this. Pray for the doctors, that they will have wisdom - and that they will listen to that wisdom in their heads! Pray that in some way, God will use this for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aknowledge Christ in this. We will stand, with Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego,  knowing that our God is able to deliver her. Heal her. Take the cancer away. But if He chooses not to, we will praise Him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed in knowing that all four of my grandparents have been believers as long as I have known them. I know that not everyone has that blessing, I am thankful for the heritage of godliness that has been passed down through these generations. My Papaw passed away about 8 years ago. I also realize how amazing it is that at 29 years old, I still have three grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaw, as I have always known, and as most of the people that know her call her, is one of the most godly women you wil ever meet. She has prayed many of us through more situations than we can count. And anyone who has ever asked for her to pray for them has had a "number" in her prayer journal - - with a date it was first requested - - and a date that there was an answer from God - - and what that answer was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who will give my Mamaw a "number" in their prayer book this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God answers prayer. This we know for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6907086436126880867?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6907086436126880867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6907086436126880867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6907086436126880867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6907086436126880867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/03/intercession.html' title='Intercession'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5487551559598274209</id><published>2009-03-06T17:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:58:33.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I want it now!</title><content type='html'>What it is about finally exercising that makes me want immediate gratification more than ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught myself - after a pilates video, and a 3 mile run - looking at my stomach in the car on the way home and wondering if it had gotten any "tighter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I have been working on this for about three weeks now (skipping the week I was in Bama.... I choose not to count that one!... even though I did chase a 2 year old around a LOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want it all... and I want it now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;a href="http://jendee783.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html"&gt;Jen has posted some new pics of Barrett.... &lt;/a&gt;that baby is already sleeping like a crazy man - 4-6 hours at night time! He is precious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5487551559598274209?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5487551559598274209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5487551559598274209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5487551559598274209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5487551559598274209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-it-now.html' title='I want it now!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1969400351927764588</id><published>2009-03-04T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:44:05.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>what a rollercoaster!</title><content type='html'>Wow. The last 10 days have just been over the top. In as many ways as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get it all in a post - but that will require less detail than is really deserved on any of these topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As seen previously, Jen had her baby. A wonderful, healthy little boy. Named Barrett. He is wonderful! A great sleeper, only cries when ya change his diaper or give him a bath. A wonderful baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Due to the birth of Barrett, Ronnie and I got to spend some wonderful quality time with Aubrey. She is precious. and talks CONSTANTLY. My favorite comment of the week was when we were in Target, Ronnie put some random headband on her head.. she didn't see it coming. She jumped up, hands on her hips, and loudly said "What's the big idea here, Ronnie?" Oh, so young, and yet so smart!!!! We got to take her to play at Chickfila, get prizes at Target, see a magician at church, run through the aisles at Walmart with her swinging from our arms, and watch her learn about her baby brother. Time I will treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ronnie, Mom, Dad, Jon, Brantley and I all went out for a dinner the night before Jon left to go to his train-up for Afghanistan. I will be honest and just say that I am not ready to do this again. If you haven't experienced a family member or loved on being over there, there is just no way for you to understand the constant wondering, fighting the unknown, waking up with a gut feeling, and spending hours a night praying. I am proud of my brother. I am thankful for our military. It hurts to see him go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mamaw found out she has breast cancer. (This is my mom's mom). Cancer has never been a problem in our family. Heart disease, yep - strokes, got em - alzheimers, yep... cancer? no. So this is new to our family. Decisions, test, dyes, etc are all going on this week. Please be praying for mamaw, and for my mom as they make all these decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A &lt;a href="http://julietiemann.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-big-news.html"&gt;friend of mine &lt;/a&gt;in Ga announced she is pregnant with number 2. Who will be 13 months younger than number 1!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Another friend of mine found out that after years of trying to get pregnant, they are finally approved to adopt - and will have a baby in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A friend from VA had her sister pass away unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Friendship has been redefined again in my life. No details. But I will say this, friends that are only friends when things are easy, or when they are good, or when they need something themselves, are easy to find in the good times, but seem to disappear with life gets rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that are willing to cry with you, pray with you, love with you, hurt with you, celebrate the good, and mourn the bad, drop their details to help you pick up your pieces, are very difficult to find. I am blessed to say that God has given me a few. Those that are not afraid of the tears streaming down my cheeks as the bad news drops. Those that are thrilled to celebrate to amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people that make me want to be a better friend. They make me want to be like them. I pray that those people will find you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1969400351927764588?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1969400351927764588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1969400351927764588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1969400351927764588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1969400351927764588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-rollercoaster.html' title='what a rollercoaster!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6698055672101325989</id><published>2009-02-24T15:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:25:45.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>He's here!</title><content type='html'>Jen had to have a C-section this morning. She was supposed to have delivered yesterday but when she came to the hospital yesterday morning Barrett had turned around and would have delivered breech. Just 5 days ago the doc had said he was fully engaged and ready to have an easy delivery - - he decided to flip upside-down!! So, they simply rescheduled for today, (tuesday) and all went well. He was born this morning around 8:00 - - 8 lbs, 8 oz, 21 inches... at 11:00 his temp was already back up to 98.6 and glucose level at 77 (apparantly anything above 40 is good - I don't know.) Jen is sore - but morphine is fixing all those problems:) As any proud aunt would do, here are a couple pics. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SaRXArdnhOI/AAAAAAAAEmg/EEdt1shTgvM/s1600-h/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306461930127852770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SaRXArdnhOI/AAAAAAAAEmg/EEdt1shTgvM/s200/IMG_2917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SaRXAsDiliI/AAAAAAAAEmY/YDq_qLDv18M/s1600-h/IMG_2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306461930286913058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SaRXAsDiliI/AAAAAAAAEmY/YDq_qLDv18M/s200/IMG_2915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SaRW3YRo__I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/X4BBeaAGUWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306461770358521842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SaRW3YRo__I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/X4BBeaAGUWQ/s200/IMG_2918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey hasn't met Barrett yet, she is supposed to come to the hospital after her nap this afternoon to meet her new little brother. I will get some more pics when she meets him!  She has kinda been ignoring the events of the week so far. I kept her all afternoon yesterday afternoon while the rest of the family was doing everything else in the world - so we had a good time, but didn't ever discuss the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so good to be here to meet my little nephew - he is precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On all other fronts - my grandmothers tests are all still scheduled for Friday (which may now be the day that Jen is coming home from the hospital.)and my brother is still leaving for Afghanistan training on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are having a good week. Thanks for the prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6698055672101325989?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6698055672101325989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6698055672101325989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6698055672101325989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6698055672101325989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SaRXArdnhOI/AAAAAAAAEmg/EEdt1shTgvM/s72-c/IMG_2917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4952968076840907734</id><published>2009-02-23T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:47:20.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Not today</title><content type='html'>My little nephew was supposed to make his grand entrance into the world today, but somehow, between the last time they checked, and today - he flipped his little head back around so his feet were at the bottom. So, long story short - we are gonna try to welcome him to this planet tomorrow! Please be praying for Jen, Aubrey, and Andy as they all are getting ready for Barrett to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4952968076840907734?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4952968076840907734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4952968076840907734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4952968076840907734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4952968076840907734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-today.html' title='Not today'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7681902149775052794</id><published>2009-02-16T18:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:18:56.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya know, as a single girl, I used to HATE V-day. (or, as we called it in our single world... Single Awareness Day). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still today, its kinda awkward to me. I mean don't get me wrong.. I LOVE romance. Ronnie does such a great job of romancing me... and surprising me in ALL areas of life. I guess I still just feel like its a bit ridiculous to try to out "love" each other once a year for 24 hours... aren't we supposed to do that all the time??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having said that.. we had decided that since we really don't need anything right now, that we would not really give big gifts for V-day this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I can't think of a more tricky thing to do at V-day. I mean, Christmas is fine, even birthdays... but the day meant for romance??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the day before, I went grocery shopping (we had friends coming in... will talk about that later!) and was trying to think of a way to get him something without breaking the rules..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was small.. but a gesture of love... a 6 pack of Mountain Dew bottles all to himself... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How glad am I that I did this??? On V-day morning... he brought me the SWEETEST card EVER... along with two small chocolate things! So, we both broke the rules... very much in our own "learn to love each other in the language they understand it in.." For Ronnie... carbonated beverage... for me... chocolate :) we aren't hard to please... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxd18WUI/AAAAAAAAEk0/uc4j2ZJIDeE/s1600-h/IMG_2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552361006651714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxd18WUI/AAAAAAAAEk0/uc4j2ZJIDeE/s200/IMG_2800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - it was perfect! Our friends Megan and Luke came up for the weekend. We had a blast! We went to the Circus (thanks to the folks that gave us tickets!!), to Tripps to eat, and then to Krispy Kreme to get our heart shaped doughnuts... came home and played Wii. Then Sunday, after church we all went for a fun walk at the park, got milkshakes at Sonic (we had coupons for BOGO!!) and came home and made pizzas (Ronnie and Luke did most of it... Megan and I supervised... and took pictures :)). We then watched a movie while we ate... it was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxVMrvVI/AAAAAAAAEk8/SqmwzAJTXJs/s1600-h/IMG_2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552358686113106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxVMrvVI/AAAAAAAAEk8/SqmwzAJTXJs/s200/IMG_2820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAx7-u_1I/AAAAAAAAElU/gMC145MMSvU/s1600-h/IMG_2830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552369096589138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAx7-u_1I/AAAAAAAAElU/gMC145MMSvU/s200/IMG_2830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxuoR3TI/AAAAAAAAElE/_ncF8i5DiIQ/s1600-h/IMG_2821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552365512744242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxuoR3TI/AAAAAAAAElE/_ncF8i5DiIQ/s200/IMG_2821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxnY3fNI/AAAAAAAAElM/G0EM3bnLWIM/s1600-h/IMG_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552363569052882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxnY3fNI/AAAAAAAAElM/G0EM3bnLWIM/s200/IMG_2826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoCDd1rgiI/AAAAAAAAElk/ERL7RkzYqwg/s1600-h/IMG_2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303553769754821154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoCDd1rgiI/AAAAAAAAElk/ERL7RkzYqwg/s200/IMG_2846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoCDfbKx0I/AAAAAAAAElc/Jo5tnxvOvKk/s1600-h/IMG_2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303553770180495170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoCDfbKx0I/AAAAAAAAElc/Jo5tnxvOvKk/s200/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning they were leaving... God gave them a dusting of snow to wake up to... Ronnie made breakfast (AHHHH it is SOOO good to have a man who cooks!) and then they had to leave..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoCDoxmBRI/AAAAAAAAEls/awsn2UIxC6I/s1600-h/IMG_2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303553772690474258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoCDoxmBRI/AAAAAAAAEls/awsn2UIxC6I/s200/IMG_2848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so sad to see them go - but so wonderful to have friends like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy belated V-day to you all... even in all of the awkwardness that comes along with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7681902149775052794?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7681902149775052794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7681902149775052794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7681902149775052794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7681902149775052794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SZoAxd18WUI/AAAAAAAAEk0/uc4j2ZJIDeE/s72-c/IMG_2800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4240272937623253056</id><published>2009-02-11T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:11:40.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>Well, I have heard much about this Peanut Butter recall. Honestly, I have kinda ignored most of it. Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email From Kashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to back up a bit, last year, I signed up to get a free TLC Cookie sent to our house. It came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any sugar around this house for any length of time, well, we eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get an email that has this quote in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you still have the cookie, please throw it out just to be safe; we would never want to put our consumers’ health at risk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I still have the cookie???? This cooke contained chocolate, Peanut Butter, and Sugar.... IF I STILL HAVE THE COOKIE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess the one I got was perfectly fine since we didn't die of Salmonella last year. In. August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... if I still have the cookie.... Who gets a free cookie and holds it for 6 months???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4240272937623253056?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4240272937623253056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4240272937623253056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4240272937623253056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4240272937623253056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3021415471032881056</id><published>2009-02-10T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:00:36.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I find this a bit strange</title><content type='html'>So, usually my posts are either somewhat thoughtful (at least to me).... but I try to keep a light hearted attitude about my blogging. I feel like there have been relatively few "down" posts in my blogging days.... right?? Anyway - one of the tougher posts was the day our wonderful dog Ziba passed away. She had provided so much fun and life to our family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/02/doggie-diapers-and-doo.html"&gt;Here are &lt;/a&gt;a &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-friday.html"&gt;couple of &lt;/a&gt;the fun posts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/03/ziba-and-storm.html"&gt;about her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - as you can see on the left side of my blog, I have one of those trackers that let's me see how you arrive at my blog - which is kinda fun. Sometimes its boring - you just direct in to be blog. But other times it's kinda fun when I show up on someone's google list for something ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lately - someone in VA, and someone in Ga (they were only in Ga for like a week) has been searching for my blog almost daily by searching for "sadness in the mayhew household ziba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/03/sadness-in-mayhew-household.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;about the loss of our dog last spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what to think of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if this is you - welcome to my blog. There are many things that I talk about here that are much more uplifting that the untimely death of our dog. Feel free to browse around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3021415471032881056?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3021415471032881056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3021415471032881056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3021415471032881056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3021415471032881056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-find-this-bit-strange.html' title='I find this a bit strange'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8923629985755577671</id><published>2009-02-09T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:32:44.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>27 years ago</title><content type='html'>27 years ago - 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson releases Thriller.&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T divides into 22 separate companies.&lt;br /&gt;Chariots of Fire wins best picture.&lt;br /&gt;The Weather channel is on Cable for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan was in his second year of his first term.&lt;br /&gt;Epcot center opens at Disney World for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;The first Double Stuff Oreo is sold.&lt;br /&gt;Sony launches the first Compact Disc player.&lt;br /&gt;The Dow surges 43.41 points - (4.25%) to close at 1,065.49 - its first all- time high in more than 9 years. The points gain is the biggest ever to this point.&lt;br /&gt;The Veterans Memorial is dedicated in D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Time Magazine's "man of the year" is given for the first time to a non-human. A computer.&lt;br /&gt;The Toyota Camry is introduced for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Median Household Income - $20,000.&lt;br /&gt;Top movies - - E.T. – the Extra-Terrestrial, Tootsie, Gandhi, The Verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit less noticed - in southside, VA. A young man was born - this young man would grow to be a godly young man that although most people did not notice the birth... he would change my life forever. My husband started his journey on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey for him so far has been one filled with achievement, excellence, honor, and goals attained. For many 27 year olds, that simply cannot be said. I am excited to be the one that God chose to put along side him through the challenges and thrills of life. I have said it many times before - and never will quit saying it. No one but God could have chosen a man for me that fits  so perfectly into every aspect of life. No, life ain't perfect, it never is. But to have such an amazing man - - and to be able to call him mine... and be called his - is so much more than I ever expected, and DEFINATELY worth the wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8923629985755577671?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8923629985755577671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8923629985755577671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8923629985755577671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8923629985755577671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/02/27-years-ago.html' title='27 years ago'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4927468536905504825</id><published>2009-02-05T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:48:14.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house buying'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>There is something about that word right? Something that just makes you want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie and I have moved - we are - for now - home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still in Southern VA - in a newer house - with 3 bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a basement! Let me tell you - basements are WONDERFUL! Christmas decorations, storage, boxes that I don't know what to do with yet, etc. etc. - they ALL go in the basement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie's office now looks like a real office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest room and guest bath are two of my favorite rooms right now... (I haven't finished decorating the master bedroom yet.... it is taking longer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open floor plan is WONDERFUL! Its even harder to make a mess in it!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, the piles of boxes that were in the living room, the 18 months without a dishwasher, oven, or stove.... it was all worth it to get this wonderful home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the dishwasher... WOW! I LOVE IT! I don't even mind unloading it! We can finish a meal and it doesn't all of a sudden look like I haven't cleaned in three weeks or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who care - I have a new home and I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that enough! I LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4927468536905504825?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4927468536905504825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4927468536905504825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4927468536905504825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4927468536905504825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/02/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6359227240779065976</id><published>2009-01-29T14:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:41:16.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Round 2</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a call yesterday - from the little brother...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SYIF3rk77XI/AAAAAAAAEks/dFrTeSisI9k/s1600-h/June+9+2007+-+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296802565889715570" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SYIF3rk77XI/AAAAAAAAEks/dFrTeSisI9k/s200/June+9+2007+-+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time not to Iraq, but to Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write much cuz we are moving this week - but for those who care, please be praying for him, for his new bride, for my parents, for my sister and I... and for all those who know and love him. It just doesn't seem fair to only allow him to be home for 11 months and then send him back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - today is his birthday... go &lt;a href="http://www.knucklehead47.blogspot.com/"&gt;over &lt;/a&gt;and tell him happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6359227240779065976?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6359227240779065976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6359227240779065976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6359227240779065976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6359227240779065976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/01/round-2.html' title='Round 2'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SYIF3rk77XI/AAAAAAAAEks/dFrTeSisI9k/s72-c/June+9+2007+-+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5938748039634928268</id><published>2009-01-27T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:32:57.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Things to come</title><content type='html'>Some of you may already be involved in this - but for those who aren't and those who care.... THIS is something we are going to do this summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventanas, Ecuador. You can search the internet and you will find very little information on this portion of the country that is named for the fact that it crosses the equator. Ventanas is located in the Los Rios province, due to the large rivers that flow through. In early 2008, heavy rains hit this area of the country destroying many homes and farm lands. Thousands of people were displaced from their homes and many lost their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this heavy flooding and loss of homes, Ecuador will allow us to come and help rebuild a portion of the community in Ventanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to this challenge, and to the goal of helping to build the local church in Ecuador that Ronnie and I feel we are called. As believers, God has called us to reach out to the hurting, the widows and orphans, and the prisoners. This summer, God has called us to take his message of Hope to the hopeless people in Ventanas, Ecuador. We are a part of a team of people from several different states that will be traveling in late July to do work in some of the area villages. Some of these villages have NEVER heard the gospel of Jesus Christ before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are writing together to ask for two things from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we are asking for your prayers. We believe that with a trip like this, nothing will happen without the prayers of God’s people pleading before the throne that hearts will be changed, lives will be transformed, and our work will not be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we are asking for financial support. The Bible makes it clear that believers are called to go into the world to preach the gospel, to baptize believers, and to make disciples. You may not be able to go at this time, However, you can still be a part of our team by helping make it possible for us to go. Your ministry to the hurting people of Ecuador will be just as fruitful as our ministry will be once we get there. The people need Jesus, Ronnie and I feel called to take them the Hope of Jesus Christ. We need prayers and finances in order to do this. So, I need you, to prayerfully consider supporting our mission. Thank you in advance for your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in supporting this ministry in Ventanas, Ecuador,(this is a tax deductible gift – simply attach a post it note to the check with our name on it) please either send your gift by check payable to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E3 Partners&lt;br /&gt;April Allen EC09H&lt;br /&gt;600 Development Drive Suite 120&lt;br /&gt;Plano, Tx 75074&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you may donate online:&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.e3partners.org/"&gt;www.e3partners.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on “donate.” Fill in the blanks. Click “Give to a Campaigner.” Type in either Julia Mayhew, or Ronnie Mayhew, and enter the trip code EC09H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5938748039634928268?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5938748039634928268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5938748039634928268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5938748039634928268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5938748039634928268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-come.html' title='Things to come'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-2586749603458683364</id><published>2009-01-19T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:08:54.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought for the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Too much time, too little to do - Wait - Reverse that -</title><content type='html'>What movie is that from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - as stated by my dear movie companion, and fellow chocolate lover - Willy Wonka - "too much time, too little to do" seems to be my theme these days. I mean, I feel like my list is long... laundry, syllabus writing, questions to create for this online music course, dishes, basic house maintenance, my commitment to Scripture memory and healthy living... yet, due to the fact that all of these have this "whenever" basis, I generally feel like I am behind in all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all falls back to discipline. My goal for the year. I have none when I am given freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had a daily job, and requirements and deadlines, I get more done. When I have free time - I end up at the end of the day wondering why I didn't get my stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my day. I don't set out for that to happen. It just seems to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am working on finding a way to plan my days. Even those days that seem to have no plan. I have got to get a schedule going. It can have some flexibility - but it must be planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having said that - - this must be a short blog. For I have a schedule to come up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. mom blogged about her &lt;a href="http://deedee-warren.blogspot.com/2009/01/fyi.html"&gt;Hospital visit &lt;/a&gt;this weekend... and her &lt;a href="http://deedee-warren.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-scripture-memory-2.html"&gt;memory verse and the reason behind it &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a whirlwind....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-2586749603458683364?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/2586749603458683364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=2586749603458683364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2586749603458683364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2586749603458683364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-time-too-little-to-do-wait.html' title='Too much time, too little to do - Wait - Reverse that -'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4653097388190539782</id><published>2009-01-16T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:08:38.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible study'/><title type='text'>Memory Verse #2</title><content type='html'>Remember my memory verse goal??? Well, I am on to number 2 of 24 now... I am a couple days late due to an unexpected trip to Bama -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the verse is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” 2 Corinthians 9:8 NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4653097388190539782?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4653097388190539782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4653097388190539782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4653097388190539782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4653097388190539782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/01/memory-verse-2.html' title='Memory Verse #2'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3741999876772197203</id><published>2009-01-15T09:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:22:56.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Running around my head</title><content type='html'>It seems that when things that are heavy (not physically heavy... but mentally heavy... which isn't in all reality that heavy but due to the lack of my brain functions right now, they simply SEEM heavy)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if that last statement doesn't make you jump to the next blog then you win a prize.... please go to your own kitchen, get a whole sleeve of Oreos and return to your computer screen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - I am going to start that first sentence again. It seems that when things that are heavy, are running around in my head, I really struggle to get them into a blog. (now, was that so hard?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to do this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am dealing with trying to find those "lines." Here is what I mean. I need to give you a bit of background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004 I lived in Germany. It was a wonderful year, but a terribly challenging one. Especially the first 6 months. The town I lived in was about 50,000 people (Eisenach... the city Bach was born in, and the city in which Martin Luther translated the Bible into German for the first time). It was a beautiful city and I lived with the most AMAZING German family on earth! My struggle mainly lied in two areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, I was the only English speaker I knew. This was stressful. But it is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The traditions of the church were WAY different than the traditions of the American churches I had always been a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my struggle. It really pushed me back to study to find what part of what I know is due to my Scriptural understanding? What part of what I know is due to my Baptist background? and What part of what I know is due to me living my whole life in the USA? All three of these factors play into our religion weekly.... daily.... hourly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pushed back to the Bible to determine what I believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell I am in that place again. This time, not because I am in a different country, but because of the situation in our country. I am not going to go into political stand offs about what we should/should not do in our country. I am going to simply state that things are not as they should be. We can throw blame in a TON of directions, and that is all fair in the political world. I believe that we all have a desire to see our country move forward, we simply have different beliefs on how we should get there. That is not the point. My point is that we have issues. We have financial issues, economical issues, ethical issues, (when a group of politicians are appointed and a large percentage are then found to be already breaking the law?? seriously??) world issues, unity issues, racial issues (please see the riots currently happening in Oakland, CA), security issues - - the list could go on. But you get my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you line up the promises God has given to his children with the current state of affairs? I feel that in many cases we are continuing to walk as if nothing is happening. Just this last week I heard it said that when we were this close to economic breakdown in the 20's (right before the depression) people were already beginning to use savings to buy food, warmth, etc. When I walk into Wal-Mart today, the flat screen HUGE TVs are still flying off the shelves. Are we still burning up credit cards when the TVs are already yelling that the credit market is crashing? Or are we using the last few dollars that might be in a savings account so that we are able to demand from the government more money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's promises are true. He says that he will provide out needs, the righteous will not be forsaken, His seed not begging for bread. But does that give us the liberty to keep pushing on as if nothing were happening? I don't believe so? Am I a "doomsdayer?" No. I do believe that we have many opportunities to help this situation out - and that we are given the keys to make this work. I don't believe that we (not the politicians, but the people) have chances daily to help fix this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I have no answer here. In talking to some people, they say go ahead and prepare for the worst... other say that we just "trust God." I think there is a balance. I feel that God gave us intelligence so that we could prepare for things when the worst happens. I also feel that He wants us to trust Him for everything! Not just the "rest" that we couldn't prepare for. I am working to find that balance in my life right now. Please leave comments on how you are balancing this? Or are you continuing along as if nothing is happening? If we ignore this will it go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3741999876772197203?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3741999876772197203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3741999876772197203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3741999876772197203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3741999876772197203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/01/running-around-my-head.html' title='Running around my head'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4587285524992638821</id><published>2009-01-07T09:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:31:16.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Because I have nothing better to say</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://onething.beautifulheritage.com/"&gt;One Thing &lt;/a&gt;because it looked like fun and, well, I don't have a lot of brain activity today as I am still sitting in my PJs... late into the morning... two days in a row... enough... Anyway, if you like it, please feel free to copy it at your own place and let me know so I can come and compare my own  life stories with yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just boldface the items that you HAVE done, and leave the rest normal….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. Number 6 has been deleted due to it being an unfair question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch (wood working... its still in progress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping - like I would even admit this on a BLOG!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;33 Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41 Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45 Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business (I assume piano lessons were a business right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia (does Kazahkstan count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60 Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies (for my sister... I was never a Girl Scout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;64 Donated blood, platelets, or plasma (I tried... passed out when they pricked my finger - never saw the needle)&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66 Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67 Bounced a check (oh college days....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Been fired from a job (my first job EVER as a life guard... but I promise it wasn't my fault!)&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle (Thanks Jon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;79 Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper (once in 7th grade - had forgotten about that until recently - - and then a few weeks ago along with Todd Palin at a NASCAR race!)&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life (as a lifeguard... see I did a GOOD job!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a lawsuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - copy it, post it, it gives you a day off - -and leave me a message that you did it... its kinda fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4587285524992638821?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4587285524992638821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4587285524992638821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4587285524992638821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4587285524992638821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-i-have-nothing-better-to-say.html' title='Because I have nothing better to say'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3347213752508569437</id><published>2009-01-06T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:39:07.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Following</title><content type='html'>Hey - I just added the gadget so that you.... yes you... you reader that doesn't want anyone to know who you are - - you can choose to FOLLOW my blog. I know you already have this excitement added to your RSS feed - or your reader - or whatever. But I want to know who you are:) - so  - follow me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see a different house yesterday. It isn't our house.... Next?? Sometimes its hard to continually have doors partially openened, and then completely slammed. I am trying to focus on my Isaiah 33:6 every day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is my constant source of stability, He abundantly provides safety and great wisdom. He gives all this to those fear him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am clinging to this, at least until God gives me something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3347213752508569437?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3347213752508569437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3347213752508569437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3347213752508569437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3347213752508569437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/01/following.html' title='Following'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8909486599914628648</id><published>2009-01-01T18:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:18:48.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>Welcome to 2009</title><content type='html'>2009 has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it arrived without too much fanfare in my life. I don't mean that bad, I mean, we were at a party, with friends and family, eating Krispy Kreme donuts and drinking carbonated grape juice - but still, not much fanfare today. It doesn't feel that different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not usually do very well on resolutions. I have read some ideas today on not doing resolutions for a year, but short term goals. 7 per week - 4 per month - and 1 for the year.... I am afraid I would fail in january and not even try the rest of them (my perfectionism weighs in... if I can't do it 100%, I tend to not do it at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my decision. I am going to try two things. They will each last all year. And I believe, that if I am successful, these two things will help me to be able to accomplish all other things much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Memorizing Scripture. I have signed up for the accountability on the &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2008/12/1st-15-siesta-scripture-memory-team.html"&gt;LPM blog&lt;/a&gt;. I plan to memorize two per month. Ending with 24 in a year. No, this is not a major feat, many people much better than I am have done more amazing things many times over. However, I must admit that 24 in 2009 will be 24 more than I memorized in 2008. So, here we go with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other benefits: Discipline over weeks at a time. I cannot wait until the 14th of every month to start memorizing. I will have to do it as I go.&lt;br /&gt;- I will have to be reading the Word often in order to know what Scripture will be impacting me.&lt;br /&gt;- If I am meditating for two weeks at a time on a Scripture, it will be harder for my mind to get back into the pity parties that I tend to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting with Isaiah 33:6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Being healthy in body. This will encompass several things for me. I need to eat better. I was doing so well this time last year. I had completely cut out all carbonation, I was cooking healthy foods, we were not eating very much bad food... and for a while, I did really well at cooking for lunches, and having sandwiches or lighter food for dinner. I plan to get back into this. Also, I need to run. I love to run, I love to bike. I need to do the things I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Benefits: I will feel better.&lt;br /&gt;- I will still be working on my discipline.&lt;br /&gt;- I will be doing things I love to do, but so often laziness takes over my desires.&lt;br /&gt;- I will have less time for the pity parties.&lt;br /&gt;- I will waste less time staring at the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - there you go. 24 Bible verses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not setting a weight goal. Its more about my health than about a particular number this time around. Also, last time I set a number goal, I got so frustrated. I felt better, I looked better, but I didn't lose any numbers - which got frustrating, so I quit (again, the perfectionism). So, this time there is not a number game to be played... I am going to do it for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else out there setting goals??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who aims at nothing is sure to hit it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8909486599914628648?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8909486599914628648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8909486599914628648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8909486599914628648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8909486599914628648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-2009.html' title='Welcome to 2009'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3802893783625072637</id><published>2008-12-31T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:36:24.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>2008 in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>Well, I missed the opportunity this year for a traditional Thanksgiving post, and a traditional Christmas post. However, I am going to try to make it a not too cheesy, not too sentimental, not too dorky New Year's Eve Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest - this year was blury. It seems to have passed so quickly. ::smiling in a 'I know this is dorky' manner:: "&lt;em&gt;It just seems like yesterday Ronnie and I were on the couch celebrating our first New Year's together!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway - it was full of great stuff. So, here ya go, things I wanna hang on to from 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Learning to have a &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/01/giving-stuff.html"&gt;giving heart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Loss is &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/03/sadness-in-mayhew-household.html"&gt;hard.&lt;/a&gt; Death &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/01/change-in-plans.html"&gt;hurts.&lt;/a&gt; But God is &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/10/praying-for-k.html"&gt;faithful&lt;/a&gt;. (Turns out she did NOT have the disease that we thought she had.... I never updated that - sorry). Being miles away makes for an interesting response in me to the pain of my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Men &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/02/24.html"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; easier than Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Trips with Ronnie - &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/02/cabin.html"&gt;Cabin&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/06/anniversary.html"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-gonna-be-better-i-promise.html"&gt;Cruise,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/ladies-banquet-and-skyline-drive.html"&gt;Skyline Drive&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/lake-day.html"&gt;Lake&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-pictures.html"&gt;beach,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-infinity-and-beyond.html"&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacation-day-2.html"&gt;Philly and Baltimore&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-99.html"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt; came &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/05/excitement-that-few-can-understand.html"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;! And got&lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/jons-big-day.html"&gt; married&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Some times in life get &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-day.html"&gt;tough&lt;/a&gt;. But God provides &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-day-update.html"&gt;peace.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone thought I was a &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-in-bathroom.html"&gt;man&lt;/a&gt;. (Is it wierd that this was one of the more "impacting" things of 2008 for me??? As an update - I gave those clothes to goodwill... Just couldn't bring myself to wear them any more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I started teaching a &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-mia.html"&gt;college course&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/04/traveling-meme-sick.html"&gt;Who knew&lt;/a&gt;?? and Ronnie started a &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-days.html"&gt;new job&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got back in touch with some &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/totally-different-topics.html"&gt;old friends&lt;/a&gt; - - and got &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/interrupted-schedule-flashback-photo.html"&gt;some pics &lt;/a&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I started to link to all the wierd things that have happened in the last year - but it was taking too long... and a lot of them are intertwined with other major events already linked. Just read through the blog :) I also started to link to the political stuff that was really cool - but honestly, I am running out of "linking" time - It takes too long... again... just read the blog (particularly the last couple months... since I only blogged 2-4 times a month, its not that hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... instead... my number 1 is... We still didn't &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/11/uncertainty.html"&gt;move&lt;/a&gt; - but are finding &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-men-snow-mountains-etc.html"&gt;ways&lt;/a&gt; to make it fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - Here's to a New Year. May 2009 bring more excitement, more love, more peace, and more answers to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3802893783625072637?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3802893783625072637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3802893783625072637' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3802893783625072637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3802893783625072637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-in-nutshell.html' title='2008 in a nutshell'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-2565925342535553899</id><published>2008-12-18T14:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:26:45.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><title type='text'>Vacation Day 2</title><content type='html'>So, on Sunday morning - Ronnie and I slept in as much as we could - got up, ate the free breakfast in the hotel and got on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf-uNZ9uI/AAAAAAAAEik/oucPk2nyl7k/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209412950292194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf-uNZ9uI/AAAAAAAAEik/oucPk2nyl7k/s200/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an effort to avoid at least a COUPLE of the toll roads surrounding NY, we chose to skip the NJTurnPike and took Hwy 1. We got to see more scenery this way, and also, it took us right to the heart of Philadelphia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf_G0045I/AAAAAAAAEi0/8yOcwCTqMvo/s1600-h/IMG_2630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209419558085522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf_G0045I/AAAAAAAAEi0/8yOcwCTqMvo/s200/IMG_2630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;`&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf-68Tx1I/AAAAAAAAEis/ULyRpikd3Yc/s1600-h/IMG_2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209416368244562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf-68Tx1I/AAAAAAAAEis/ULyRpikd3Yc/s200/IMG_2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped there because I had never seen this before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf__eKccI/AAAAAAAAEjE/WGJ-pV80JcY/s1600-h/IMG_2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209434763850178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf__eKccI/AAAAAAAAEjE/WGJ-pV80JcY/s200/IMG_2639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;`&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf_rex-YI/AAAAAAAAEi8/nl7e8GU3_Y0/s1600-h/IMG_2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209429397731714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf_rex-YI/AAAAAAAAEi8/nl7e8GU3_Y0/s200/IMG_2636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more step in actually seeing the historical pieces of our country. History is so much cooler when you see the memorials and stuff in person! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhDyxa2DI/AAAAAAAAEjM/QKS9mGTOlms/s1600-h/IMG_2643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210599586060338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhDyxa2DI/AAAAAAAAEjM/QKS9mGTOlms/s200/IMG_2643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more importantly, while in Philly, we stopped and had these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhE-RCzaI/AAAAAAAAEjc/gNVEzp70WG4/s1600-h/IMG_2650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210619851361698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhE-RCzaI/AAAAAAAAEjc/gNVEzp70WG4/s200/IMG_2650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhEPMuHDI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Pod-iwU08zo/s1600-h/IMG_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210607216761906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhEPMuHDI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Pod-iwU08zo/s200/IMG_2649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;REAL PHILLY CHEESESTEAK... with cheezewhiz and everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were back on the road again.... it was just a short stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until we arrived in Baltimore - when Ronnie took us to the harbor to see some boats, and a submarine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhFWL5bcI/AAAAAAAAEjk/0IIa7kRV6r8/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210626272226754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhFWL5bcI/AAAAAAAAEjk/0IIa7kRV6r8/s200/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqihKy51lI/AAAAAAAAEkM/VIl8ZXUp6Zg/s1600-h/IMG_2669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281212203762570834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqihKy51lI/AAAAAAAAEkM/VIl8ZXUp6Zg/s200/IMG_2669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lighthouse, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhFnonj1I/AAAAAAAAEjs/kxywpUzN8J4/s1600-h/IMG_2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210630956093266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqhFnonj1I/AAAAAAAAEjs/kxywpUzN8J4/s200/IMG_2659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some old warehouses that they are using as new places now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqigsh_l5I/AAAAAAAAEkE/fIk4BJyPG7M/s1600-h/IMG_2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281212195638581138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqigsh_l5I/AAAAAAAAEkE/fIk4BJyPG7M/s200/IMG_2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we ate crab cakes. I don't have pics of that because we had both had our hats on while walking outside, but inside we took them off... so the bad hair that resulted did not need to be rememered forever. That is why I tell stories on a blog! So here are random other pics taken at the Harbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqihhPFuMI/AAAAAAAAEkU/ReY1v0HRgtk/s1600-h/IMG_2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281212209786370242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqihhPFuMI/AAAAAAAAEkU/ReY1v0HRgtk/s200/IMG_2676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqifQVY4YI/AAAAAAAAEj0/-TGoOXvXjGU/s1600-h/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281212170889650562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqifQVY4YI/AAAAAAAAEj0/-TGoOXvXjGU/s200/IMG_2661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqif4sqVSI/AAAAAAAAEj8/2xYeRAne5Xk/s1600-h/IMG_2664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281212181724681506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqif4sqVSI/AAAAAAAAEj8/2xYeRAne5Xk/s200/IMG_2664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crab Cakes are some of my favorite things to eat.... having them in Baltimore... WOW... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie says he travels by food - - where there is good food to eat, we will stop for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend was amazing and DEFINATELY something we needed after the political season that pushed us all to the end! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to my wonderful man for taking care of me... and having such a wonderful time together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-2565925342535553899?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/2565925342535553899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=2565925342535553899' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2565925342535553899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2565925342535553899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacation-day-2.html' title='Vacation Day 2'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUqf-uNZ9uI/AAAAAAAAEik/oucPk2nyl7k/s72-c/IMG_2626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-2201704384071290639</id><published>2008-12-17T10:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:37:17.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Interrupted schedule - flashback photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have to interrupt this &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-infinity-and-beyond.html"&gt;Vacation story line &lt;/a&gt;to share with you something sent to me by a good friend of mine.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my BFF - from when I was 3-9 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one of those girls that I am so thankful for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS... is pre-glasses Julia and 'BFF' &lt;a href="http://www.justjessie.typepad.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUkcHXzdwiI/AAAAAAAAEiY/xAj8k3NYT5E/s1600-h/Jessica+and+Julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280782951043154466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUkcHXzdwiI/AAAAAAAAEiY/xAj8k3NYT5E/s200/Jessica+and+Julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure exactly the age here - only that it had to be before 3rd grade (also known as the beginning of bad glasses years.... that lasted, well, till today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look at that picture so many things cross my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st - how wonderful it was then to have a good friend - we had no clue what the next few years would hold for us. I would move, we would write letters back and forth... and when we got tired of writing, we would record our letters to each other on cassette tapes. I am sure our parents thought we had lost our minds... but that in itself is an example of how awesome our parents were! (and still are... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd - This friend got married about 10 years before me.... I was at her wedding... I am sure there are incriminating pictures of that - she came to mine in 2007. When we were 7 years old, we believed that we would be "BFFs" forever. It seems that even through times where we didnt have contact for years - we are still living in -forever-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd - that little brown eyed, brown haired girl had so much in front of her. If I had a clue then what all would happen in this lifetime - I don't think I would have believed it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How wonderful to have memories. While at times they can haunt us - remind us of painful things... this time - it is so wonderful to remember amazing times - full summers - spending the night - staying awake till wee hours of the morning - imaginary games - a ride in a jet airplane - VBS every summer - 'cool-ots' (not sure how to spell that tragic piece of clothing required by Jessica's elementary school) - cassette tapes - the Monkeys TV - The Chipmunks great race - and SOO many other wonderful times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-2201704384071290639?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/2201704384071290639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=2201704384071290639' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2201704384071290639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2201704384071290639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/interrupted-schedule-flashback-photo.html' title='Interrupted schedule - flashback photo'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUkcHXzdwiI/AAAAAAAAEiY/xAj8k3NYT5E/s72-c/Jessica+and+Julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7524845400852835483</id><published>2008-12-16T10:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:59:16.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>To Infinity and Beyond!</title><content type='html'>First – please go to my &lt;a href="http://deedee-warren.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-christmas-tour-of-homes.html"&gt;mom’s blog &lt;/a&gt;and look at her Christmas Decorations… she is SO creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second – I am finishing my political work on this campaign this week! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third – This past weekend my husband showed that he is the MOST amazing man ever. And no – I don’t think he has even read the blog previous… I haven’t told him about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to his office party in Fairfax VA. (In the D.C. area for those of you outside of VA.) It ended fairly early. I was under the impression that we were just gonna stay in Fairfax that night, maybe go see some of D.C. on Saturday, and have a good weekend… I was PUMPED about the notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the week (at packing time.) He said that he had a surprise for me, and that he needed to tell me about it so that I would pack appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to leave the party in Fairfax and travel the next 4 hours to New York City! We were also going to go ice skating in Rockefeller center. For those that do not know me very well, I have a list of 33 things I want to accomplish before I die. Ice skating with a date in Rockefeller center is one of those things! We had not accomplished one in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPkJUZMMI/AAAAAAAAEeg/dWKENIkv4CE/s1600-h/IMG_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417307998892226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPkJUZMMI/AAAAAAAAEeg/dWKENIkv4CE/s200/IMG_2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…. Here I am – on skates –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPkV25vhI/AAAAAAAAEeo/t1qhHmkeVvY/s1600-h/IMG_2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417311364857362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPkV25vhI/AAAAAAAAEeo/t1qhHmkeVvY/s200/IMG_2518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ice rink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRBdN5-kI/AAAAAAAAEe4/YGYpmZliKQ4/s1600-h/IMG_2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280418911068224066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRBdN5-kI/AAAAAAAAEe4/YGYpmZliKQ4/s200/IMG_2526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under THE Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRBuqkb4I/AAAAAAAAEfA/_akmjImOx2E/s1600-h/IMG_2522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280418915751849858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRBuqkb4I/AAAAAAAAEfA/_akmjImOx2E/s200/IMG_2522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rockefeller center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRCud6jII/AAAAAAAAEfQ/8korahE9Dn8/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280418932878642306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRCud6jII/AAAAAAAAEfQ/8korahE9Dn8/s200/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie skated too….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPlPtV07I/AAAAAAAAEew/tfN-OBjjyAA/s1600-h/IMG_2517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417326894011314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPlPtV07I/AAAAAAAAEew/tfN-OBjjyAA/s200/IMG_2517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had never ice skated before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRCKJiujI/AAAAAAAAEfI/jAxPVGD2vgg/s1600-h/IMG_2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280418923129518642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRCKJiujI/AAAAAAAAEfI/jAxPVGD2vgg/s200/IMG_2524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all these people watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRDDRJKyI/AAAAAAAAEfY/JuoFHiwuIik/s1600-h/IMG_2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280418938462219042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfRDDRJKyI/AAAAAAAAEfY/JuoFHiwuIik/s200/IMG_2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made it for part of the Today show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPjwYwzqI/AAAAAAAAEeY/Z0x0qkX8-wo/s1600-h/IMG_2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417301306330786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPjwYwzqI/AAAAAAAAEeY/Z0x0qkX8-wo/s200/IMG_2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPjqiu3EI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/EEAdZpA5yPg/s1600-h/IMG_2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280417299737533506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPjqiu3EI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/EEAdZpA5yPg/s200/IMG_2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the Empire State building – I didn’t want to wait in the line to go to the top… maybe next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSegU0aBI/AAAAAAAAEfg/25s6FLrRrQI/s1600-h/IMG_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280420509630359570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSegU0aBI/AAAAAAAAEfg/25s6FLrRrQI/s200/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes - - those skies ARE blue in NYC... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSgD1mqCI/AAAAAAAAEf4/hdX-gNRRRps/s1600-h/IMG_2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280420536342980642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSgD1mqCI/AAAAAAAAEf4/hdX-gNRRRps/s200/IMG_2564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and THIS made me laugh out loud... as well as the LONG lines waiting outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSfV567UI/AAAAAAAAEfw/JVToCK80E7w/s1600-h/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280420524013055298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSfV567UI/AAAAAAAAEfw/JVToCK80E7w/s200/IMG_2560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Macys at Herald Square…. Recession??? I think not. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSfMhEVaI/AAAAAAAAEfo/LxfuaqLwVog/s1600-h/IMG_2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280420521492895138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSfMhEVaI/AAAAAAAAEfo/LxfuaqLwVog/s200/IMG_2544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the insanity of that area of town, we relaxed in Central Park for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSgV3QGGI/AAAAAAAAEgA/FmD9oYJEY6o/s1600-h/IMG_2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280420541181728866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfSgV3QGGI/AAAAAAAAEgA/FmD9oYJEY6o/s200/IMG_2569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfT0wDekJI/AAAAAAAAEgY/Q5_g5q-eIkk/s1600-h/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280421991321342098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfT0wDekJI/AAAAAAAAEgY/Q5_g5q-eIkk/s200/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfTz9EebxI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/g6Jm5hoFfkA/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280421977635319570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfTz9EebxI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/g6Jm5hoFfkA/s200/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought I wanted to take a horse and carriage ride – but they were really stinky – I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfTzwvdjjI/AAAAAAAAEgI/TQiKlo_XA0E/s1600-h/IMG_2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280421974325956146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfTzwvdjjI/AAAAAAAAEgI/TQiKlo_XA0E/s200/IMG_2570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we were able to eat at Serendipity - you know, the restaurant from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0240890/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a 3 hour wait. We put our name on the list and then went to see Grand Central Station... Where we just happened to walk in as they were doing a light/sound show on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfT1kgFUOI/AAAAAAAAEgo/dYQQZa98cR8/s1600-h/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280422005399965922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfT1kgFUOI/AAAAAAAAEgo/dYQQZa98cR8/s200/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfT1fgnoRI/AAAAAAAAEgg/JONkASe_cVo/s1600-h/IMG_2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280422004060037394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfT1fgnoRI/AAAAAAAAEgg/JONkASe_cVo/s200/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat here..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVdvy6NzI/AAAAAAAAEgw/GIoihDXAJ1M/s1600-h/IMG_2588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280423795138115378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVdvy6NzI/AAAAAAAAEgw/GIoihDXAJ1M/s200/IMG_2588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watched the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought about shopping here - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVd_UNfnI/AAAAAAAAEg4/nSGF72odd_k/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280423799304322674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVd_UNfnI/AAAAAAAAEg4/nSGF72odd_k/s200/IMG_2589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but decided it was probably just due to the recession that the store existed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to Serendipity... It was so cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVfIQV5wI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/a1UdF9vzu-0/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280423818883884802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVfIQV5wI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/a1UdF9vzu-0/s200/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVe30pqPI/AAAAAAAAEhI/eUXZAUF4GHs/s1600-h/IMG_2600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280423814472771826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVe30pqPI/AAAAAAAAEhI/eUXZAUF4GHs/s200/IMG_2600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVeLv1o-I/AAAAAAAAEhA/ckXIk3xGNso/s1600-h/IMG_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280423802641425378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfVeLv1o-I/AAAAAAAAEhA/ckXIk3xGNso/s200/IMG_2595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW4jP48OI/AAAAAAAAEh4/ofXb5BGopQY/s1600-h/IMG_2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280425355138101474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW4jP48OI/AAAAAAAAEh4/ofXb5BGopQY/s200/IMG_2597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the Frrrrozen Hot chocolate... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW2YdKq3I/AAAAAAAAEhY/bwOj9IWQCnE/s1600-h/IMG_2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280425317881260914" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW2YdKq3I/AAAAAAAAEhY/bwOj9IWQCnE/s200/IMG_2602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah - it was as good as the advertised... wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended by going back through the insane crowds to see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW4CxFXyI/AAAAAAAAEhw/7uBmNFfvq5c/s1600-h/IMG_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280425346418958114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW4CxFXyI/AAAAAAAAEhw/7uBmNFfvq5c/s200/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW3JPzm8I/AAAAAAAAEho/aYZFTkQaiQU/s1600-h/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280425330978560962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW3JPzm8I/AAAAAAAAEho/aYZFTkQaiQU/s200/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW2hrOiOI/AAAAAAAAEhg/50-5b-V_czU/s1600-h/IMG_2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280425320356153570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfW2hrOiOI/AAAAAAAAEhg/50-5b-V_czU/s200/IMG_2610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning Ronnie drove through Manhattan in order to avoid some of the tolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfYR4IgE3I/AAAAAAAAEiI/9o6_-YuKNmU/s1600-h/IMG_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280426889752613746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfYR4IgE3I/AAAAAAAAEiI/9o6_-YuKNmU/s200/IMG_2621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfYRWocVhI/AAAAAAAAEiA/h9L9UI_aTKQ/s1600-h/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280426880759780882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfYRWocVhI/AAAAAAAAEiA/h9L9UI_aTKQ/s200/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were glad to see this sign - Maybe now we can get some of the stree resolved! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfYR9vBr4I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/cpJthb9vn0Y/s1600-h/IMG_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280426891256377218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfYR9vBr4I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/cpJthb9vn0Y/s200/IMG_2625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do another post maybe tomorrow to discuss the Philadelphia stop as well as Baltimore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT A WEEKEND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7524845400852835483?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7524845400852835483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7524845400852835483' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7524845400852835483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7524845400852835483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='To Infinity and Beyond!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SUfPkJUZMMI/AAAAAAAAEeg/dWKENIkv4CE/s72-c/IMG_2513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6503931217853124861</id><published>2008-12-11T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:54:06.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>Gotta be Grateful</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been very “me” focused on my blog… so, today – I thought I would share what little thoughts go through my head on my way home from work every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I am currently working about 40 miles from our house… the middle 20 miles are through a group of mountains in which I receive no radio signal and no cell phone coverage… During that time, I have made it a habit in the mornings to pray… about whatever there is to pray about…. In the evenings – I think of reasons to be excited to be going home to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this should be self-explanatory - - but just to elaborate. Early in this campaign – on a particularly stressed out day – I spent the time driving home mulling over the events of the day, mean calls, mean people, punk reporters, whatever – and in the middle of that, I came up with random reasons to be mad at life in general…. Ronnie specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when I got home – my mood was even WORSE than if I had just gotten off of work. And honestly, it was ALL my fault. I was creating reasons to be mad at the world…. And my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that evening, during which I think he asked me 8,714 times “what is wrong?” And every time my response was “nothing.” Which was, in fact, true. He had done NOTHING wrong. I had. I decided that my drive time, where it is just me and God in the car – needs to be spent building things up… not tearing them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been perfect at this? No. Have I given it a valiant effort? You betcha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result has been that I have been happier to see my wonderful husband every night when I got home! Even in stressful days – where I think this job may just go on forever – by the time I get home, I am THRILLED to see his smiling face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So – here they are - - a few of the reasons I remind myself of everyday – to be thankful for such a wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons I am thankful for My Husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He was not only a godly man when I married him, but he is constantly growing in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;-He is open to discuss with me what he is learning.&lt;br /&gt;-He works so hard to provide for me – even when sometimes it isn’t exactly what he would prefer to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;-He pushes me to be better at everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;-He is open to discussion when we disagree on things.&lt;br /&gt;-He gets up with me in the mornings that I have to be up earlier than him to be sure we have breakfast together.&lt;br /&gt;-He makes my coffee for me on those mornings as well&lt;br /&gt;-He washes the dishes all the time&lt;br /&gt;-He helps me keep the house clean while I am working.&lt;br /&gt;-He fixes things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;-He changes the oil in my car.&lt;br /&gt;-He rubs my feet before I go to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;-He rubs my feet before I get out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;-Even though I don’t rub his feet…. I know, I know.. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;-He brings me whatever I want to drink when we are watching TV – even if he was not already getting up to get it.&lt;br /&gt;-He cares about helping me reach my dreams-goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now – these are not all of the reasons that I am thankful for Ronnie…. Some are of course just between us – and some I will save for another day. These are the ones that I am thinking about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please also realize that I know that I am spoiled… and proud of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6503931217853124861?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6503931217853124861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6503931217853124861' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6503931217853124861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6503931217853124861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-be-grateful.html' title='Gotta be Grateful'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-2254761779951366039</id><published>2008-12-08T11:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:53:29.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Decorations'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread men, snow mountains, etc.</title><content type='html'>UPDATED TO BE INCLUDED ON &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/2008/12/15/christmas-tour-of-homes-2008/"&gt;BOOMAMAS tour of Homes - - Christmas Edition... &lt;/a&gt;Please go by there and see all the wonderful homes that are decorated for Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boomama.net/2008/12/15/christmas-tour-of-homes-2008/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="BooMamaChristmasTour" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h134/boomama205/boomamachristmassmall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/11/uncertainty.html"&gt;previously noted &lt;/a&gt;– we were supposed to move – on Nov. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have boxes stacked everywhere! This was causing a problem when I tried to create my Christmas decoration mental image because one set of those boxes, the ones in the living room, were just in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to unpack the boxes though.... So, now they are magically transformed to a snow mountain - - decorated with ribbons, glitter, stuffed animals, and a nativity scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why yes - - it is a bit junky looking... but much more festive than a bunch of brown boxes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1Kf8QXJHI/AAAAAAAAEdo/TK5JUCGqwOc/s1600-h/IMG_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456250959242354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1Kf8QXJHI/AAAAAAAAEdo/TK5JUCGqwOc/s200/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KHWV7AmI/AAAAAAAAEdY/ZDbTsdAS9Wo/s1600-h/IMG_2495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455828465156706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KHWV7AmI/AAAAAAAAEdY/ZDbTsdAS9Wo/s200/IMG_2495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KG5XffdI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/R7FqTCrhu9M/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455820687113682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KG5XffdI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/R7FqTCrhu9M/s200/IMG_2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call it “making the best of a less-than-perfect situation.” One more reminder that we REALLY want a new house - - and I just am praying that I don’t have to unpack one more box until I am in a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did our own Gingerbread house this year – My first one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KGQTKxaI/AAAAAAAAEdA/2kTc1WgaE8E/s1600-h/IMG_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455809663124898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KGQTKxaI/AAAAAAAAEdA/2kTc1WgaE8E/s200/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KF0_V1HI/AAAAAAAAEc4/zot6RccBKvA/s1600-h/IMG_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455802332206194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KF0_V1HI/AAAAAAAAEc4/zot6RccBKvA/s200/IMG_2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1LxoCaWxI/AAAAAAAAEeI/NIpW5lsBcLo/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457654281296658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1LxoCaWxI/AAAAAAAAEeI/NIpW5lsBcLo/s200/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture is the back of the house... looking amazingly like the front of the house. Its the pattern that came in the Walmart box - I don't know of many houses that have the same print on the front as the back... but these ginger people, I think they get in ruts too easily. They make up for it in their candy coated decorations though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronnie was mostly in charge of decorations – his creativity amazes me. We had to buy extra icing in multiple colors so that there would be enough variety in color options. I wondered if that was the smartest thing to do, seeing as how this house has a history of ant problems. But, so far, so good - - and it made the house so much cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also roasted his own marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KGo0Uz1I/AAAAAAAAEdI/a1MAAPvfEnU/s1600-h/IMG_2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455816244645714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KGo0Uz1I/AAAAAAAAEdI/a1MAAPvfEnU/s200/IMG_2484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the mantle – looking majorly like it did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KfmfFlqI/AAAAAAAAEdg/3ODbW33rrD8/s1600-h/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456245115426466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KfmfFlqI/AAAAAAAAEdg/3ODbW33rrD8/s200/IMG_2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the tree - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KgnRaxwI/AAAAAAAAEd4/giFeAnNKsW4/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456262506399490" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KgnRaxwI/AAAAAAAAEd4/giFeAnNKsW4/s200/IMG_2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KgQDDX_I/AAAAAAAAEdw/snW7IIHS6vA/s1600-h/IMG_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456256272130034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KgQDDX_I/AAAAAAAAEdw/snW7IIHS6vA/s200/IMG_2491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the FOUR “first Christmas together 2007” ornaments that we have. Not that I am indecisive (well.. maybe) but more because we bought ours and then received three as gifts! Its great to have back-ups for when we break them… it always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KhBO3acI/AAAAAAAAEeA/bIPyWD_znaI/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456269475015106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1KhBO3acI/AAAAAAAAEeA/bIPyWD_znaI/s200/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway – it helped to get me more in the Christmas spirit – something that has not really happened to this point. Its usually my favorite time of year – this year it seems to be missing something. Not sure why – but just praying that the “wonder” of the season and the amazement at the birth of my Savior will come to be more than just a list of things to do as we go through this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-2254761779951366039?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/2254761779951366039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=2254761779951366039' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2254761779951366039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2254761779951366039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-men-snow-mountains-etc.html' title='Gingerbread men, snow mountains, etc.'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/ST1Kf8QXJHI/AAAAAAAAEdo/TK5JUCGqwOc/s72-c/IMG_2494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-174078502514410749</id><published>2008-11-19T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:27:16.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Redirect the focus</title><content type='html'>Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have unpacked all necessary items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the box-mountain will remain in my living room, as a reminder that we WILL move. For the Christmas season, it will probably become a “snow-mountain” when I cover it with white cloth and put Christmas decorations… nativity scenes, Christmas villages (I don’t have any right now, this seems like a good reason to get some right?), and other Snowy items on the “mountain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is encouraging that we will still be moving – it is frustrating still to not know what is coming. I am dealing with it though (sometimes dealing by finding reasons to NOT be at home for an evening… out to eat, to the movies, to Target… you get the picture) Ronnie and I like to go out anyway… so, this gives me a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all encouragement from my dear friends here on the blog – as well as those who message me on Facebook etc.  You guys are the best…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite part of this blog/friendship/facebook junk is that it is this great combination of the blessings God has given me in friends throughout my life. I mean seriously – the encouragement comes from friends that I had when I was in 7-8th grade – touring the west coast as a Jr. in High school – my mentor when I was in college – my coffee buddy that lives in the city with me now – my host mom… ahem… host sister when I toured with Wings – and of course – my mom – who really has become my best friend. I look at the frustrations of my life, and vent them to the world via this open blog about my life… and then watch my comments roll in from people who mean so much to me… now, and in the past… and see that house frustration really means nothing in the long run. I believe I quote from “It’s a Wonderful Life.” When I say – “no [wo]man is a failure who has friends”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say thanks guys…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-174078502514410749?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/174078502514410749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=174078502514410749' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/174078502514410749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/174078502514410749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/11/redirect-focus.html' title='Redirect the focus'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4094950335273720024</id><published>2008-11-14T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:31:41.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Uncertainty.</title><content type='html'>Uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the definition of my feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working for the last 2.5 months on a campaign. It was supposed to end on Nov. 4. We are now in “canvassing” mode – and we will know sometime in the next three weeks if we will go into a recount situation. I thank God for the chance to work in this capacity. I am learning a LOT. My selfishness though was ready for some free time. It did not come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions I answer every day are…. How long will this last? Who is going to win? Can we pull through? Will we recount? How long does that take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone callers call in with desperate hope in their voice. I return their questions with certain positive answers. We are not giving up hope. We are working hard. At the end of the conversation I must end with a question in my voice though. I have the same questions they have. I can give reassuring answers only so far, and then must admit to myself that I do not have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday Ronnie and I took a step that we have waited on for 18 months. We signed a lease on a house. It was a beautiful new house. Two stories. Colonial style. With a dishwasher. With an oven. With a basement. For a decent price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reserved the U-Haul for November 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s  tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called our landlord and told him we would be moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started packing. I packed everything that we didn’t need to use between each day and Saturday. My living room is full of boxes, there are no pictures on the walls. My house is no longer home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to move on Saturday! I could handle this for a week with the promise of a new house in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Ronnie found out that there is a sulfur problem with the water. It smells like rotten eggs. ROTTEN. EGGS. I really don’t want my clean body, clothes, and dishes to smell like rotten eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We researched via Google - it’s all ok, they make a filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we found out that the rental company would not cover the cost to install the 1200-3000 dollar filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon we cancelled our lease agreement due to “a material disclosure” that they apparently did not disclose. (lawyer talk). We called our current landlord and told him we do not want to move. I don't think he has called back. I don't know what will happen there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night we came home to a box filled house. I have no desire to unpack in this house. I was supposed to have a new house. With carpet, and a dishwasher, and an oven, and an electrical system that we don’t have to worry about killing our electronic devices. (I don’t have to remind you that our list of dead electronics since we moved into this house is REALLY long do I?.... Two TVs, three telephones, 3 internet motems, a refrigerator, etc. etc. etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I met with a friend at Starbucks. I needed the time with her. She encouraged me more than she will ever realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I can’t help but ask – what is coming next? How long with my job last? Will we pull through at the end of this election? Do I really have to unpack all of my stuff in THIS house?  Will I have a place for my friend to stay when she comes to visit in the middle of December from Georgia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer I have heard more than a million times since we started actively looking for a house a year ago is this. “The housing market is GREAT for buyers now! You can have whatever you want for whatever price you want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to find out what is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have prayed, waited, prayed, waited, walked through seemingly open doors, only to have them slam in our face. We prayed some more. Here we are. Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my new theme song by Sanctus Real. I am choosing to believe the words of this song. The chaos WILL fade – there WILL be peace. It is my prayer. Even when I don’t FEEL that God is in control – it doesn’t change the fact that He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for healing&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on&lt;br /&gt;It's time to fix what's been broken too long.&lt;br /&gt;Time to make right&lt;br /&gt;What has been wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to find my way to where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wave that's crashing over me&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you're doing inside of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It feels like chaos but somehow there's peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's hard to surrender to what I can’t see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I’m giving in to something heavenly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a milestone&lt;br /&gt;Time to begin again&lt;br /&gt;Re-evaluate who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing everything to follow your will?&lt;br /&gt;Or just climbing aimlessly over these hills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're doing&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it feels like chaos but somehow there's peace.&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to surrender to what I can't see,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm giving in to something heavenly…Something heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to face up,&lt;br /&gt;Clean this old house,&lt;br /&gt;time to breathe in and let everything out……&lt;br /&gt;that I've wanted to say for so many years,&lt;br /&gt;time to release all my held back tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're doing inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh it feels like chaos but I believe,&lt;br /&gt;That you're up to something bigger than me…Larger than life…something heavenly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4094950335273720024?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4094950335273720024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4094950335273720024' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4094950335273720024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4094950335273720024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/11/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty.'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1368067455556117576</id><published>2008-10-28T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:22:27.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>More fish?</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe soon I will be able to tell you about going to the Sarah Palin Rally in Salem, VA last night - but honestly, I want to be able to get up pics and stuff from meeting &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeting-todd-palin.html"&gt;Todd Palin&lt;/a&gt;, and the Sarah Palin rally soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And - I think this story is funnier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-fish-two-fish-you-know-rest.html"&gt;fish&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turns out that before the last fish died - he had completed his job of passing his genes along to the next generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His partner, is now great with child(ren)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doing some research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that Mickey Mouse Platys are able to be pregnant up for 8 times after one time of .... umm... getting pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of those 8 pregnancies can produce up to 85 "fry" (baby fish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each pregnancy also takes about 30-35 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, within 8 months we could be the proud owners of up to 750ish BABY FISH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only have 10 per 10 gallon tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how many of you want a fish??? I will soon have about 740 to give away. These are nice fish! Cost about $2.99 at PetSmart! Not your average goldfish! They have something looking like a Mickey Mouse head in their tail! Its GREAT for kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, if we don't separate the mother from the fish within a few hours of her giving birth (yes, platys are one of the few fish that actually give live birth, they don't lay eggs) - she will eat all of the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood at it's finest I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cheap fish food for us! (just kidding. sorta.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also, through this research have learned how to tell a boy little fish from a girl little fish. Things. I. Never. Thought. I. Needed. To. Know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is never boring around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other stories. My sister is having a &lt;a href="http://jendee783.blogspot.com/2008/09/drum-roll.html"&gt;boy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1368067455556117576?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1368067455556117576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1368067455556117576' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1368067455556117576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1368067455556117576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-fish.html' title='More fish?'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7765080843792032827</id><published>2008-10-20T12:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:31:49.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Meeting Todd Palin</title><content type='html'>Oh but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had ANOTHER of those moments… you know &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/09/wild-game-dinner.html"&gt;THOSE&lt;/a&gt; moments… this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Ronnie and I were at the Martinsville Speedway (not because I like NASCAR that much) and here are the highlights of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Todd Palin outside the gate.&lt;br /&gt;Going with the Palin entourage into the garages.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to accompany my Congressman (the real reason we were there) and the Palin entourage into the driver’s meeting before the race.&lt;br /&gt;A trip into the media center… with… yes… that’s right.. the Palin entourage.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing into the pit area – and seeing all the drivers before they went on stage… WITH the Palin group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Ronnie and I got to spend about 3 hours walking around with Mr. Palin. He is a great guy! He talked to us, Ronnie got to introduce some friends that were there to Mr. Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am sure that he will never remember us… but it was awesome to hang out with him before the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true fashion for me and Ronnie - - - we left before they ever started up the cars and didn’t watch ANY of the race. Unfortunately, NASCAR tickets are wasted on us… but it was SO much fun to meet Mr. Palin… and to see the drivers up close so I could get sme pics for my brother and his friends. (The problem was I don’t know who all to take pictures of… so I took pics of everyone I sawJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also in the pics on the front page of the &lt;a href="http://www.martinsvillebulletin.com/largeview.cfm?type=article&amp;amp;ID=5449"&gt;Martinsville Bulletin &lt;/a&gt;(local newspaper) here in the area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t post the pics yet… will try to get them up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7765080843792032827?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7765080843792032827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7765080843792032827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7765080843792032827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7765080843792032827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeting-todd-palin.html' title='Meeting Todd Palin'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6827520556529756495</id><published>2008-10-15T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:35:05.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Praying for K</title><content type='html'>A girl from my dad's church in Alabama is very sick. Please be praying. Here is the email that has been sent out up to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K has been diagnosed with Polyarteritis nodosa.  Basically, it is an infection or inflammation of the small or medium arteries in the body that results in weakening and damage to the arteries involved.  Often, clotting occurs in addition to the bleeding. &lt;br /&gt;We should continue to pray for wisdom for the medical team and give praise to God for revealing the condition so quickly to the physicians.  This quick diagnosis (although I am sure it has not been quick for the family) will allow appropriate treatment to begin immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more information soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6827520556529756495?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6827520556529756495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6827520556529756495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6827520556529756495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6827520556529756495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/10/praying-for-k.html' title='Praying for K'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3959727740964047335</id><published>2008-10-08T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:27:18.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>One fish, Two fish.... you know the rest</title><content type='html'>I have been prodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend with the baby – (that is how she will be known until another friend has a baby) – told me in very direct terms yesterday that I need to blog again, it has been TOO long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although it is really hard to write anything that has nothing to do with the work I am doing – I am going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have fish. I would post a picture, but I don’t have one yet. I will work on that – maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie had like 3 fish when we got married, but they just recently moved into our house. Actually, one of the three he had when we got married passed away prior to moving in with the new family. So, then we went and got two snails, (cause I didn’t want to have to clean!) and moved the two old fish into our home. Where our old TVs used to sit. (remember those were broken last year. Both. Of. Them.) So, now we have the fish tank sitting on the TV stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, one of the fish died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie said that those types of fish are community fish, so we had to go get new fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t get just one new fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we then had 6 fish and 2 snails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the two snails died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another fish died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here we are, with the 5 fish, A rock vacuum, (the new addition to my appliance list),  slime coating, antibiotics, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they are fun to watch, I sometimes find myself asking… why? I mean, even the fun of watching them gets old after about 3 minutes… they don’t do tricks, don’t play fetch, don’t bark to warn us of strange things in the area…. Etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there – the new post is 100% devoted to fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the campaign – still alive and all that jazz. It’s fun – interesting – frustrating – exciting – and basically a roller coaster every day. I am sure I will have TONS of stories to tell when its all over with. But for today – I will just say – YEA for the fish…. They are the calmest (most calm? Not sure about my grammar there) part of my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3959727740964047335?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3959727740964047335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3959727740964047335' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3959727740964047335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3959727740964047335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-fish-two-fish-you-know-rest.html' title='One fish, Two fish.... you know the rest'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-367569515149270475</id><published>2008-09-22T18:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:25:12.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Wild Game Dinner</title><content type='html'>Well, it is so slow getting things posted right now. Political life is CRAZY! However, I am having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Saturday night to a wild game dinner for the Congressman I work for. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/ladies-banquet-and-skyline-drive.html"&gt;bear I saw a few weeks ago on Skyline drive&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I see him, I will be able to say "I ain't 'skerd' of you.... I eat bears like you for dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but yes, this little girl has eaten BEAR!!!!! And Snapping Turtle, and Dove, and Elk (GROSS), and Wild Turkey, and well - those were the top items. There were some others that I have had before, rabbit, squirrel, deer, talapia - you know the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a hard time with some of it. And finally just had to resort to the fried fish, and the veggies - - but not until I had actually tried all the things I had never had before. The bear was actually GOOD! I was kinda surprise because I have heard it could be tough, but it really tasted good. They had shredded it like you would BBQ, so the "toughness" wasn't there... and it had a LOT of seasoning - so I am sure that helped... Salt and Pepper always make things better right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the campaign trail is hot these days, the people are always coming up with new stuff. I am working with TONS of volunteers, stuffing TONS of envelopes, talking to the media (SCARY) sometimes, and MANY random other things. But it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well in your world.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I am not regular posting. Maybe after the campaign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-367569515149270475?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/367569515149270475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=367569515149270475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/367569515149270475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/367569515149270475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/09/wild-game-dinner.html' title='Wild Game Dinner'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5518270176638284656</id><published>2008-09-07T20:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:55:11.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of the beach last weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2rKCLtqI/AAAAAAAADJE/0mQC8rbQCjc/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243446349966063266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2rKCLtqI/AAAAAAAADJE/0mQC8rbQCjc/s200/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2q8-qyGI/AAAAAAAADI8/diMtD4NwaWU/s1600-h/IMG_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243446346461661282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2q8-qyGI/AAAAAAAADI8/diMtD4NwaWU/s200/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2qm48miI/AAAAAAAADI0/4S3qeA4yaJQ/s1600-h/IMG_2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243446340532083234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2qm48miI/AAAAAAAADI0/4S3qeA4yaJQ/s200/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2rYFxgrI/AAAAAAAADJU/5v5Cw434VXg/s1600-h/IMG_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243446353739219634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2rYFxgrI/AAAAAAAADJU/5v5Cw434VXg/s200/IMG_2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2rRyDpBI/AAAAAAAADJM/6staVaVKl9M/s1600-h/IMG_2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243446352045909010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2rRyDpBI/AAAAAAAADJM/6staVaVKl9M/s200/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hermit crab picture is for Aubrey - - she got her hermit crab as you can read about &lt;a href="http://jendee783.blogspot.com/2008/08/hermie.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... so Ronnie wanted his pic taken with "his" hermit crab in VA. Beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new coffee table... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR3j4SiTDI/AAAAAAAADJc/boh_cWgi3GU/s1600-h/IMG_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243447324455357490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR3j4SiTDI/AAAAAAAADJc/boh_cWgi3GU/s200/IMG_2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR3j6cRk2I/AAAAAAAADJk/rkh4rFyYaBA/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243447325033075554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR3j6cRk2I/AAAAAAAADJk/rkh4rFyYaBA/s200/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and me and ronnie before that political event that I referenced &lt;a href="http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/09/moment-from-movies.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR3kOUN_ZI/AAAAAAAADJs/dD9uZFumkmk/s1600-h/9.5.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243447330367995282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR3kOUN_ZI/AAAAAAAADJs/dD9uZFumkmk/s200/9.5.08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5518270176638284656?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5518270176638284656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5518270176638284656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5518270176638284656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5518270176638284656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-pictures.html' title='some pictures'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SMR2rKCLtqI/AAAAAAAADJE/0mQC8rbQCjc/s72-c/IMG_2168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8920266545210374574</id><published>2008-09-06T13:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:33:42.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>A moment from the movies</title><content type='html'>Every now and then in my life, I have these moments. They don't happen often - I am afraid I would take them for granted if they did... But moments that make me feel like I am in a movie. You know what I mean right? Those things that happen when you just think "this is NOT really happening to me.... things like this don't happen to normal people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of examples include the moment I lived my dream and stepped off the plane to live in Germany for a year.... a couple moments from when I traveled with Wings... One moment is as I was laying on the beach in Phuket, Thailand - 6 months after the Tsunami of 2004... You know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a handful of times in my life do these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started my new job on the campaign of my Congressman here in southern VA. The whole week has been quite an experience. I have learned a TON, worked a LOT, and really had some good time getting to know him, his wife, and his sister - all of who work closely together in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we were attending a fundraiser. There were different "levels" of entrance, but due to the fact that I am on staff now, Ronnie and I were able to attend all three levels... the first level required donations of $2,000 per person to enter... it went down hill from there - but even the lowest level was still a nice donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location was a "farm" out in our county. But this was no typical farm - it is owned by a man that owns the gas company that heats our house in the winter. The house was absolutely GORGEOUS. The fields were landscaped perfectly, the "barn" was a wonderful building that held about 250 people for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attendees included our State Senator, State Delegate, other political leaders, as well as Attorneys, distributors, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point at which I realized this was one of "those" moments was when my Congressman got up to speak - he of course introduced his wife first - - then his sister - - thanked the man who owned the home... and then introduced me and Ronnie to this crowd of people as "the newest member of the campaign staff." I waved to the crowd of people, then turned and looked out the door over the fields, past the American and Virginian flag flying in the breeze, realized that my Congressman not only knows me, but I was just introduced to a ton of people by him... It was one of those moments for me. One of those moments that feels it shouldn't happen to me... those things don't happen to normal people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, our State Senator was talking with us, and said "You guys make such a great team!" That was so exciting to me - I am enjoying this political world that I am in now. I wouldn't be here except for my husband though who has all these contacts set up.... I don't know where all this road will take us - but I do know that as long as we are doing things like this, I want people to see us together - as a team... its nice to be part of a team... So often I think couples do so much stuff separate from each other, that they aren't a part of each other's worlds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being on Ronnie's team.... I like joining his world... I like our team of two - its nice here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8920266545210374574?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8920266545210374574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8920266545210374574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8920266545210374574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8920266545210374574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/09/moment-from-movies.html' title='A moment from the movies'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-573568227691130586</id><published>2008-09-01T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:47:43.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>I only post on Monday's now</title><content type='html'>I guess I am turning into a weekend writer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weeks just haven't been very exciting lately - but all that is about to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did get to go to the beach this past weekend! I was so excited, and maybe soon I will get some pictures posted. We went to VA. Beach for Saturday all day and most of Sunday. I was a short trip, but one that was needed! I LOVE the beach! It was absolutely beautiful... and even though like 5 million other people were there, we were able to just relax and do nothing with sand and ocean for two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, life changes. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it't true, I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember last year when I had just gotten married, and I began working for the State delegate and his campaign? Remember how everyone wondered what I was doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a "campaign aide" again this year. However, this time it is for our U.S. Congressman. He is the incumbent and I start tomorrow into two months of political insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this will greatly limit any public opinions that I might have otherwise posted here on the world wide web....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here we go again! If I don't see ya before then, see ya after the election (I do plan to try to post some in between these times... I am just not making any promises.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-573568227691130586?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/573568227691130586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=573568227691130586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/573568227691130586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/573568227691130586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-only-post-on-mondays-now.html' title='I only post on Monday&apos;s now'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-931743389635823653</id><published>2008-08-25T08:49:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:40:16.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend fun'/><title type='text'>Ladies Banquet and Skyline Drive</title><content type='html'>Well, our weekend was full of fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started Friday night, when we went to the Ladies' banquet. Ronnie was one of the waiters, and of course, I just went to... well... be there:). This event was how we really started flirting back in Jan 2007 - - this was the third one we have been to together - - and although it was the first time that Ronnie wasn't the waiter of my table. It was still a wonderful time. This was the largest of our Ladies banquets to date... there were 180 tickets sold... I think more than that actually showed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKrHHvB2HI/AAAAAAAADF4/wqVxtn7LMHY/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238437455409043570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKrHHvB2HI/AAAAAAAADF4/wqVxtn7LMHY/s200/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKrHaYpSRI/AAAAAAAADGA/aViwFGsVtYw/s1600-h/IMG_2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238437460415432978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKrHaYpSRI/AAAAAAAADGA/aViwFGsVtYw/s200/IMG_2013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we woke up without a plan. Usually, for us, a lack of plan means that we end up wasting the day away asking each other 100 times "what do you want to do?"... "I don't know... what do YOU want to do?" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiis Saturday morning was different. We went through a few options, but ended up decided to drive about 3 hours up to Skyline Drive. A part of the Shenandoah National Park in VA. It is also an extension of both the Blue Ridge Parkway and the Appalachian trail that travels from Georgia to Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first attempt to get to skyline drive - we were following our trusty GPS... (who apparantly is NOT completely omnipotent) ended like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuhvII-1I/AAAAAAAADGw/UNeptlbEo-Q/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238441211194833746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuhvII-1I/AAAAAAAADGw/UNeptlbEo-Q/s200/IMG_2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned the Echo around here... drove back down the dirt road - found two men mending their fence (we were SERIOUSLY in the middle of nowhere!!) they disagreed on the best way to get to skyline drive from where we were.... we followed instructions that included statements like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you see two houses across from each other turn right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you get to the store go straight... don't turn there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - those directions - in that area - - since there is NOTHING there.... got us there. We were finally on Skyline Drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie had been there before when he was in college - so we started out going to a familiar location for him. BlackRock. The walk here started with this warning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKsmb5sszI/AAAAAAAADGI/9pbXivIy8vg/s1600-h/IMG_2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238439092910076722" style="CURSOR: hand" height="111" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKsmb5sszI/AAAAAAAADGI/9pbXivIy8vg/s200/IMG_2068.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have turned around at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Minutes later, I was INCHES away from stepping on one! If I had not heard it move I would have hit it right on the tail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, the rest of that trail was an adventure for me.... and for Ronnie - who then had to carry me on his back through portions of the trail that were too grassy, too close, or if I just got scared. He also had to go ahead of me and "check out" all the rocks to make sure nothing was hiding to "get me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of those pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuBeWo-aI/AAAAAAAADGQ/y9wZZsXgGWY/s1600-h/IMG_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440656936434082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuBeWo-aI/AAAAAAAADGQ/y9wZZsXgGWY/s200/IMG_2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuB-KDyQI/AAAAAAAADGY/vg_JyrqSkhU/s1600-h/IMG_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440665473599746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuB-KDyQI/AAAAAAAADGY/vg_JyrqSkhU/s200/IMG_2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuCSb6iOI/AAAAAAAADGo/3-OgWxLftRk/s1600-h/IMG_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440670917200098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuCSb6iOI/AAAAAAAADGo/3-OgWxLftRk/s200/IMG_2062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuCJ5R_KI/AAAAAAAADGg/T68HQ1anT6A/s1600-h/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440668624452770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKuCJ5R_KI/AAAAAAAADGg/T68HQ1anT6A/s200/IMG_2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while of climbing on the rocks, we decided to take a second hike to a waterfall. In theory, it was to be a 3.4 mile round trip hike. This was the warning before embarking on this hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKwJ9Qzm7I/AAAAAAAADG4/yK7H5TQlCNU/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238443001695673266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKwJ9Qzm7I/AAAAAAAADG4/yK7H5TQlCNU/s200/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the snake incident at Blackrock - I was a bit nervous about this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trail also dropped 915 feet over the course of the 1.7 mile one-way trek to the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the "waterfall" we worked so hard to see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238443917656394194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKw_Re3CdI/AAAAAAAADHA/uoaWPI4R8xs/s200/IMG_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit disappointing huh??? Anyone see the water???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descending 915 feet one way means that you CLIMB 915 feet over the return 1.7 miles back to the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing 915 feet, over 1.7 miles, watching for bears, mountain lions, snakes, and wild hogs the whole time... yep - definately "a good time was had by all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't done yet. We pulled into the little roadside store and saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyUCMQ-cI/AAAAAAAADHI/mos9G96_UNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445373840751042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyUCMQ-cI/AAAAAAAADHI/mos9G96_UNQ/s200/IMG_2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyUccOHXI/AAAAAAAADHQ/D2jV35JQxjQ/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445380886994290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyUccOHXI/AAAAAAAADHQ/D2jV35JQxjQ/s200/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep - those deer would just about come right up to us! I was not using zoom on my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the deer - we drove around the corner and ran into this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyUipiqbI/AAAAAAAADHY/FEQ_zmFPgDU/s1600-h/IMG_2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445382553479602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyUipiqbI/AAAAAAAADHY/FEQ_zmFPgDU/s200/IMG_2132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyUgRCVDI/AAAAAAAADHg/k_cfaRLYyPI/s1600-h/IMG_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445381913826354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyUgRCVDI/AAAAAAAADHg/k_cfaRLYyPI/s200/IMG_2133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily - our only encounter with the bear was from INSIDE my car. But knowing how young he must have been - I have to be honest, I was a bit nervous that "mama bear" would be coming behind me as I had my camera stuck out the window getting the pictures. I kept an eye on the rear view mirror. I mean, seriously, the echo is small.... a Large bear could throw it down the mountain... I am sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the sunset looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyqpyjRcI/AAAAAAAADHw/fEJo8uT2Z4E/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445762427438530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyqpyjRcI/AAAAAAAADHw/fEJo8uT2Z4E/s200/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyrqevO8I/AAAAAAAADH4/VRjgq8n8CmU/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445779792640962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyrqevO8I/AAAAAAAADH4/VRjgq8n8CmU/s200/IMG_2149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyU8F9pAI/AAAAAAAADHo/ed-TYolg_x4/s1600-h/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445389383574530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKyU8F9pAI/AAAAAAAADHo/ed-TYolg_x4/s200/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we headed home... it was an amazing day of adventure - &lt;/p&gt;I think next time we will go shopping:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-931743389635823653?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/931743389635823653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=931743389635823653' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/931743389635823653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/931743389635823653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/ladies-banquet-and-skyline-drive.html' title='Ladies Banquet and Skyline Drive'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SLKrHHvB2HI/AAAAAAAADF4/wqVxtn7LMHY/s72-c/IMG_2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7648297017614707643</id><published>2008-08-18T12:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:11:38.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend fun'/><title type='text'>Weekend help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, thanks so much to those of you who have been encouraging to me over the last couple days. I can't explain it... it doesn't make sense... but it was just so dark Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For an update of the weekend - after I started feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night we went to an event in our city - someone gave us tickets to "Mandolins and Magnolias" - a fund raiser for our museum. It was a bit stuffy at first - a lot of people that have too much money sitting around sipping the selection of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had taken 3 friends with us. 'H', a new friend in our city, her husband had to work, so this was good for her to get out... and then two kids - the two that I teach piano lessons to. The advertisement said they would have kids games, and, not having kids of our own - we decided to adopt two for the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got there, some other friends from the church were there too. So, the 7 of us, amid the stuffier variety, had a lot of fun, watching the dog show, touring the museum, playing badmitton and croquet. It was a wonderful night to be out of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few pics of the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq3nV4mRI/AAAAAAAAC6o/m5yEANDLNeA/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235903914225211666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq3nV4mRI/AAAAAAAAC6o/m5yEANDLNeA/s200/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq4hTOuPI/AAAAAAAAC6w/yQluxqoaCIw/s1600-h/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235903929783335154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq4hTOuPI/AAAAAAAAC6w/yQluxqoaCIw/s200/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq403g9YI/AAAAAAAAC64/RU2YZSDdvus/s1600-h/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235903935035798914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq403g9YI/AAAAAAAAC64/RU2YZSDdvus/s200/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq5CD5GGI/AAAAAAAAC7A/9HhnK0SH0aw/s1600-h/IMG_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235903938577373282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq5CD5GGI/AAAAAAAAC7A/9HhnK0SH0aw/s200/IMG_1885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq5YGOsjI/AAAAAAAAC7I/WtruOcWVrUU/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235903944492757554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq5YGOsjI/AAAAAAAAC7I/WtruOcWVrUU/s200/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmrWXLbnFI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/iaGOHbNpWjs/s1600-h/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235904442462346322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmrWXLbnFI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/iaGOHbNpWjs/s200/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmrWn9MwnI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/rrQngMT3cZo/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235904446966055538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmrWn9MwnI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/rrQngMT3cZo/s200/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, on Sunday evening, when we didn't have church responsibilities, Ronnie and I went to Roanoke to the Star on the mountain and watched the sunset from the top of the mountain. It was some good 'quality' time with my man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsMTcExoI/AAAAAAAAC8A/B_7zYzGXKW0/s1600-h/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235905369171347074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsMTcExoI/AAAAAAAAC8A/B_7zYzGXKW0/s200/IMG_1954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsLqiJ-iI/AAAAAAAAC7g/SlvmWDSEUok/s1600-h/IMG_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235905358191000098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsLqiJ-iI/AAAAAAAAC7g/SlvmWDSEUok/s200/IMG_1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsL-v47xI/AAAAAAAAC7o/lr6H_8B-e4c/s1600-h/IMG_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235905363617312530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsL-v47xI/AAAAAAAAC7o/lr6H_8B-e4c/s200/IMG_1897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsMO-bJrI/AAAAAAAAC7w/0B8ot_23hSI/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235905367973242546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsMO-bJrI/AAAAAAAAC7w/0B8ot_23hSI/s200/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsMHz5wLI/AAAAAAAAC74/yDyFNjc7I-c/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235905366050062514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmsMHz5wLI/AAAAAAAAC74/yDyFNjc7I-c/s200/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKms6eTLgBI/AAAAAAAAC8I/qUBfcEyaiQg/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235906162360811538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKms6eTLgBI/AAAAAAAAC8I/qUBfcEyaiQg/s200/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKms6deUmFI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/e0lFomFZWdA/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235906162139109458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKms6deUmFI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/e0lFomFZWdA/s200/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKms6nVr0DI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/FYbzg10DlJ0/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235906164787236914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKms6nVr0DI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/FYbzg10DlJ0/s200/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am supposed to be cleaning now - so I will get back to work - that laundry that I didn't do Friday - also didn't do itself... so it has to be done today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7648297017614707643?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7648297017614707643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7648297017614707643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7648297017614707643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7648297017614707643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-help.html' title='Weekend help'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKmq3nV4mRI/AAAAAAAAC6o/m5yEANDLNeA/s72-c/IMG_1858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3888329340953773360</id><published>2008-08-15T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:07:53.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Another Day Update</title><content type='html'>Quickly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am better tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband made me go out - - he prayed one of the most amazing prayers I have ever heard him pray on the way to town - - then he made me get some Chick-fil-a - - walk around Target, the Mall, Lowes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Did you know that for 25 cents more, you can get chocolate added to your cookies and cream milkshake at Chick-fil-a?? A CHOCOLATE COOKIES AND CREAM MILKSHAKE!!! It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it isn't like a solved problem. This afternoon, I felt more than ever, like I was walking down a dark tunnel - I didn't even want to come out of it. I knew in my head that most of what was echoing in there was not Truth... but that didn't seem to matter in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe I will be able to figure this thing out sometime. I have never been one to truly battle depression. I know the Truth... that I am blessed beyond measure... that I am loved, and that I love others. But today, for some reason, none of that mattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - thanks so much for the prayers! Keep them up. I will keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3888329340953773360?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3888329340953773360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3888329340953773360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3888329340953773360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3888329340953773360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-day-update.html' title='Another Day Update'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4642135632798624865</id><published>2008-08-15T12:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:22:09.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to be honest today. I know most of my blogs are up, pushing funny, happy-go-lucky, life-is-a-bucket-of-roses, blogs.... if that's what ya came for... this ain't it today... sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like doing laundry (this is normal though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to work on my newest adventure - - a new bedside table - - but my drill battery was dead... and requires 16 hours to charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like watching the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, I don't even feel like going shopping as Ronnie and I had planned to do tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya see, I am usually a 'do-er.' I do things. I really like to do things that help people - - but even when that can't be accomplished - I still 'do.' I have never been one to be lazy day after day. Oh sure, there are those rainy Saturdays - - but honestly, the reason they are special is because every other day is NOT like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, for the last two weeks of my life, I can not come up with ONE productive thing I have accomplished. Until a couple weeks ago, I still had classes going on that I was teaching... before that, I was still working at the church... and doing Tupperware parties... Now, since we are preparing to move... and yet not yet moving... all that is gone - and we are still here. I could pack... but honestly, I just feel like doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that it is a beautiful day outside! I don't even want to go out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many 'un-true' statements go through this little mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you aren't qualified for those jobs that help people out&lt;br /&gt;- you can't do it anyway, why try.&lt;br /&gt;- you won't be able to finish anything you start, so why try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it even goes so far as.... - you are just useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless?? I don't want to be useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a Matthew West cd that I got back in the Spring - Some of the lyrics include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got something to say&lt;br /&gt;If you're livin', if you're breathin'&lt;br /&gt;You got something to say&lt;br /&gt;And you know if your heart is beatin'&lt;br /&gt;You got something to say&lt;br /&gt;And no one can say it like you do&lt;br /&gt;God is love and love speaks through&lt;br /&gt;You got it, you got it&lt;br /&gt;You got something to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up, I got a question here&lt;br /&gt;Would anybody miss you if you disappeared?&lt;br /&gt;Well your life is the song that you sing&lt;br /&gt;And the whole wide world is listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go through the motions&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go one more day&lt;br /&gt;without Your all consuming passion inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna spend my whole life asking,&lt;br /&gt;"What if I had given everything,&lt;br /&gt;instead of going through the motions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically - - those are from two of the songs... it should encourage me to get off my tail and get busy doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw this morning where a lady won $50,000 worth of K-mart gift cards. She lives in a poor area of the country. Instead of doing what we all would first do with that money... she went and bought school supplies for 9,000 students that live in her neighborhood. They all got a full backpack of school supplies. WOW! I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually cry at things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because used to.... I participated in that stuff... I wasn't sitting at home watching it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the back of my head, it echoes... "what if I had given everything?" and "would anybody miss me if I disappeared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't say stuff like "I would miss you..." What I mean is that my questions are real. Honest. What difference has my life made in the last few days? Weeks? Months? I haven't helped any one get school supplies, Haven''t been able to show love in a way that impacts people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I look online for jobs... in order to get a job helping people, making a difference, you have to already have 5-7 years experience in doing that. Here comes the qualification thing again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is just kinda empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I feel I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am here waiting. For what? I simply don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sit here. On my couch. Empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments closed. Please spend that time praying for me instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4642135632798624865?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4642135632798624865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4642135632798624865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6567206374019602341</id><published>2008-08-13T11:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:37:31.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lake Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, Saturday Ronnie and I went to the lake with his parents. It was a wonderful day - I got sunburnt - Ronnie jumped off some rocks that he has wanted to jump off of for a long time - we found some golf balls next to a golf course (they were in the water) - but the real stories of the lake day came before and after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to meet Ronnie's parents at the lake at 11:00. We were right on track when we saw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKL_AfudtqI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/3Lpqkbga6_w/s1600-h/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234026100939404962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKL_AfudtqI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/3Lpqkbga6_w/s200/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKL_AaoEqZI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/VRKutkHIjKc/s1600-h/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234026099570420114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKL_AaoEqZI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/VRKutkHIjKc/s200/IMG_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two cows - mom and child - held us up for 5-10 minutes. Then we had to stop to tell the local farmer that they were loose. SERIOUSLY!!!! Where do I live??? When we saw them and I started taking pictures, Ronnie asked if it was going to be my blog this week - I said "YES!! I haven't had to stop in the road for cows since I was in Belize.... a third world country!" He said I have had more blogs about animals than any other one thing since I started this about a year ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in Southern VA... enough said:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - The second big story for the day has to have a bit of introduction. Ya see, coming from Alabama, carries with it some stereotypes. I can't tell you how many Virginians get funny looks on their faces when after an intelligent conversation, they find out where I am from. Apparantly, most of them think we are uneducated losers or something. I even had one lady - a school teacher - say "Well, I guess you are GLAD to get out of there then!" after hearing my homestate was the heart of dixie. I get redneck jokes, accent comments (this coming from some people who don't even pronounce their 'r' in words!), etc. etc..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were leaving the lake... having already been delayed that morning due to cows in the road... we saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKL_Ao1L1tI/AAAAAAAAC6g/gDEUKsIyZY4/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234026103383512786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKL_Ao1L1tI/AAAAAAAAC6g/gDEUKsIyZY4/s200/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A DUMPTRUCK PULLING A BOAT TRAILER!!!! This was parked at the boat ramp! I was amazed! After all the comments, jokes, and funny looks.... I am so happy to see something more redneck than the things I have seen in Alabama!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do like my new home - its nice most of the time - and it provides PLENTY of blog material... It's just nice to know that although some places in the US carry more stereotype, 'redneck' is nationwide! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for that teacher.... while VA is fine... I am PROUD to be a Bama girl:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some serious thoughts developing in my head... maybe they will come into a real blog soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6567206374019602341?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6567206374019602341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6567206374019602341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6567206374019602341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6567206374019602341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/lake-day.html' title='Lake Day'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SKL_AfudtqI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/3Lpqkbga6_w/s72-c/IMG_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7892651382043506673</id><published>2008-08-06T18:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:56:06.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I may be WAY behind the times - this made me cry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-ERm0_tuKM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-ERm0_tuKM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to imbed yet.... WAY behind the times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church just got back from a mission trip to Uganda.... so it hits home... there is also a final verse that he added that is not in this video... he added it after his daughter was killed... here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked the valley of death’s shadow&lt;br /&gt;So deep and dark that I could barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had to let go of more than I could bear&lt;br /&gt;And questioned everything that I believe&lt;br /&gt;But still even herein this great darkness&lt;br /&gt;A comfort and hope come breaking through&lt;br /&gt;As I can say in life or death&lt;br /&gt;God we belong to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7892651382043506673?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7892651382043506673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7892651382043506673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7892651382043506673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7892651382043506673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-may-be-way-behind-times-this-made-me.html' title='I may be WAY behind the times - this made me cry!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7090587846299588872</id><published>2008-08-06T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:01:22.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>Here I am.... I have tried to blog a couple times this week, and it just hasn't happened. So sorry. I even posted one - but decided to pull it. Maybe something legitimate will come out soon. Until then... a survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggy Survey...10 years ago: fall 1998 I was starting my Jr. year at the University of Montevallo. I do believe this was the first of several times that I would consider quitting music all together.... That Jr. year was a PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago: fall 2003 - I did a mission trip to Venezuela... my sister was getting married... I was getting ready to go to Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months ago: March - nothing amazing happened that month that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my list of things to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. run&lt;br /&gt;2. laundry&lt;br /&gt;3. dishes&lt;br /&gt;4. budget&lt;br /&gt;5. unpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. saying yes to too much&lt;br /&gt;2. always looking for 'what's next'&lt;br /&gt;3. holding my feelings inside till i explode&lt;br /&gt;4. exaggerating my emotions&lt;br /&gt;5. letting people 'get to me' about silly stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I’ve lived:&lt;br /&gt;Alabama&lt;br /&gt;Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things people don’t know about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. There isn't much that I won't tell if someone asks... or... maybe you DO know that!&lt;br /&gt;2. I am much more emotional than I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like to dry my hair&lt;br /&gt;4. I usually feel guilty when I spend money... even when I spend it on stuff I need - - I still have guilt! I know!! what's wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;5. I think it will be fun to be an old lady... one day... later... not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok - - i will get ya stuff for real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7090587846299588872?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7090587846299588872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7090587846299588872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7090587846299588872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7090587846299588872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5921192462286744977</id><published>2008-08-02T00:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:05:05.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in Bama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Jon's big day</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow is the day we have all waited for... My little brother... the one that has made the subject line more often in my blog than anyone else probably... is getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the last of the three Warren kids to go through the wedding... umm... excitement. The first time mom and dad have been "mother and father of the groom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at mom and dad's house this week has been exciting... but there is NEVER a dull moment here! I am reminded of how different my "life-pace" is in VA whenever I visit here. Its crazy here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being here... here is a general list of the things that have happened to those of us already permanently attached to theWarren clan... this does not include what the bride and her family have been doing... because I dont even have time to get to that list... I am talking about less than 72 hours for us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 haircuts&lt;br /&gt;2 eyebrow waxings (the haircuts and waxings have a long story in them too.... WAY too long for this late night blog)&lt;br /&gt;4 pedicures&lt;br /&gt;3 manicures&lt;br /&gt;8+ hours decorating the church (Wednesday night till 1:30 am)&lt;br /&gt;1 hour exercising&lt;br /&gt;1 car accident - Jen had someone pull out in front of her Thursday - not her fault - totaled her car - she is ok - just sore... go to &lt;a href="http://jendee783.blogspot.com/"&gt;her page &lt;/a&gt;for more info.&lt;br /&gt;1 day babysitting Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of normal Wednesday night festivities at church&lt;br /&gt;1 trip to Hobby Lobby, the mall, Best Buy, Bruno's etc.&lt;br /&gt;1 counseling session&lt;br /&gt;3 trips to Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;2 trips to Target&lt;br /&gt;3 trips to Wal-mart&lt;br /&gt;1 computer repaired (mine)&lt;br /&gt;1 family dinner&lt;br /&gt;1 rehearsal and rehearsal dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - that's all I care to think about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line... tomorrow, in the evening, my little brother will be a married man. He is marrying a wonderful, godly girl. I have never seen my brother so excited about something in his lifetime. I am praying already that tomorrow is the day my soon-to-be-sis-in-law dreamed of. I am also praying that their marriage will be blessed by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the random day that Jon and Brantley read this.... I love you both so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5921192462286744977?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5921192462286744977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5921192462286744977' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5921192462286744977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5921192462286744977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/08/jons-big-day.html' title='Jon&apos;s big day'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3673232661095640979</id><published>2008-07-24T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:07:19.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I forgot to send a card</title><content type='html'>So, I am going to say Happy Birthday to my &lt;a href="http://www.deedee-warren.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; here! I am sure she will read it... sometime... soon... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are '50' reasons I love my mom!&lt;br /&gt;1. She is so in love with Jesus it is precious!&lt;br /&gt;2. She is a great encourager&lt;br /&gt;3. She always gave me advice.&lt;br /&gt;4. Usually I wanted it&lt;br /&gt;5. She loves my daddy so much!&lt;br /&gt;6. She has taught so many ladies so many things!&lt;br /&gt;7. I hope my life has as much impact as hers has had!&lt;br /&gt;8. She loves me&lt;br /&gt;9. She loves my brother&lt;br /&gt;10. She loves my sister&lt;br /&gt;11. She treats my husband, brother in law, and soon to be sister in law as if they were her own.&lt;br /&gt;12. She thinks fairness is important&lt;br /&gt;13. Sometimes the 'in-law' children get it better than the real ones... HEHEHEHEHE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;14. But we even like that because even that shows how much she loves us.&lt;br /&gt;15. She wants us to be all that God wants us to be.&lt;br /&gt;16. We can never get by with anything less than our best.&lt;br /&gt;17. She gave up 12 years of her life to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;18. She never went to college because of us - a sacrifice greater than I can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;19. She looks forward to talking to me&lt;br /&gt;20. I want to be a mom like her.&lt;br /&gt;21. I want to love people like she does.&lt;br /&gt;22. I want to have a spirit for Jesus like she does.&lt;br /&gt;23. She loves her mom, and mother and father in law.&lt;br /&gt;24. She loved her daddy so much!&lt;br /&gt;25. She loves so much.... even when we do stupid things....&lt;br /&gt;26. When Jonathan was little... she called him the wrong name when he was bad... Jen and I thought that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;27. She loves Aubrey a ton too... and will make it a priority to love all her grandkids the same amount... even if, because of distance, she has to show it differently!&lt;br /&gt;28. She is constantly in God's Word&lt;br /&gt;29. She shares what she learns with us.&lt;br /&gt;30. Even sometimes when its hard to hear what she just learned&lt;br /&gt;31. I look just like her.&lt;br /&gt;32. And that's a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;33. Cuz she doesn't look 50.&lt;br /&gt;34. Even though she is!!&lt;br /&gt;35. My friends all loved my mom.&lt;br /&gt;36. She made sure we all had a place to hang out,&lt;br /&gt;37. Even when her house may not have been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;38. She still opened it for us.&lt;br /&gt;39. She knew we were more important than a perfect house.&lt;br /&gt;40. That showed us love.&lt;br /&gt;41. She likes to do projects.&lt;br /&gt;42. She doesn't like to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;43. I got it honestly.&lt;br /&gt;44. She over packs.... for everything.&lt;br /&gt;45. I got that honestly too!&lt;br /&gt;46. She is the woman I look up to more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;47. I miss her tons!&lt;br /&gt;48. I can't wait till I see her again next week.&lt;br /&gt;49. She has shown us the love of Christ through her life.&lt;br /&gt;50. I want to be just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3673232661095640979?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3673232661095640979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3673232661095640979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3673232661095640979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3673232661095640979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-forgot-to-send-card.html' title='I forgot to send a card'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7835128003474333381</id><published>2008-07-21T09:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:07:45.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Totally different topics.</title><content type='html'>Ok - I have two totally different topics to hit today. Please note that they have NOTHING to do with each other. One was my planned blog for today---the other is my funny story for this morning that simply cannot wait until tomorrow for fear that I will forget the humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... Today's funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, came to the living room to start my ritual of drinking coffee and checking my emails, facebook, and blogs etc. I heard something that sounded like it was coming from under the carport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it sounded like Ziba - our dog that we had the first 7 months of our marriage. She used to sit under the carport and throw her food bowl against the wall until we came out to feed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, there was SOMETHING making noise. I opened the blinds. We already had the windows open on some of the windows. I couldn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the extra bedroom to see if something had gotten in there and was making a mess of all my nicely stacked (haha) boxes that I am starting to pack in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still hear it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Ronnie is bumping around in the bedroom?? I cracked the door - he was still sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well - I guess I just will see if it goes away (you see how brave I am right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list of options that went through my mind:&lt;br /&gt;Fox&lt;br /&gt;Wild Dog&lt;br /&gt;Raccoon&lt;br /&gt;Possum&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a black bear?.... nah... that's not possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Black_Vulture"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is what was NOT on my list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SISXqEp0AqI/AAAAAAAAC54/TBxJl7I12tw/s1600-h/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225468216716034722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SISXqEp0AqI/AAAAAAAAC54/TBxJl7I12tw/s200/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SISXq_ICbaI/AAAAAAAAC6I/4GC8lcV_XeE/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225468232412065186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SISXq_ICbaI/AAAAAAAAC6I/4GC8lcV_XeE/s200/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SISXqq12M_I/AAAAAAAAC6A/teO9zzi5x6E/s1600-h/IMG_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225468226967057394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SISXqq12M_I/AAAAAAAAC6A/teO9zzi5x6E/s200/IMG_1754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With a &lt;a title="Wingspan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wingspan"&gt;wingspan&lt;/a&gt; of 1.5 m (5 ft) the American Black Vulture is a large bird though relatively small for a vulture. (wilkipedia)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are STILL up there! Bumping around. We see them often on telephone poles around here - - but BUMPING on my ROOF! What in the world?? Did you notice how big they are?? 5 ft wingsspan??? The pics don't do it justice!!! They are huge! And not afraid of us when we walk outside!!! (Is there something that they want to eat at my house?? I don't want to know!) - - Welcome to the country my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I have to move on. Please pray that we don't get eaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second - and real reason that I wanted to be sure to post today is because of some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 3 weeks I have come in contact with some friends that I had not talked to in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say years... I mean it. One friend from Georgia that I have not talked to really since I moved away from there - in 1992 (I think... could have been 91). She and two other girls were my best circle of friends during the Jr. High years that I lived in that town just south of Atlanta. It has been wonderful to take some time to catch up with what is going on! I was looking for her on Facebook - and had to gamble because of the name changes that girls go through with marriage and all that... but I just sent that email that said "Looking for childhood friend...etc... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I did a mission thing with Campus Outreach in 2000 in Panama City Beach. And all of a sudden, my discipleship leader found me on facebook and we are talking again for the first time since we left PCB in August of that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I toured in 1994 with a team called the &lt;a href="http://www.continentalsingers.org/tours.htm"&gt;Young Continentals&lt;/a&gt;. It was a 5 week tour on the West Coast with about 30 other teenagers between the ages of 12-15. There was a girl on that tour that became my closest friend on the tour. We met each other as we got off the planes in LAX that July, and were the last to have to say our tearful goodbyes 5 weeks later in LAX. Just a few weeks ago I was talking to Ronnie about those friends, and that we all so quickly lost touch after the tour. Since there were 30 of us, from different areas of the US, it was hard, "pre-email/facebook/myspace/blogland" for us to really stay in tough with each other. I think we mailed letters for a short time... but you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend, just found me on facebook this weekend. Of course we both have new last names now - but after she was looking through old scrapbooks, she just gambled and tried to see if she could find me. I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful to be able to catch up with old friends. Sometimes, in life, people impact our lives in such a short time - and then usually they are gone. There seem to be so many good-byes. It is so cool to be able to say 'hello' every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - one final disclaimer.... American Black Vultures and three old friends from days gone by have NOTHING to do with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7835128003474333381?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7835128003474333381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7835128003474333381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7835128003474333381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7835128003474333381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/totally-different-topics.html' title='Totally different topics.'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SISXqEp0AqI/AAAAAAAAC54/TBxJl7I12tw/s72-c/IMG_1751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8017560297220409863</id><published>2008-07-17T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:43:03.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Bragging on my man</title><content type='html'>Saturday, Ronnie and I were doing some "house-hunting" in an area where we might be interested in living. He got the new job in May - and well, life has been crazy since then, so, since he has the option of tele-commuting normally, we just haven't gotten serious about house-hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the search is ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were just past this small town that is halfway between two cities that are acceptable in size - and looking at a nice little rental house. The rental house didn't seem to be what we were looking for, so, disappointed, we started driving back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting into town, we passed an older couple out trying to cut the grass. At first, it was cute, the little old man was pushing the lawn mower, and the little lady was standingback giving directions! Typical right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we got closer, we realized he was down in the ditch next to the road... pushing the lawn mower with his left hand and supporting his weight on a cane with his right hand! As soon as we saw this, Ronnie told me to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled up to the next turn place and we went back to see if we could help. I will be honest, I half expected them to either be offended, or at least be embarrassed that we would offer help. But Ronnie was committed. We got out of the car in their driveway, and of course they looked at us quite confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie just ran to the little man and asked him if he could help. The little man and woman came back to my car and talked to me while Ronnie cut their grass for them. Yep - that's my husband! With a huge heart towards helping people! In his polos and khacki shorts - - and his GOOD tennis shoes! Mowing the lawn... the thing he hates worse than anything in the world... just to help out an elderly couple we had never met before. Whoa! I love my husband! - for things like THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked to them for a while. They loved to talk. She is 69, he is 74 and they have no kids. So, they have to take care of things themselves. They were hoping we would decide to get a house in the area so we can come back to visit them sometime. I don't think that house would have worked out - - but I do think we may stop by again sometime. Sometimes people just need to be shown a little love ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing there, and the three of us were watching Ronnie mow their lawn - she looked at me and said "Ya know, you can just tell Christian love when you see it." I had not said anything about being a Christian up to that point. Of course, I looked at her and confirmed that we were, in fact, Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, due to being in some serious conversations with a friend of mine of the last week. I have really been thinking about it. Although the church in general can be a tough place - - and people are never perfect - - and even the fact that Christianity as a religion can look like a whole lot of different things. When we are truly following Christ - and responding to people as HE would have us to do... yes, you CAN tell Christian love when you see it. It is unmistakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to take a minute to brag on my man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8017560297220409863?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8017560297220409863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8017560297220409863' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8017560297220409863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8017560297220409863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/bragging-on-my-man.html' title='Bragging on my man'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-5228485856800338524</id><published>2008-07-16T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:12:52.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holding On'/><title type='text'>Not here.... again</title><content type='html'>I am not here! Today I am at Starbucks getting my "free coffee Wednesday" coffee. I wish I were at the beach like last time... however, I am still at &lt;a href="http://holdingontothetruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-16-2008.html"&gt;Holding On&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week has been spiritually a challenge for me. I have faced and defended my beliefs more than I have ever really been required to before. While the challenge has been good for me - it has also been work. Its good to know that regardless of how the conversation goes - I am on the winning side. I cannot be beaten in an argument on the existance of God. Not because of who I am - - but because of who He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Holding On topic is dealing with how I have managed this. Please go stop by - and either comment there... or come back here to comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-5228485856800338524?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/5228485856800338524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=5228485856800338524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5228485856800338524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/5228485856800338524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-here-again.html' title='Not here.... again'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1848185236076645657</id><published>2008-07-09T16:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:35:25.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Table Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcDVAKXJI/AAAAAAAAC5I/E450Jl9CAKw/s1600-h/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221110186508967058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcDVAKXJI/AAAAAAAAC5I/E450Jl9CAKw/s200/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tools...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcD-Xb_BI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/rZ8k2vCjipU/s1600-h/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221110197612444690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcD-Xb_BI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/rZ8k2vCjipU/s200/IMG_1739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tools - rearranged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcEeeKKOI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/Rba3wA9S5wk/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221110206230571234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcEeeKKOI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/Rba3wA9S5wk/s200/IMG_1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cut pieces... ready for assembly... yes I cut them all myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcE7FfS6I/AAAAAAAAC5g/SXdSdaCc9Nk/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221110213911727010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcE7FfS6I/AAAAAAAAC5g/SXdSdaCc9Nk/s200/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially through assembly - a work in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcFcz_L1I/AAAAAAAAC5o/_0v7pY2oED4/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221110222965124946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcFcz_L1I/AAAAAAAAC5o/_0v7pY2oED4/s200/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough draft - the front legs are too short because well... i thought 2x12 actually meant 2... and 12... and it apparantely means 1.5 and 11.5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHVK5zYzR6I/AAAAAAAAC5w/GvJPjDBdEy8/s1600-h/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221161699913189282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHVK5zYzR6I/AAAAAAAAC5w/GvJPjDBdEy8/s200/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;**** edit to add next picture*****With new front legs... no more leaning forward! no rocking from side to side.... waiting for glue to dry and then tomorrow... staining!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1848185236076645657?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1848185236076645657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1848185236076645657' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1848185236076645657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1848185236076645657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/table-p.html' title='Table Pics!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SHUcDVAKXJI/AAAAAAAAC5I/E450Jl9CAKw/s72-c/IMG_1738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-3482776620646065292</id><published>2008-07-08T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:35:53.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Table Update</title><content type='html'>IT STANDS!!! I have taken the pics, I just don't have time to post them right now - however, I cut, sanded, glued, drilled, and "screwdrove" (is that a word?) my self right into a little table... yes, she leans a little to the front - but she stands - on her own - without propping... I consider that an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband suggested that I simply go get a couple of the little "feet" things from homedepot to go on the front so she will be level....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't stained her yet. I have to go teach tonight and have to leave in about half an hour - and currently am covered in a mixture of sawdust and wood glue - so, I will get pics up and get her stained hopefully tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-3482776620646065292?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/3482776620646065292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=3482776620646065292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3482776620646065292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/3482776620646065292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/table-update.html' title='Table Update'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-8527532612513395560</id><published>2008-07-08T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:47:50.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Watch out - I have a jigsaw!</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I was at World Market - only my favorite store in the WORLD! and I saw this amazing &lt;a href="http://www.worldmarket.com/Furniture/living-furniture/coffee-end-console-tables/Ladder-Accent-Table/lev/4/productId/6665/Ne/1100001/sectionId/2868/N/1100043/categoryId/1100043/pCategoryId/1100038/gpCategoryId/1100002/Ns/TOP_SELLER_INDEX%7C1%7C%7CCATEGORY_SEQ_2894%7C0/index.pro"&gt;table.&lt;/a&gt; Don't just skip over that link - go look at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at it, you will also see that there is a pricetag of $129!!!!! What in the world? Its a small accent table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, I convinved R to take me to the brand new Home Depot in town and get the supplies I needed to make this amazing table.... $92 later, I have it - Look I have already saved over $30 AND I now have my OWN jigsaw with which I am sure I will make MANY MANY other things that I don't want to pay full price for. Or, at least I will be able to cut things. You know. Sometimes you just need a jigsaw. or. something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - here we go, I will post pics of the process (of course that is assuming that I don't lose any appendages - there will be no pics of that:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-8527532612513395560?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/8527532612513395560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=8527532612513395560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8527532612513395560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/8527532612513395560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/watch-out-i-have-jigsaw.html' title='Watch out - I have a jigsaw!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-2952470492741352102</id><published>2008-07-05T10:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:37:24.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Comments heard while shooting fireworks</title><content type='html'>Two couples came to our house last night to eat and hang out - and of course... shoot fireworks. One of the girls that came is about 39 weeks pregnant and I was so hoping for a great blog on how she went into labor as we shot fireworks on the 4th of July at my house - however, she was not really cooperating - even after I sat and googled "naturally induce labor" and "eggplant inducing labor" No - we didn't eat eggplant, but apparantly there is some restaurant in GA that claims that every time a pregnant woman (38-40 weeks) eats their eggplant parmesan, she goes into labor within 48 hours! CRAZY! They have over 300 stories AND they guarantee it or you get a free meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story - since I don't have a great blog about rushing my friend to the hospital to deliver her baby - I will give you some quotes overheard during the fireworks extravaganza at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The girls were under the carport watching for the fallout. And protecting the 5 month old baby of the other girl that was here:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will use initials to protect the (not so) innocent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JW: Whoa - I guess that didn't work! (this quoted while running around the house trying to make sure my roof wasn't on fire!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK: Ronnie - Where is your duct tape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK: I guess you neighbor has a tin roof huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JW: Whoa! That was a short fuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK: Throw it.... FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM: Hey - That's my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KW: My baby just jumped with that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JW: I can't find the fuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK: OW! That burnt my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM: Wait! Someone lives over there..... (too late - it was already lit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JW: that wasn't was I thought it would do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JW: Hey ya'll watch this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - even after all those comments - we all made it through the night, with no major injuries, lots of laughter, no mad neighbors (at least as far as we know so far - I will let you know if that changes), and no baby deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to be with other young couples and just have a time of fun. Our life seems to be so crazy at the moment, knowing we are moving and trying to get ready for that... and yet wanting to be "where we are" as long as God leaves us here. Its such a torn feeling - but regardless, we had a blast last night and are so thankful for friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-2952470492741352102?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/2952470492741352102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=2952470492741352102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2952470492741352102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/2952470492741352102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/comments-heard-while-shooting-fireworks.html' title='Comments heard while shooting fireworks'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6640398084088533120</id><published>2008-07-01T11:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:04:04.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Summer days</title><content type='html'>Well, it's July 1. (Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://www.jendee783.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;!!!) here come the hot days of summer right? Well, so far this year, June has been ridiculous along the east coast - many days over 100.... however, last night, as R and I went to a little league baseball game (the semi finals in our county) - I had on shorts and a t-shirt and I FROZE! It had rained a bit earlier, and it felt more like I should be watching a mid-season football game in October! This morning, I expected all to be back to normal - and I was outside cutting the grass... and well, I even got a bit chilly doing that! Again, shorts and a t-shirt! It truly feels like fall here in southern VA right now?! What is going on? I know I am further north than I am used to being, but seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all that to say - as I was cutting the grass, the smell of the fresh cut grass, the cool breeze, the strawberry koolaid I was drinking to keep myself hydrated... I felt for a moment that I was living on  8th St. S.W. Decatur, AL. Back when summer was as it should be. So, I thought I would share with you a few memories of summer in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived at this address for almost 7 years. We moved when I was three years old and my first real memory I believe happened in the driveway of this house. (I have some vague memories of things prior to this, but I think they are just combinations of pictures and stories). However, a little girl down the street "K" came running to my driveway where I was playing and brought me a sucker - one of those round ones with a hole in the middle. It was strawberry flavored. That was the beginning of 7 summers of fun. K had three sisters, I have a brother and a sister, and there was another little boy that lived in the house between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knucklehead47.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt;, Jen and I had a trampoline, swing set, and tree house- the boy in the middle house had a slip n slide - and K and her sisters had a 4-ft swimming pool. We all spent many summer days, from daylight till dark running from house to house (or riding bikes, scooters, and skates from house to house) playing all day long! What wonderful days those were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also the days mom would wake us up and say these famous words "If we all work hard to clean for ONE HOUR, then we can all go swimming!" Mr. H and Mrs. S had a swimming pool not far from our house. A HUGE swimming pool (at least for a kid it was big) and we would swim all day long. Jen was able to swim underwater by the time she was 2 if that tells ya anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other factor involved was the "spend-the-night" times that &lt;a href="http://www.justjessie.typepad.com/"&gt;Jessie&lt;/a&gt; and I would have. We played in the sprinkler in front of her parents house for HOURS on end! We would explore the basement, play games, and be more creative than I have been since then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonderful memories lie in those dog days of summer for me and my childhood. I only hope that I can provide similar memories for my kids.... one day... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What summer memories do you hold on to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6640398084088533120?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6640398084088533120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6640398084088533120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6640398084088533120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6640398084088533120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-days.html' title='Summer days'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-1136969261961502416</id><published>2008-06-27T17:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:23:12.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holding On'/><title type='text'>Holding On</title><content type='html'>Hey - I am not here (am actually at the beach) however, you can also find me on "&lt;a href="http://holdingontothetruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-27-2008.html"&gt;Holding On&lt;/a&gt;." Discussing "online interaction vs live connection."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-1136969261961502416?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/1136969261961502416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=1136969261961502416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1136969261961502416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/1136969261961502416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/06/holding-on.html' title='Holding On'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4222081141344783715</id><published>2008-06-25T07:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:14:04.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I am gonna be better - I promise</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am going to try to be better at writing. So sorry for the lack of info on the excitement that makes up my life. Here is my list - the best way I can see to catch you up on the things that have happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You know this - but my bro came home from Iraq, leaving me with a couple of trips to bama to see him&lt;br /&gt;2. My niece turned 2!! she is adorable!&lt;br /&gt;3. Ronnie and I celebrated 1 year anniversary! WHOA we made it further than some people thought we would given the short-ness of our courtship&lt;br /&gt;4. Ronnie is loving the new job, but the traveling is wearing on him&lt;br /&gt;5. We are still looking to move - to aleviate some of the traveling... but finding time to find a new house in the midst of his traveling for work, and my trips to Bama has been tough - its a process&lt;br /&gt;6. We celebrated our anniversary with a cruise - the "nothingness" was much needed... i wish I were still on the boat!&lt;br /&gt;7. There will be pics posted soon&lt;br /&gt;8. I have finished teaching my first TWO college courses... whoa! I just started number 3!&lt;br /&gt;9. I am no longer working at the church - getting ready to move just required that I go ahead and stop that part time job, I didn't feel I could give it the time it needed.&lt;br /&gt;10. The story for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - you know there has to be a story for the day - because for some reason my life seems to be more and more interesting daily... This morning, Ronnie had court like 2 hours away from where we live, so he was up at 5:00 to get ready. I was kinda excited because that meant I was going to get to sleep late and not have to get up running and all that jazz (I am not a perfect wife, but I do think its important for us to eat breakfast together when possible, so I usually get up with him and make breakfast for the two of us.... although usually that is just cereal) but on EXTREMELY early days, I forego breakfast... I am just sweet like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he got up, I heard him go into the bathroom, and then, like 2 minutes later, the bathroon door opened in a hurry - I knew something was wrong... I rolled over - still mostly asleep and he let me know of the tragedy - "We have no water"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this didn't really make any sense to me honestly. How do you run out of water? I am a city girl - you can't run out of water! He opened the door to go to the front of the house and we heard this LOUD racket that we had not been able to hear before because we have a window unit AC in our bedroom that runs all night as well as a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pump is in the cellar. I don't even like to aknowledge that we have a cellar. It isn't a basement - its a scary room that i keep blocked up with boxes and suitcases so noone - nothing - can come in through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to the kitchen Ronnie was moving boxes and suitcases so he could go to the cellar to find out what the noise was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out - the pump is jacked up - or at least its really loud.... we called the landlord, woke up his wife... called ronnie's parents.... remember he still has court 2 hours away from here! he needed a shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to ronnie's parents house for him to get ready, and I am currently awaiting a phone call from the land lord to let me know what time a "fix it" man will be here... Lord help us all if we can't get water for a week or something... I WANT TO BE BACK ON THE CRUISE!!! - At least I did get most of the laundry done yesterday so we have some clothes to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - that's the story for today - and its only 7:30am as I write this. If the story gets more exciting I will let you know.... who knew? Well water can run out??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***Update*** The well pump fix-it man came by (completely unannounced with no phone calls to prepare me or anything.... so he saw me in my glasses, old gray t-shirt and alabama shorts that i have had for like 10 years... oh well) and within about 30 minutes he had my water working again. We had already turned the hot water heater off though, so now I have to go down into the scary cellar and figure out how to turn it back on... I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.... oooohhh.. I HATE this cellar! The good thing is that we have WATER again! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is good for a lot of reasons... showers, brushing teeth, flushing toilets - - but honestly, my biggest concern for the day was  "How am I going to fix my coffee???" whew... thank goodness for the "well-pump-fix-it-man!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4222081141344783715?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4222081141344783715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4222081141344783715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4222081141344783715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4222081141344783715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-gonna-be-better-i-promise.html' title='I am gonna be better - I promise'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-6327442564074593163</id><published>2008-06-09T13:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:15:15.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>I am not good at writing these days. Life has kinda exploded on me.... However, I do want to mark one day... today - Ronnie and I have been married a YEAR! What a year it has been. In some ways, it has flown, and in others it has poked right along.... It has been a year of learning - (like how to live with a BOY in the house... sharing my stuff... etc. etc. ) a year of growing - (like growing up and being adults and all that boring stuff) a year of excitement (new job for him... multiple random jobs for me... politics, college professor, church musician, etc. etc.) a year of families... (from my brother and his year in Iraq, to his great grandmother who passed away back around Christmas)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though, after the first year is past tense - God out did Himself in picking a man for me... that fits me better than I ever expected... that is more attractive than I ever could have desired... that takes better care of me than I ever knew was possible... that is more wonderful than I ever dreamed... no - life ain't perfect - it never is - but life is better with Ronnie than it ever was before - and the tough times are still tough, the sad times are still sad... but for this last year I have learned to lean on God more, by watching Ronnie lean on God more - and we have learned to trust - together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that when we laugh, we laugh LOUD - we laugh LOTS - and we laugh often... its much more fun to laugh together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary to my best friend... my love.... my husband. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-6327442564074593163?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/6327442564074593163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=6327442564074593163' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6327442564074593163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/6327442564074593163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/06/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-635492173117643001</id><published>2008-05-17T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:49:51.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Excitement that few can understand!</title><content type='html'>My little brother - the one I have posted about for a year now... the one that I have so many fun memories with... the one that has been valiantly fighting for our country - is on the way HOME! I won't see him for at least a week... I am jealous of my parents and my bro's fiancee who get to see him tmo.... but the point is that my little brother is on his way HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God - thank you so much for protecting him... and Internet, and friends - thank YOU for praying for him during these months!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly WAIT to get my "Jonathan" hug....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-635492173117643001?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/635492173117643001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=635492173117643001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/635492173117643001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/635492173117643001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/05/excitement-that-few-can-understand.html' title='Excitement that few can understand!'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4541537192546153023</id><published>2008-05-16T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:05:47.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tupperware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So much to say, such a lack of motivation</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why it is that I have not had any desire to write lately, but its just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I just started packing up part of the extra bedroom - no we don't have a new house yet. But for now, his office will be in our house, in the extra bedroom. So, since he needs space, and eventually all that stuff needed to go back into the boxes anyway - I just decided to skip the "rearranging" and just box as much as I can for now. SO, back in the boxes go the books, decorations, etc. etc. - I am not very good at labeling my boxes though, so it will be kinda like Christmas when I open all the boxes in the new house... whenever that is. Just a surprise in every box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot keep plants alive. It is something I learned years ago when I lived in Germany! Those Germans loved to give me plants, and then laugh when I killed them... Every.Single.Time. So, as a new wife, I thought maybe my luck had changed. I have even focused on finding plants that people say are hard to kill... but still look nice. So far I have killed a rose bush, tulips, and 2 trailing petunias, as well as some Chocolate Mint herb stuff a friend gave me. Dead - I have some great pots of dirt though if anyone needs it. Only one plant has lasted long enough for me to brag about. I got it in January - its a house plant - has big leaves and doesn't seem to panic if i water it too much or not enough. I think watering for me is the problem, either I drown them, or they have no water for days.... I can't find the medium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have finished my first round of finals for the college courses I am teaching... everyone passed. I have also started round 2.... a larger class - this is gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Changing insurance is a pain in the tail... enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tupperware is still for sale at my house - contact me if you need something! Or go to &lt;a href="http://www.my.tupperware.com/juliamayhew"&gt;www.my.tupperware.com/juliamayhew&lt;/a&gt; and order something online - you can see the catalog from there! If you are interested in SELLING TW - let me know too... its easy! I have made money already only doing it for like 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4541537192546153023?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4541537192546153023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4541537192546153023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4541537192546153023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4541537192546153023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-to-say-such-lack-of-motivation.html' title='So much to say, such a lack of motivation'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7355473205286505315</id><published>2008-05-15T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:04:54.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>10 days</title><content type='html'>Well, I havent been around in a few days... 10 to be exact. While this 10 day span included a trip to Alabama to teach a youth conference with Wings - and this 10 day time period has included some MAJOR changes in life.. the bottom line is that although there is much to say, I just am not yet sure how to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is changing in southern VA - My man is changing jobs - we will be moving soon - thats enough info for the internet! but you can imagine the activity around the house these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished teaching my first set of college courses this week - and start another set tonight. WOOHOO!!!! I did enjoy the teaching more than I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother will be home this weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well - gotta go grade some final exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7355473205286505315?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7355473205286505315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7355473205286505315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7355473205286505315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7355473205286505315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-days.html' title='10 days'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-7160543824249038850</id><published>2008-05-05T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:36:15.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Suggestion</title><content type='html'>hey - My mom put together a great blog on &lt;a href="http://deedee-warren.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgiveness.html"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/a&gt;... go read it - I will write more after I do my homework preparing for my class tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-7160543824249038850?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/7160543824249038850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=7160543824249038850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7160543824249038850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/7160543824249038850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/05/suggestion.html' title='Suggestion'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-4173382597791737209</id><published>2008-05-02T17:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:52:47.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Handouts</title><content type='html'>Short question - - why are some people always looking for handouts?? Just got an email from someone taking a course that I teach asking why the requirements are so much... What in the world? Their college degree is going to carry a lot of weight! Why don't they want to work for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! I plan to:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-4173382597791737209?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/4173382597791737209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=4173382597791737209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4173382597791737209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/4173382597791737209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/05/handouts.html' title='Handouts'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3944897409262009941.post-9058643645427106633</id><published>2008-04-29T08:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:25:29.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in Bama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My brother'/><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Here I am, back in VA. What? You didn't even know I was gone? Well, that's because I am a tricky little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be short - last week Ronnie was gone for a while to a training thing in SC. Yep, I stayed home all by myself, which is quite an accomplishment for this little city girl... to be home alone for like 4 nights IN THE COUNTRY! Then, Thursday morning, I flew my little self to Alabama for a few days with the fam. I got to go out to eat with all my grandparents Thursday for lunch - there is nothing in the WORLD like Cracker Barrel when ya haven't had it for a while. Ronnie got down there on Friday evening and we got to have my bday dinner with my family. SO MUCH FUN to be with mom dad, jen, aubrey, andy and brantley having my bday dinner. It would have only been better had Jon been able to be home. BUT, we did find out, that as long as nothing changes (it IS the Army ya know) - he has done his last mission and should be home no later than Memorial Day. WOW! I am so excited. I also got to talk to him on webcam for the first time since like October Saturday evening - it was wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we went to church, and then made the trek back to VA. So here, I am - home again. Ronnie was sickly yesterday so we spent a majority of the afternoon in the doc office - but the meds worked fast and he is headed to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to try my new exercise (getting in shape for the cruise ya know) - roller blading! I haven't really done this since middle school, so it could be interesting - but I have all protective pads and stuff. I am going to the park down town, so maybe not many people will be able to see me make a fool of myself! (its kinda hidden in the trees and by the river and stuff). Then of course today is church work day and "pretend to know what you're doing as a college prof" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3944897409262009941-9058643645427106633?l=adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/feeds/9058643645427106633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3944897409262009941&amp;postID=9058643645427106633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/9058643645427106633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3944897409262009941/posts/default/9058643645427106633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofjulia.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05106072219567919432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd_VjJq1LZ0/SNgYyOY28dI/AAAAAAAADJ4/I8Uo2sYyYik/S220/IMG_1925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
