tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37179917988747027132024-03-13T05:31:13.686-05:00hold on, love . . .bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.comBlogger680125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-54396501254519082952013-09-14T18:48:00.001-05:002013-10-14T20:59:13.209-05:00life, & a granola (bar) recipe.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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babies are mysterious things. <br />
sometimes i wonder if it's phases that make them so difficult, or if it's based in their personality, or what. especially if they're fed and freshly changed and had a nap recently. (like the one above: s is 6 months old, and he fought that nap like no one's business. cranky babies fighting naptime is <i>not</i> fun. nope. and i'm pretty sure rocking chairs save lives. because babies eventually fall under the spell of spacial disorientation via said rocking chairs. thank God for those things.)<br />
that's one thing i ponder, as i have 2 young nieces and a nephew --the latter of which is 6 months old, and fantastically (and i say that sarcastically) loud sometimes. <br />
why do i think of all this? because i'm married and everyone asks when --whether in their thoughts mostly or not-- we will start to have kiddos. the answer is not yet. i have my fill of babies with my nieces and nephew. they're all cuties.<br />
but, omg...<i>gotta </i>love their phases.<br />
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in other news, i adore the hoodie weather of yesterday and today. (just earlier this week, it was hot and windy. perfect for drying clothes on the line and saving the propane via the dryer.)<br />
we haven't turned on the air conditioning since thursday. ceiling fans to circulate the air has been all that's needed since then. it's amazing.<br />
oh my word.<br />
hoodies and hot coffee and leaves just barely starting to turn.<br />
i mourn the coming of winter after this beautiful, hot summer, and the autumn that is (hopefully) starting to set in. <br />
but goodness, the fall day i feel all around me presently is such a relief.<br />
such a beautiful relief.<br />
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i'm thinking of starting a new blog.<br />
a different, clean, fresh place.<br />
i started a new journal in the middle of a huge school-type notebook that i've been writing in since november 2012.<br />
i got so tired of the plain bulky thing that i lugged everything in my purse.<br />
so i dug around in a storage bin and found a few empty journals that i've either found or been gifted through the past few years.<br />
and what did i do? i started a new, pretty, smaller, spiral bound, hard-back journal.<br />
less space for so many words. less expectation.<br />
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also, i love hanging art.<br />
this print from marisa's etsy is so cute, and i bought it in july 2011 for my house someday.<br />
i'm thinking it'll look even better against pale yellow walls in the kitchen when we (hopefully sometime this year) paint it. :)<br />
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so, i started making no-bake granola bars.<br />
and i can't find the recipe that i first used and adapted and memorized. i swear i pinned it, but it disappeared.<br />
here goes.<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-size: large;">no-bake granola bars</span></span><br />
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put in a medium sized bowl:<br />
4 cups old fashioned oats<br />
2 cups rice crispy cereal<br />
stir to combine well. <br />
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simmer in a small saucepan:<br />
1 cup brown sugar<br />
1 stick of butter<br />
dash of salt<br />
whisk steadily until the brown sugar is dissolved and the mixture has bubbled for a while.<br />
add a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg if you like the idea of some depth of flavor. (we like it a lot.)<br />
take the saucepan off the heat.<br />
drizzle a tsp or two of vanilla in and stir till combined.<br />
pour over dry ingredients immediately and mix till dry ingredients are well coated.<br />
pat firmly into a slightly greased pan, and refrigerate for a couple hours.<br />
cut into bars, and enjoy!!<br />
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p.s. <br />
if you're a blog friend of mine and you have Instagram and we're <i>not</i> friends yet, my username is love_beka_hill. i update that realm way more than facebook or my blog these days. hahah. </div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-37570623957458985152013-08-12T21:38:00.000-05:002013-08-12T21:38:02.720-05:00backsplash inspiration. :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
so, i can make do with the counters. they're in great shape.<br />
but all evening, i have been scrolling through and clicking on and reading great diy projects (from pinterest).<br />
and i'm super inspired to not only run the idea by our landlord so we can pick a few colors and paint sometime soonish before 2014 (because heck yes, he said we could paint!!), but i'm also thinking that along with a nice light color on the kitchen walls (which are paneling and would need oil based primer first), we should put up an easy peasy peel-and-stick backsplash of some sort.<br />
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ya know. to go over this farmhouse red. heheh.<br />
i used to have a real crush on red when i was around 14-18.<br />
i used to especially love the idea of deep red as an accent wall color.<br />
not anymore. over the past few years, my decor brain has observed and learned and developed a different level of taste and style.<br />
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so.<br />
people.<br />
here are a few pictures that i brought together from my instagram posts, just to show ya what the atmosphere is like and what setting i'm working with.<br />
if you've got an idea or inspiration or advice on what color is in your mind to help me pile up a few perspectives (before i go get samples somewhere someday), feel free to comment with your thoughts! :)<br />
my cupboards are painted an off-white cream, so i'm trying to visualize something that would be versatile and simple and clean but complimentary to the cream tone and the wood-look laminate counters. <br />
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let the photo stream begin.<br />
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this photo was taken at about midnight. therefore, no natural light to help, but oh well.<br />
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morning-time light! gotta love it.<br />
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now we <i>really</i> know for sure that the new and simple backsplash <i>must </i>be photogenic--with recipes i'm working on trying out, the backsplash will almost always make it into the picture. lol.<br />
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hmm. what color would look good behind the roses, clean and drying dishes, spice rack, and cream cabinets and trim.....<br />
i'm almost thinking a look with white-background-based, varying pale spring greens type of small-glass tiles.....<br />
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remember: comment with your thoughts! i always love more inspiration. ;)<br />
(but gosh, i love the varying pale green glass tile idea that came to my mind....now to find it on a budget....) </div>
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it's the most interesting feeling, having your own place.<br />
if i must be honest, i love it.<br />
it's fun. the details. the mundane. the every day.<br />
they're <i>our </i>towels.<br />
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it's<i> our </i>kitchen sink.<br />
<i>our </i>laundry to do.<br />
(two loads desperately need to be done right now.)<br />
our coffee maker that brewed fresh, hot, yummy coffee this morning.<br />
our front porch.<br />
(it could use a rocking chair or love seat of some kind...maybe craigslist will let something out of the woodwork again. hah.)<br />
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our couch.<br />
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our entertainment center that we put hard work and concentration and teamwork into, one night from 10:30pm to 2:30am.<br />
our budget to sketch out and write up.<br />
our rent to be paid (and what a great deal do we have!! so blessed.).<br />
our dresser.<br />
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our mirrors and awesome leather chair that i found while rummaging with lady friends back in wisconsin. :)<br />
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our coffee mugs. (great gifts from awesome friends, used all the time, if you would believe that. ;))<br />
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our milk glass bud vase from my grammy who passed on in june 2011.<br />
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our at-home date nights late on sunday nights with a movie and caesar salad kit from wally's.<br />
(p.s. i love you is one of those films that i watch 2 or 3 times a year and it gives me a whole new appreciation for life and loved ones. just because. these humans are so precious to me.)<br />
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friday and saturday night, while justin worked, i had rachel over for one night, and anna for the other night.<br />
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we talked and talked and watched a movie before sleep. the next morning, i made them coffee in my kitchen. poured them coffee into my collected (or gift-given) mugs. <br />
it's pretty fantastic to be able to have sisters over for a night of quality time and coffee in the morning.<br />
i like it a lot. ;)<br />
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after-dinner walks out here in southern illinois are amazing.<br />
no doubt about it.<br />
i used to live in a small town, about 10k. i could see sunsets, but not like this. <br />
friday night i think it was, justin and i took a walk alone on the country road. all the way up to the stop sign like we always did over the past almost-2-years. we stopped and stared at the sunset. hugged and talked about how we couldn't remember the last time we'd done this together. the past how many months were too busy to randomly take a walk.<br />
i believe after-dinner walks are some of the best things to have in your life. it's pondering time, whether you have good, lovely things to think and talk about, or hard, frustrating things. <br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: small;">and i can't believe, that I'm your man,<br />
and i get to kiss you baby just because i can.<br />
whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through...</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: small;">[michael buble] </span></span><br />
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all in all, we're loving the challenge and joy that is marriage.<br />
i'm just so glad we're in this crazy life journey together.<br />
♥ </div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-44420855569045214472013-06-10T20:33:00.004-05:002013-06-10T20:33:40.668-05:00oh, hey. i'm married now and blogging for the first time in forever... :D<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i'm married now.<br />
i quite enjoy being married.<br />
to my best friend, nonetheless.<br />
he's pretty wonderful.<br />
it's fun and interesting learning to live with a husband. <br />
oh yeah, and now i'm living in the country. <span style="color: #666666;">(i lived in a small, awesome town of about 8k all my life.)</span><br />
and it's beautiful.<br />
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i've been instagramming it up because of my new phone.<br />
my username is: love_beka_hill.<br />
you're welcome to follow me. :)<br />
arranging house is pretty fun. i haven't made many amazing meals yet though.<span style="color: #666666;"> (two people don't eat that much. who knew?! hey. i came from a family of 8. lol.) </span><br />
trying to get the kitchen all organized and the bedroom, too.<br />
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the dining room and living room need to be tackled, that's what i know for sure.<br />
how about some fun stuff now?<br />
pictures from the wedding? how about a few. ;) <br />
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here's a few picture from the wedding --we did a first look and got all the photography done beforehand by a friend, <a href="http://www.daisybellephotography.com/2013/06/justin-and-beka.html" target="_blank"><i>samantha</i></a>, and my now-sister-in-law, jen. it was awesome and so relaxing.<br />
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me, my older sister anna, and two of our besties -- coincidentally, now my sisters in law. ;) love!!</div>
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me and the siblings. :D <br />
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more besties. :)<br />
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i'm off to watch some Lie To Me on netflix and wait for the husband to come home from second shift. can't wait to see his face.<br />
maybe some wedding thank you's should be written too. hmmm.<br />
see you around, cyberspace (and real life) friends!!<br />♥<br />
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bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-54042240502082541122013-04-21T21:29:00.003-05:002013-04-21T21:29:55.208-05:00cilantro lime rice with pork chops & salad.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
one day, i was craving chipotle's cilantro lime rice.<br />
so what did i do, since after all....i live an hour away from <i>any</i> chipotle?<br />
i looked up a recipe for it online. a gazillion links came up.<br />
i skimmed one, made it to a T with all the details right, and since then, i just play it by memory.<br />
this is awesome stuff, and it contains butter.<br />
so it's all good going from memory, if you know what i mean. ;)<br />
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i melt a few tablespoons of butter in the pot i want to cook my rice in, and get it sizzling.<br />
i love sizzling butter.<br />
then i add the rice --for my family eating tonight, i made a too-huge batch of 6 cups rice, 12 cups water..... :P but at least i now have stuff to put in burritos whenever we're short on ideas for lunch for the next few days! hah.<br />
so you add the rice. stir it around on medium-high heat, and smell its yumminess.<br />
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then, i squeeze 2-5 limes. depending on how limey you want your rice. ;)<br />
dump the juice in the rice-butter mixture. or squeeze it right in.<br />
now <i>really</i> inhale that smell. ohmygosh.<br />
after a few moments of letting that sit on the heat --stir it a little, haha-- pour in the amount of water you need for the proper ratio of rice to water that you need.<br />
put a cover on it, and let it cook according to the directions for the type of rice you're using.<br />
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mince a decent sized bunch of cilantro, and after the rice is done cooking, stir it in.<br />
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now eat up! :D<br />
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...tonight i made it as a side to some pork-barbecue-spice rubbed pork chops that i grilled on the good old weber.<br />
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i do enjoy grilling. i get to try my skills out a few times every summer, with dad's advice either on the phone if he's at work, or helping prepare dinner. :)<br />
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gorgeous evening.<br />
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proof of spring coming to stay....soon! ;)</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-70032039743819231152013-03-24T17:48:00.000-05:002013-03-24T17:50:02.936-05:00snow? dang you, snow. DANG YOU.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
this was me, yesterday, happy and thinking i'd be in southern illinois right about now on sunday afternoon, on my merry way to see my new little "nephew". <br />
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winter weather is stupid.<br />
and my best friend and her husband welcomed their first baby --a sweet and small and very cute boy!-- to their family this morning at 6:40am in southern illinois, and i haven't gotten to roadtrip down there with anyone yet, so everyone is at the hospital seeing this cute guy:<br />
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and i'm having myself a little moment crying and frustrated and bummed out and angry, because suddenly he's in pictures on facebook with the rest of his sweet family and friends, and i could --was going to!-- be there in just a few hours if plans had persevered, if the snow storm hadn't hit illinois today.<br />
it's the fact that i <i>could've </i>and<i> should've</i> been there right now. i don't even care about the fact that technically it's the weather's fault and weather is weather and it is what it is. i don't care about that fact. <br />
but yeah. it's great, because we have a gloomy day on our hands, and there's nothing planned for the rest of today, and i'm stuck indoors...two of my sisters are under the weather and napping, so no fun is going on there....and the party and lunch we had after church is over, though that was a lot of fun while it lasted.<br />
no now there's not really any consolation except for the fact that i might get to visit there next week, but right now i just want to hole up in my room and watch some Bones and forget about failed plans due to weather and something as epic as a firstborn happening and me not being able to witness it as i'd promised to come and help. i so wanted to be there. to see my friend labor and bring a beautiful new soul into this world. i so wanted to be there and see the joy and be able to celebrate and be there for it all.<br />
i so wanted to be there.<br />
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sigh.<br />
Bones isn't a consolation. it's distraction and stuff to keep my mind busy. <br />
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hope you enjoy your day, everyone. <br />
i know there are worse things to happen to a person's day, but babies being born is a big deal in my world, and an epic thing to miss. <br />
i'm past trying to think of things to make this day better. :\<br />
i just want to forget about these long-grown hopes fallen through...maybe tomorrow i'll be cheery, and able to just look forward to the trip i'll actually end up making down there after Easter. sigh.<br />
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oh. well.<br />
the sister, rach, just suggested a walk outside with her.....wearing specifically very large hoodies so we look hipster, she says?<br />
i guess it's worth a try.<br />
talk about a cool distraction. funny/cool sister. chilly weather out here in southeastern wisconsin. no snow. just.....gloom.<br />
bye.</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-53859017347252115352013-03-22T19:36:00.002-05:002013-03-22T19:53:50.406-05:00life? that's happening, isn't it?...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
hey hey hey!<br />
so, according to calendars it should be spring, but we've still got stupid cold freezing weather around.<br />
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also, today i finished the last of the last of the last of the wedding invite stuff!<br />
i have been taking pictures all along so peeps (and future friends/family) and see a post to come about how fun it was to put it all together. :)<br />
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gosh, it's been forever since i've even read a blog<br />
besides young house love, i mean.<br />
hello....we're renting a little house down the country road from his family. :) and it needs a bit of sprucing up, even though the landlord has neatened it up and updated a few things about it, cosmetically.<br />
i can't wait to step inside it myself and hopefully get to paint the kitchen with a color. :)<br />
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i made onion soup with my youngest sister, lyd, earlier. our other two sisters (anna and rach) are under the weather a bit.<br />
they are now watching the best version of emma on the awesome new couch,
in the newly-painted-because-it-was-so-needing-it living room. <br />
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this photo is just more proof of the awesomeness that different shade and styles of a similar color will be pretty cool in my wedding......67 more days. wowza. (more sweet ideas found at <a href="http://pinterest.com/lovebekamarie/ideas/" target="_blank"><i>my pinterest board</i></a>. yes, yes.)<br />
i can't wait; it's going to be warm out by then!!!!!<br />
yes. spring, and getting married. how much better will the end of the month of may be. :) ;)<br />
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women: my sister lyddie, me, my sister anna, beth, martha, </div>
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(little girl: alice) my sister rach, ?? nancy, anna a.</div>
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men: my justin, my brother caleb, justin r. and zechariah, </div>
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also: in other news, my brother got married to a friend of mine --martha-- sunday!!<br />
yes, yes. the pictures are quite handsome (thanks to her friend from ireland, louise the talented and awesome.)<br />
and yes, we know we're good looking.<br />
hahaha.<br />
pretty fantastic, no? and it was freezing as heck outside! <br />
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hope you all have a dandy last week and a half of march.<br />
maybe i'll blog again before i get married. maybe. lol. <br />
♥</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-35964412584368593162013-02-16T23:50:00.001-06:002013-02-16T23:54:01.718-06:00when i get inspiration for writing posts like this, i'm tempted to put my blog as private.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
but then what kind of courage and honesty and guts would i have?!<br />
none. that's what.<br />
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(i therefore make no apology for the honesty and guts and courage i have to post this, and stride forward to ignore thoughts of what everyone might think when i post the link on facebook. these are <i>my</i> thoughts, presently, and i'm allowed to give my thoughts for accepting, wonderful, humor-seeking friends to enjoy also. lol.)<br />
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it's 11:39pm, and this post by michmash inspired me. <br />
<a href="http://michellesncheese.blogspot.com/2013/02/i-am-no-longer-immune.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>i am no longer immune.</i></span></a><br />
you kind of might want to read the post, just to get context for what i'm about to write. don't read the comments of that post yet, though. lol.<br />
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hmmm....i'm not a mom, but i'll tell you my secrets to keeping the mental birth control cap on the hallelujah-chorus-singing-ovaries . . .<br />
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i read <a href="http://www.scarymommy.com/dead-vagina-walking/" target="_blank"><i>horror stories</i></a> of moms who go into their 6 week post-birth appointment. their dramatic personal experiences keeps the "oh i sooo want a baby!!" hormones calm. i love babies. but it freaks me out thinking a baby is going to plow through the lady parts. yeah. i've seen two births over the last 6 months, as a birth photographer who sometimes works by the side of my awesome <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doula" target="_blank"><i>doula</i></a> sister, anna. for only a week ---only a week!!!-- i am cured into thinking and believing that i'll want to wait 5 years even after we get married. <br />
unfortunately, that mindset doesn't last, and i'm<i> </i>wandering around on the internet looking at cute maternity and packs of adorable onesies a few days after the week anniversary of the trauma. <br />
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so.<br />
i nanny this <i>freaking adorable</i> little boy.<br />
he's 4 months old.<br />
he wakes up every 2 hours (i hear he used to wake up every hour in his first 3 months). to feed. and to get changed. because he pees a lot. because he's well hydrated.<br />
and the parents <span style="color: #999999;">(wonderful, wonderful people who have a great sense of humor and i love them and their cute little family so much already)</span> don't get <i>that </i>much sleep!<br />
just think how much you like sleep.<br />
yeah.<br />
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also, the first things to spring to my mouth <span style="color: #cccccc;">(when a sibling teases about the high chances of fertility between justin and i and if we have an oopsies 6 months or less into marriage)</span> are: i don't want nausea and exhaustion that soon. or to have to start researching and saving for a midwife/doctor, saving for diapers, all the changes before we've gotten to settle in and live life together for a while, figure things out, etc etc etc etc.....yeah.<br />
and did i mention the lady parts being forever changed? i know that recovery is sooo possible and there IS an amnesia that comes about after a time, or else people wouldn't have more than one single freaking kid all the time!<br />
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that's my story of encouragement. haha. hahahah.<br />
but i have to say...and this is speaking as a part-time nanny....just as you're getting tired at the thought of the lil kiddo waking up in 1/2 hour for his almost-due feeding and you're still finishing up laundry after you got a bite to eat for lunch....he wakes up and smiles the sweetest smile at you. and you know that this is why the world goes on. and that there IS, after all, a gorgeous, challenging circle of Life going on. and it all grows us up, makes us better and worse in all sorts of different ways.<br />
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<span style="color: #999999;">sheesh. why don't i freaking blog this?! i need a blog post. maybe. but am i used to being this blunt and honest on my OWN blog? i mean, heck, obviously your blog is so dang inspiring, it's drawing words out of me. sentences and paragraphs. holy crap.</span><br />
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i'll leave you alone to decide your fate. well, kind of. heh.<br />
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p.s.<br />
as a note of btw, things that have been happening lately: <br />
invites and programs getting figured out; food person/chef nailed down for the dinner reception; ideas for flowers being tossed around; my first (of two, in all) bridal shower today!! it was a double bridal shower for the extended family ladies to celebrate martha (getting married to ben in march) and i (getting married in may!)<br />
it was so much fun. anna coordinated it, and was super super awesome at it.<br />
opening up homey stuff and kitchen things was so exciting....i feel so blessed. :) <br />
now for sleep. how am i ever going to get rid of this nose/throat yuckiness if i don't get decent sleep? sheesh. for pete's sake. :P</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-41482416628936779892013-01-19T23:36:00.002-06:002013-01-19T23:36:16.955-06:00there is joy at the end.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
oh, hi.<br />
i didn't plan on coming around here to type anything anytime soon.<br />
but here i am. <br />
a few hours ago, the thought of blogging was <i>completely</i>...resistible.<br />
i don't want to blog.<br />
i don't want to blog because whitney would comment on the link i'd post in my facebook, and she'd say "can't wait to see your face again! you should visit!" and other stuff like that.<br />
i don't want to blog because the thought of everyone knowing what my christmas and new years was like does not sound good to me.<br />
i want to keep it to myself, and those who lived it with me.<br />
those i lived it with.<br />
i don't want to blog because eventually i'll have to write things like "____" and then it'll be published on my blog, and then those words will die away, and they'll be written and stamped on the internet, on my blog, they'll be reread and remembered, as if reality wasn't good enough to remember and do that.<br />
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nonna. whitney. also known as justin's mom. (holding her first grandbaby girl in august when i visited.)<br />
she died in the wee hours of december 26, 2012. short notice, health decline from a virus to something more odd and extreme within a few days.<br />
her life was entwined in so many people's lives with so much love --for Jesus and for people, no matter what-- and therefore, so many were touched by the joy of who she was, and all those people now feel that certain element of emptiness. <br />
i don't think there's been a week<span style="color: #999999;"> <span style="color: black;">in</span> my life</span> yet that hasn't held a day where i haven't questioned God <i>why</i>?<br />
but He's giving me peace. slowly. i'll see her again. and she's watching us from up there with Him. i like thinking that. sometimes it helps a lot.<br />
but because it's only been (nearly) a month, when this song featured below comes on
--because i just searched it; i love the words-- my throat squeezes up
uncontrollably and i can't breathe; i feel the emotions and helplessness
and pain of that early december 26th morning around 3am creep over my
entire body, when anna pushed play on the song after justin got the call
from his brother and sister about the news. <br />
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and even though He's giving me peace slowly, my heart still hurts and i miss her... because over the past year, her and i grew closer and closer, and she was such an encouragement to me. <br />
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<i>I've been waiting for the day when at last I get to say: </i></div>
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<i>Shout, O child of mine </i></div>
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<i>Rejoice with all your heart and soul and mind </i></div>
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<i>For you are finally home<br />I've been waiting to watch you realize </i></div>
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<i>What all your longing was for </i></div>
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<i>And I've been waiting to show you the thread of grace </i></div>
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<i>That ran through all your pain<br />And I've been waiting to let you drink the water of which </i></div>
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<i>Your greatest joy on earth was just a taste </i></div>
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<i>I've been waiting for the day when at last I get to say </i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">My child you are finally home.</span></i></div>
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me and whitney, august 2012. <br />
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pictures from visits down with them in the summer of 2012. ♥<br />
her tortillas are amazing.<br />
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i'm marrying her son.<br />
(sarah helped us do a photoshoot for our parents christmas present....on. christmas. day.<br />
he spent christmas eve and christmas day up here in wisconsin with us.)<br />
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i'm best friends with her daughter. have been for almost 12 years, i believe. pj is due in march with her first, and i'm going to be at the birth. i can't wait to see the little guy. nonna whitney was predicting it to be a boy...<br />
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her husband, brad, is going to be the officiator on our wedding day.<br />
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brad and their second grandbaby girl... :)<br />
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me and grandma eva, whitney's mom. i love her. :) i stayed with them for two weeks after justin and i made the roadtrip down there in the early afternoon of december 26. grandma eva told me "good morning, sunshine!" every morning. she's a doll.<br />
it's beautiful how God made it so that we all can see glimpses of whitney in each other. because she <i>gave </i>us all a part of herself. <br />
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even though things in life can be completely out of the realm of understanding for our hearts and minds, life here in this world is going to be flawed and full of pain and bitter-sweetness as times. seasons are going to suck. but there is going to be <i>complete joy </i>at the end. here, at the end of all things. we have hope. if nothing else, we know we have hope in the end. i hope in my God. <br />
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these are the pictures taken on the roadtrip back up to wisconsin, with jacklyn and josh along for the fun-ness.<br />
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...journal. cozy socks. comfy skinny jeans.<br />
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my love right next to me. ♥<br />
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♥bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-85478928479443503292012-12-18T23:32:00.001-06:002012-12-18T23:32:21.651-06:00so today [er, yesterday] i was at a birth...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
monday, december 17 2012<br />
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my sister's a doula, and i sometimes get picked for birth photography by lucky people who want such a wonderful thing at their blessed event of a new bebe.<br />
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see? sweet bebe. :) <br />
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and bebe feet. :)<br />
that's all you get because i can't give you any more for public viewing. <br />
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and i had two full cups of douwe egberts coffee at the hospital with cream and sugar to get through it. also...maybe 2 chocolate puddings in the fridge there. ahem. sustenance was needed! ;)<br />
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...our before and after faces. lol. at 8:30ish with caramel and butterscotch americanos in hand, and afterwards with memories and hours under our belt.<br />
we were at the hospital from 8:30am-4pm.<br />
then, on the way home, we found the greatest coffee shop ever....and it's only been open since june.....and i didn't take my camera out of the car and into this place with me because i had no idea what awaited us besides much-needed coffee and carbs.......and it's in a town 20 minutes from us that we hardly ever get over to, unless its little theater has a movie we want to see -- then we go there, because it's only $6 freaking dollars a ticket.<br />
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anyways.<br />
it's 11:23pm right now, and i'm crashing, and i knew i shouldn't have put that teabag named "sleepytime" in my cup if i wanted to stay up easily till justin gets home from work so we can skype a little bit. hopefully.<br />
skype is great. especially when you miss seeing the favoritest faces in the world.<br />
mhmmm...<br />
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so around 1:30pm, our lady in labor at the hospital got an epidural...and anna and i went out in the hall to wait for the sterile procedure to be done. tubes stuck into spines isn't exactly what i wanted to see anyways.<br />
so anna texted.<br />
and i did lunges in my yoga pants and cozy flat winter boots [they look russian and they're black; they're not uggs, just an fyi to certain people, lol!] and stretches and pushups with a twist against the hand rails in the labor & delivery room hallway. haha.<br />
it was grand. and those lunges? gosh they feel good. just don't let your knee go over your toe. you know what they say about that....lol.<br />
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tuesday, december 18<br />
today's snow. can you see it?<br />
oh yeah. that's the lightbulbs. sorry. lol.<br />
it flurried....then kinda went away. :P i hope it's a white christmas. :)<br />
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this was the sunset today, the end of my 10-5 day at my favorite rustic furniture shop... ;)<br />
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this was one of mom's inspirational finds at b&n the other night.<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">[engagement pictures that my awesome sister, rach, took of us 11/24 on the most freezing day ever, after thanksgiving was warm and in the mid-50's...we took pictures on a day that ended up being around 30.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">and add windchill. and some pictures taken at sunset by a lake. hah!! torture. lol.]</span></div>
lately i've been figuring out venue choices and pros and cons with mum and a couple other valuable perspectives who are of great help. :)<br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>almost time to unveil a date. almost. </i>;)</span></span></span></h3>
suspense is awesome, right?<br />
it's grand tension.<br />
a very grand sort indeed....<br />
after i worked 10-5 at the store, i closed up and went straight to babysitting a sweet little one, K, and her two older siblings...5:30-9.<br />
i got home at 9:30 and it's the strangest thing to look at the clock and see "10:35pm"...<br />
when i normally get home around 5:30.<br />
oddest feeling ever.<br />
but gotta love having work.<br />
and saving money.<br />
and buying christmas gifts.<br />
and splurging on oneself.<br />
heh. :)</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-2395228783142888432012-12-02T22:57:00.002-06:002012-12-02T22:57:42.439-06:00checking in. :P<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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this is me during a spare moment or two at work. [i've been working a lot lately. though no wifi. or i <i>might,</i> by chance, post some rambles. oh well.]<br />
me and my webcam.<br />
i have to admit, we had fun.<br />
a little bit each day. lol. <br />
a lot on my mind today.<br />
that's when i get a cup of water and sit down to pin things only relevant to tmi for future stuff.<br />
helps take the brain off things.<br />
that's why all the house and birth pins. apologies. i find that stuff interesting. i knew i was weird before; you don't have to tell me through your computer screen. i heard you. ;) <br />
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anyways. just wanted to say hi. :)<br />
and....i want to try all of the pioneer woman's recipes and not get fat at all from the experience. lol.</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-79960759473298235152012-11-26T19:17:00.001-06:002012-11-26T19:19:06.153-06:00dreads? ow?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
so....it's 7:12 pm and rachel is dreading my hair.<br />
one dread, she says.<br />
it's okay, you can take it out later, she says.<br />
ohmygosh, it looks so awesome, she says.<br />
i feel it with my fingers. it feels weird. it's sticking out away from my head, peoples.<br />
it feels like it looks weird, i say.<br />
noooooo, it looks pretty good, she says!<br />
take it out right now, i say.<br />
no...you actually have to take it out right before you take a shower because you'll need to rub conditioner in it to get it out, she says.<br />
so i sigh.<br />
it's kind of bringing on a slight headache on the left side of my head where she's working.<br />
she's done a couple dreads on herself; her long hair....<br />
it's fun and interesting doing dreads on someone else, she says.<br />
well, that's nice. :D<br />
ow. <br />
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i like the look of dreads on <i>some </i>people.<br />
i'm eccentric like that.<br />
but on my? with my hair this short, and dreads making it even shorter?<br />
spare me.<br />
sigh again. </div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-80743753349739658462012-11-10T21:36:00.002-06:002012-11-10T21:46:21.292-06:00it's a pie kind of night.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i made apple pie tonight.<br />
it's justin's favorite....and i'm just glad i'm testing out my skills making it, because i've only made it a few times so far in my life......probably once a year, each fall with all the apples we get from one of the local orchards. <br />
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and let me just say.....<br />
it's really one of the best things to ask how the pie is and hear things like<br />
i think there's just enough sugar in it.<br />
i think there's just enough salt in it.<br />
there could be a little more butter in it. [says the person who loves butter a little more than the normal butter-loving people out there. ;) ]<br />
i've developed a solid taste for softer, acoustic-style music, but today it's been three days grace as i peeled apples with caleb....red as i sliced the apples. rise against as i mixed up a lazy crumble topping for the pies instead of rolling out crust. i haven't bridged into underoath yet tonight....just going back in the archives of rise against.....but it may come yet. lol.<br />
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i ran a little over a mile with my awesome, younger siblings, caleb and rach.<br />
ran...then walked a bit....then ran more. i got a side stitch, or else i would've ran the whole time, obviously. :P<br />
i'd have to say my favorite part was the yoga-related stretching before and after the running/walking....<br />
the lightly-chocolate protein shake that caleb made for him, rach and i was not to my liking but i drank it down anyways because they said i'd be more sore if i didn't partake. oy.<br />
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next up in my night: making a minestrone soup for tomorrow lunch so i don't have to do anything but warm it up when we get home from church. :)<br />
and.....clean this kitchen.<br />
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i have a feeling i may be sleeping really good tonight.......<br />
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but first, let's burn the butter that's heating up, waiting for onions and soup fixings <i>first</i>.<br />
this is a great start to the rest of the evening.<br />
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sigh.</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-34574098944652304532012-10-30T17:11:00.002-05:002012-10-30T17:13:24.356-05:00right. yeah. a different path.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i wish i could give everyone a good old random blog post, or something of interest to discuss or give an opinion on like the good old days of blogging regularly....<br />
but i realized i'm still walking a certain path that's leading uphill right now. and has been for quite a few months.<br />
it's a good road, but heck if it isn't showing me things about myself and changing me slowly...<br />
God knows it's time i take time and realize what i'm learning and exactly the ways i still need to grow up and bloom in.<br />
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so....i'm not going to promise any blog posts anytime soon.<br />
because i can't, obviously.<br />
and i don't want to.<br />
all i can muster these days is some pictures and a summarization and a stupid promise, anyways.<br />
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i'm hitting pause here, but still reading blogs and commenting.<br />
i need to make it through this certain path of uphill journey.<br />
growing into myself.<br />
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[btw, i recommend reading this post of honesty and <a href="http://www.kbsquaredblog.com/2012/10/adventure.html" target="_blank"><i>adventure</i></a> by kelsey. it's inspiring to me.] <br />
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<i><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot.</span></span></i><br />
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1. <i>ohmyword! </i>the smell of coffee grounds is absolutely amazing.<br />
tomorrow would be one week since i've brewed it at home.<br />
i fell sick with a funky cold last friday....had a cup at church on sunday; had an americano at caribou coffee after wedding dress shopping monday night; and had a cup of coffee at church again wednesday night.<br />
but there's truly nothing like brewing your own.<br />
my word.<br />
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2. the reese boy. anna usually nannies this boy, but she's gone on a roadtrip to minnesota with two of the other siblings --my favorites: the hilarious ones, caleb and rach, until next wednesday. <br />
this boy is playing with duplos. it's quiet time. he's 3. twenty minutes till he goes home with his daddy. we just got home from a 40 minute outing at the park. fresh air, warmer than our past week has been even though it's windy. [i'm putting up my hopes for an indian summer...]<br />
he has shown me today exactly how hilarious and cute boys can be...you know, instead of just dangerous and quirky as i'd viewed them before. heck, i look forward to maybe having a boy or two.....maybe. especially if they're as cute as my love. ;) the world is so huge and detailed and simple to them all at once. i never knew a balloon could be explained like that before this morning.<br />
...but when it comes to bathroom matters [like this one time today, for instance!], that's where it'll truly get fun. i have a feeling that might be one of my least favorite things about having kids...........<br />
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3. i'm going swing dancing tonight, with ben and martha. [since anna's gone. gone. gone.]<br />
we're gonna have fun without her. she'll be swing dancing at her own friends-of-friends swing dancing hall tonight or tomorrow with a whole new crowd. heh.<br />
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4. <a href="http://miraclesdontbreakthelawsofnature.blogspot.com/2011/07/chicken-curry.html" target="_blank"><i>chicken curry</i></a> for dinner? sounds fantastic. over quick brown rice. mhmmm.<br />
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5. mum and i have been discussing and looking at tutorials for birdcage veils. i like the idea of one based on a headband. not a clip with a flower, or bobby pins...obviously i'm not having an elaborate updo; my hair won't be <i>that </i>long by then. lol. and not too much poufing. and not too much flowery embellishment. heh. i can't wait to make one! it's amazing the cost difference between $100-$200, or diy with things you can get from joann's or michael's for a total of under $30. heck. yeah.<br />
[btw, did i mention that i found a dress monday night? yes. yes. yes. i like it a lot, and am so happy with my choice.] <br />
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p.s. coffee is good. and it's great to be able to taste it again. mmmm. </div>
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<br />
last night i had a weird dream.<br />
part of it, i believe, was inspired by martha's detailed description of her date with ben out at this runway style show thing the other night.<br />
my dream?<br />
it included her picking out some horrendous rusty aubergine and gag-me shade of forest green dresses that cost somewhere between $200-$300 for us bridesmaids to buy and wear at their wedding.<br />
thankfully....it's illogical and weird, considering she's trying her hardest to find a decent-priced, maybe swing-dancy, hopefully blue [maybe not] dress for us all to wear. lol.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">it's fun.</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">weddings are <u>fun</u>.</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">just the teensiest bit of sarcasm in that. everyone who's been in or starred in or done a lot of background stuff in at least 1 or 2 weddings knows what i'm talking about, right? lol...</span><br />
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speaking of which....something exciting is happening tomorrow, and i can't post pictures. :P the ladies in my family, a few friends who are bridesmaids, and a super close family friend who is <i>so</i> adopted in [sarah;]...we are going dress shopping for me. [at david's bridal.]<br />
yes.<br />
dress.<br />
shopping.<br />
......super mucho fun. :)<br />
i know quite a few women who went only with their mom or maybe one friend to dress shop, but with a few of our close friends [jen, heather, pj] it was the bride-friend and 2-7 girlfriends who were going to be in the wedding. all sitting outside of the dressing room....<br />
so with that in mind, it seemed great in the past with those other many-persons-attending experiences......just hoping [last minute] that it'll be fine and cool and wonderful tomorrow night......<br />
all i know is i need a lot of tea and rest today, and bring plenty of lozenges and wear something cute and comfy tomorrow. lol.<br />
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but now, for your amusement and contemplation and thought/input pleasure, here you go...<br />
my status/question: <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">...what r.e.a.l.l.y. matters in the planning of a wedding?</span></span></div>
KB: Being authentic.....<br />
AL: Not to drive yourself crazy with it, because when the day comes, yes it will be great....but all you will really want is to get it done and be a Mrs. It's sounds harsh, and no, I ...See More<br />
ER: Saying how your heart feels thru your vows, and being yourself! After helping plan 2 weddings and working on another one, I've come to realize simplicity is the best. Don't run yourself ragged stressing about details!<br />
SE: you, justin, a preacher, a witness, and a marriage license.<br />
RLG: keeping your priorities straight. it helps if you divide everything into three catergories:<br />
1. bare bones can't live without<br />
2. nice to have but not necessary to life<br />
3. things that'd be nice to have but if you don't they won't be missed<br />
for me, photography is definitely in the bare bones can't live
without category. favors for every table however, are not. it helps a lot with budgeting and saves you so many headaches you
get from dealing with things that don't even matter anyway. i learned so much from planning a wedding the first time that i
swear i'm going to have the simplest wedding ever... but i know it will
be the most important things that me and my fiance will want. and it'll be much more stress free that way. just focus on what's important to you and your man and what really matters. not just that day, but what will you remember 10, 20, 50 years from that day? focus on those things and it'll truly be a celebration with moments that will last you a life time, instead of just an event you've worked on for months and is over in a few hours.<br />
ER: Honestly, think about how many weddings you've been to and remember every single last detail. not very many! Just let it be beautiful and fall together :-) <br />
CM: not flowers, dear. not flowers. they don't last. (but ♥ does!)<br />
SM: what YOU and JUSTIN want and think matters...<br />
SE: we got our marriage license the morning we got married (it's not allowed in illinois but it is in hawaii). we got married on the beach - the location was amazing, but it was where j was stationed. he wore clothes he already had - a white button down with sleeves rolled, and khaki shorts. i wore a little white beach dress that i got for $30 online. his friend is a good photographer so i handed him my camera. that's all we did for our actual wedding. i'd never have it any other way.<br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Me</span>: SE, all i can say is a whole-hearted agreeing "mhmmmmm". :)<br />
PT: What do you think r.e.a.l.l.y matters?<br />
<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Me</span>: to put it vaguely.......i guess you might all heart/see what i think really matters someday. ;)<br />
PT: Once you find THE dress all that other stuff mostly falls in place. It's the years after that you should really be preparing for and not sure you can do that... :-)<br />
JS You two, the people you care about, and whatever you feel makes the day feel special. :)<br />
JS: food and you guys but most of all what you two want for your wedding and not everybody around you :)<br />
GZM: This might sound crazy, but, letting other people have what they want is really one of the best ideas. You get your fiancé, you get the photos in the end, but if your dad loves lemon cake, for example, order the lemon cake as a gift to him, and you'll both have sweet memories; he'll have contributed and will be proud, and truly, it's only one piece of cake. You can order raspberry cheese cake on your honeymoon. Same goes for flowers, colors, dresses, shoes, seating, food, etc. </div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-51093249402710102952012-10-05T15:28:00.000-05:002012-10-05T15:28:18.354-05:00blue. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
so, this one time i bought a button down.<br />
from maurice's.<br />
it felt amazing, was a different style that i normally delve into, and it was in my favorite color.<br />
so of course i bought it. lol. <br />
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after maurice's, i walked to panera and sat down with a chai tea latte and an orange scone. mmmmm. then i drove mum home from our lovely run of errands, and here i am. <br />
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my throat feels funny. i need some tea. and a nap. :P</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-53505046618252457382012-10-01T18:44:00.000-05:002012-10-02T08:37:48.817-05:00some good things.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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this chocolate.<br />
a gift from my love.<br />
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this coffee, freshly brewed just for this moment on this drowsy, quiet, overcast, fall afternoon.<br />
the ring i bought for justin, about to head off to cali for an exchange. different size needed. it's an awesome ring. i can't wait for him to see it someday.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">photographing a birth my sister was the doula at :)</span></div>
my hair is growing out! just a few more months and trims away from an even bob. :) <br />
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i like the idea of this 'do. <br />
the length, the layers, the...haha...the wave.<br />
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letters.<br />
in the special book of borrow-back-and-forth-between-visits to each other. <br />
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random kitchen time and conversations and teasing.<br />
long walks wearing hoodies and holding hands.<br />
talking, talking, more talking and laughing.<br />
on a sidenote: long hugs, too.<br />
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these. cuteness.<br />
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considering how much i like the movie of captain america, one of our boys someday should get this. hahaha.<br />
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hmmm...love the ruffle. yes. yes.<br />
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love the style of this.<br />
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thus ends this post of grand things......isn't this almost like old times blogging? ;)</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-9320981761107656982012-10-01T15:13:00.000-05:002012-10-01T15:13:24.217-05:00holy crap, it's autumn. :P<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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♥<br />
this morning.<br />
i didn't have coffee, but i had him.<br />
he left at a little before 9. here's a paragraph from around 11am.<br />
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<i>out of coffee.<br />soon to be remedied.<br />i need it. bad. this morning needs it. bad.<br />my love left this morning with his little sister jacklyn.<br />without coffee to give even some slight sort of comfort, you can imagine how the morning's been.................</i></div>
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thankfully, within 20 minutes of that, we had coffee back in the house, and it lent a tad bit of sanity and coping to the morning. <br />
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how are all the trees suddenly mostly orange?!<br />
time has... truly.... flown. holy freakin' crap.<br />
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any commentary on this? it's from my brain.:<br />
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<i>struggle and challenge and less-than-ideal times/moments/circumstances </i><br />
<i>are not meant to be [and cannot be] avoided.<br /><br />it's all found in how we handle those times;<br />they are how we have become who we are.</i></div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-4460738736717743072012-09-27T15:58:00.001-05:002012-09-27T15:58:53.341-05:00poblano peppers.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i just tried take a nap; for 40 minutes; unsuccessfully. what with a decently late night last night, and swing dancing tonight along with getting home at nearly 1am . . . i kind of wanted to take part of the luxury.<br />
anyhow. that didn't work.<br />
maybe i got enough sleep last night or something.<br />
and maybe i'm excited; tomorrow, justin's coming up for the weekend. :)<br />
could be both. lol.<br />
today we went to the farmer's market.<br />
i got 5 poblano peppers, 2 eggplants, and two huge bunches of kale all for the grand total of $7. <br />
heck. yeah.<br />
and the lady who sold it all to us told us how she likes to prepare these wonderful, mild-to-medium heat peppers, which in the first place i'd never heard of before. <br />
[i don't remember how much the chunk of gouda was, though....]<br />
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<a href="http://www.acouplecooks.com/2010/09/stuffed-poblano-peppers/" target="_blank"><i>stuffed poblano peppers</i></a>....i'm looking forward to making them.<br />
when i do, shall post a picture and let you all know how it turned out.<br />
i have plans for some yummy soups in this next week. ones i've never made before myself.<br />
i can't wait. it's totally soup weather again. :)<br />
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do you like soup? what's your favorite??</div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-42986504249119556082012-09-21T22:49:00.000-05:002012-09-23T13:45:01.306-05:00a particular process of tiredness for a certain person.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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friday, september 21, 2012</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>the tired phases of beka marie:</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>1. </b></span>someone asks me how i am, and i tell them in weird metaphors.<br />
take, for instance, this texted conversation of mine with justin:<br />
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him: how are you, my love? <br />
me: i....i feel exhaustified. like a jellyfish in a pot of hot water after being a beluga whale swimming around the ocean all day.<br />
weird metaphors are a DEFINITE sign of my tiredness. i'm not quite coherent.<br />
but hey, i didn't have any typos. i'm not quite that tired yet i guess. :P<br />
...ahem...this is what you get to look forward to living with. lol. <br />
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<span style="color: #999999;">his reply was sweet, nonetheless. undeniably so. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999;">undeservedly so. ♥</span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>2.</b></span> laziness.<br />
then i gather my energies from stray corners of my mind [yes, it is square...er, something like that. of course.] <br />
and something amazing happens.<br />
:)<br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>3.</b></span> frustration. edging towards choice words. <br />
i was boxing <a href="https://www.etsy.com/transaction/95149998" target="_blank"><i>this</i></a> <strike>bugger</strike> lovely canvas up, and because it's been a while since i've sold a larger canvas like this, i had forgotten exactly how easily frustrating it can be to make a custom box for it.<br />
because there are no boxes in the size and shape of exactly what i need....i have to cut down huge boxes and tape it around the canvas and its bubble wrap, etcetera.<br />
well.....tonight, it was uber frustrating.<br />
i have decided --in the heat of the moment, of course; because that is <i>the </i>best time to make decisions that effect other people, hahaha!-- that i am going to hike the price for my remaining large canvases because they cause me so much stress and it takes so bloody long [more than half hour] to wrestle the box into the exact freaking shape and size i need it, not to mention taping it all securely and it ending up slightly decently attractive too. :P that last part doesn't happen. i just make sure the canvas will get there safely.<br />
i was about to pull my hair out when the one side of the box came untaped for the 2nd or 3rd time of my trying so hard to get it to cooperate. [i love painting. any size canvas. but shipping it? and prepping it for that? oh my word. <i>no</i>.]<br />
mom just looked over at me from her sewing machine and smiled sympathetically. "just do it one thing at a time."<br />
"i <i>am</i> doing it one side at a time!" gritted teeth. "but it's not working." urgh.<br />
yes. frustration. my companion of the night.<br />
i am so done with these huge canvases. i mean, it's not even that big!! but i am definitely charging more for any big ones like this.<br />
[mom looked over and laughed when she heard my fingers clicking away quite fiercely on the keyboard, typing this post. and i nearly let that "post" be spelled "poast". i have reached the final stage.]<br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>4.</b></span> typos. they finally happen. sentences start to get flipped around. words get letters added to them like they mean something else. or absolutely nothing at all.<br />
dear God, i need sleep.<br />
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sigh.<br />
i have forgotten how therapeutic blogging is. <br />
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ciao. </div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-78389483506068871642012-09-21T18:42:00.002-05:002012-09-21T18:42:53.804-05:00this: my wednesday.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
this was my friday.<br />
and a favorite song.<br />
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♥</div>
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8:30am skype date.</div>
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my skype date is super freaking amazing and talented. ohboy. you can't even imagine. :)</div>
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then, because i had cute socks on [thanks, love;)] . . . and because a brother was nearby, i took a few pictures before we headed out to visit grandpa in the hospital before he had surgery. <br />
does ben look like a creeper? maybe he didn't get enough sleep. lol<br />
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me and the brother.<br />
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fall is starting to be really noticeable all of a sudden.</div>
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sigh. pretty orange leaves. my my. <br />
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because my skills were requested for birth photography of a lady anna is a doula for anytime soon . . . </div>
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this picture ^^ makes me laugh. of course, i'm not the one pregnant and impatient and growing a little human and so ready to be done and see the precious sweetie. heh. </div>
speaking of patience...and hippie-ness....hahaha. here. <a href="http://www.everythingbirthblog.com/2011/07/the-due-date-debacle/" target="_blank"><i>the due date debacle</i></a>. i figure it's best to prepare one's mindset even before babies are seriously on the horizon. [laughing]<br />
interesting, no?<br />
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anyhow! it's too late for any of you who liked my <a href="https://www.etsy.com/transaction/95149998" target="_blank"><i>c.s. lewis painting</i></a>...it sold the other night. :) :) :)<br />
i'll make another sometime. don't worry.<br />
it'll be grand.<br />
i plan on doing some j.r.r. tolkien quotes very soon so that excited people can buy some awesome art inspired by the hobbit coming out in december. :) </div>
bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648168191469472011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717991798874702713.post-83486139527552362572012-09-20T17:20:00.002-05:002012-09-20T17:20:14.648-05:00i have hacked the system. i am back.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i finally figured out how to keep my email open in one tab, and blogger account open in another.<br />
or maybe google just loosened its power grip on stupid quirks that annoy the freaking heck out of sweet, down to earth people like me. ;)<br />
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i love the icarus account.<br />
i first heard "<i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22360%22%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/embed/XtRIIJ1D9Vw%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E" target="_blank">favorite girl</a></i>" at a wedding a couple months ago, and swing danced to it with caleb.<br />
let me tell you, that song was dang fun to dance to.<br />
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sigh.<br />
anna made these today: a basic recipe of <a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/toffee-bars/846dec40-5fd2-41d2-929a-54dc5bfbf3ca" target="_blank"><i>betty crocker's toffee bars</i></a>. <br />
with pecans chopped on top....then, she made salted caramel to drizzle over top.<br />
sigh again.<br />
those things were illegal.<br />
er, let me paint a picture for you....<br />
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anna: beka, did you see the heaven-for-your-mouth that i made?<br />
me: ummmm...no?<br />
anna: they're salted caramel chocolate toffee bars.<br />
.... i guess that says it all. heh. :)<br />
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hope you all have a great thursday night.<br />
i'm off to dinner with some friends and one of my uncles who lives in the area...and swing dancing! and a late night! ow...<i>really really really</i> looking forward to that coffee in the morning. :P ;)</div>
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