tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55215843128712078382024-03-13T04:30:22.158-06:00Rocky Mountain Buckeyedaughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-31392916820021565162013-01-30T11:20:00.001-07:002013-01-30T11:20:42.568-07:00Rainy DayIt's been an while, and I have many post to write and updates to give, chief among them, I have moved back to Ohio. But right now all your going to get from me is a post about the weather.<br />
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I love that weather changes everyday, it is something to wake up to and see what God has provided. I love a crazy snow storm or a rainy day just as much as a I love a sunshiney day. One of my pet peeves is when people complain about the weather. Weather that is a natural disaster like Super Storm Sandy, yes complain away, but I'm always sad to hear people complain about a 45 degree rainy day. No it's not my first choice, but "this is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad." Right??????<br />
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Today I am defeated. Today I break my own rules and complain about what is happening outside my window. Today the weather is making a 40 degree drop from 65 to 25, and my head hates it. My sinuses are communicating that head implosion is immanent. My face shall soon look like a crushed can of Dr. Pepper. All I want to do is curl up on the couch in a dark room, with hot chocolate, a fuzzy blanket, Jack curled up on my feet, peach rings, and all three seasons of Downtown Abbey. The dress code is leggings, sweat shirt, fuzzy socks, and fuzzy hair.<br />
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This why I do not like rare warm days in January. They throw everything out of whack and get you ready for spring too soon. I feel like I should be filling out my March Madness bracket. Punxsutawney Phil who?????? Winter, no more warm days okay? Please stay cold, please return to your snow cover, wonderland, meadow of white, sea full of diamonds shining out through the night self that I love so much.<br />
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<br />daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-34476052376234320962012-12-04T19:02:00.002-07:002012-12-04T19:02:55.032-07:003 Funny Funny ThingsIf I was a more consistent blogger I would call this Tuesdays Laugh Blast, and promise you something funny every Tuesday. I feel like that would just be too big of a promise so here is at least one post of some things that made me laugh this past week.<br />
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1. Share it Maybe: Cookie Monsters cover if Call Me Maybe. R and I listened to it three times in a row while making his Grover and Cookie Monster dolls dance to it. We also danced. Nannying has brought back to my attention how funny and brilliant Sesame Street can be. I am tempted to share so many more Sesame Street goodies with you but I am restraining myself to one, you are welcome.<br />
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3. Mindy Kaling: I just read her book,<i> Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?</i> HILARIOUS! It's written in the same style as Tina Fey's book. I just watched all of the episodes of her new show <i>The Mindy Project</i>, and laughed many many times. I recommend both.<br />
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daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-17673744550371459282012-11-28T14:06:00.000-07:002012-11-28T14:17:47.150-07:00Tree Trimming<i>Another title for this blog post could have been, "My mom and I are sentimental saps." That is really what this post is about. </i><br />
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Over Thanksgiving I got my belly full of turkey, and sat back and let the tryptophan lead me into a food coma. While many people gear up to go Black Friday shopping,* Mom and I prepare ourselves for a day full of memories. Our Christmas tree is one big, pine scented scrapbook of our lives. We don't know how to decorate our tree without crying.<br />
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Getting a tree has been the same every year that I can remember. We call the Christmas Tree farmer, and let him know that we are on our way. Dad, Adam, Kurt, and I, and for the last two years Jack, load into our truck and head over. When we get there we walk down a long wooded path. It opens up into a field full of trees just waiting to be selected to be taken home and covered with lights and cheer. When we were little we would play hide and seek among all of the trees.<br />
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We always argue over how tall the tree should be. I am on the taller side of the argument, and contrary to popular belief, I don't always win. The tree farmer cuts down our tree. We bring it home and Mom declares that is the best tree we've ever had, even if it is a bit small this year. After making sure the tree is secure, straight, and watered, the boys depart to do something manly like watch football or repair a toilet (they really did that this year), while mom and I are left to decorate the tree, because "you two love that sentimental girlie stuff." Kurt did put the lights on for us this year, which was a huge help, thanks Kurt!<br />
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Mom and I then start to pull the ornaments out of boxes and place them on our tree. They remind us of places we've been and people we love. We tear up over the ones that remind us of people who are no longer with us.<br />
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This year we lost a big beautiful tree that stood in the middle of our yard. This tree provided our house with shade and privacy. It provided a home for countless squirrels, which provided us with countless hours of entertainment. <a href="http://rockymtbuckeye.blogspot.com/2012/05/rocky.html" target="_blank">You know how much we love squirrels</a>, and they seriously yelled at us for taking down their home. All this adds up to us being pretty devistated about losing our tree so i decided to make us an ornament from the saw shavings. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Black Friday was named thusly because it is the day that the stores ledgers go from being in the red to being in the black, therefore it was meant to be a positive name, instead of the negative one that it has become.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">I<span style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">prefer</span> the postivi<span style="font-size: x-small;">e meaning.</span></span></span></span></div>
daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-43867520527919371742012-11-02T16:43:00.000-06:002012-11-02T16:47:01.102-06:00Thanksgiving Heart Preparation.I think we have already established that I cry as often as you can find a rerun of Friends on tv. If football makes me cry, it only logical follows that so also do many many things. Well today friends there were buckets of tears as I began reading One Thousand Gifts.<br />
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I remember when it first came out, the Zon (Amazon.com) told me I would like it. Fool that I am, I didn't fully trust the Zon's recommendation; and so I put it on my wish list thinking I might get to it someday. Slowly I started hearing people talk about how great One Thousand Gifts is. It started being recommended to me, so I decided that November would be a great month to read a book about thankfulness. I invited my roommates to join in, and I started reading yesterday. Oh how I wish I would have trusted the Zon and bought the book two years ago. I have to force myself to keep from reading more, and instead meditate on the dosage that I have been given.<br />
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Ann Voskamp's words are like dark chocolate melting in your mouth and warming your insides. The are profoundly poetic, and I find that I prefer to read them aloud. I thought I was a thankful person, and now I am broken hearted over the arrogance of my unthankfulness. Although only two chapters in, I highly recommend that you join myself and my roommates, and make it part of your Thanksgiving celebrating. I submit this sampling to entice you:<br />
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</i><i>"I wonder too... if the rent in the canvas of our life backdrop, the losses that puncture our world, our own emptiness might actually become places to see. </i><br />
<i>To see through to God.</i><br />
<i>That that which tears open our soul, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave."</i><br />
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My stash of candy is by the door waiting to go. I hope it's enough. It is full of Reese's peanut butter cups, Grandpa's favorite. It's at this time of year that I miss my grandpa the most. His birthday is in October, and I think he just liked to claim the entire month. He always made sure to hand out full sized candy bars to the many many trick-or-treaters that came to his door. Grandpa never had a lot of money, but he never skimped on dessert. He loved watching all of the neighborhood kids come to his door year after year. As a kid growing up his neighborhood was epic when you measured your haul at the end of the night. My own neighborhood was fun, but Grandpa's was where the candy was at. Over the years I made appearances as a crayon, Princess Diana, The Statue of Liberty, a Witch, a ladybug.<br />
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My neighborhood was pretty spread out so my Dad would hitch our wagon to his tractor and fill it full of hay. All of the neighbor kids met at our house and Dad took us door to door together in one big group. The very first year there were only four of us in the whole neighborhood. We got pretty incredible homemade treats that year, because the neighbors were so excited to have kids finally trick or treating in it again. Now our neighborhood is much bigger. Too many kids to fit in our hay wagon, and many more houses to stop at. My last year trick-or-treating was my favorite. My next door neighbor, Kristina and I dressed up as old ladies together. Our acting skills could have won us Emmies that night, and they did get us kicked out of our local mall.<br />
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The Trick-Or-Treaters have arrived, so I must go, but what are your favorite Halloween memories? <br />
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<br />daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-36150124429210241492012-10-24T22:29:00.002-06:002012-10-25T00:58:13.380-06:00Election Thoughts...Be Nice<i></i>Every Halloween I look up and down the aisle at all of the ridiculously skimpy costumes for sale, and I wonder how Halloween became a free pass for women to dress so inappropriately. I'm all for dressing up, but you still need to be just as smart about your choices as any other night, maybe even more so.<br />
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I now watch election season unfold, and I wonder how election season became a free pass to be so hateful a disrespectful to one another. I'm not even talking about political adds. You would think that at a time where people hold these issues so close to their hearts, people would take special precaution with what they say as to not hurt each other. Instead the very opposite happens. I understand that politics are passionate. We should get fired up about such a crucial decision as who is going to lead our country. However, this does not mean that it is okay to be unkind to people who have opposing views to our own. <br />
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By my own family members, I have been called uneducated, and through facebook, a cry baby, and a moron. I'm not going to pretend that didn't hurt, especially since I don't post political things over facebook unless I think they are pretty safe. I watched family members dish out much worse to each other. I have even seen someone wish death to a candidate. <br />
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I want to turn to these people and ask them, "Do you really believe that I don't want the best for America? Not just the best for me, but the best for you as well. Do you really believe I don't educate myself about the candidates and the issues? Do you really believe I would make my choice just because that's what my parents did or that I just don't get it? Finally, do you really believe that when you make your unkind comments to me, or really to anyone who believes the same things I do, that I'm not invested enough in my decision that your comment didn't hurt?"<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hear this</span>. I take great care in forming my political views, and I vote the way I do because I truly and passionately believe it would be the very best choice for the whole country. Most importantly<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>I believe the same is true of you.</b></span> I believe that you made your decision (even when it is different than mine) because you believe that it is best for the country. I do not think that you are uneducated, or that you simply don't get it. I believe that you have put thought into your decision, and I respect you for it.<br />
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I am not afraid to declare that I believe Mitt Romney is best choice for the 2012 election. I feel very strongly about this decision that I have made, and I am very fearful for what America might look like after eight years of Obama. I hope that if you are voting for Obama you feel just as passionate about your decision as I do about mine, and I believe that you do.<br />
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I want you to support your candidate on facebook, twitter, and where ever. We absolutely should be advocating for what/whom we believe in. I am just so very weary of watching what could be a respectful discussion turn into words that are hurtful and unkind. Can we all agree to be a little more respectful of each other? Before we
post or comment, lets choose to believe that we each want whats
best for the country, we just believe that we will get there on
different paths.<br />
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One thing that is certain, is that every four years there are millions of Americans that are disappointed,
because the candidate that they fought so very hard for was not elected. Still, we progress. Yes there are ups and downs to our history, but if
past Democrats and Republicans, Federalists and Whigs, and even the Bull
Moose found a way to survive what they thought was certainly the ruin of our country, so can we. Whoever we turns out to be. daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-53246032561337161212012-10-20T14:57:00.000-06:002012-10-20T15:01:05.285-06:00My Not-So-Favortie ThingsTo distract me from the disappointment of what's happening in the Buckeye game right now, I decided that since I made a list of my favorite things I would also make a list of my lest favorite things. All of the things I don't like. Not the obvious things most people would dislike, such as murder, household chores, and that state up north, but things that are unique to me.<br />
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Sprinkles (not all sprinkles just this kind)<br />
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Long shirts under tank tops.<br />
Gum. I don't like to chew it and I don't like to listen to you chew it either.<br />
Chai<br />
Nuts<br />
Doritos<br />
Shirts covered in rhinestones.<br />
Female commentators for male sporting events. (This one is very prevalent to me right now.)<br />
Over used font styles. (Comic sans, papyrus, you know who you are.) <br />
Having to plan my own Birthday<br />
Carnations<br />
Seafood<br />
Running <br />
Flavored Coffee<br />
Flavored Creamer<br />
Yogurt (I have tried so hard to like it!) <br />
Grammar, If you understood what I said then my communication was successful.<br />
Subarus (I know a lot of people love them, but I just don't get it.)<br />
Orange Juice<br />
Pencils<br />
Blue and Black ink pens. <br />
Halloween decorations. (This a new development. I love fall decorations, but I have found that I no longer like Halloween decorations)<br />
Milk Chocolate (I can eat unending amounts of dark chocolate, but a single milk chocolate chip makes me queasy)<br />
Candy (unless of course its made out of dark chocolate, and has no nuts ;)<br />
Political and Religious bumper stickers. (I might even agree with you, but the butt of your car is just not the place.)<br />
Plastic Cups<br />
Boys on Pinterest<br />
Cats!!!!!!<br />
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Luckily this list is much shorter than the things I like list. Also a plus, the distraction seems to have worked and The Buckeyes won in heart attack inducing style.<br />
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What are some things that you dislike that would surprise people? Do you dislike anything that most people love? Please share!!!<br />
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<br />daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-6308127394390153332012-10-08T22:15:00.001-06:002012-10-08T22:15:52.635-06:00Football Makes Me CryIt does. It sounds ridiculous but I get so much joy out of football that it makes me cry. They are always happy tears. I don't ever remember crying over football out of sadness, oh wait yes I do. I cried in sadness over on of my brother's high school games, but to be fair there was a lot more going on there in addition to football. It's not just the football, it's the band, and the drum major, and the tradition. It's being in a stadium with 100,000 other people all desperately cheering their team and praying for a common goal. It over coming obstacles and beating the enemy. I have a friend who is convinced that this kind of unity among fan is a reflection of community in Heaven. <br />
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Football movies tear me to pieces. When Big Mike is drafted, when the Titans win the last game, when Rudy makes the sack and is carried off of the field, buckets of tears. It's really quite embarrasing.<br />
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The lastest football related something to make me cry? Feast your eyes. TBDBITL for sure!!!<br />
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(if you're wondering it was the horse that made me cry, and it probably should be noted that I cry very very easily)daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-9957936065679604272012-10-07T16:57:00.000-06:002012-10-07T16:57:09.279-06:00A Few of My Favorite ThingsI knew it! I knew that my blogging would be sporadic at best, but I really do aspire to be a regular blogger. I thought I would start back up with a fun blog that I saw the Pioneer Woman do, and I've always wanted to do one of my own. A simple list of my favorite things. Feel free to agree or disagree. I have now scheduled actual time for blogging into my calendar, lets see if I can stay on top of it now.<br />
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A Few of My Favorite Things (in stream of consciousness order):<br />
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Musicals<br />
Football<br />
Ohio<br />
Family (a blanket favorite to you ALL)<br />
Autumn<br />
Chalk<br />
Chalkboards<br />
Conference calls wit my family<br />
Mail<br />
Rubber Stamps<br />
Castle<br />
Pride and Prejudice <br />
Shark Tank<br />
Labrador Retrievers<br />
Pumpkins<br />
Apple recipes<br />
Peach (the color)<br />
Mythbusters<br />
Chevrons<br />
Pot roast<br />
Amazon<br />
Anthropologie<br />
Easton at Christmas time.<br />
Candles<br />
Dresses<br />
Dresses in the Fall with tights, cardigans, boots, and belts<br />
Books<br />
Coffee<br />
Herbal tea before bed<br />
Pinterest<br />
Hulu<br />
iPhones<br />
Dyson vaccumes<br />
Kitchen Aid Stand Mixers <br />
Mountains<br />
Flowers ( not carnations)<br />
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The Horse Shoe<br />
Grey<br />
Skinny Jeans<br />
Skiing<br />
Knitting<br />
Crocheting<br />
Sewing<br />
Pixar movies<br />
Disney Everything<br />
Sweaters<br />
Boots!<br />
Belts over your clothes<br />
My Big Fat Greek Wedding<br />
Weddings<br />
Dancing<br />
Catching the boquets<br />
T.J. Maxx<br />
Facebook<br />
Pumpkin<br />
Christmas<br />
Fall and Winter Smells<br />
Winter<br />
Snow<br />
Sunshine<br />
Parenthood<br />
Kira Knightly<br />
Jimmy Fallon<br />
White Christmas lights<br />
Manicures<br />
Pedicures<br />
Ikea<br />
Blankets<br />
Home Decore<br />
Being at a football game when its freezing outside<br />
Journals<br />
Stabilo Pens<br />
Gift cards (I use to hate on them, but now I'm all about them) <br />
Gift giving<br />
Mail (yep again)<br />
Tea Pots<br />
ESV Bibles<br />
Baths<br />
Wine<br />
The Pioneer Woman<br />
Bowling Green<br />
Church<br />
Barns<br />
Weddings in Barns<br />
Sephora<br />
Neutrogena products<br />
Football movies<br />
The Jesus Storybook Bible<br />
Giving stuff to Goodwill<br />
Getting stuff from Godwill<br />
Doilies<br />
Harry Potter<br />
Sunglasses<br />
Narnia<br />
Stuff Christians Like<br />
My friends blogs <br />
Nana's cooking.<br />
Fancy Denver Restaurants<br />
Clean Kitchens<br />
French Presses<br />
Mail<br />
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Not a complete list by any means but it is a start.<br />
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<br />daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-72115189756324629412012-07-12T00:44:00.000-06:002012-07-12T00:44:03.267-06:0027 Wonderful Things About My 27th Birthday1. It's 13 days away from my trip home.<br />
2. 7-11 is the easiest birthday date to remember and everyone remembers my birthday.<br />
3. Facebook birthday wishes all day long.<br />
4. With the time change I started getting birthday wishes at 10pm the night before.<br />
5. Anthropologie Jellyfish.<br />
6. Christmas Tree inbox. On Christmas you wake up to presents under the tree, today I woke up to actual presents in my email inbox.<br />
<a href="http://www.jonacuff.com/stuffchristianslike/" target="_blank">7. Stuff Christians Like post.</a><br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10100751530718420" target="_blank">8. Epic voice mail from Uncle Larry</a><br />
9. An invitation to Disney World with Kaitlin.<br />
10. Breakfast Muffins<br />
11. Erica Reese in Denver<br />
12. Birthday Tom's<br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10100751740797420&set=a.10100465246658970.2550432.20911508&type=1&theater" target="_blank">13. White Roses and Chocolate from Lance, Allison and Family</a><br />
14. Wearing my birthday dress.<br />
15. Knowing my mom and Dad looked through my baby pictures.<br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10100752167527250&set=a.10100588148278140.2566909.20911508&type=1&theater" target="_blank">16. Home made chocolate cake with heart shaped sprinkles sprinkles.</a><br />
17. G and R singing me Happy Birthday<br />
18. Homemade drawing by G.<br />
19. Michael's gift card.<br />
20. Framed pictures of me with G and R.<br />
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22. Free Tiramisu<br />
23. So You Think You Can Dance.<br />
24. Sunflowers.<br />
25. Watching people (including a man in a dress) bicycle past Pasquini's <br />
26. Making plans to see Joyce and Jacquline.<br />
27. Knowing that the Lord brought me through this year and to the place that I'm currently in. He provided abundant blessings throughout the day. Knowing that he will be with me through all the years to come.daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-2258850613033419862012-05-31T21:29:00.000-06:002012-05-31T21:31:41.133-06:00RockyI love squirrels. To me they are not destructive rodents, instead they playful critters that have provided me countless hours of entertainment. In Ohio we put squirrel feeders in our front yard, and we sit at our dinning room table and watch the squirrels every day. They chase each other around and stand guard over the feeders until the next bigger squirrel comes and takes their place. For Christmas we got my Dad a new squirrel feeder with a huge glass jar for the squirrels to eat in so that you can watch them better. It took the squirrels a little bit of time before they got brave enough to use it. I am not exaggerating when I say that we waited in anticipation for weeks for the squirrel to start using it. When they finally did, calls were made that went like this:<br />
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Erin: "Guess what I'm look at right now in the front yard."<br />
Dad: "What?"<br />
E: "A squirrel in the feeder with the glass jar."<br />
D: "Nooooooo."<br />
E: "Yes."<br />
D: "You can actually see him in the jar eating?"<br />
E: "Yes, he is in the jar eating."<br />
D: "Nooooooo."<br />
E: "Yes!"<br />
D: "Take a picture! I'm missing it."<br />
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When I went to Bowling Green squirrels scampered all across campus. There was an albino squirrel for a while, and it was like you were given a badge of honor if you were one of the lucky ones to spot it on campus. (It was hit by a car before I got to see it. There was an article written about it in the BG News when it died, unfortunately their archives do not go back that far for me to link it for you.) Watching squirrels play has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.<br />
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This is why I am being completely serious when I tell you the day a squirrel showed up in our back yard, I felt like God sent that squirrel to me. I walked out and there he was perched on the wooden fence watching me as he ate food he had pilfered from our compost. A couple days later I watched him drag a rotten pear out of the compost to his little nook behind our trash cans. When I found an ear of corn in the back corner of our fridge, I put it in his spot on the fence, and I was rewarded the next day when I came home a saw him eating it.<br />
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I named my new friend Rocky (after the mountains). If I'm working in the back yard he sits up in the neighbor's tree and watches me, and we make polite conversation. I tell him about the squirrels at home, and he asks me why I'm not bring him more food. One day when I put the trash can back in it's spot near his nook, he was not happy and chided me rather loudly from his tree branch.<br />
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This is Rocky's friend Oscar. I'm pretty sure Oscar was put there to scare Rocky away, but they became friends instead. Oscar is a really good listener!<br />
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<br />daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com05058-5498 N County Road 29, Loveland, CO 80538, USA40.443811734266987 -105.2174377441406240.347160234266987 -105.37536624414062 40.540463234266987 -105.05950924414063tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-41838557614770982772012-05-26T11:03:00.000-06:002012-05-26T11:03:52.546-06:00Looking Past My Teddy BearIf you read my last blog post, Keys, you saw that at the end I gave a little rant about octopuses. They have been made into adorable stuffed animals and cartoon figures, but in real life they are terrifying and in my opinion, gross as heck. Super slimy with eight legs that will suction cup you to death. Why oh why do we make them cute and cuddly? (If you happen to actually love the real version of octopuses, please don't take offense.) <br />
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Same goes for Bears. <a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/210979/december-01-2008/exclusive---godless-killing-machines-mash-up" target="_blank">Stephen Colbert has proclaimed a war on Bears</a> for this very reason. We let kids hug their teddy bears and fall in love, yet let a kid hug a real bear and chances are they will be eaten. The grizzly man was convinced that Bears were just misunderstood, but even he was eaten by a Bear.<br />
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We like to take things like Octopuses, and Bears, and many other things and portray them as much safer than they really are. We take all of the fear out of them and think of them as comforting and cuddly. I was thinking about this, and I realize that I do the same thing to God.<br />
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It is so easy to remember the safe characteristics of God, to think of him as a dotting Father, to camp on the stories of Christ loving on children and dining with prostitutes. To celebrate the verses in Zephaniah that declare that God rejoices over us with singing. The reality is that we are also commanded to fear God. <br />
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<span class="text Phil-2-12"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling,</span> <span class="text Phil-2-13" id="en-ESV-29388"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure.</span><br />
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Blessed is everyone who fears the LORD, who walks in his ways!<br />
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<span class="text Phil-2-13" id="en-ESV-29388">I've been reading through the old testament this year, and God is indeed scary. People are struck down for what seems to be the smallest of sins. There is war upon war. Oh and there is also that little story of a flood that wipes out the entire population, save Noah and a boat full of animals. What do we do with this God who is worthy of fear and trembling?</span><br />
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<span class="text Phil-2-13" id="en-ESV-29388">I know for a long time I just didn't dwell on the scary side of God. I would steer clear of Acts, because I didn't want to think about </span><span class="text Acts-5-1" id="en-ESV-27049"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%205&version=ESV" target="_blank">Ananias and Sapphira.</a> </span>I made excuses that the Old Testament was a different time, a different covenant. The reality is that God is constant and never changing, and the fearsome God that the Israelites worshiped it the very same God I talk to everyday.<br />
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It is also true that God is only good. There is no evil in Him and so these parts of God that are scary, they too are worthy of my praise. They are to be embraced and rejoiced over. It seems very strange to celebrate some of these things, like a flood wiping out the worlds population, or a woman turned to a pillar of salting for looking back at her old life, (however wrong her old life was) but this is what I am learning to do. I am learning to rejoice over all of who God is, not just the parts that are comfortable and easy. I am learning to look past my teddy bear aside, and to see the bear as he truly is.daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-19711445744170643092012-05-04T16:26:00.002-06:002012-05-04T16:30:08.702-06:00KeysJust a super quick post to show you my latest Pinterest inspired project. I now have a key to my home in Denver that looks identical to my key for my home in Ohio. There is no way I'm taking my Ohio key off my key ring, so I wanted to find a solution to differentiate between them quickly. I at first thought to pick up those cheesy key covers, but <a href="http://pinterest.com/" target="_blank">Pinteres</a>t offered a much cheaper and more attractive solution:<br />
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Coral for Denver, Teal for my Ohio barn, and brown sparkles for my Ohio home. The technical name of the brown sparkles is Warm and Fozzie, and it is currently on my fingers and toes as well. </div>
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Oh and the carabiner is a moose obtain many years ago from a Caribou Coffee... so I guess is actually a caribou. The point is no, it is not an octopus, they are cute and all in their cartoon/plush versions, but the very real octopuses totally creep me out. Who decided to make them cute and cuddly? </div>daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-64157556260316604302012-05-03T15:19:00.001-06:002012-05-03T15:23:01.140-06:00Wash PerkThere are so many fun locally owned coffee shops in Denver. Thanks to my friend Kaitlin, I m now a fan of <a href="http://washperk.com/" target="_blank">Wash Perk</a>. It is my favorite coffee shop... so far. It is very community driven, with bulletin boards covering the walls, and local art for sale. There slogan is Coffee, Conversations, Community, I love it! The coffee is great, but what I love most is the atmosphere. It's in a residential area away from all the busy roads, its quiet but still busy. I can really get a lot of work done there. Also it is dog friendly, there are spots to chain your dog to where you can sit by him and drink your coffee. Last time I was there, there was a Lab that reminded me of Jack, and it was all I could do not to go and get a dog right then and there. The best part of Wash Perk is that it is on Ohio Ave. Come and visit, and I will buy you a drink.<br />
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Last I primed and painted the body of the desk.The whole project took a total of four days, and three trips to Lowes. (Thanks to Mom and Dad for decided to return that huge Christmas tree and for the resulting Lowes credit you bequeathed me.) Here is the final result.<br />
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I love it!!! It looks great in my room and will look even better when the room is painted.daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-78056899511553751032012-04-24T22:51:00.001-06:002012-05-04T16:41:40.807-06:00Fancy TigerKayla told me that I had to check out this fabric store called Fancy Tiger, I needed some fabric so I decided to hit up today. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but I was blown away by what I found. Feast your eyes!<br />
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Do you ever look at a project someone created online, you love the look of it but for the life of you, you can't find any material as cute as the material they used? This happened to me all the time, Jo-Ann's and Hobby Lobby just didn't have quite the right look. Now I know that those fabrics have been hiding at Fancy Tiger! </div>
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One of the coolest things about Fancy Tiger is that they offer classes. Sewing, quilting, knitting, crocheting, even spinning your own yarn, you name it the teach it. You can take a class on how to make this awesome fox guy. I think I need to take that class and make a quilt of him, he is sooo cute! I would also love to take some of their beyond the basics in knitting and sewing clothes.</div>
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Fancy Tiger is in an incredible part of town, so I did some nearby exploring. I found the very best Goodwill ever. Zanesville seriously has no idea what it's missing, our Goodwill is so sad. Though I didn't do much purchasing, I did find <u>The Help</u> for $.99, and I grabbed it up right away. There is also a pretty great coffee shop near by, it has the perfect atmosphere for lots of Bible reading. </div>
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What a fruitful exploring adventure, Denver just has sooo much to offer, it's fun to know the discoveries will never end.</div>
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As I was starting to feel sick I decided to put Downton Abbey on my computer to help distract me from all of my icky feelings. It's another Pride and Prejudice story set in April 1912 with the sinking of the Titanic. I had already watched the first season through once, so I knew I would feel the liberty to fall asleep while watching. It was and is the very best sick day TV ever. It was soothing, funny, witty, entertaining. I could easily fall asleep to it, or I could stay up and be entertained, and distracted from all of the yuckyness. Now that I am well, I still want to keep watching. I haven't seen any of the second season, so please, no spoilers. I'm waiting for it to appear on Netflix. In the span of the last three days I watched the 1st season through twice, and I still want to put it on again tonight. Let just say that if I'm gonna be stranded on a deserted island, Downton Abbey is coming with me!<br />
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<br />daughterofevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15378617389334448988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521584312871207838.post-59995080464799724292012-04-16T14:31:00.000-06:002012-04-16T14:31:20.838-06:00Unique Churches and Eggs BenedictSunday I went to church with Jacintha. She is a dear friend from Bowling Green, who came out here to attend Denver Seminary. I can't tell you what a blessing it is to have her here. Her church was like no church I have ever attended before. Its called Wellspring, and it is an charismatic, evangelical, Anglican church. So imagine all of the of the tradition of a Catholic church; the group prayer, the sitting then standing then sitting then standing, the processional at the beginning, the minister in vestments, the group responses. Now combine that with an awesome worship band, people dancing in the aisle, intermittent shouts of "AMEN!" The minister in his vestments, rocking out on his guitar, (It is important to also add that he had long pulled back hair, a substantial beard, combine that with his long white robes and it looked like Jesus was rocking out on stage.) My brain does not have a schema in which to put the combination. I'm still feeling a little trippy from it, but the people there were so kind, and the message was awesome! Also it should be mentioned that the youth minister there is a friend of Josh Coy's, nough said.<br />
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After service we decided to grab some brunch. I LOVE living in a place where there is an abundance of places that specialize in brunch. Now I know why Marshall was willing to go it alone. We ate at Lucile's, a Creole restaurant. I wish I would have taken pictures inside. The front desk was an old piano painted lilac. We sat at a circular bar complete with swivel stools. It offered breakfast beer. The silverware was wrapped in mis-matched scrapes of cloth. I ordered eggs Benedict, YUM! It ranks in my top three breakfast's ever. If you come to visit me I will take you there.<br />
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