in an instant

everything can change in an instant.

people often times compare the ups and downs in situations to being on a roller coaster.  going up and going down and back up.  the implication is there that emotions can follow those same paths.  in grief this happens -as we experienced the ups and downs of infertility.  during the adoption process we have also experienced ups and downs.

i would like to take a moment to rant about this analogy.  in my opinion if you are talking about the ups and downs of a roller coaster it can be implied that the emotions in question are going up and down and up and down rapidly.  like there is no time to be up and no time to be down, but rather more time to bounce back and forth like a ball attached to a wooden paddle with an elastic strap.  i don’t like the imagery that on a roller coaster of emotion you can’t be up or down for any extended period of time.  so go with me on this train of crazy.

instead imagine a huge boat in the middle of the vast ocean.  huge rolling waves (not the kind associated with tropical storms or danger) gently rocking the boat: up and down.  the boat gently goes up and the positive emotions creep in and you have time to feel them.  live them.  experience them.  and once you feel at  home with those emotions and all of the good the boat shifts and starts its way gently down the wave and the emotions roll in and you want to find the nearest trash can or flower bed and puke.  you have time to experience panic and it simmers and you ask “what if” and about the time you think you are going to lose it, the boat rocks back up.

we are no stranger to the boat.

we survive most days in an inconsistently consistent routine and remember that it is good to be boring.

lately my “boat” has been fairly steady.  not too sad about things and not giddy (but i am not normally that giddy unless i am lacking sleep).  everything has been steady and normal and we crave that.

but things can change in an instant and they did.

tuesday, 5/31/16, i was sitting at work and out of the corner of my eye i saw my phone flashing and it wasn’t a number that i recognized so i grabbed my phone, got up and answered it.  it was 2:46 pm.  it was our caseworker saying hello.  she asked if we had a good Memorial Day weekend and a good trip.  i told her that we did, and that is where the normal routine ended and the boat started to move.  she said i have a mother that wants to meet you.  i couldn’t talk.  my voice was gone and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.  it took me a few minutes to gather my words and put together a coherent sentence.  she wanted to know if we wanted to come to her office so that she could give us all the information and see if we wanted to move forward with the meeting.  i said of course and asked what time frame we were looking at.  she told me we would have to be in her office that afternoon because if we wanted to move forward, our meeting would be the next afternoon at 4:00.  since we are a little over an hour away from her office she told us that if there was a way for us to call her together she could give us the information over the phone.  i told her we would call between 5:00 and 5:15.  i called andy and told him the news and told him to be there on time so we could call her.  i went back inside work and went to my managers office and told her i needed off the next afternoon.  i looked at the clock a hundred times and 5:00 finally came.  i ran to the car and we found a good place to park and we called her.  she gave us all of the details that she could give us and while we were listening we kept looking at each other and smiling.  she told us to digest the information and call her back after we talked privately if we wanted to meet the birth mother.  we answered yes without a doubt we want to meet her, no need to think about it, we just knew.

in an instant we were tossed into the next step – territory that is new to us.  we have never been this far.

our wait was different.  instead of just waiting to hear anything – now we were waiting to meet a birth mother.  someone that picked us.

we went to bed, but i don’t think either of us got much sleep.  my boat rocked all night long.  rolling up with excitement of meeting a birth mother – potentially our birth mother. and then the boat rocked down.  fear of the unknown.  will she like us?  will everything be ok?  will we like her?  is this really happening?  can we get things done before the baby is due?  is everything really going to be ok?

somewhere before i drifted off into a worried sleep, the gentle wave lifted me back up.  the answer is yes.  this is happening and everything will be fine.  i breathe in and out and the world is ok again.

june 1st at 20 til 4:00 we walk into the room and we meet her.  (an encounter i will write about later).

june 2nd i get a text that says:

“she absolutely wants you guys to be the family for this baby.”

we were chosen!

at 10:11 am in that exact moment – my life was instantly changed for the better.

desparation then devastation

there is a time in my life where I need to realize some truths and accept them.  I am working on this – every day.  there is a long list and I don’t feel like this is the time to divulge that list in it’s entirety, but rather just glance at that list.

with the infertility journey and the adoption journey one of the truths that I have learned is that in the grand scheme of things I have no control.  I have no “real” say in my life.  yes I make decisions about what I am going to wear, what I am going to eat, what I am going to do, but this journey has opened my eyes that I can’t control everything, despite my best effort I just can’t.  I can make lists to control the happenings in my life (and the organization of my home), but in reality I don’t have control – just an illusion of control that I cling to with every breath.  if I had control I would have said “listen ovaries – you have one job – it is time to do it” and it would have worked.  if I had control I would have looked at my doctor and said “you have no option but to make this procedure succeed.”  but I don’t have control and I am learning – still – that there is nothing that I could have done differently or additionally to change the course of our journey.

this is where I feel like I should say “in reality we don’t have any control because God should be in control of our lives.”  whereas, yes I agree God should be the center of our lives and our decision making, this isn’t that type of post.

as stated in my last post we have been officially waiting for a year.  we have been passed over numerous times – for an entire year.  with that type of response or in this case lack there of,  I can’t help but think.  that thinking often leads me down a dark and narrow road full of doubt and sadness and longing.

a road that causes my imagination to run wild with “what ifs” and “what is.”

what if we are never placed?  what if I never get to be a mom and andy a dad?  what if I have robbed family of having the experience of us as parents?  what if andy will really one day regret not taking the “out” when he could?  what if he starts to resent me?  what if my life never feels complete?  what if that longing and desire never goes away?  what if I never get to experience all the things that fuel my fears?  what if I sink into misery and allow me not being a mother to destroy my soul?  what is so wrong with us that we haven’t been placed?  what is it that caused people to skip over our profiles?  what is the big picture and can I survive not having the control to understand right now?  what is the reason God gave me this desire to be a mother and paired that with bad ovaries?  what is the point – is there a point?  is this some sort of punishment from above?

that dark road is sometimes dotted with street lamps – glimpses of hope, answers, or things that get me back to the sunshine.  talking with other people that are waiting to be placed and hearing that they have the same fears – that I am truly not alone in some of those thoughts.  when andy tells me that he loves me and doesn’t resent me despite all the reasons that I have given him to feel the other way.  when I know someone looks at our profile and passes us by because they want a family that already has a child.  a beautiful sunset or sunrise over the mountains.  street lamps that brighten up my mind.

but sometimes the things on my road aren’t street lamps, but rather lanterns.  a little light that shines bright enough to tide me over.  not nearly as bright as the lamps, but still light enough to get me through.

these things usually show up right before I have a breakdown full of complete and total doubt and tears.  when I feel like I have come to the end of my road.  when i start to question why we are doing what we are doing.  when I am grasping at straws.  desperation for that normalcy and control.

desperation: a state of despair, typically one that results in rash or extreme behavior

synonyms: hopelessness, anguish, agony, distress

usually my desperation manifests in lists.  lots and lots of lists.  I clean things and organize things.  I constantly am trying to reorganize and make better.  trying to drown my thoughts with lists so that I can’t do anything but focus on what is in front of my face.  I write, take pictures, and create new projects around the house to occupy my mind.  it helps.  in the process of focusing on anything else, those doubts and sadness ebb away.  that longing is still there, but without the doubt it just turns back into “just waiting.”

once I realized that we had been waiting a year and that we had to update a bunch of our paperwork I started to feel overwhelmed and to be honest – sad and a little (ok a lot) mad.

**side “semi relevant” note**

there are times where I start to wonder if God is “doing” this to us because he thinks I would be a terrible mother.  or that other people think I would be a terrible mother so God is like “i agree.”  there was this time that I was with a group of people (and a young baby just a few months old) and everyone, except me, was being called away for just a moment.  the parents were trying to decide who would miss out and stay to give the baby the bottle.  I offered since I was not leaving and both of the parents looked at me like I was crazy.  like if God didn’t trust me with a baby, they weren’t going to either.  the parents exchanged looks and did let me feed their baby the bottle, but their looks and doubts just fueled that thought process.  it is possible that I was over sensitive to the situation and that I misread the looks and the hesitation, but in the moment those looks emphasized that God thought I would be a terrible mother and everyone agreed.

**end semi relevant side note**

so in my sad and a lot mad state I found myself thinking back to those events, of possibly not being trusted to give a baby a bottle, and to the thought process that God thinks  I would be a terrible mother.  my thoughts are fueled by fear of the unknown and once it takes root desperation sets in.  hopelessness overcomes rational thought and where my behavior isn’t always rash or extreme my thoughts tend to become that way.  I found myself on my dark narrow road, running.  running into the darkness looking for a street lamp to ease off the desperation.  I found a lantern.

at dinner saturday night dad told me that he was going back to the farm.  there was a calf down and he was going to have to bottle feed it.  I had been a hermit in my house working on various projects and told him I would be glad to go with him.  andy ended up getting home before we left to go to the farm and he joined in with us.  we loaded up our gear and headed into the muddy abyss.  the calf had gotten stuck in the mud and was weak but drank the bottle (and a little more).  dad made sure that it was in a nice bed of hay and warm and we left.


sunday after church, dad, mom, and I gathered our gear and went back to check on the little calf.  as we drove up he was stretched out and his head was semi back  I leaned forward and said – “doesn’t look like good news,”  dad agreed.  as we got a tad closer he blinked.  I was ecstatic – he was alive.  we gave him another bottle and repositioned him to be more comfortable and in more warm hay.  dad decided that the little guy needed to be moved to the barn.  later sunday gene (live in farm hand/manager) was able to take the tractor and get the little calf to the barn; however, his mother was no longer interested in following her baby or the tractor to the barn.  it was left to us humans to nurse him back to health.  after youth on sunday andy and I headed to the farm to check on the little guy.  he was in the stall with his legs tucked under him and he was dry and warm in his bed of hay.  I sat on a bucket and fed him his bottle and he was my little “mud pie.”  cows normally moo but a little cow with pneumonia purrs like a little kitten.  he was given several shots to make him feel better.  I rubbed his fluffy little head and ears and told him that I loved him.  I put my hand under his chin and lifted his head up and made eye contact with him and told him to have a good night and that I would see him Monday.  dad sent me a message Monday morning that he drank his bottle and that he wanted to stand up but was still too weak.  he was still purring a little bit too.

I told andy that mud pie had to live.  he became my desperation.  I didn’t have a list this time, I had mud pie.  he had to live.  he was my way of proving to God and to the rest of the world that I can take care of a living thing.  that I could give a bottle and love.  that I could be passionate and that I could be the role of a mother.

Monday night after work I went to the farm and got there before my dad got back.  I went into the stall and mud pie was in a weird sling that dad and gene strung up to help insure that his legs were getting blood flow.  I grabbed my bucket and sat down in front of him and rubbed his head and said hello.  when I was rubbing his neck he leaned into my hand like a dog would do.  I told him about my day and he listened – he is after all a cow that couldn’t go anywhere even if he wanted to.  I noticed he wasn’t purring as much and was tap dancing with his front legs.  I informed him that he had to get better.  he had to at least try.  he mooed at me.  it was a moo filled with passion and anger and rebellion.  a moo that told me that he was a fighter.  after that I talked to him about my desperation and I rubbed his ears and he semi mooed in understanding.  dad showed up and we gave him his bottle and he drank most of it, but it was too early to let him out of the sling.  so we came back a few hours later and freed him and propped him up in his bed of hay.  I told him good night and we turned the light off bathing the stall in darkness.  my Tuesday morning update was about the same as the morning before.  Tuesday after work we went to check on him and dad said that he had been in his sling but was out for the night.  I walked into the stall and found little mud pie snuggled in his hay.  he tried to stand.  I tucked his feet under him and held his head up and talked to him while he drank his bottle.  we made eye contact and I told him how much I loved him and what a good and handsome boy he was.  we had to go to a meeting and I knew we wouldn’t be back Tuesday night so right before we left I went in and rubbed his head, told him good night and sweet dreams and walked away from my little mud pie.


Wednesday morning I got my morning update.  the subject of the e mail was mud pie.  I opened my e mail and read “I am sorry!  We tried.”

devastation: severe and overwhelming shock or grief

I sat facing my computer and silent tears escaped the rims of my eyes rolled down my face.  I reminded myself to breathe and stared at the words.  mud pie was gone.  my lantern burned out.  my desperation morphed into devastation.  I was devastated that he was gone and that my attempts failed.  I couldn’t even do right by a cow.  I couldn’t save him.  my thoughts quickly went down the road that maybe God is right, maybe I am not fit to be a mother.

Wednesday night, with those thoughts circling in my head, I curled up in bed and cried.  my eyes filled with tears that rolled down my face and puddled on my pillow, followed by choking sobs.  a soul drenching cry.

I woke up Thursday morning with a throbbing headache – remnant of my tears from the night before.  as we drove to work I watched the clouds play on the tops of the mountains and with no other rational thought – other than it made me smile, I had found my street lamp and was finding my way back to the main road.

it was during this time of desperation that I realized a few things.  one is that I have no control.  I can cling to the illusion as much as I want, but it will always just be an illusion I create for my peace of mind.  another is that this process, from start until present, is just a constant ride of ups and downs: the waiting, the emotions of being rejected, the unknown, the way a person will walk by with a stroller and my heart almost leaps out of my chest, the looks of pity from other people, the hope that we will be the family that we always envisioned.  something that is difficult to explain and difficult for people to understand is that sometimes there are no words to make me feel better about this stressful time of just waiting and of the unknown.  that sometimes even the most rational comments and insight will not sound rational to me.  this time, my little mud pie, taught me that in my times of desperation, stick to the lists.


growing up i was a bit of a tom boy.  i played outside a lot – my summers were spent playing in the creek or the woods behind our house.  we spent hours rolling around in the grass and playing hide and seek.  there were games of whiffle ball and kick ball.  i enjoyed it.  one year in P.E. i was the first to climb the rope and ring the bell.  but i hated running on command.  it was selective athleticism, at least i think it was.

in middle school i tried out for soccer and did great in the scrimmage game to test our skills and i didn’t mind running during the game or practice (as long as the ball was involved), but after we did that, the coach looked at us and said ok start running laps.  i laughed.  i quit.  i guess i wasn’t disciplined enough to care about running laps.  i didn’t see that as something to make me better at the game ( i get it, but not for me).  that ended my school sports team tryouts – did you know that you have to run laps with every sport?

in high school they implemented the mile run rule – finish under 16 minutes or fail.  one of the teachers told us it was because the first mile run of the year, a group of us walked it and took our sweet time because we were talking and laughing.  to encourage us to care more and talk less they made the rule.  we still talked but walked a tad faster and we all passed.

also i wasn’t always the most coordinated person.  in middle school during the football rotation i didn’t catch the football, but rather allowed it to bounce off my middle finger and bend it backwards.  i cried.  the teacher let me walk laps the rest of the football rotation because anytime the ball came my way i moved out of the way.  it hurt me once before – i learned my lesson, so i moved.  the teacher decided i would get more from walking laps and would be less of a tripping hazard for the other people actually playing football.

in high school during the hockey rotation, someone hit the “puck” under my feet and i fell.  bruised my backside and ego.  tripped and messed up my knee during the flag football rotation.  i got hit in the face with a ball during the ping pong rotation.  went under the hurdles during track – those things are scary.  i found excuses to sit out and just read, study, or talk to my friends.  i was fine not playing.  i was fine riding the bench.

also when i was in high school our church decided to have a co-ed softball team.  they asked me to play because we had a lack of females.  i told them i would come to practices and show up to the games so they didn’t have to forfeit (they had to have so many females present to play).  my only rule was that i wanted a position that i didn’t have to do anything.  they put me in right field.  i wore the uniform and the glove (usually on my head or on the ground at my feet).  i was safe most of the time, but there were a few people that could aim the ball – and they did right for me.  this softball team was before andy and i started dating and he played center field which also meant that when those people aimed the ball towards me he also played right field.  i knew enough to get out of the way and watch him play.  it was a great chance to flirt, because he was my hero (swoon).  once a ground ball came my way and i had the thought that i could handle that…as i bent down with my glove the ball hit a hole in the field and popped up and almost got me in the face. so it was determined that ground balls weren’t safe either.  i would bat – most of the time they told me to just stand there.  in all of our games i remember actually hitting the ball 4 times and i made it to first 1 time.  the other 3 i hit it right back to the pitcher and got out.

(two photos i will share only because it proves my point)

softball doing absolutely nothing and the second a football game (i don’t know why i was clapping – yay football maybe?  i don’t know…)

i was in elementary school and there was an allison b (with two L’s), an alicia, and myself (alison g).  we all looked similar and people would mix us up.  i remember one time when we were playing kickball at recess: there were two captains and with the first pick they said alison.  i was startled and started to walk forward and the kid laughed and was like not you, allison b.  i have a ton of memories watching them play kickball while i sat with other friends making flower necklaces (out of the white flower weeds), shooting the tops of other weeds at each other, and trying to whistle using an acorn lid or grass.

i make the above statements to say this.  i went to school with most of the same people from k-12th grade.  when it was time to pick teams – i wasn’t usually first.  i was usually picked towards the end.  if there was an odd number of people i got benched. there was no shame in being looked over when the teams were picked.  there was no shame in not getting picked.  there was no shame in being benched.  when it came to athletics i knew my place.

years later and i am not dealing with athletics but this adoption process.  i have mentioned that it is a weird process and i never thought that the adoption process would conjure up so many memories of me sitting on the bench all those years ago.  i never would have imagined that i would be walking to my mailbox, thinking about the adoption, and get a whiff of cut grass and honeysuckle and be transported back to that grassy hill in elementary school watching my classmates play kickball.  or be at work and hit my shin on the desk drawer and be taken back to a time of clumsiness and avoidance.  i have gone down memory lane of all the times i was looked over and not chosen.

we are up for a home study update.  which means that we have been officially waiting for a year.  since a year has come and gone we have to update certain forms and have another home visit.  since we have gotten to this time of officially waiting for a year i have been met with a lot of mixed emotion.  first, still very excited to see what is in store for us this year.  nervous about what will happen this next year and of the unknown.  sad that it has been a year already and we are still waiting.  our waiting feels a lot like being benched.

we do not get a call whenever someone looks at our profile, but sometimes i ask our case worker if anyone has viewed it.  she doesn’t give me specific numbers, but we communicate about it.  i will ask her how maybe birth mothers are about to pick and she gives me the numbers.  i know one time i asked and she did tell me that someone was looking at our profile in the next few days and so i held my breath for an entire week.  each time my phone rang i prayed it was the agency.  each time my e mail beeped, i hoped that it was an email to make my dreams come true.  but a week came and went and i couldn’t handle not knowing anymore.  i sent an email and asked if she made her decision and our case worker stated she had – that the mother wanted a family that already had siblings (adopted ones to be specific) because she grew up in a large family and wanted her child to have siblings that were adopted too, to have that in common.  i was sad, but i  understood.  we have met several people in our waiting families meetings and we know that several have been placed.  we also got an end of the year newsletter with statistics of how many people had been placed in our area for the entire year that we have been officially waiting.  the way i figure is we have been passed over 32 times (plus or minus some).

i find myself as an adult, years beyond my schooling days, and still i am being benched.  it isn’t like before where i was still part of the team, just not in the game.  it is like i am sitting on the bench watching people rush by to new adventures in their lives.  we updated our paperwork and are waiting for the home visit.  once that is completed we will still be officially waiting, hoping, praying, and dreaming that our time will come.  waiting is hard.  so while the world rushes around us and people continue on with their lives, we sit, back against the wall, my head on andy’s shoulder, fingers intertwined, benched.

catching up on 2015 adventures

we had snow again.  it was cold but beautiful!

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a lot of our kids were in the musical at the school – Oklahoma.  it was really cute and we have really talented youth!

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my grandmother got the presidents away at the college.  so we got to play hide and seek with her.  except we were hiding and she didn’t know.  we avoided her until the award was presented to her.


jay and julian came stopped on their way through town.  (andy got a chest slap for old times sake)

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the silipigni’s came to visit.


mom’s cats ashes and UT (the orange one) were cute like normal (they are getting older, but still just as fat and sweet as ever).

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we have been to chorus concerts, shopping trips, date nights and so much more that wasn’t captured with our cameras.

now that I am getting organized with my photos and thoughts I can say that hopefully this will be the last “catch up” post.  my goal is to keep it caught up (but I have said that before I know).

something I don’t have photos of that I am thrilled about and so very proud of is that andy has decided to go back to school.  that means that he is traveling on most weekends, but we will survive the next few years.  I have been able to catch up on reading and sewing so it has been ok – for now.  I am looking forward to his graduation gift – which I am already mentally planning – a cruise!  i really am so proud of him.

ruined birthday plans

my birthday was on a Saturday this year.  we had huge plans to work on our to-do list and get our house in order.  when we woke up that morning we decided to heck with that.  we went to the zoo.  we love the knoxville zoo.  it isn’t a huge zoo and it is currently being renovated in some areas, but it is a wonderful place.  it was a hot day, so a lot of the animals were just lazy.

prairie dog

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hogs (2 babies)

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elephants (they were the most active we have ever seen them.  one of them got in the water and was taking a bath)

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giraffe (we didn’t get to feed them this time)



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elephants again (construction makes you walk by them again – this was the one taking a bath)

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red pandas

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birds (to look at the beaver there is a section closed in and these birds fly all around you.  very traumatic when they dive at your head).



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turkey (told you it was hot.  it was standing in front of the fan).


i got home that night and looked at my to-do list and realized that i didn’t cross anything off my list.  my birthday plans were ruined.  thank goodness!

katie’s baby shower

better late than never right?  so Katie (and chris) announced last fall (2014) that they were expecting a baby.

so in march (2015) maggie, robin, and i hosted a baby shower.  it was ducky themed and turned out to be a fun and wonderful time.  she got a ton of wonderful gifts!

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a lot of laughter and smiles

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layla came to the end of the party and loved the attention.  look at that smile!


congrats katie and chris!

gcpc happenings


where we sit in the back, eat pizza, role their eyes at me and all the photos, go to the arcade, get a lecture on shot glasses, and make andy feel uncomfortable.

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this year I went on the mission trip.  I don’t know why but I went.  we went to oklahoma and spent a day in texas.  we missed our first flight.  we got a quick flight to Houston where I thought we were going to be stuck until we died.  they split our group and sent me and 4 kids to new orleans (to connect to dallas) and as we were getting off the plane we heard the last call for that flight.  we made it and got to dallas.  I asked the lady at the counter where andy and the rest of the kids were and she said what do you mean they are in Houston.  I told her no.  because andy told me they were on a plane about to take off (I just didn’t know where to and when they would get to dallas with us).  she looked and said what is your name…I told her…and she said oh it looks like you are still in Houston too!  so apparently there was a black hole in Houston (I believe it) but she finally found that andy and one youth was on a plane to Tulsa (I knew he was with the rest).  we were reunited and the rest of the trip was very go with the flow.

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while my group was stuck in dallas we were sure we would never see our friends again.  we knew we would be stuck forever.  we made plans to get jobs while we waited when we ran out of money.  we planned our meals.  we found with outlets a corner and hunkered down.

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waiting to load the rental van.  it was so hot.


we did yard work and some minor building repairs at a church (associated with the Choctaw tribe).  there were some down times, so we did a lot of random photos (trying to do best impressions of band cover photos, awkward family photo, or just weird photos)

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we saw some wild life a toad that went to sleep.  and a snake.  not a rattle snake but let’s be honest any snake is pretty much a cobra.

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in some of the down time I got to walk around the church campus and down the road to get pictures.

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we explored the town a little bit.


the people there were wonderful to be around and fed us amazing food.  at the end of our time there they gave us handmade gifts.  on the last day while two of the youth were helping finish up a project the rest of them played volley ball.  you could tell how happy that made the church members.  they talked a lot about the hope that our youth gave them.DSCN7256 DSCN7264 DSCN7292

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putting up with group photo shoot

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our cabins were nice.


on our free day we went to a lake (that was still flooded from a few weeks before).  we went to the casino for lunch.  we were told that there was a lot to do at the casino for kids (but that part wasn’t open yet).  we went to a durant.  there wasn’t much to do there.  but we made the most of it.

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we went to texas to the childrens home.  we helped with some yard work.  pulling weeds and trimming trees and bushes.  it was miserably hot and humid.  but we were able to work slow and take a lot of breaks.

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we celebrated with a night on the town in denton, tx.  it was a wonderful little town.  we had a blast.  we shopped.  had dinner.  had ice cream.  listened to music.  and at 9:19 it was still 94 degrees outside.

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we made it to the airport early just to be sure we didn’t miss another flight…only to have that flight delayed.  it didn’t matter.  we made it and I survived.



this year we had a bigger group so we had two houses.  we had a blast.  it was a very fun dynamic group of kids.  one of the houses (our main house) was close enough to events to where kids came and went.  we had a great porch that over looked people walking to and from different places and so our kids would yell “hey” as people walked by.  we became known as the “hey porch house.”  I will say I was very proud of my kids.  one of our youth got stung so I asked if anyone had any tobacco products to put on the sting (no punishment or questions asked – and everyone said no)!  we had tent city next to our porch.  at the girls house we had a cut out of a coyote and it kept moving around the house.  it was pretty funny.

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kick off the school year right!

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we made our own color chalk and did games with the chalk….it didn’t work out as well.  next time we will just buy the stuff.  it smelled funny, was the consistency of weird jello, and the kids spread it on the ground and rolled in it to try to get it to stick.

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I think that catches me up from church activities.  I know there were a lot of things I didn’t have my camera for, but this is a taste of the past year thus far!

home sweet home

we bought a house!  we closed on it in january and took our time moving in.  we wanted to scrub the house, replace the carpet, and paint the inside.  we decided that it would be easiest to do this while the house was empty.  even though we didn’t want to spend the money, we decided it would be quicker if we hired someone to paint.  we called to get an estimate and in the mean time picked out new carpet.  we asked if they could pull up the carpet so that we could paint the rooms.  they did.  we still hadn’t heard back from the painters, so we decided to start (so that the new carpet could be put down).  once we started we just continued on.  my mom helped remove a wallpaper border in the kitchen and cleaned the fridge!  once we had the carpet and the paint we moved on in (it took about a month to get everything ready).  we have a garage and I love it, but I wouldn’t let us park in it until our boxes were unpacked (so it wouldn’t get messy).  I have loved it (especially in the rain)!  now that it is getting colder outside I can’t wait to not have to scrape ice off my windshield!

we have a beautiful view of the mountains and the sunrise from our windows and porch.


the first time pulling into our garage the night we closed!


not long after we moved in we got snow.  it was beautiful! Otis loved it (he got to wear his sweater)!

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grandmamma coming to see the house for the first time.  she was more interested in our garden area and plants.  she came back a few weeks later and helped andy trim rose bushes.

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another beautiful sunrise.


apparently robins come back to the same nest year after year.  so we had a nest with several eggs in it.  baby birds are ugly.  I was just getting used to them and they flew away.  didn’t even say goodbye.

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we tried our hand at gardening.  we had strawberries (but didn’t get to eat any because of bunnies and birds), squash, zucchini, and tomatoes.  we got so much out of the garden and it was fun.  the food was amazing.

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some inside pictures

[master bedroom]

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[master bathroom]

ignore the dog drinking out of the shower…

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we will use this room as a nursery when the time comes, but for now it is my sewing room so that I can lay out my projects and put the baby gate up so Otis doesn’t mess up the fabric.


[guest bathroom]

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[guest bedroom]

in charlotte right before we put the house on the market we did the guest bedroom very similar to this design.  my parents got the frames at an auction and we loved the look so we did the green stripe to high light the dark wood of the frames.  i loved the look in charlotte and was glad that andy let me do it again here!

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we aren’t done with the office yet.  the desk in the picture was a treasure find from ginger and sandy.  it is currently in the garage being sanded and stained.  once the desk is done we will start looking for some sort of chair to put in place of the guitars.  i keep going back and forth from a real over sized chair, to a bean bag…still haven’t made up my mind.

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left: looking from our bedroom towards the office.  right: looking from the office back to the master bedroom

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[living room]

ignore the sewing table…it isn’t a permanent fixture of our living room (sort of).

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we didn’t love the landscaping along the driveway and near the house, so we are in phase one of who knows how many to get it how we want it.  (pulling bushes is so much easier when you have a tractor).

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beautiful rainbow on 10/28/15

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i think that pretty much is our new house and the things related to it.  hopefully soon we will have more pictures on what we have been able to do to the outside of the house.

cruising, wedding, and ringing in 2015

andy and I were booked for a cruise for may 2014.  we were so excited to be planning another vacation and then 2 unexpected things happened.  1. dad crushed his heel not long before we were to leave and 2. we got a wedding invitation to kendra and cliff’s wedding for right after Christmas – and they were getting married on a cruise.

we knew that we wouldn’t be able to go on two cruises in one year and we didn’t know if my dad was going to have surgery and I didn’t want to be that far away from home if he did.  so we called the cruise line and got our reservation changed.  one of the best decisions we made.  we got to go on a perfect vacation, see a wonderful marriage of two amazing people, and ring in the new year in style!

our boat was leaving from fort lauderdale, fl on sunday so we got up early Saturday morning (before the sun) and loaded up dad’s truck and away we went.


we made it to fl and met up with my brother and blair for dinner.

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we made it to the port sunday after killing time shopping and driving around.  we went through security and after dad got his new knife taken away from him (he got it back when we got back) we boarded the boat.  there is something about walking through the walk way and to the boat.

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we loved our room.  it was a little bigger than the room we had on the last cruise.  we had a love seat in our room.  (I think my parents were jealous).  they were around the corner and down the hall from us in a room that only had a chair (because of a connecting door).  and like last time, we had a port hole in our room so we could watch the waves and the ocean.

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the wedding was different.  I had never been to a wedding on a cruise with the captain officiating.  we went to the chapel and had champagne while we waiting on the ceremony to start and once all the parties where there, we watched as two wonderful people exchanged vows and rings.

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(back to the wedding)

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to the beautiful reception

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the first stop on the cruise was to the grand caymens.  we did our own self walking tour right around the port.  we didn’t stray too far but we did a little bit of shopping.  I love all of the towel animals.

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we made a point to try to go to all of the shows.  on our first cruise we didn’t get to many of them and we talked about wanting to make sure that we did on this cruise.

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kendra arranged for us to all sit in the same area at meal times.  we had a little trouble getting into the group since we transferred cruises, but we finally got it fixed to where we were sitting in the same area as the group.  we were at a small table with another couple from the wedding group.  allison and chris.  we had a good time with them (hopefully they did with us as well).

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we enjoyed after dinner festivities around the boat.

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the next port was jamaica.  we knew our room was close to where we got off the boat so I put my book in the window so that we could find our room.  we walked around inside the port area, but we also went outside the gate and walked around a little bit.

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after dinner we were invited to join the group in new year’s festivities.  they reserved the bridge for our group only.  it was so much fun to be with everyone (and to not be in the crowd below).  we definitely brought in the new year in style.

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the next stop was haiti

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