tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16318296487124960532024-03-05T09:35:36.615-06:00jae lindsay & aaronjae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-14144463304256366832010-03-17T22:02:00.001-05:002010-03-17T22:02:41.731-05:00ch-ch-ch-changes around the chaloner household.<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqwVzEoXHy4_4NzpmfEcBMgitjw3FPZxU5bhklavXyFo-qTPkD9EGKIJH0T9UNJUOSjNqicixkqCHE80t-Qe2cOIeGElLs5_L4RMaitSAXxcwgde63df9uuU9EyYh3swES6ujc2sdLzFn/s1600-h/IMG_4231%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_4231" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="484" alt="IMG_4231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBljiEV1nqcS1SWjtSnPgi6Dw6LbRalmFFAS3RYrDLYa84SWv51fTbhoZc96QT7snPXUzd3d4ExeQhGFOhyzCTw5qneZBrmtVk_Ab_NqxW-mxmV3TdreDgBm1WF99klzoegYP4lzvWDkCQ/?imgmax=800" width="347" border="0" /></a> </p> <blockquote> <p align="center"><font size="5">…and <font color="#0000ff" size="7">Yorick</font> makes three.</font></p> <p align="center"><em></em></p> <p align="center"><em>testing, 1,2…anyone still tuned in to this little page?</em>  <br />What do you say, time for a little reunion? </p></blockquote> jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-57586101320012175972009-11-03T20:30:00.001-06:002009-11-03T20:34:04.922-06:00<p>we interrupt this blog for…<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMp2xz5gC-dcjMr5lswlnhU7unWpkdFEhU6P3Dij8VmAB97BrqQrzJI1SApoRbeCP3IeLpd6p-sDMGPQ9hR4skfGzhlyul1vRFQc50TxXqPArsYCwknmSEdbQle36L9aCwuoCwyQ_M_i6h/s1600-h/IMG_3251%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_3251" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_3251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BgrMu0LuNYzq9bQpdi81tYR5B94R_kFmlxbBTssyHG_BDkZ4wMDTDoI9uV9W5pStZ0jUjXYfvcFnWrKsUn7mCbUDmRRcq7o_SDlpmadeg7yhe8vJNLaE7PlJfraMMe-Cr-kercgJCEJ2/?imgmax=800" width="149" align="right" border="0" /></a></p> <p><font color="#000000"><font size="4">dinners out.</font> dinners in. <font size="5">football season</font>. <font size="3">bridal showers</font>. little shop of horrors.<font size="3"> 26 and 27th birthday celebrations</font>. shopping and <font size="3">decorating</font>. <font size="5">weddings</font> for family. weddings for friends. <font size="4">petroleum club</font>. the state<font size="6"> fair</font>. movies. <font size="3">visitors in town</font>. the <font size="5">zoo</font>. the plaza district <font size="5">festival.</font> more <font size="3">visitors</font> in town. <font size="4">hot tubs</font>. dogs. <font size="3">pedicures</font>. <font size="6">U2</font>. um, U2 four rows from the stage. <font size="4">pumpkin</font> cheesecake. bar and<font size="4"> </font><font size="3">lounge</font>. <font size="3">bike</font> riding.<font size="4"> parties</font>. <em>not</em> having surgery after all.<font size="5"> fall</font> nights. <font size="4">fall leaves</font>. cozy <font size="3">fireplace</font>. <font size="5">baylor</font> homecoming. <font size="3">bonfire</font>. old <font size="4">friends</font>. death of a <font size="5">vw</font>.<font size="3"> sweeney todd</font> at the lyric. finding out that</font><font size="4"><font color="#000000"><em> </em>I</font><font color="#008080"> <font size="6">passed</font> </font><font color="#000000">my board exams!</font></font></p> jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-86490854472854049842009-10-02T22:15:00.001-05:002009-10-02T22:15:50.810-05:00such great heights.<p>So, I put on jeans for the first time in months.</p> <p>{this is not significant because of the changing fall weather.} <br />This was delightful because it meant I was wearing something other than “work clothes” or pajamas, or ‘study sweats’. It meant I was going ‘out’…out to meet an old college roomie, out to Cuppies-and-Joe, out on the town with my husband. Out with <i>plans</i>. </p> <p>Back to the land of the living, as my mother would say. <br />Let’s not take this free time for granted, shall we? <br />It’s amazing how much ‘time’ there is now, when you have waking hours that don’t involve study + work {or + anything else, but feeling really stressed and guilty because I’m wasn’t doing the former}. The old adage of realizing something’s value when it’s been stripped away.</p> <p>I’ve already used by newfound free time for good… cooking, baking up a delicious treat for my birthday boy (Velvet Devil’s Food Cake with coffee buttercream frosting from <a href="http://www.cooksillustrated.com/">Cooks Illustrated</a>}, planting flowers and decorating for fall, catching up with family, visiting the state fair, planning a bridal shower, shopping til I drop, cleaning {yes, this is even a luxury.}, enjoying our houseguests--especially Griffin--this week, throwing myself shamelessly into fall season premieres, planning a hiking trip-slash-zoo trip-slash-plaza district festival for this weekend, and just enjoying the freedom. </p> <p>The test, you ask? </p> <p>Well, we all agree it was just weird. I think I did okay, I think I <i>probably</i> passed. But, with that kind of test, you just really wouldn’t be too surprised either way. It was unpredictable in that it was very psychosocial/counseling based. Situation X, what would you <i>say/do</i> next? Those are so subjective, and often not well written. Not that that isn’t a part of our training and our profession, it’s just a difficult skill to assess on a multiple choice exam. It was disappointing, and frustrating, and didn’t feel like the best assessment of my skills as a GC. On the upside, I don’t feel like there was anything I would have really done differently to prepare. I felt very capable and confident with the material that I knew, but felt a little let down that the questions didn’t dig very deep in the science. Regardless of what happens, I feel “better for it” after studying so hard these last few months, even if some of it was overkill. This is the first year to test out this new format. So, we were little test subjects, with no way to anticipate what those long four hours would be like. The same sentiments are shared across the board, and from what I gather, across the country as well. We’re all sitting in the same boat, just waiting for our scores. Hoping we’ll be able to place those three little letters after our title, and moreso I think just hoping we won’t have to endure another summer at the books.</p> <p>Oh well, for now…it’s OVER.</p> <p>…<i>and how have </i><b>you</b><i> been</i>? </p> jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-19329737468794933472009-09-19T13:12:00.000-05:002009-09-19T13:13:13.130-05:00<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN88HyWr_VkpV0qG9S-tcXfu_vsFu9BkocEbieh-G0_BqIxIW6-mVur9o9Z97XHX1ls7NNIpF8tIV2_ZuP37ksxY5tAsrR6pJMHcALog3XblNOBwKuKjhnse8CbKYfitTvN-dL3uA3IO99/s1600-h/motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c89088457d49171%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c89088457d49171" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="484" alt="motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c89088457d49171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMub3817iWRoJUBj69u55hXuZnCqsb9HAHcMkGjD5HunAIVWOsKDqLGn0L9hx7jyQalLyfw316qm9WHzbrPWOcSCCLy_YD3x3KeNkbxUkWL9rhukxM5TDlpa3JFJk-zT2qeotS__6sRNEo/?imgmax=800" width="604" border="0" /></a></p> jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-79781176135701108022009-09-16T11:56:00.000-05:002009-09-16T11:57:13.722-05:00Wish list.<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE-IORqHNNvKIOQTNUha7Mjz7i7HFLja0cLolLaI39XiyEO8wKOT0QXrinMGfqVvB6-ctCW8k-_vuN6nijaT8vgK8o8RRPuhL33w7Gs1FZPeBRvDw7i1LSDpXGkSATvyLXkarW8w1Mg5tN/s1600-h/930084_009_b%5B15%5D.jpg"><img title="930084_009_b" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="500" alt="930084_009_b" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAUTKxLagjyAUa7UOlqpoE0tb04ZnLOC8pD94HpDoa7Nf3_0Xp_Cr1YdMLwgdY7xXtAzQVbv6cngJzqX_m4v1fjuI98rC9uv5Oqfwm0XFcbK-S8fv9lXZTc3njwm7GlIUEJ53txF-uDB7/?imgmax=800" width="340" align="right" border="0" /></a>Let’s pretend that I was going to buy myself a reward for studying my bum off for this exam next week…</p> <p>well then, I think I’ve found the object of my affection.</p> <p>It’s probably way flattering, no? </p> <p>It’s probably 178$, no? </p> <p>It reminds me of our wedding. black + white + green. I saw it in <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=930084&parentid=CLOTHES-DRESSES&pushId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&popId=CLOTHES&sortProperties=&navCount=25&navAction=top&fromCategoryPage=true&selectedProductSize=&selectedProductSize1=&color=009&colorName=BLACK%20MOTIF&isSubcategory=true">anthropologie</a> with Carly and thought it would have made an awesome bridesmaid dress. </p> <p>with that price-tag, all hard-working aside, It’s going to have to stay on its mannequin.</p> <p>…<em>maybe if I PASS</em> my exam? </p> <p>well, maybe I’ll add it to my ebay-search-list {for those of you who don’t know, you can snag a lot of great new-with-tags clothes from just holding out a few months after they hit stores.} Let’s hope this little gem finds it way on there soon.</p> jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-28394608962646183912009-09-02T20:14:00.005-05:002009-09-03T18:57:18.291-05:00swedish rock band, Europe's, popular 1986 hit.<span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Things I’m looking forward to</strong></span>:<br /><ul><li>Veg Fest 09. (must out-do Veg fest ’08) – to kick off the night that I take boards.<br />{Veg fest means Aaron and I ‘veg out’…lounge around on the couch, watching movies, ordering pizza. enjoying some red vino. It means we turn off our phones, we can’t do any chores, pay any bills, run any errands, or do ANYTHING that we do not want to do. It’s the ultimate indulgence.}</li><li>Cooking in my pretty, new kitchen.</li><li>seeing more of my friends and my family.</li><li>Planting flowers in our garden. Mom? Teresa? Help, please. <em>maybe I'm not even supposed to plant this time of year. I don't even know that.</em></li><li>Shopping. {sigh} </li><li>Shopping for le house. Finally getting to do all the fun decorating, browsing, and even blog-stalking all the cute, creative interior design sites. And see the last few boxes sent out to the curb. </li><li>Planning our weekend away {celebrating birthdays + test completions}… we’ve tossed around going to a B & B winery in Texas? Or Silver Dollar City in Missouri?... what do you think, where should we go? </li><li>catching up with editing and uploading all my photos.</li><li>updating this little site for my ridiculous following. {cue laughter} no, really, but I have missed it. </li><li>Sitting. Just coming home, and relaxing. Sitting on our back patio, grilling out with Aaron, sitting in the hammock and {gasp} reading for fun. </li><li>Loving on my sweet husband who's been like mr. suzy homemaker this past month. cooking for me, cleaning (even the bathrooms people), shopping for groceries, taking care of every little thing so I could focus on studying. UH-mazing. I've never felt so appreciative, I think acts-of-service would definitely be my "love language".</li><li>celebrating our emancipation with the other lovely ladies going for the "C" in CGC. Hot tub parties, pedicures and champagne. oh yeah, we know the key to motivation is sweet rewards.</li><li>Living in ignorant bliss until November-December when we find out our scores. </li><li>Going down to Dallas to stay with Carly & Adam. </li><li>celebrating Julie's wedding in Lubbock.</li><li>Camping. ‘tis the season, right? </li><li>Baylor Homecoming …which is shaping up to be a possible class of ’05 reunion. </li><li>Bringing down the ‘fall décor’. {there’s a bunch!} Oh, how you pumpkins, leaves, oranges-browns-golds make me smile. And, now to have a cozy <span style="font-size:130%;">home</span> as my canvas...?</li></ul><p>I'll leave you with a little tease for fall. This shot was taken by my lovely friend Hannah. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377391300518255346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4y8U705ISMc8ZvUXDmqAEOLoC7kU25iwHhsG-EGgQmUgrcwrZ0KYO-zzVPzaC3BDC9tbBkI4xHsB-TtX_jdTj6S7kK_HNdEEd1LlE4fXQjaovqSZ4AAvjfCdOTYWNKIHxSuCAtu8wREme/s320/n150801216_30586378_3181.jpg" border="0" />Always been one of my favorites. taken...where else? back in Tennessee. see you in a measley ol' 19 days. wish me luck. </p>jae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-74786217494407201512009-08-16T16:12:00.005-05:002009-08-16T16:22:09.987-05:00Emancipation.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4u95pVymLQgVOYgwfBvgLaZMfJdid5a_IusSpf-Eo3OlxKKV0bMJ41Suk32s-xusiyaFGQciEJ_cLxUX0GAnf08MDxQ02Nx7oyR6UfEzDt3vVV-483kyqJwY1Q2hFE0g6bFOuBvBXUZE/s1600-h/CalendarVague.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370673956381157026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf4u95pVymLQgVOYgwfBvgLaZMfJdid5a_IusSpf-Eo3OlxKKV0bMJ41Suk32s-xusiyaFGQciEJ_cLxUX0GAnf08MDxQ02Nx7oyR6UfEzDt3vVV-483kyqJwY1Q2hFE0g6bFOuBvBXUZE/s200/CalendarVague.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Sept 22nd</span></strong>: Genetic counseling board exam in progress 9 am to 1 pm.<br />{my excused absense from blogging during this 2+ month hiatus}<br />With 25,000 genes in the human genome, you can imagine I've been a little preoccupied, no?<br /><br />Here's to hoping your summer has been much more fun than mine!<br />{I can't complain though can I? ...the <em>ultimate-study-break</em> to <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Belize</strong></span> almost makes up for it.} <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370673284221620226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-odLNVVJ4Qg5V1a4TRCI_GoPTXn58TmDazlQJRrspk4VZwmNsaXUIrsuedPGwH-n-knRpPitsiKRfPaSa8nePIISbmkQ9_ZCwqfgce-C28KXkhDWLRcrBFZcMwpEWUBSu0ntFT513wZQ/s320/IMG_2663.JPG" border="0" /> Beautiful pictures and lots of stories to come when "<em>free time</em>" is reintroduced into my calendar.<br /><br />I can't wait to catch up with all my long lost (read:<em> closest</em>} friends & family post test day. Thank you for your patience and understanding during this very hermit-y, even-worse-than-I-was about returning phone calls, selfish time.<br /><br />Thank you, in advance, for all of your prayers.jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-32291980033899418412009-07-15T20:37:00.004-05:002009-07-15T20:49:10.586-05:00curb your enthusiasm.L<a name="_MailAutoSig">et the countdown begin….</a><br />We’re beach-bound in 8 days. <em>Could we BE more ready for a vacation? </em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358866853702122882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjg2Od2EdB1kdOczpEPKLKxOdoQg7P3m4G45S4Ndu3J2wb5YkGv2kF3p4fkc92RrlWFLGOzPW4VjAE1tlWbbVWTmz3Yd8O2ifJFmnzhrAMYsUL7GDFOza2EHny1fp3Ob-blXXH7VOUzDoi/s400/2e4ab1.jpg" border="0" />Don’t hate us, <em>but</em>.<br />This is the view from the window of the house we’re staying in. Holy Starfish.<br />I can’t stop looking at it… beautiful, peaceful, serene, relaxing.<br />I can't remember ever wanting to just take a 'break' more than this.<br />I can already feel the sand between my toes...jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-78776622194268150862009-07-11T14:38:00.004-05:002009-07-11T14:45:18.432-05:00this is us, playing house.…you still with us?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdJ7Ah9APO8KLDhzcdvgiN8C7N9PPh35B-RybVQWADKoC2jmExkEHOrJLgA1fGbOQ70LPJUvAUNvpwMquPUKLKWlgCSUPwfX4BwM10jdOW36rcmwTeuqhluWGizMoFGTixFomWAQ_4AWf/s1600-h/IMG_2446.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357289448438701346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdJ7Ah9APO8KLDhzcdvgiN8C7N9PPh35B-RybVQWADKoC2jmExkEHOrJLgA1fGbOQ70LPJUvAUNvpwMquPUKLKWlgCSUPwfX4BwM10jdOW36rcmwTeuqhluWGizMoFGTixFomWAQ_4AWf/s400/IMG_2446.JPG" border="0" /></a>We’re just getting settled in…and it. is. wonderful.<br />We have about 93% of the boxes unpacked, put away, and organized.<br />{nothing like having 3 visitors headed your way to spend a holiday weekend to get your butt-in-gear.}<br />We haven’t really done the “decorating” part yet, except for the obvious week of painting.<br />We’re just happy to let that kind of evolve, once September rolls around {after I take boards} I’ll have time for all that fun stuff. Instead of rushing it, I’ll just wait & let that be my reward!<br />But even without a lot of stuff everywhere, it’s so warm, comfortable, cozy. We really love it.<br />I know, I know, <em>quit yapping about it and post some pictures already</em>…<br />But, until I get it all set up at least a little, I’d rather just wait for one big REVEAL! {you can tell that the only channel # I've committed to memory on our new satellite is HGTV.}<br />For my handful of faithful readers, the posts will probably be few & far between from now thru the GC board exams. But, you understand, sweet dears.<br />I DO have lots of photos from all the recent goings-on, lots of stories, and lessons–learned from our new dive into the pool of homeownership. But, they too, will just have to hang on.<br />So, I don’t have time to stick around. I have to study. And go seal the grout on our new tile floors. And stain the fence.<br />Ahh… welcome home.jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-54536789160229306962009-06-20T01:45:00.000-05:002009-06-22T22:05:03.287-05:00happy homeowners.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JzUNad4gv5KwSgbnlYwK2nkS-XCu_pAXk6xwfm-WFx8EMfmbMP9AZ8sMkgYLey9fGu66XRBcs2MNHoFMAfD35AL3Hk2ImnNEqJEO9xGGCgv7Fj_ddo14dNLxHku1SAR3ZnCY6B94s1tN/s1600-h/IMG_2367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352055055584882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JzUNad4gv5KwSgbnlYwK2nkS-XCu_pAXk6xwfm-WFx8EMfmbMP9AZ8sMkgYLey9fGu66XRBcs2MNHoFMAfD35AL3Hk2ImnNEqJEO9xGGCgv7Fj_ddo14dNLxHku1SAR3ZnCY6B94s1tN/s320/IMG_2367.JPG" border="0" /></a> Moving day is tomorrow! We’re about to spend the last night in our little apartment, the place we called home for our first two crazy years of marriage. I thought I’d be more sad to ‘see it go’, but as soon as you start packing all your things away and stripping the walls of everything that made it ‘home’ to you, it slowly edges back to that blank canvas that we moved into. …and all the emotions get channeled into the excitement of moving into and creating our first <em>house-home</em>.<br />It’s been quite the wild ride this week – from closing on Monday, painting every night this week {we had some awesome help, thank you to <em>Michael, Teresa, Melody, Kara, Corey, Julie, & Jay</em>…we could not have been ready to move by Saturday without your fantastic painting skills!}<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352061907980002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqaD3_oMf68uHDyxaqA_KOiaJPy6ZNEp0CVMPJlU_0hpZGZutEC6j1g3n0Fa6WwypGvHW2hotVDLDJn1zI_0kzI__pU8CwmgnWSNC-IOUkwkDub56sV0JDKAZiwpnI04g6c6-ekQS2qbC/s320/june+20091.jpg" border="0" />..we had some hiccups, like the mismatched ‘touch up’ paint can in the master bedroom {oh, man. But it’s fixed now.} and then our living room read ‘POOP’ where Aaron tested some paint colors and then the flat color we chose didn’t completely cover up the semi-gloss. <em>Homeowners? Adults? You wouldn’t believe it. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352060103037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDh6jh0XErY1Fo3tBJ1D6ecQGw8RImt4ajCZmvE1ys7UeIBl8h8nlxHMENzmZd15uwXi733b374n-GD-r2zgZz6XxEAcxbkyEu732Cos1s7HCAIHV-RdO89XOYALvChq1UDsnF3LQZTxeZ/s320/IMG_2381.JPG" border="0" /></em>Well, it’s time to go close up the last few boxes, pause, and glance around the room with a reflective stare, recalling all the memories in a fast-forward film reel…<br /><br />“I’m pooped”.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350353221909497506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccUkRPebeTmMmLigzvNsABghDpcdflolH7awM8sJf34w66e6zRA2p2nfy1w9fs6RRxp0BnhZISggqBO_1f8kXeWMZSiaOJiuGCXt5VEU1LcQA41LEt-SLSthxxSvy4JTHptOpcg8gEky8/s320/IMG_2369.JPG" border="0" />jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-66252212868552144372009-06-07T19:49:00.009-05:002009-06-07T20:13:14.377-05:00productive weekend. indeed.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQLPNd1Hxram7oxCoh41_GXFi7nwXyXLOWVeGj7dKx3f4eIV6xrQyeC88QGE7QFrxfvloXkrzBWOgva-TUtcz9B9XwDgqi7aGLtV0UJkPQdRILmOayOhq9-_PKEVeBexyOCGwsb0s1qki/s1600-h/0607091909.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344752578935881298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQLPNd1Hxram7oxCoh41_GXFi7nwXyXLOWVeGj7dKx3f4eIV6xrQyeC88QGE7QFrxfvloXkrzBWOgva-TUtcz9B9XwDgqi7aGLtV0UJkPQdRILmOayOhq9-_PKEVeBexyOCGwsb0s1qki/s320/0607091909.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">I thought this move might potentially be easier now that we weren't moving <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">two</span></strong></em> {bachelor-and-bachelorette} apartments at the same time. No sir, I was wrong, now I know that any move <em>post-wedding-showers</em> trumps that. </div><div align="center"><em>How do people do this with kiddos and jobs? -and- out of more than 900 square feet?</em> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Not pictured = other rooms with stacks of boxes, furniture, multiple trips to the dumpster, piles of yard-sale/donation items. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">{speaking of which, a special thanks to the chaloners for allowing us to add some loot to their yard sale this weekend without actually being in attendance... we made an extra 150$ that'll be going toward paint and supplies for our new digs!}<br /><em><br />...i think i can. i think i can.</em> </div>jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-17890485494152989032009-06-04T18:31:00.000-05:002009-06-04T18:33:13.741-05:00sigh.<div align="left">As I sit here in a pile of clothes, bags, boxes, packing tape… I’m wondering how I was able to enjoy such a carefree weekend just days ago. They say ignorance is bliss, I suppose. Well my goofy grin reflects quite the absence of deep consideration and planning that now tangles up my thoughts. This is way more than I had bargained for. {And you know what an over-analyzer, think-it-all-througher I am. So, I already had a lot on the bargaining shelf…}<br /><br />Well, the shelf broke from the sheer weight of it all.<br />So, now I sit in a pile of mess.<br />Literally, and figuratively. {the annoyance of packing, the hassle of moving, the exciting but time-consuming painting and decorating and shopping, and the stress of the approaching GC board exams closing in on me – <em>that’s the big enjoyment-sucker in all of this</em> --… all, after the chaotic day at my full-time job at the hospital}<br /><br />I shouldn’t be complaining. This is what we wanted! A house, a home. For that I’m pumped, but secretly wishing the next month of my life away. And, practically, we weighed all of these things when making such an important decision in the first place, and decided it was worth it. It’s not the financial investment, for that, I feel comfortable and I’m proud {but of course, I had <em>that</em> little freak-out early on too.} …It’s the part in all of us that wishes for more hours in a day. It’s just a little overwhelming all things happening at once. I really am excited, I swear!<br /><br />So, I continue in prayer. For my sanity. For my organization. For my patience. For my fatigue. For my wonderful husband. For my ear-infections in both ears… ok, enough. debbie downer stops now. <em>Or, for now.</em> :)<br /><br />Now, let me take you back to an earlier, more relaxed time:<br />A Saturday afternoon at the amusement park spent riding rides, eating ridiculously unhealthy fare, watching the “talented” {ehm} performers, and enjoying the day together.<br />Not bad, considering the tickets were a mere 50 cents apiece.<br /><br />The name of our local park is Frontier City. Now some folk say “Frawn-tier” and some say “Fruun-tier”. It’s a matter of opinion really. </div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054984949554978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaoSWlnAX_cCvKnQVY6EEDBwh6FUW8eadBkJ6DR4Qmjqyh8QGYZdFtuWDaMtp6oRasz8EHxmuNMyKtz8CIX8BTcru9FvEwiugqxRh9Ycpu2FDo1Ca-X5yFliGmgW4Lkft_z_k6PD1OzVW/s320/P5300486.JPG" border="0" /> It really is a great little park, fun rides & never really all that crowded.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054691748282898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwt_t6LX2YEmpPxW-ErWK37yQxUilJDv8XBD3fH31ZZavKOoyys5YiFOpCOmj8kaNB-fElHcmpG4-53VNNtVIHvR-KwsnUoJi45qKVr6zgvru9OYDmpTqlEBknAqvfXlGAfCUxBSzC-bEN/s320/P5300462.JPG" border="0" />Melody enjoying a snack before the ride… that amusement park food can get pretty pricey.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054702367238546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUeASDgaPMisMDlx4g3AzTZVNFhxnpTILNaCa9xrrlFcY1WVi96FeI28SFAA2TPcNMv_jYeGblXvbPEyGlig-yQ0O_68XwjNfttTHV82QcYqo7b8vft4xLLCRB5wgyTZM_EOM4PT9K97-h/s320/P5300463.JPG" border="0" />For this photo, my camera risked his little life.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054708572446130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vhOWtnX57BDDIge53Yvu0eAM8vmxeNqw6OvGv2okPms3HS_OY6jYA2aQ97ERMBdjEU_DV7ixpAr4eCAFWPkg8f5rOtwAbDB4euCjgUp2AJcb5V02OryO3gvKZ0f2XN4aEWgrEd_f3RIk/s320/P5300476.JPG" border="0" />Do you scream on roller-coasters? Hold your arms up high in the air? Pray that you don’t lose your churro?<br /></p><p align="center">Did you know that Six Flags is cutting back its employees? The first job cut was the ‘roller-coaster-photograph-screener’, whose job it was to keep inappropriate snapshots off of the viewing TVs. Seriously, that’s a job? I guess to some that could be really boring, or really exciting.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054706637741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgDHxVUvwvZPtxgvsAx2gS6afuXjygckeq2_TkOl_Gwk7QBbV2GjBQekSBN-26xDzMqFjk7FVwGqu0aHbuc-vd1AMO0w5UBnkWDcD_DL0WpIWDugSxTcNMSw-Szqm8JYea4OnrL6rqWZs/s320/P5300465.JPG" border="0" />A “splashing success”…<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054714839399298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-fThkGNKSxaA1EVC_oXSp_3D9UIBeiBrK-KtQecnkGJ9w1DzAulqa3CwnPrHH2pOvYBZMqBS_z_vNIXyyiiupQ6SMfRbtGLyhMG0W3n14rv4XXDmB2Q4CdJEugT24oa0rI7B97lXiazI/s320/P5300489.JPG" border="0" />These two clowns got busted for crack-axling.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054982397916130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrJ5Wz_pibt0QthYMYtmG_fmbeA0phXGASL_e9FUGYtiyyFYZirDIlLGcnrs3BIlYFi0ZbACGcX_bD9sKshOtyRC5JQFXiBfUlIhXfQ5cLbCM8AUH3Z28W3NcbtBQ2t08USO7zptMoQLV/s320/P5300495.JPG" border="0" />Closing out the day with a ride on the ferris wheel, Melody’s favorite part. </p><p>Well, our internet is kind of touch and go these days, not to mention we’ve got a big move coming up! So, while we’re away, know that we’ll be doing this for a while: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295099322984530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOPkp4_8QEO-mRn4hYnltx9LObbdxn79on3Sg03DUMkFvn4Xbx-bvCuAdSe9cIJdDg7jn7KaMYtfzRAFtTtTqCzlXB2GZAnEF-xrWCwzYvfPaF8_OjgNVoZ12DzMiIfsOPF38tT4LYMTj/s320/packing.jpg" border="0" /> Then, if all goes well, <em>this</em> on June 15th: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295652067876754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciDz45PrboMF02eqQIVoo2duxErLHyvM3t7O_0pFJWhMMJeb8vqPTe7FmJLD4lAfCDD2hFfcrkHJqQSg_UH9lOLa1hc05KhkXHnDT5fgRNYxNLf9kJNOjhTGqNVrZtFojHF5Q-Ds4Nw7F/s320/383-signing-loan.jpg" border="0" />Then we're installing this: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295097708317570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EVyR_GLbwpUgEXSEjBFLGQ85tV2YhzJ4jCiEH996_aDyWMzVoMM4VT3cnhtc0Z4HeB9_oeXjFu_i9KOo_bN9kO7P9SSl23IByRiDE7yy6055XgyD8XGr5LGZBFso3Ez-xTHzvCD1g3BT/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" />And then doing lots of this:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295649988361506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRSgqNYNdJQWYMhrzhkqwLeyP6Gu-swHyt963DovoreR9IA-U0zq1HKcYu5-e4MKEMhBkz_jHNwZ9HF0DomBsKQ5IZDlyS-TiBL2H3GMm7fidH0GxTcoCvqThO7rc-VV0KXnQyBmFqJXcU/s320/girl-painting-wall-red-main_Full.jpg" border="0" />Thanks both to Corey & Kara’s lovely housewarming gift packed with loads of painting goodies and also to all the ‘volunteers’ who’ve offered to lend a painting hand, we’re hoping it won’t take too terribly long.<br /><em>…now if I could just pick out which colors?</em> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295097836346578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULAyTyX5sW_Pqp4p7Vw6dTpqR-6CwauB-jn1olrOMPr0ux0GrS4IAVbyU_M7fGVo7V5RLqZJl_T3lDm2KFgeqypjJiKDz1HtwgMvCJ0oqUGYM9bCK6BmwAIT1220uZmAO_CszfKEeu9-_/s320/paint-swatches.jpg" border="0" />Any suggestions of do’s or don’ts much appreciated. [comment button below, hint hint.]<br /><br />And, last but not least, this:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295101891783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaRJ0sqA7cUBq07LkyOmV3FHUvB6UZcVC2-Q9u5XL2dRrqx4syA32L5eHQGlJ01DTvYUcYZSAjPvWSL7TaXF8NCS48lOeLEVzYiDDgJyJHy4d3f_bGmMH1bHVJGImDOurctzZS8nHSqzZ/s320/moving.jpg" border="0" /> And then some settling in, grilling out, planting flowers, sitting on our back patio...<br /><br />…<em>and then, just maybe, you might hear from us again. </em></p><p><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295093677593570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5lBZ1aeOiWXPKhvA6XU3qAOsqdlzsyGKulE6RQcZdV-fIZpFE7NQ6Xs2eokDuw4GoP_gV1UDIlr_Z_HaLe5GY5Vw1wZoH2rGQCZJ53WeQSQPadbWS4Xnxmdkc7hl2uiA-J7W4zFQ9GV3/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /></em></p>jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-10106030273982744362009-05-30T07:01:00.000-05:002009-06-02T21:17:08.151-05:00holy matrimony!<div align="left">2 years ago since: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053175910478114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhdD9yP3IBApg2Ey8b3vcUVG038EfPMDEIp9pXjXCoH2tFWiOyq6fWnL5tXRgeTH42blR3AGPgNvOjhgMZ8f4BFYML2LQszLzHaY3WXOmjdbHlXWYf5MWYd6yo7DqNmxHGAge4mvJT65J/s320/226.jpg" border="0" />Unbelievable.<br />and Incredible.<br />Standing up there on May 27, 2007 I could not have even imagined what an amazing man God had planned for me. {I thought I knew, but I'm continually, pleasantly surprised each and every day.} Lucky girl.<br /><br />We were hoping that the second anniversary was 'wood'. {get it, a giant new home full of...}<br />But, it's not. It's cotton. oh, well. We're buying couches too. fluffy ones, chocked full of cotton.<br />Aaron made reservations for two at a <a href="http://www.paseogrill.com/">cute little place</a> down in the Paseo Arts District, a cute little strip lined with shops, restaurants, and art galleries. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053169420259042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlAcoxY7JyhEVYUk54sGu08zdlRPJKBCuK2P9l-wtN8sut_1e0m9v0QTMl3BDN-lizqcmyIJ8l_R6-pCTpix2I4Osmomx2FlDbqodMlHjowqYY7dzS42o8Prx1tjPz8R7hthQBMO4TM1e/s320/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" />The food was incredible, I was expecting good food - but, let's be honest, the price-tag on a lot of fancy schmancy places covers the 'ambiance' but sometimes the menu falls short. Well, if you go and order the Chilean Sea Bass your taste buds will not be disappointed. It was the best meal I can remember in a long time. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341390505974055042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YCF5yyTf-icq5adozDFpg8s_il1M8d7LRoRBwHrere_L2SyqpftkH21NxQoJtToWRrSYbFYmxAecN8EyqYhEcRXaCXOx0Qg6mUw9iVMBL5lfpBbOq-Z5IUlYPEbdYCO9L3SpYGhRw9HC/s320/ScreenHunter_01_May__29_18_14.jpg" border="0" />The table was even it's own little private dining area, they had silk curtains giving everyone their own little space. Tres chic. ...It was pricey, yes {but get your $25 gift certificate for $2 at restaurants.com} and you can splurge on the starters, the wine and chocolate cake!<br />They even brought us a special treat for our anniversary, such gracious hosts! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053164987715202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMK3xEQEFPKOLLOVld31w4r984Ix3vMzuL_JRWNCDLqxM1XNzRZQhPfsF2cL3qhcW2HAc_IB3ZqP84k_9FZPNhpID6dsySPioORs70mbDG4wdk3ZYC7m9H8oKfYzjbetKaEieGUqC-8r3/s320/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Highly recommended.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053172784029234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iX3plU_8gvQ6JdKJ6eIKGGIKm2wZUgdDdy9uyW-3zitHdu4OWwS-gdCWhlWbxyxAPJd44iTNXzhfqOtR4rXBH0xoyM25iXLAxUNZ4uIcVyB0NRyME2ltZv90M2nQfSHPXJpHN8PcSHPA/s320/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Happy Anniversary to my little goofball of 2 years! </p>jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-68502780802831625772009-05-29T17:46:00.008-05:002009-05-31T12:41:18.663-05:00memorial memories.<div align="left"><em>It was a warm winters’ night…<br />So already this story can’t be true</em>.<br /><br />Actually it was a beautiful, breezy memorial day weekend. <em>day-weekend</em>? why do we say that?<br />Now that Aaron’s no longer buried in the papers or having to spend weekends in the lab, this kid’s got a hold of our social calendar – and he’s wearing me out!<br />We managed to squeeze in sailing with the Fuller family, the Edmond Jazz & Blues Festival, the movie <em>Angels and Demons</em>, {studying}, hanging out at the pool, cooking out with the Klein family, and an overnight camping trip out in Western Oklahoma!<br /><br />Ohmystinkinheck.<br /><br />I’m really behind on my posting, so I’ll let the pictures tell the tale…<br />Because if you don’t have pictures, it never really happened.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384035000890242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSGZPgYDM5R5HC-57hwqzc8kZAKYC0EpKT-xnLzLCOXZ4r7jm03rG1BSL0Mdsk7QE5LAsx8u6cft4FSAr9mJZu8VJzvWszFr98xONkKlD2uSdfgB0IEUVrwtvTUqY23uDHzKXEhPXaLlWi/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" />Aaron said I ‘squealed’ when he told me we were going sailing.<br />It’s true. Up there on my ‘favorite-things-to-do-of-all-time’ list.<br />My brother and I even went to sailing ‘camp’ for 3 weeks. If I tell you where, you might not speak to me for a few days.<br /><em>but you’d think we’d know more ‘fundamentals’</em>.<br />That’s why Aaron & I are doing <a href="http://www.ymcaokc.org/sailing.html">this</a> next spring.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384025782654290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68J4hSo5HhAZJLnBb8hQqDRU5et-9ft9NoJK8AHrDB3MEYtRbLBUTq6HIfG8Fqk3IqZYh4EF8PB5rF3PEis9kJzehxuMTBFuyRcDnfFxVBSe4E6sVtv1_F61wv6PxENtC02O54BHIQ5zk/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">The Cap’n and his first mates.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384031194106930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6ayX4D8uWOXsbfWngPhY6jkAVfWWT96CqrNlfEk8spDdsREjGtgSS2OLPU_7KHAdDETPe_9CBloNBCyctNyNR4pZs0hi_pG2DV7DVo9nniF7kr6Y8c3bDxzfK-X69Jcuzd9e3a0PYUV5/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">sailing into the sunset... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384047814676242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCF6sHRRF4dF8ylouR_ZYtEKOMCayGL40iH3kgHWMTtu3FIQXvbPJmCQpNU_m4xjjpANjMouNh92Y1o656rTwCAJYujHfUYfId6o6MxWs-9dJJXM-cmhd6yMokFQVPG3i-px2zZI793Nsk/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" border="0" />Never sailed the blustery Oklahoma wind. A different story than the still lakes of Tennessee.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385192951218546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNN3-yRe27AVW4dPQTXX91zzPZup7FdXY1cBFhDyVMoHssr9b9vVjwGR8LN0EHv4VrGI6iA6bZebe6uV2WZQjVNCMU6idgAna9_mbsmEmlG8YSdLQJReTR0RQyXIvt-TuFTkkqeFmS_6wQ/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" />When we have a sailboat, I want to name it this. Cracked me up. </p><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342038330119769314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZmG45OuLITwY_FRIpjbzLhBqG4pYTCpTiw006AfjQ7pFWlMQ660-COHhSGxP5YsIVmVraFh_UZ2aWwpMZkXH027I5zl5xR-2mfjIKHwBsHY1zWDMRr7RE5Cfk3_O_BSgYyOxdm7la-I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /> We also caught a couple acts at the Edmond Blues & Jazz Festival this weekend, what beautiful weather we had! I tried to study that afternoon and had a momentary meltdown. That’s what happens when you work hard and play hard. Sure, it sounds good in theory. But, you’re stinkin’ exhausted.<br /><br />Aaron’s aunt and uncle invited the whole family to grill out on Sunday afternoon out in the country. We got to play with our ‘first-cousin-once-removed’, little Mckinlee who was, of course, a little doll. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385196693092578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBsRdckF9QX-ZnlXxSyaV7ubtnucxqFfvJrgfUisRxixeA-HULkzFMBafGWwa6gR17z73nTcK-uWbVPoD7IsYl4YIxC4QqYL7HlPh7KqAFIn_cwkWRBKAf2E0sKnR8qThmTAmGfecUoj-d/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" />We planned to camp out by the pond on some of Aaron’s family’s land. You would be proud of me, someone mentioned the word “rattlesnake” about three times before we set out…and I still went. The grass was so high, I think at first I walked around like I was doing football drills.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385201947015842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOzQLLgPRPoWGQf-lZVYhjFjQIlCgXqBeACnH3zIQjYClwpdmUn1Af6diZejtikY9OKVnebourhiSOmEDr3tywPii0XsKjHd4yT3JYarHntcf6J3d_yNJKATbrZ6m0qMGRib9Tdifmb8Y/s320/IMG_2298.JPG" border="0" />We set up camp and quickly broke out the fishing gear. There were 5 campers, us and Melody, her friend Eric, and Aaron's cousin Merlanda. Between all of us, we were hoping to catch our dinner. Only Melody was so lucky.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385211351201938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZB8OvwbZs9CPZSC405u0pLbWSriQLFriUz7wQ7NsZDbyvObOL6-pSQ3rAeHgVCB61nbQgMbVT3OMcP27s4qZS3bngyS7_PQIcwxJr8WS4HzbhjH_KwK6JhNEBKXSyvZaE5WMNh7UHWq9K/s320/IMG_2308.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I was especially motivated {being a hater of hot-dogs}.</p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385206601087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmh62cwVWv-6UQCJSlcrf14fJLPj_pdbZycNHUEDXxyy3iWvKesOvr8UfWusYXqhNYMnZxykxkNBEkHvNqx9uksADNJq5sjlRWL5kpQOxTXHPrMwh0GC0279oLboJfmRod_UtlqIvngR96/s320/IMG_2301.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Maybe I was simply distracted by this beautiful view.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386610622116482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhla28zLQmfGCwTqh5fAkjQAuypiWNH9edLOb8NItyfC_hNDScdKR9LcIpc_YU81QBcgJIEgeiVwvydHlD3zDICDxeSdnMx6ccL3efcUKb3VoZf-2XwHQEnrqRhf0whSqcB_xz_5FGvz78n/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Aaron had watched a You-Tube video on how to fillet a fish the morning before. no kidding. He actually did a great job. We rubbed some seasoning on it, and grilled up the fresh bass. It was actually really delicious! {So, we're out in the middle of nowhere, but Merlandas Iphone had this photo up on facebook in 3 seconds...not sure how I feel about this technology sometimes.}</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386619783068946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia5kbhPNDtAVFaHAxHmh67KDjetHH-ZDn7k0qYMZniNhtTVLO7OkjWhPP3SRwkMEJjJHgYcixHKRlcfw6AXSSvaagbCO6bpSxFBo9i6hyQdaJ5a12qvSUfrhetLo5zKcP5BXNtCxIZw297/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">enjoying the great outdoors, watching shooting stars, telling ghost stories. </div><div align="center">{maybe there's an app for that...}</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386614885091474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymO9zpcPVTTBde-8Ff24qQZNj1HwS_cbyUfhB6oAX8Pu17KbQZbouOby4aYfs0BhKxnmGPoucet9q_D9xZHEOgH2kXEo4Xi_Ytwa8WLAfHofvY97LPMXpjEdHbNO-Ivks34spGVtG3BVZ/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" />all s'mores are not created equal.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386627909499074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBxpA4Bu2RLviffIhNIKtPR-eCcnbhDoPTjVta24Sp_ytLStyHTBNSCJdzod9cLjWi1t99nL4bGhhwTK-I3qijJK6QkaRVYvV3OCLtxWkeOSv-lNMnF7ug00Q6W8umyFHlzmQ6uawjvgK/s320/IMG_2329.JPG" border="0" /> the next morning we took to helping out with turtle overpopulation...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9toQNpkWG-fIXr1lg1xlmQmAgkkJhZEqQticVT3LEZ7RI4o2UOlOjszj_oxaSrKuiCkGMQ_7CNSMy8WOy4P1WNXd7VQ1V2jLqhTl1ekAJbE7UBLUfF2i6k5kl9y2Wt85qPgrKctdPOzg/s1600-h/IMG_2337.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386633078786370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9toQNpkWG-fIXr1lg1xlmQmAgkkJhZEqQticVT3LEZ7RI4o2UOlOjszj_oxaSrKuiCkGMQ_7CNSMy8WOy4P1WNXd7VQ1V2jLqhTl1ekAJbE7UBLUfF2i6k5kl9y2Wt85qPgrKctdPOzg/s320/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" /></a> happy campers. </div>jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-30024932129244835522009-05-26T18:43:00.008-05:002009-05-31T12:06:42.659-05:00where my musics playing...When I wait too long to post, I tend to forget the little details.<br />{that’s half the reason I like to keep this thing, just for my poor, sad little memory.}<br /><br />So, let’s see. I have a brother…yes… and he graduated from high school…<br />It’s all coming back to me.<br /><br />So, I made the lovely drive from Oklahoma to Tennessee to spend a long weekend with the family. A short visit, but isn’t it always? On my first day, we took this cutie pie out for a picnic and afternoon at the park.<br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341022986453211042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPd58RUcEAb6jZYlIkk3AsqNYyEGNsxC8cC6uVfpwQYAGJ7_-aiarCrjZW3IjXzL5Zu6RHu75ZSaryLZzVMQidOI4QXehjiNRNVikRFjvZamMZ30P8zRZ_7Y5RAO5HO1_tNoRh-lNyTwH/s320/IMG_1992.JPG" border="0" />Do you know any other one year olds who will sport a pair of shades for 3 hours?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341022993939355634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEina3ETKaoQTBmqhgeyIqrDisnTneGg_0gWDVMGZPhyphenhyphenoTw6oL6IHfGk85BZRGIYxKzcP-N16H9tQqxXzXWhxmtlkO1TrWX3Pa1N7hw7IHwyCRDWBDArTxSCkEJchgPPoKvzJU8WOFjbKy4k/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" /> She had a blast on the swings and the slides… such an adventurous, independent little one. I heard her cry maybe once the whole three days. She’s just constantly smiling, talking, laughing...and naturally the center of attention.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031246868190674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAwor9yVXNrIPLuWRibtZmNDsnRSgulgURzeavprXFL5vF2fzV1xI77hnDvli0xpNVAzLwoQIeCGGpMpMeI9bpklJ-_3j1LCvBObrftlNAR7y_sKu_tPQf009CfApkPFlfy2UKW9kVsQ_1/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031239024966914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GfmZs0CDOtwWzcdcZPlmr0xbCYRwC9IcSOogn3so2Z1BTHzxODjacRFEWEuiXiea2qaFC9taNQo5KZlz1UXJdHEE8-t2TQa79K3u9zJxfLhRHMlHEXCmCtaxSqO3Ps95z3wCdOCZAi28/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341022983295321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotFCEQDbD8Tv2ETHhJBFBjDHROiVPlHWNejZ4W-fIDSr7SedBrAwHRqRzwjNvKH-CprqBKZsSUPWksDDWHi3IGzEtYQJhdo4OLdvxCT7xZVuDy4Q94nJObZwGPvxTjD87l-FDqd4NcT5d/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" />It was the highlight of my month to be able to spend so much time with my niece, it’s heartbreaking to be so far away from her {and the rest of my family too… but you guys stay the same. She, on the other hand, is always changing, learning, up to new things all the time…} She’s really a lot of fun. That’s what aunts get to do, be there for the ‘fun part’. I couldn’t quite get her to say my name though. We’ll have to work on that when they come to visit this summer. </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341023000568381618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpbpmotXKO5z2Nr7v311LBvOeygJl2mSYAjCQCOfpgN4svAO7Jq4yGB-cmQYSKsH4KnxQ0Ufny0qBTIqYnCo-S2MANQ1NE2IRcFJ5n26d2Cqj7pjGv0MGRq7RgECpLGBl7pLxiXqgZxUJ/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" />I’m sure this kid is bound to walk the commencement stage many more times. {He’s already told me that he plans to be in school until he is 30. Nothing wrong with that, huh Aaron?} Our little brother is going to be a Belmont Bruin next year majoring in Biology with interests in everything from music and cartooning to bioengineering and medicine. {A bruin is a bear, in case you were wondering. Not sure why they don’t just say bear. But, maybe Bruin is more elite…and confusing.}<br />We’re so excited for you, and so proud of you. And I’m sure you’ll only continue to climb…<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341023003364732610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvfjO_BBqHapO8-5kmmNtLIBO4_AIWZRJML6BvF16R_n1IKNTkWPXy1hpvKsBRshtQUjZXAm7HngWTIx6eJ1H4xXTQIYtYnNlPFc3z8DzZIuXWseSVSmVbJQ4ziXFIMmooChyphenhyphenCC8U1-aB/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" />Class of 2009.<br />…two years until my ten-year reunion?!...<br />Crap. That means one year until I have to start planning it! Argh. I remember having the overanalyzing-foresight of specifically not running for class-officer senior year of high school so I wouldn’t have to do this. they twisted my arm. That’s ok, all of ‘they’ get to be on committees or something.<br /><br />Surprisingly, I was able to visit with lots of family during my short stint. I had a chance to hang out and grill out @ Dad’s with my aunt & uncle after Lo’s main event, caught up with Mom and Grandma just sitting on the porch swing on Saturday afternoon, spent Saturday night grilling out at the house and playing {winning} poker with the boys & mom. I even took an extra day off of work, so I could stick around Sunday for church and ‘supper’, and squeezed in breakfast with Hannah in Jackson on my drive back to OK.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028405932466674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk24ODqcU4OWhECFHWFCtxlFZeIleUia95JZETaLRZgLIZ7Y4w-qg3geXxhfc7AoJ3-eCifInzZRm78VqCG7QBlwIrn8rwExTsnlAN3A2c780xZ_QDBR2e8vjB_3GZeW6eW_sHK_3qsym6/s320/IMG_2081.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Sunday afternoon @ Logan's graduation party at church. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028422670306994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZ2FVHaL-bfDNqRSVIqU0Q5Re0scMy2LXnhZP8SfasonWEOPCmOffm07J2Q5_t1Zer2Is0KtBH4liklWAaq_7X69AZnwdf4a8eQ2B4dqK8g8uQumMWhuv9VZ6d6zOlcj_mx7aJDGkZgM3/s320/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center">Fishing with Jim & Jill in Mama and Papa's backyard.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031222831388594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikg1IHKADa4L2b0ylpJZjn18TcX9aw5D4x5_ouz-Io6Ez3RcEb5Z3y27Jjb7BBi7houGiARYTs1a-HW3Stfnp77bqQSOr6kteUKeaioVZmXo8mva7pDaf5WPYml-DDVjb0ihjgfubWqV48/s320/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028432621086914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qiK_yE-DZYxqE83YIc53ZrVZlqY2WllxE1UwGfrlx27iikeaiU15GofFgrcFmYPRLZfzGJXhy5zWv7Faz_E6QfXjo3oDGqmhzz86faKi0tbpUG8RjjlORCXdEdFSWWwE3qJy7PZJVfK4/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" border="0" />Riding Leo with the kids... {even I got a turn} </div><div align="center">what a lovely sunday afternoon in the country. After 8 years of being away from home, I still haven't gotten used to Sundays in the city.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028415229650450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSKEQXwSSHTjxM-VOuxB_wzifMYf2lnwlDpgcUG0cWt6GVtSwb5lUZ5ZOHitkqHiOCCN8o4ixfmPrxmVV7dTq_yoi_D6R2O75hkS8y11-N8ZLkl3nznKDrn9sY2KGeuTwP_7X4BrMF4JP/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">chased her around for about 20 minutes with my camera. she moves fast.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028416741149570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QO3Ir-OUj0mUZJ_rux3JAbgvkI53Zjz373XQUCvyrT8oeqQZ2tq4xB3ztib2UTMahbFARFzVDeAdzTzsqqhfEXzNshlnXavN64L3Cqfrm8NR3W4KoHxTbJOrocQpJNdYUXK4UP0fHfJO/s320/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">miss photogenic.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031922219391426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Y5ATUYnDMTjPFWN6q1Zn8Ab-KBhASc-KOdJx04sDa2eQLu6ShAa6Q5is525V1flCI7YAh9R0JByjrbEodDoOVGd_Q4mw1FFLGbZYbErjaP4GmKv8J_yoVdkoOO6ZgIMIRPZijh4hrEz0/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" />FIVE-generation family photo. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031231664896690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYJ4do7kWIfT97XkwjgG86BOhj_YybEI4idfilIa_bPCxikL6YC_0N3nhRLBC17jlzZZAfZYBaBh4DSnSKbEziQ-f1PGdc7XEaqB3SiQ_x5FPqgtNUp4-SzJ1V8DpiVlW6lvvdyr8aXmf/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" />On the last day, Logan decided he needed a little post-graduation moment of rebellion...</div><div align="center">I told someone that my brother had shaved his hair into a mohawk to which they replied "what did your mother think?" ...well, <em>she did it</em>. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031236000198802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9imwJawSGgtPid9hwNLGa6JNeHUWHGsHiIlsSJQ0mc0qFYE2LfA518yoPlpqvov_GjGG0S61vLIf21Vwv61ycG_54bcpsndpUghFYuqce9dxpK9GRbjf5jHs8FPwKwPvH3kFKoa4-TPsR/s320/IMG_2246.JPG" border="0" /> my punk little brother, ladies and gentleman. </div>jae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-46404477305953945442009-05-09T22:26:00.010-05:002009-05-12T21:21:36.658-05:00miss ellainey.quelque chose you missed...<br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335115811460537106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zfEp9dNBPOLKr8Byc3s6r-rQ4r6DcKWFnfHiHgGGLtd-f0TSNUn0p43ofP28ufZ5Z7ltR14FAo9H34XzGhjZD8X3w8CzMKIP0wNW5eDpyrj3Ns0-KPfOIUg8XlbMQ_riKT3daiKZJA1a/s320/lionking-isne.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">[photo credit: </span><a href="http://oudaily.com/news/2009/apr/28/theatre-review-lion-king-upholds-childhood-expecta/"><span style="font-size:78%;">OU Daily</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">]</span><br />The Chaloners treated us all to an afternoon of the theat-ah...<br />at pride rock.</div><div align="center">What an outstanding musical... the costumes were pretty remarkable by themselves, and the talented cast just made for such an amazing show. See it if their caravan is rolling through your hometown!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334032323443362338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWd6WvgovCwJnz0w-xyVky1b15CIB44psidsJ6SaZdXCLqR513FnPIoVLcpCNEyXC56orEEVK1L3d89-6-89H83Sz0QzOEYhNHLbYQNIr2y6lpHZJTb2x8uSr0KFh6QhRx-2FW5mqPRKrc/s320/P4260455.JPG" border="0" />It just so happened, that Trae was swinging through town to stay with us that night. </div><div align="center">and it just so happened, that there was one extra ticket. Fancy that?</div><div align="center">We had a nice little visit, albeit way too short. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334032334815540082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWQZGQKraRDEoPcppfl8A7SD1eN0-T8Di5itXe_j6D-d9zyKSiMblnoRRVXGZ2S3zTgk6etLCr7KTLcaYyGjeFFDMJNA00eG9d1OnBkLPy7owQgOQY-YyrwrxQxEnXKtgEkOSAOGswjK2/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" /> We're inching closer and closer to becoming homeowners...</div><div align="center">We've probably gone by the house much more than their usual buyers. </div><div align="center">What can I say, we just can't stay away! For now, we wait...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335114581131721762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmA9Qs832MeSIvIRHtI_3GZHxyiWIuBc9FpmhrJNVJ9wmmdW71Nj0BSn_vVx6JmZ1P5BZX9L1evmPWrjFl76SM-7sTfa3pSSS0qyaoxgAe-AAYgyHaAQqwaK9wR1_265lDJ5HIGPrwKL4/s320/ScreenHunter_01_Apr__27_21_29.jpg" border="0" /> ...Because. They've pushed back our closing date 2-3 weeks to June 15th... {this whole process is full of surprises. they are not usually in our favor.} ...so they can complete the renovation and plumbing to get the master bathroom <em>back</em> to the floorplan seen above, with the separate shower + tub configuration. We're buying a home that had previously been under contract with another buyer who had requested some specific changes to the home, but then it fell through. The awesome master bath is definitely something worth waiting on. ...we're in negotiations now to see how we'll be able to "make it right".<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335114774202923138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHm-cpGR-eHnS7Ew_qm8gCMflTNwDmgShku_b7KDuPM8F3g8MyRZXzhCJOAteqHzlG0ihElh-cuAyowv3PxdvJQymeHeNdQfo7NGJrtkcKU-SvwWBI6Y5lIbXbO7sDTluNzT1N0fQLjAJC/s400/mothers+day.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Sunday we had the privilege of celebrating Griffin's baby dedication at church as well as Mother's Day - Sarah's first and Teresa's first <em>grand</em>mother's Day!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335114574000628546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8FcZ5XLGIA16Cs5Klb75ykeuwa5syP-n9X5sdehw9F3r5xlnqsE2wTKj2bf6Ya9ch0cgNeSa7wubmuFKYsA_AW0dcMGFmBX4nWLeh3JIYcLktnGGk4oG9rIfh9FLo-K8ymvSbCt8n8zX/s320/IMG_5406.JPG" border="0" /> A growing family... isn't he getting so big already?<br />This kid's already rolled over on his own! The little over-achiever.</p><p align="center">...and, lastly, I have to leave this big kid: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335112511451768418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_FFPV6dGz3RILfDCJhJCT-3qj7zPNo9UyPUBKmtLgbrgoTq3ts3mcwCeUJCU5xukX61-5Xkmg1dUxkXGZ2wB0hsuGj3cf3pygiiV6Z6ceey-3yjc5af40nEtxUhv52IutPflzeCHyBLm/s320/aaronandbo.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center">all by his onesies while I head to Tennessee for a few days. He's got a tough couple of weeks with grants, presentations, journal articles... I'm sad to be flying solo {Melody may actually join me though}, but pumped to see my family, see Lo graduate, & play with the other special baby in my life...</p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>so, what's new with you?</strong></span></em></p><p align="right">...glad we could get together.</p>jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-89563404927798045682009-05-09T17:24:00.001-05:002009-05-09T22:19:54.616-05:00someone's turning 1.Happy Birthday, dear <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Emma</strong></span>, happy birthday to you! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334028105206828130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7drcgrG9m9uh3LgZjhaUJq37r_NiXmsYbQyfkhxdXf0qJq2ACFny6NXlWdE82GoH6K4HXG0izEFgJKWoKuac27WwCvFSIO3-a1xL4bnaiaqnZ3LpizpesD3V2LNiSuUSJcKUh2glCNcr/s400/Pictures.jpg" border="0" />Selfishly, I wanted Emma's birthday party <em>and</em> Logan's high-school graduation to fall on the same weekend, so I wouldn't have to miss it. But, the universe didn't line that up for me. I have lots of posts and pictures to catch up on, but this one just couldn't wait - I just had to post a snapshot of our adorable niece...we're there in spirit! they said she was the life of the party. <p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334028814978068690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLgPwjHFrURYobYDvc_MeOrqgGuHeF4-Bt7HEHXOsVYwY6oxZ7j_MvZQZI3W1R7PD9kJl94Z6YTezfoHr47L-VYQabXvbZrJzX7okO6P96-jhvhkxO5xFT2-RNNgnLCi-xkY_QhWguQFKr/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></p><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>...I can't wait to see you next weekend Emma! <em>she's a whole YEAR old now, so she can read this blog, right?</em><br /></div><br /><div>Hard to believe, but yes, this adorable girl {whom I see far less often than I'd like} has been here for a whole year. My how she's changed! Trae was with us last weekend, and telling all about her new tricks - she's walking, of course, and talking {how soon until she can say aunt j?}...full of curiousity {she cleaned out every cabinet of Gigi's last week...Gigi = grandma, my mom}, and even has stopped drinking from a bottle. No more formula, it's all solid foods and sippy cups from here on out. </div><br /><div></div><div>There's a baby-hog on her way to Tennessee in five days...</div></div>jae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-62343580771895767362009-04-30T20:16:00.006-05:002009-04-30T21:01:03.426-05:00property virgins.Well guys, I've been keeping a secret from you.<br />Last Sunday we put in an offer on a house...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330667379363338034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbZHadbd697tBE2scN5bJM_A-qfE-o71eQ1qxdvvw8bZ2lHxcAxS1KIXW1RpMRpRhHEXGHviE4SmpKEGq-E-lh1oF2CtBufm6QS1K2fEm14aBRuiAWYU4SzYaeXsHAm4X7POMPmvBZ35q/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" /> ...and by Monday evening, lo-and-behold, we had a deal!<br />We agreed upon a contract, signed, dated. {gulp.}<br />I was 'the excited one' up until Sunday afternoon, when 'we're really doing this' sunk in.<br />Now, Aaron & I have reversed roles for a bit.<br />I'm pumped, don't get me wrong. But the emotions that go along with this process are quite unique.<br />I've told others that we haven't exactly wanted to <em>tell others</em> {but, apparently we have been. some.} until we were more secure in our financing, until the inspection went well, and really, until we nearly had keys in hand.<br />{...like an expecting couple, waiting until the second trimester.}<br />It just feels like something could still go wrong at any minute.<br /><br />I'd been worried about student loans {good debt. schmood debt.} and Aaron still being in school. But, when our loan officer told Aaron that he had never seen a credit score that high in someone his age, that's when it hit me -- this was going to be our home. sweet home.<br /><br />It's been all God's timing...the opportunity presented itself to us and just could not be ignored. All of the pieces of the puzzle, the low interest rates {4.75%!?!}, the builder incentives, the "buyers market" right now, the federal first-time-home-buyer tax credit... just made it possible, economy what-it-is, for us to take advantage of these circumstances.<br /><br />The builder, yes builder, this home is brand spankin' new... {holy cow} threw in lots of upgrades:<br />tiled backsplash in the kitchen, changing out the countertops, sodded backyard, garage door opener, fence, 2" faux wood blinds, oh...and <strong>ALL</strong> of the appliances in the kitchen. {major point on the pro's list. for sure}. Not to mention, they're covering $5,000 in closing costs.<br /><br />Things we love about this home:<br />- tall 10" ceilings.<br />- large kitchen with a center island & pantry {unlike any I've seen at our price range. Most of the other places didn't have much more storage than we do now at our apartment.}<br />- master bath with separate jacuzzi tub + shower<br />- detailed woodworking on doors {random detail, but I love it.}<br />- ceramic tile<br />- gas fireplace<br />- huge garage<br />- huge closets<br />- bay window in the guest bed room<br />- "mother-in-law" plan<br />- landscaping<br />- and lastly, Real estate 101 - location location location. We may not be here for an extremely long time, so resale is definitely a consideration. I have no concerns about that in the future.<br /><p>...I mean, <em>how could we not put in an offer on this? </em><br />You're getting excited along with us, aren't you?!<br /><br />The only thing we weren't crazy about, and hadn't planned on - our new pad is definitely in a "cookie-cutter" neighborhood. In the end, we realized that this is our first home - and we wouldn't be able to check off every single item on our wishlist. you learn that pretty darn fast.<br />But we were able to get the things we really wanted. We decided to go with an '<em>awesome inside</em>' in exchange for maybe not being able to pull up in the driveway of a 1920's bungalow. We'll keep that in mind for our next big move, and maybe even have the time and equity to complete the restoration that we've always wanted to attempt. In the end, we still have major pluses... safe neighborhood, close to shops and restaurants, <em>excellent</em> school system, well-lit 'family-oriented' community, and sidewalks.<br /><br />Someone once told us that buying your first home was as stressful as planning a wedding.<br /><em>...They didn't come to our wedding</em>.<br />I don't mean that to sound pretentious, I mean to say it wasn't as hard and stressful as I'd anticipated. maybe because we've been slowly saving and looking and learning the market fo a while now. {and I'm just a nosy person who likes to peek inside others' houses.} <em>In the end, really, it's a lot of fun!</em><br /><em></em><br />I'll post more pictures as we get closer. The inside is still "under construction" currently. But, we'll keep you posted on the progress...<br /><br />love,<br />- the future homeowners</p>jae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-20675286354683615872009-04-24T21:54:00.003-05:002009-04-24T22:06:57.970-05:00economy tip #472.So, earlier in the week, we took out some of our staff for ‘Administrative Appreciation Day’ at this great Mexican restaurant, <a href="http://1492okc.com/">1492</a>… did you know that you could enjoy a 25$ meal @ this fine establishment for only ten dollars?<br />I learned a fabulous new secret from Marsha, one of my co-workers –> <a href="http://www.restaurants.com/">restaurants.com</a><br />You type in your zip code, and you have all of these wonderful options – they’re all local places, no chains – fun places in OKC like Fish City Grill, Sala Thai, the Prohibition Room, Galileo's...<br />They offer ‘$25 gift certificates’ for only $10 on-line. You have to have at least a $35 dollar check, and no alcohol is included. But, basically you save $15 bucks on a really nice dinner out.<br /><br />We’ll try and test it out this weekend…somewhere in between touring homes (both for us and for Aaron’s parents), going to see <a href="http://disney.go.com/theatre/thelionking/#/home/">the Lion King</a>, and having my brother in town!<br /><br />…No thanks necessary, now just go out and enjoy a great meal & this beautiful weekend!jae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-56738313115760914172009-04-22T21:03:00.002-05:002009-04-23T21:21:35.520-05:00weekend get-a-way.Brace yourself...<br />I didn't take many pictures during our little weekend trip.<br />We just needed to sneak away, just the two of us.<br />we didn't slow down much...<br /><br />In a mere 30 hours in Dallas, we managed to squeeze in meals at <a href="http://www.redindiabistro.com/">Red India</a>, Corner Bakery, and Freebirds. We spent an afternoon strolling through one of my favorite-places-on-earth {you know, just the little <a href="http://www.northparkcenter.com/">dime shops of Dallas</a>}, stopped by Mockingbird Station, crashed in our steal of a <a href="http://www.ichotelsgroup.com/intercontinental/en/gb/locations/overview/dfwha">swanky hotel</a> in Addison... and then, of course, la pièce de résistance -<br /><br />The Saturday night matchup of Aaron's #1 and his #2 - KC Royals v. TX Rangers.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUI2xTCGH5ACYI-s73hPwmhaOgrmACOHCEkS3P2OKFLMp0dc-DNOpPB4QlJJ7lQhodoNqY05hkdGoQFw7yJ7NU-ORkW-BkRZJ_wuM_fmzmuM03nTCCACWXNSXz4U-fxmbSfdS_MFoD50hN/s1600-h/P4180447.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326959812293624498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUI2xTCGH5ACYI-s73hPwmhaOgrmACOHCEkS3P2OKFLMp0dc-DNOpPB4QlJJ7lQhodoNqY05hkdGoQFw7yJ7NU-ORkW-BkRZJ_wuM_fmzmuM03nTCCACWXNSXz4U-fxmbSfdS_MFoD50hN/s320/P4180447.JPG" border="0" /></a>Melody drove up to join our little cheering section. Suprisingly, there were some mixed words from fellow Ranger fans. They weren't exactly full of <em>Texan hospitality </em>for the three of us. Aaron's childhood friend, Lynn, however - was. We were surprised to receive a call from her, who happened to be sitting 7 rows behind the dugout. Because they had to leave early, we spent the second half of the game sitting in their seats along the third base line! Royals kicked 'em 2 to zip. Go team.<br /><br />...It was just what we needed.jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-59841357804925798712009-04-20T19:21:00.004-05:002009-04-20T19:41:55.212-05:00disappointed to tears.I’m crushed. I’m down. I’m heartbroken.<br /><br />Tonights plans up until 3:14 PM: Come home. Print budget spreadsheets. Get pencil + paper + calculator, books, guides, websites. Get our ‘pros-and-cons’ list. Crunch numbers… and happily decide that we’re ready to make an offer on this beauty of a home that we toured on Friday night.<br /><br />3:14 PM: the clouds darken, the ominous music plays, and the e-mail bing-bongs to say that I have a message from the realtor letting me know that the house SOLD on Saturday.<br /><br />Oh guys… ::sigh::<br /><br />It was gorgeous. I can’t even show you a link, and I was going to go back <em>tomorrow</em> to take pictures.<br />Of our house ‘wish-list’, it had nearly every one. And It definitely had the <em>really important</em> ones. That, to me, seemed like we we’re going to have a hard time finding all wrapped up in one shiny package.<br />And, it was from a builder, so it was NEW. And loaded with all these upgrades that they were throwing in like ‘tiled backsplash, upgraded countertops, and <em>APPLIANCES</em>!’ Those are words that every apartment-renter loves to hear.<br />Did I mention it was beautiful? Had a center island in the kitchen? A bay window in the guest bedroom? Huge ceilings? And a separate walk-in shower and Jacuzzi tub in the master? A gas fireplace? Detailed woodwork on the frames and doors? Landscaped? Brushed-nickel hardware? … well, now perhaps, you’re shedding a tear with me. <em>Or laughing at how dramatic I am</em>.<br />But I think every homeowner friend of ours has a story about <em>the one that got away</em>.<br />Well, my friends, if it’s taught us anything, it’s that slow and steady {and responsible, conservative decision making} does NOT win the race. Ok, I know I know, you can’t rush into a decision this huge. But, gosh, we’re gonna have to get in the game!<br /><br />The timing of this for us really means a lot. The price may be a little higher than we'd originally thought, but in the end it's not more than we will <em>lose out on </em>if we stay in an apartment for 6 more months. I'd rather put these few thousand dollars to a mortgage. We have about 3 weeks to get into a house, and if we don't - then we have to sign another lease at our apt, or rent goes up $200 if we kept going month-to-month. Also, for us to get the $8,000 tax credit we have to be in the house for 3 years - and, brilliant, Aaron has 3 more years in school from <em>right now</em>! (+ we don't have to factor in appliances for this purchase, and they were contributing 5,000$ toward closing costs.) ....So, if you 'split' the difference, it would be a better situation <em>financially</em> if we went ahead and bought the house!<br /><br />...so we talked and made plans all the way down to Texas on our 3-hr drive this weekend. I even doodled the layout of where all of our furniture was going to go…<br /><br />No wonder they made an offer, they’d be stupid not to.<br />Can I hope just a little bit that their financing doesn’t go through? <em>No, that would be mean and cruel.<br /></em><br />Yours,<br />Bummed-in-Oklahomajae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-55643947959248915022009-04-17T19:40:00.003-05:002009-04-20T09:51:13.377-05:00...name them one by one...<em>As of late</em>...<br />Things that make me smile, make me happy, make me stronger…<br /><ul><li>Encouragement from friends and family in lots of little ways recently. What would be seemingly small has meant so very much.</li><li>Having a bouquet of tulips waiting for me on Wednesday when I came home from working 9 hours and then had study group until 9 pm. </li><li>Having my husband remind me that Saturday is ‘Husband Appreciation Day’. :) </li><li>Letting go of the burden to solve the problems of others. It’s not my burden to bear, but nor is it theirs. God wants our hands up, and hand them over. </li><li>All the adorable babies in our life.</li><li>Letting go of <em>just a smidgen</em> of my uptightness and considering getting a dog… not necessarily for me, but if you know my husband – then you know <em>for him</em>. It’s just in the ‘discussion stages’, so take it easy or I’ll spook.</li><li>Getting my butt in gear. Getting organized {ok, you know <em>that</em> part was fun for me). And getting serious about studying for the genetic counseling board exams.</li><li>Finding out that I may be eligible for ‘loan forgiveness’ for a very large portion of my graduate school education {which is whopping <em>by the way</em>} as long as I am practicing clinically. …<em>or maybe not</em>, but fingers crossed…</li><li>Being proud of us for arriving at a place financially to buy our first home. Considering I’ve only been receiving real paychecks since September and Aaron’s on a stipend from school, I’d say we’ve been pretty resourceful. </li><li>...and speaking of which, we toured an awesome home tonight that I can't stop thinking about - which was a great deal with so many things that we're looking for all in one house. so, stay tuned.</li><li>Exciting summer vacation plans. That will be just <em>that </em>ambiguous for now.</li><li>Being someone with only a patio (for now), it’s a challenge but I’m growing jalapenos and starting my own herb garden. I’m not even mrs. organic, but things like basil, dill, rosemary, thyme…it seems like I’m always buying it fresh for some recipe, so one – it’s expensive, and two, so much goes to waste that why not try to sprout a few seeds of my own? </li><li>On taking a little weekend trip tomorrow for the two of us down to Texas to cheer on the Royals and the Rangers, spend a little time shopping, and stay in a romantic 4-star hotel that we scored for only 70$. [<a href="http://www.hotwire.com/">Hotwire</a> = pretty sweet.] </li></ul>pretty scattered excuse for an update, but it'll have to do because we're a little pre-occupied with the aforementioned bullets above! <em>Bon weekend</em>!jae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-81547146457754306872009-04-13T20:28:00.011-05:002009-04-13T22:40:57.444-05:00happy easter.<div align="center">Knock, knock... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356054915301234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVnbLCBugbhBxSIrquMWzytPjKPGEO-iB8SxG0xS779gBESkoe4eLnYZ8QKhfEXr9bwlY1sVZbKgoAojv9OjKagzXi79evUjH11EfmwgMtk8118cfWpqOTYKOyoqLIgdy7nY1yUwWJNlL/s320/easter3.jpg" border="0" /> <em>well, hello, come on in to our little home...</em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356051410423138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdU9X5xqmg7z2m-3dJCiXyBo1UffCa8wiOvVHs91qR1SBg2zuS5E24UoDC93Xo8CYXDMU1K-33VwS31AMsCkyql1oLUlzonRm5Y_4oFcJfLPWHWq1n45MawIsPk2f5MXrg5YOOkMhPIHO/s320/easter2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">...where holidays like Easter give me an excuse to decorate with little birds. </div><div align="center">i live with a boy, you know.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355334771558322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7N-hsu_hWsW9vTGRT966zY2rDe9UF23Cmy9Ixlm88q9x7scaXjRbDP9oTpiPYyBE7o-NKmBA-Oh6BGJGxlPD9XaLK7NeJw2VPHz665PE86sI7mH7EJ2OJnKrEep9zmsrHQrUVkyfYCDN/s320/easter.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">...and thanks to pictures from design blogs and magazines, </div><div align="center">I finally know what I can do with this adorable wedding gift.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356060858264578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1DVYj9Z_QhJaIq-mz6LWhcLIxC3TwiSkxpB_RHmctNakcUGopqha1bprLzi8s9L-DY3YHmc2ELhYNcEAO_CwKoist7AincE0Z9P_LIfkvtT2Djb97_yYWuco5moehuCMxjN6Qd5Q4RdK/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">...where the easter bunny still finds you on Sunday morning (even if you're 25).</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356062613667618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcXahwN7-mH3_YyN-o7GA4_0gys9cWjvbbRuFLse_-RKkffHNx4VumCwJdKG1Jh7v9cc71PDFewnhs-x-KSOwrojSoJFyc-j52PvPbMtTRfd234lH1wze3zYuHQ8v0fVKWyzb2LuaH5zu/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">our Easter Sunday took us to the little city of Stillwater to visit this little easter egg. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYWYG4CosBGNfTR8C89pOjzcikvqQTssGmgUYOXhNTf7Mbz5Q8va9ZdGhSEqtMS6LkqKNt4XTc56LGeSvrOx84VBj0rJ7j9z7UHfcYaEVhekKS0CY40ONXL1Dfw4TcGHnuvvC06LqH2n-/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356068631885554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYWYG4CosBGNfTR8C89pOjzcikvqQTssGmgUYOXhNTf7Mbz5Q8va9ZdGhSEqtMS6LkqKNt4XTc56LGeSvrOx84VBj0rJ7j9z7UHfcYaEVhekKS0CY40ONXL1Dfw4TcGHnuvvC06LqH2n-/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" /></a> Somehow, the easter bunny found us all @ Cody and Sarah's too.</div><div align="center">We attended LifeChurch with the Chaloner-kiddos, and spent the afternoon @ Griffin's house. We didn't want the new parents to feel pressure of 'hosting', so Aaron & I took to cooking our first 'holiday meal". I have to say it was a lot of fun! Saturday, we shopped and did some pre-cooking. The 'menu' included grilled Asian steaks, oven-baked macaroni and cheese, roasted red potatoes, tunsian carrot salad, & a batch of my homemade bread. Teresa topped us off with her cheesecake with fresh strawberries! </div><div align="center">She saved the day after I had to toss out 24 carrot-cake cupcakes the day before. two lessons learned: read the 'reviews' of on-line recipes. {they <em>all</em> said these cupcakes 'suck'.} and do not cook anything from food-network.com, they are not tested recipes and often very poorly reviewed. let's stick to <a href="http://www.epicurious.com/">epicurious</a> or <a href="http://www.cooksillustrated.com/">cooksillustrated</a>.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>...despite one bust, the meal was a big hit!</em> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355341978624162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGs84ujnSvtOtBDf1M66-AVMcbs2EC49Isa1UYLevNhyphenhyphent8reouqHjs2o_acf148b-eqbncEKOnoZzlcr1VFehBN8vrs1G6vXM5PFFoitx4nj3nxWFtxOX2VTmA2WBVceN-qufKRHv92eb/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">this little guy barely even knew we were there...he even slept through the drums and electric guitar during praise & worship at church. what a great quality in a newborn.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355346948350386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUWWSiiuFJXc_abtFWq4ixPb2zptVHEZZALVomElRrCr5D-uYEBxbMueY9s7eHGUMAJgeGZQP86OYESPJfL4gXinlommMshgonGUScmhvGPU6drVBiyRA4ePC_2NvXnQyjUHNVISR50aQ/s320/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355351115045570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79C1sdohf6xMDHf1fxF-bU9HLtw9Rt2BEahqQJvFcQxjTpxQuqWUTrDEqhJyvE4Z2YTTS2fw7Q5on7J_sAAXp8j5vpQ50QDi3Wf0iZvq8pLACupb81zfjooJXxCvDBXlmgTpfTSnfUh67/s320/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" /> ...just a simple, relaxing afternoon with close family. {& being a baby-hog.}<br />We missed you, family back in Tennessee!<br />...oh, and in case you missed it the first time: one more <a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-comes-peter-cottontail.html">peter cottontail</a> before the holiday's passed.</p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35udlxoyiW-sUzLJyMrJh4NB12WVZemnpj1jCSmlam-fINSvdpp0NesNksrMprv2O60myHJef1UnE-UbIhaj6bvKrmHgMnULOGNRNaNJthGsvCv0naw8FlWAewFiuTjfdBiNaBYjr6f3l/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355337816274194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35udlxoyiW-sUzLJyMrJh4NB12WVZemnpj1jCSmlam-fINSvdpp0NesNksrMprv2O60myHJef1UnE-UbIhaj6bvKrmHgMnULOGNRNaNJthGsvCv0naw8FlWAewFiuTjfdBiNaBYjr6f3l/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /></a>After a weekend like this, I can't help but be reminded that there is so much to be thankful for. <br />undeservedly, eternally grateful.</p><p align="left"><em>He was despised and rejected by men,<br /></em><em>a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.<br /></em><em>Like one from whom men hide their faces<br /></em><em>He was despised, and we esteemed him not. </em></p><p align="left"><em>Surely he took up our infirmitie<br /></em><em>and carried our sorrows,<br /></em><em>yet we considered him stricken by God,<br /></em><em>smitten by him, and afflicted. </em></p><p><em>But he was pierced for our transgressions,<br /></em><em>he was crushed for our iniquities;<br /></em><em>the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,<br /></em><em>and by his wounds we are healed.</em><br /> -Isaiah 53:3-5</p>jae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-1795541950837091342009-04-06T20:39:00.006-05:002009-04-06T21:20:52.559-05:00watch out boy, she'll chew you up...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8pn2IjtZ2NAZJBwKWFdmEPySYjpR5orCcLccmIbeDwVMO0npSdSvDt96YUrEw7dMy49kjxzuv_VOEQj5ZWHgDYbdu7A1NV4zH-dJgDrFQsFe7ufo5ycFYGbHAIjysow079NCucTlHoQO/s1600-h/storm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321759146300325314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8pn2IjtZ2NAZJBwKWFdmEPySYjpR5orCcLccmIbeDwVMO0npSdSvDt96YUrEw7dMy49kjxzuv_VOEQj5ZWHgDYbdu7A1NV4zH-dJgDrFQsFe7ufo5ycFYGbHAIjysow079NCucTlHoQO/s320/storm.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>o-oh here she comes.</em></div><p>Tornado season in Oklahoma.<br />I know it's uninteresting and socially awkward to have nothing to talk about but the weather...but, who cares. there's nothing mundane about this cloud that's happening outside our apartment.<br />the local news channel actually advised viewers to <em>please stop calling 911</em>... about this eerie {in my head, this word is always spoken from stewie griffin} looking storm-cloud. Armaggedon?<br />...movie-set from <em>Indepedence Day</em>?<br /><br />This cloud reminds me of a lot of things...<br /><br />...that it's time to stop counting on a full 7 hours of sleep at least one night a week, and spent a few hours of what would be shut-eye tuned to Val & Gary England...telling the kids to get their storm helmets on! {if the tornado sirens don't wake you up, the loud winds and hail banging against your windows will...or the sound of water rushing under your windowsill. hopefully, <em>that</em> problem is fixed for good.}<br /><br />...that living on a 3rd floor apartment really bites when hazardous weather hits. these weather patterns better become between the hours of 10 and 9, or before 6 pm on a Sunday. because our safe-zone is Quail Springs Mall. go figure?! ...maybe I can bunker down in the Gap. don't be suspicous if I'm well dressed when you come to rescue me.<br /><br />...that we should really get to know the nice looking Asian couple on the <strong>first</strong> floor.<br /><br />...that anytime I act a little nervous about a storm, I immediately give myself away as being a non-Okie.<br /><br />...that with the spring brings the 40 mph wind, so time to stop wearing lip gloss. (or ask my stylist for a pixie-cut.)<br /><br />...that the house we looked at with the storm-shelter is starting to really look like a valuable investment.<br /><br />...that I got away lucky last year with simply a near-miss that landed me in the back of Target store snuggled with stangers holding pillows {still wrapped in their plastic, of course} over our heads.<br /><br />I actually wanted to be a storm chaser as a child. <em>ah fearless children, no grasp on the dangers of reality</em>. I probably have hours of footage with a dear childhood friend standing outside in dusky-green skies, wind howling all around --as we made <span style="font-family:courier new;">beep beep bee boo beep beep boo</span> {oh come on, you know, it's the news bulletin sound effects} and reported on the ominous sky into our hairbrush with a big cut-out of a <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">'5'</span> </strong>taped to the side. I actually remember giving our name and address, you know, "just in case this videotape is found amongst the debris and rubble where our house once stood..."<br /><br />stay safe {that's indoors, my friends. ...and with your helmets on.} </p>jae lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-58640315808436522332009-03-31T18:46:00.000-05:002009-03-31T19:30:05.248-05:00freezer-paper stencil crafts.I'd been wanting to try these little guys for a while now, and what better reason than to create something special for our new little nephew? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319512475636461058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5oAyoKKTz8QZZKZhQM84VEUo2f1bMT-uppQuX628U18MtQSr8wmPkv0n5z515XR6NXkEqYkoTqBWjqllhzP97_z-1MAUL4Q_OF7jk9KcCaqKAKtqv5oJdXUdbkFhEU4jM-IW7CkoKZi-Y/s400/griffinc.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>There are a thousand tutorials on-line, so I won't be redundant by giving you my 'how-to'. You can find a good lesson on <a href="http://www.make-baby-stuff.com/how-to-make-a-stencil.html">their site</a>. Crafty-alumni talk about how 'easy' they are. And, yes, maybe to the more experienced...but, to me, they seem 'easy' to mess up. With practice, though, I think I'll be able to do them even better. I have lots of clips and graphics that I plan to use to create more things...newborn onesies aren't the limit, I have my eyes on pretty much anything cotton. There's a great <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/fpstencils/">flickr site</a> where people can share other templates. </div><div></div><br /><div>I used acrylic paint {it says you can}, mainly because of the affordability and variety of colors. I'm not certain I can mix what I want from just red, blue, and yellow fabric paint. </div><div>...and don't try and peek, wait until the paint dries overnight!</div><div>Teresa recommended 'setting' the paint by draping a hankerchief over the image, and splashing it with white vinegar, and then ironing it lightly. </div><br /><div></div><div>I'll be sure to share some of the other clips I have up my sleeve... cute little birdies, cherry blossoms, a 'beard' die-cut for Aaron...and about 3-4 designs that all just say 'Logan'. Let me know if you give it a try!</div>jae lindsay + aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710noreply@blogger.com1