tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60009010120133603212024-03-13T04:56:06.577-07:00The Girl In The Blue BootsThe Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-21382666662553180642011-07-12T09:05:00.000-07:002011-07-12T10:13:38.744-07:00Happily Ever AfterHi there!! First things first, I am so very sorry about my absence. Wedding planning, my job, and working on this new house are taking up way to much of my time. But in the midst of all this hectic crazy schedule, I have neglected one of my favorite hobbies, spending time with ya'll! So, I sincerely have missed ya'll and I vow to never stop blogging again! <br />
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Ya'll, this wedding stuff ain't for the faint of heart. I can only describe the deep mental anguish, the hands covered in paper cuts, the awful headaches that come from long hours of mentally calculating numbers (number of people, number of tables, number of yards for each table cloth, number of hours needed to do hair). I have gotten so in over my head in showers and thank you notes and invitations and reply cards that I feel that if I am asked to give one more opinion, my head will pop off and spin into loony land. All of this fuss and hub bub has clouded over the really important part of this wedding mess. The bigger picture is that I am getting lucky in a big way. I have the privilige of vowing to love and cherish my best friend. That I will always have someone in my life to support me and share my dreams, my success, my laughter. Someone that will help me bear the burden of failure, sorrow, and tough times. He is my cowboy in shining armor, the goofiest, sweetest, hardest working salesman in all of planet cellular land. He makes me smile when all I wanna do is sit in the floor in the middle of a huge blue paint stain that I put right on the hardest to hide spot on our new carpet in our new home that we have owned all of 24 hours. That is why I am so stressin' about this day because I want it to be the perfect reflection of my relationship with my bass fishin', football watchin' boot wearin' cowboy. But you know what, it will be. I don't think I'll notice if the table cloths are a shade off or the groomsmens tie are no where to be find after the recessional or if the buttercream is ivory instead of snow white. I am pretty positive that my mind will be on one thing and one thing only: my happily ever after spent hand in hand with my husband! I'm so glad ya'll stopped by! See ya'll soon!<br />
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Hi ya'll! I hope this beautiful weather is being enjoyed by each and everyone of ya'll! Today, I want to tell ya'll about Matt and I's fishing trip that we took early this morning. Now, I can think of a few ways I probably would have rather spent my morning (sleeping, for example) but over the last couple of years I have learned a rather important lesson. Mind you, this applies to both parties, so take turns! I cannot stress enough the importance of occasionally joining your other half in their favorite hobbies. My sweet hubby to be has been begging me for months to go fishing and it was priceless to see the look on his face when I suggested we go this morning. That alone made it worth it but then SURPRISE! I had a great time too! And I caught a HUGE flounder (it took me about 3 and 1/2 hours but by golly I caught one!) We had so much fun even though I woke up late then realized I didn't have a fishing license so we had to swing by Walmart for one of those then I got hung in every tree and grass bed this side of the mason dixon then finally after 3 and 1/2 solid hours of casting lessons (from Matt) I finally caught a fish to his 3! But it was a memory and we got to spend some precious time alone talking and laughing and bonding over fishing rods and beetle spins. Love ya'll! Have a great weekend!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hi there, ya’ll.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope ya’ll are truly enjoying the first days of May.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today’s post is dedicated to my home-away-from-home for the last four years, Tuscaloosa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seven days ago, I was perfecting the art of procrastination by putting off my book arts final paper and worrying about where all of my family and friends were going to eat lunch after graduation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, just a half an hour later, my world was a radically different place where the worries of yesterday had been replaced by very real fears about life after the storm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have seen some things in the last week that have broken my heart, tested my faith, and taught me some hard lessons about the brevity of life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, once the initial heartbreak let up, it was replaced by something altogether better: hope and determination. I have seen a city pull together with an incredible strength.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The people of Tuscaloosa are a force to be reckoned with and as the wonderful Mayor Maddox said, “Our hearts are broken but our souls are stronger than ever.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know that statement to be true and I have seen that determination played out in a variety of ways across the state.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People are donating time, goods, and money to help those who have seen some very dark days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But those dark days are behind us and we will not stop until Tuscaloosa and the other cities that were ravaged by the storm are living in brighter days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although I feel a strong sense of hope for the future, I am still having those moments where I am really struggling with why? I have had some moments where I begged my sweet Savior to help me understand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am coming to terms with the reality that I probably won’t totally understand why and I’m learning to accept that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am choosing to trust that Jesus knows much better than I do, plain and simple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Tonight, as I was watching one of my favorite shows, I was reminded of a song that I wanted to share with the people of Tuscaloosa and other hard hit cities around the South.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As Fleetwood Mac sang, “don’t stop thinking about tomorrow/ don’t stop because it’ll soon be here./it’ll be here better than before/ yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone!/don’t you look back!” So Tuscaloosa, don’t you stop thinking about tomorrow because it will soon be here and it will be better than before! Tuscaloosa, you are always on my mind and in my heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank ya’ll for stopping by and reading what I have to say! I love ya’ll! Night!</span></div><div align="center"></div>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-27628246505428754542011-03-30T17:11:00.000-07:002011-03-30T17:11:09.511-07:00Wednesday Addams'Hi there, ya'll! I hope this rainy, dreary Wednesday finds each and every one of ya'll curled up dry and warm doing something that you truly enjoy! Today, I am gonna share with ya'll a new recipe that I literally just pulled out of the oven. These are your typical Double Chocolate Chip Cookies that I am renaming Wednesday Addams' in honor of a character as deliciously dark as these cookies. Be sure to have some milk on hand.. You're definately gonna need it!<br />
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1. Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. In a big ol bowl, cream a stick of butter with 1/4 cup of sugar and a 1/2 cup of brown sugar until fluffy and light. In your microwave, melt 2.5 ounces of unsweetened baking chocolate. Then slowly beat in 1 egg, 2 teaspoons of vanilla extract, and the melted baking chocolate.<br />
2. Mix 1.5 cups of flour with a teaspoon of baking powder then add it, little by little, to the sugar/chocolate mixture. Then dump in 3/4 cup of chocolate chips.<br />
3. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto a wax-paper lined cookie sheet. Bake for 10-12 minutes (I baked mine for 11 min). Let cool a few minutes on the cookie sheet before moving to a rack. <br />
4. ENJOY with a glass of milk!<br />
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I hope ya'll get a chance to whip up these delicious cookies! Ya'll have a great rest of the week! Thanks for stopping by!The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-18953439211858478262011-03-05T19:26:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:35:05.430-08:00Dining RoomToday, my fabulous friend, Faith, and I did a little shopping. While we were out and about in Birmingham, I came across a ton of things that I want to use in the dining room of our new house. I think its important to stress that with a little creativity and time, you can find things that are inexpensive but come together to create a comfy, beautiful home. Here are some things that I love and am hoping to use in my new house, specifically, the dining room.<br />
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This lovely dining table and chairs, which I'm head over heels for, are from World Market:<br />
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And today I picked up this serving platter and bowl at HomeGoods for $20 total:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are the plates that I found from the Better Homes and Gardens Collection at Walmart. The price of $35 dollars will get you 4 place settings that consist of dinner plate, salad plate, bowl, and mug. What a great deal!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1wgt9BeiO87lyYbXQz-odxj55xYMNIDlGZPkhBnlxW3zWZ6QPE1LHvbzisxg9tHJK1OYuLnLzPdmnCuwudIbe2Gt_msPU6YspujGkiWVhVDT9FJARnTpwRAjNFx7pCumyUUw1KGEnBza/s1600/0007936300118_300X300%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1wgt9BeiO87lyYbXQz-odxj55xYMNIDlGZPkhBnlxW3zWZ6QPE1LHvbzisxg9tHJK1OYuLnLzPdmnCuwudIbe2Gt_msPU6YspujGkiWVhVDT9FJARnTpwRAjNFx7pCumyUUw1KGEnBza/s1600/0007936300118_300X300%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the color that I am planning on painting the living room, dining room, kitchen, and hallway! I love the soothing color and I'm planning on using brown, taupe, and a little doses of brighter colors to accent with!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And lastly, here are some curtains, also from World Market, that I think would go perfectly with my color scheme!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgon0D58CX2juFZ_MDXiupAjawp_wKSyDv5Tm3xxZmZbtNQXIjgUMUW14Skkabs2ZIVePC2iY94ebnj2oR30qfaZ1jrDEiRqxmSXHWYh92DTtxPvEi0UOy514COIZoDh0_s86e4jEBr8fh/s1600/pCPWM-6913298_alternate2_v300x300%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgon0D58CX2juFZ_MDXiupAjawp_wKSyDv5Tm3xxZmZbtNQXIjgUMUW14Skkabs2ZIVePC2iY94ebnj2oR30qfaZ1jrDEiRqxmSXHWYh92DTtxPvEi0UOy514COIZoDh0_s86e4jEBr8fh/s1600/pCPWM-6913298_alternate2_v300x300%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am hoping to create a calm and cozy dining room to entertain guest and eat yummy dinners at night with my husband to be! I am having an absolute blast brainstorming ideas and searching for inspiration at my favorite stores! I will keep ya'll posted as I have the opportunity to pick up pieces and see what happens! Remeber, all it takes are little touches like new dinner plates or dinner napkins to creat a new look on your dining room table and creative style doesn't have to be pricey! Ya'll have a great weekend!</div>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-91493436733637670652011-02-25T17:51:00.000-08:002011-02-25T17:51:53.851-08:00Daffodils<span style="color: #e06666;">Hi there, ya'll! I hope this post finds everyone enjoying the beautiful weather the Heavenly Father has shown us lately! My musings tonight don't have a single thing to do with cooking, cleaning, decorating, crafting, marriage, Matt, or wedding stuff. Lately I've been feeling a little overwhelmed by all the changes underway in my life. The house I've called home for the last four years has just been sold, Matt and I recently became the proud owners of our own home, and my mom and dad have decided to do a little remodeling in the house I've lived in since I was three. On top of that, I'm preparing to graduate from college, get married, and start graduate school. All of these things have transformed me from a happy go lucky girl into a weeping, emotionally unstable, hallmark commercial. So tonight, on my way to Saraland, Al from Tuscaloosa, I had a little rendevouz with my childhood. The route from T-town to Saraland happens to go right past the pot-hole patched road where my mama and papa lived for most of my life. About four years ago, they moved to be closer to my great grandmother and sold the farm where I remember spending weekends and summers growing up. Ya'll, I can't even begin to describe how perfect this house was. It was an old house with these big doors that had those door knobs that you could only open with these heavy metal skeleton keys. The front yard was full of trees and hydrangeas in every color. Even when it was 100 degrees outside, the front yard was cool from all the shade. It has this front porch that stretched all the way across the front and it had a swing on each end that was perfect for napping. The backyard was corn fields that stretched on until it met woods. Along with corn, my grandfather grew tomatoes, collards, okra, cabbage, peas, and beans. During the summers, we would eat a dinner made of fresh picked goods that I shelled, picked, or cleaned with my own two hands. We would play house, school, and store in the backyard for hours until we got hungry, mad at each other, or we had to use the bathroom. Then we would beat on the back door until my mama let us come in. Before we came in, though, we had to wash our feet in the five gallon bucket that mama kept filled with clean water and bar soap. When it rained, we would all go swing in the front porch swings or rock in rocking chairs on the front porch. Every Saturday mornings, we would watch cartoons and drink chocolate milk. Besides it being an incredible house, it was always abuzz with wildlife. I remember papa putting out hair from the barber shop to keep the deer from eating the vegetable garden. At night, we would take turns looking out the kitchen window at deer as they sniffed and poked around the yard. When I was a toddler, mama's neighbor had a pet deer, named Heather. The story goes that I walked right up to her and threw my arms around her collar-ed neck. Another time, I spotted a red fox slinking along behind the corn field. But my most favorite and magical thing about the house in Leroy, was the field across the road. In late February and early March, this field grew thousands of daffodils as far as the eye can see. My mama would take my cousins, Hayley and Hannah, and I to pick daffodils until we had so many in our arms that we left a daffodil path behind us a we tromped back to the house. Then we would dig out every vase my mama had and fill them up with daffodils and disperse them throughout the house. The house would smell like a spring breeze for days. So tonight on my way home, I stopped by to have a peek at the house I haven't laid eyes on for four years. When I pulled up in front of it, I teared up. It looked nothing and everything like the house I knew. The tree and hyndragea filled front yard was flat and bare. The scuppernong vines that lined the yard were gone. Strange vehicles filled the driveway. I pulled into the tire tracks in the field across the street to turn around. When I looked up, I saw the field full of daffodils in front of me. I turned off my car and got out. The sun had almost set and a breeze blew the smell of fresh grass and daffodils to me. The air there was always so clean and fresh and there weren't ever city lights to cloud the view of the stars. I picked as many daffodils as I could fit in the cup I dug out of the back seat. I took one more deep breath and decided that maybe I would just forget about the house the way it looked now and just remember it the way it was when I was little and how I hugged a deer and the hydrangeas that filled up the yard and most importantly, the field of daffodils. </span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">I hope that ya'll enjoyed reading about my trip down memory lane and I encourage each of you to spend some time remembering the wondeful things about ya'lls past. Seeing the house where I spent one half of my childhood helped me remember that lots of things change but somethings don't. And that no matter what, I always always have my memories of my daffodil field. Ya'll, have a wonderful weekend and thanks for stopping by!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">1. Put 1 1b. ground beef, 1 chopped onion, 1 chopped and seeded bell pepper, and 1 chopped clove of garlic into a nonstick skillet and cook, stirring frequently and breaking up the beef with a wooden spoon, over medium heat for about 8-10 minutes, until beef is evenly browned. Carefully, drain the fat.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">2. Stir in 1 tbsp mild mustard, 3/4 c. of ketchup, 1 tsp of white vinegar, and pinch each of chili powder and paprika. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Reduce heat and simmer, stirring occasionally, for 30 minutes.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">3. Divide mixture evenly among 4 hamburger buns and serve immediately. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">For the beans, I just grabbed a big can of original baked beans. I diced up 1/2 an onion and 1/2 a bell pepper and sauted them in a pan for a few minutes. Then I added the baked beans and a spoon of each: ketchup, syrup, and brown sugar. Adding a few things to a simple can of beans makes them taste like homemade instead of outa the can :) </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">For the parfaits, I whipped up some lowfat instant vanilla pudding. I added a layer of crushed graham crackers, then some diced strawberries, then a layer of vanilla pudding. I repeated once more and finished up with a sprinkle of graham cracker crumbs on top.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">This recipe turned out so delicous: both of my roommates gave it there seal of approval! I can't wait to whip this up one night and see what reaction I get from Matt. I suspect that he will greedily ask for seconds. So ya'll get in the kitchen and see what kinda trouble ya'll can get into! Thanks for stopping by and talk to ya'll again real soon!</span>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-83261489249698262902011-02-19T17:19:00.000-08:002011-02-19T17:20:45.001-08:00Wife Practice<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">Hi ya'll! I hope that this post finds everyone doing well! BIG NEWS: Matt and I bought a house!!! I'm so excited! My brain is already filled to the brim with decorating ideas, potential paint colors, and furniture arrangements. I can't wait to get some pics up so ya'll can tour the new place!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #ea9999;">Tonights blog is about what I'm jokingly calling "Wife Practice". Eating Special K for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and using my floor as extra craft space is okay when living alone but those habits may not be conducive to marital bliss. So first, I've decided to conquer cooking! The recipe I attempted is called "Battered Beef" but I think it needs a much better name. It turned out way better than I was hoping for! Here are some shots from the prep part of the cooking:</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">1. First, make the batter. Sift 1 cup of all purpose flour, a pinch of cayenne pepper, and a pinch of salt into a bowl. Make a well in the center and add 1 egg and 1/2 cup of milk. Stir together with a wooden spoon, then beat well with a whisk or mixer until smooth and full of bubbles. Stir (with wooden spoon) in another 3/4 cup of milk, cover the bowl, and let rest for 30 min.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">2. Meanwhile, preheat oven to 400 degrees. Combine 1 lb. ground beef, 1/2 onion diced, 1 garlic clove diced, and 1 tbsp. parsley chopped. Salt and pepper to tast. </span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">3. Heat oil in a shallow baking pan ( I used a rounder deeper dish and the cooking time was longer. I would recommend a 13x9 pan) until very hot, then remove pan from heat. Stir batter and pour half of it into the pan. Spread ground beef mixture on top, using a spatula, and pour remaining batter over it.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">4. Bake in the preheated oven for 20 minutes, until batter is bubbling, then reduce the oven to 350 degrees and bake additional 30 minutes, until golden brown. </span><br />
<span style="color: #ea9999;">5. Garnish with parsley and cut into squares. Serve immediately. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">I really enjoyed the final product! I might would add some cheese into the batter mixture! It was so fun to cook a real meal for myself! With a little practice over the next few months, I will be whipping up meals that will have Matt rushing home every night with his mouth watering! Later this week, I am making homemade sloppy joes!! Tune in for the recipe! Love ya'll!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">Note: This recipe came from "1 ground beef, 100 meals" by Linda Doeser</span>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-20342307570072616412011-02-08T15:52:00.000-08:002011-02-08T15:52:03.897-08:00Hi Ya'll!<span style="color: #c27ba0;">Ya'll, it has been far too long and for that I apologize. Starting back to school and getting used to my new work schedule and the run of things at my internship has been quite enough to thoroughly exhaust me. As we speak, I am sitting at the kitchen table, chin deep in psychology notes, eating peanut butter from the jar and using this wonderful blog as a tool of procrastination. So here's the update: </span><br />
<ol><li><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I bought a dress!!! I mean this dress is seriously the most amazing piece of clothing to ever grace this body. I love it, I look like a incredibly svelte movie star in it, and my mom agreed that it was pretty much, all together, amazing so we bought it. It should be in at the end of May so I will let ya'll know then how it fits and what all will begin then!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I also booked the photographer, the florist, the caterer, and the venue. I am officially getting married on August 6, 20ll at 6 p.m. at the Kirk House. Rosebud will be in charge of my beautiful flowers (green hydrangeas) and Full of Grace Catering will be in charge of the delicious fare ( A NACHO BAR!!!). All in all, things have really come together!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Matt and I are house shopping! As soon as we find a place to call home, I will keeping ya'll in on every detail from painting to appliances to bed linens. Most of the houses in our price range need a little TLC so it should be interesting to see the transformation. </span></li>
</ol><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I think that is it for now as far as updates are concerned. I'm experimenting in the kitchen so I can learn to cook something that won't poison my poor new hubby. I will fill ya'll in on the quick, easy, and delicious ones and I'll probably just keep the disasters to myself. That is unless the disaster is so hilarious that it would be wrong to keep ya'll uninformed. Keep checking back and be sure that I am working on something fabulous to share with ya'll! Love ya'll! </span>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-58813042175747093842010-12-25T09:45:00.000-08:002010-12-25T22:08:45.823-08:00The Last Christmas<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSfdlVxwLHO5sxoWAdGWXGypbD7z4kDW3EGZfdOTWal9alRC6cfP1bg2GZPez9P7Nz1iMYNwNSe-3Njd5JqbrMwQ6OIee3jf-Mg-AESVVoEMFIZPvEFT90sQ0zxoiKEeiNzvLiJKoCinj/s1600/DSCN0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSfdlVxwLHO5sxoWAdGWXGypbD7z4kDW3EGZfdOTWal9alRC6cfP1bg2GZPez9P7Nz1iMYNwNSe-3Njd5JqbrMwQ6OIee3jf-Mg-AESVVoEMFIZPvEFT90sQ0zxoiKEeiNzvLiJKoCinj/s320/DSCN0085.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Merry Christmas, ya'll! I hope that Santa visited each and every one of you and that you all got exactly what you wanted this morning. I know Santa treated me right this Christmas. Well, I write to you all this morning with mixed emotions. I love Christmas and am always joyful on the 25th of every December but this year comes with some bittersweet emotions too. This is my last Christmas as a part of my original family unit. Next year, Matt and I will be our own little family and I couldn't be more excited but I would be lying if I said I wouldn't miss the way I've spent Christmas for the last 21 years. Our Christmas mornings always go a little something like this. First, my brother and I take turns waking each other up and grumbling about how early it is. Then we run downstairs where my mom has already made up our seperate piles of presents from "Santa." After we open each present and my mom tells us why she thought Santa might have brought the gift or what made Sanat think of us when he made that particular gift. Then we clean up the paper, put in the batteries, and curl up in front of the fire while Momma makes pancakes. Then we all sit around chatting and enjoying the company. Its pretty typical American Christmas but I wouldn't have it any other way. I have the worlds greratest family. So what if we bicker and fight and argue the other 364 days a year. On Christmas we put aside our typical attitudes and slip into something a little more cheerful. Merry Christmas, ya'll, and a happy New Year!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-74646695164044176232010-12-09T13:05:00.000-08:002010-12-09T13:05:58.171-08:00The Way We Met<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e;">Hi there, ya’ll!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope everyone is bundling up and staying warm now that it has cooled down a bit in the Deep South! This is such a wonderful time of the year and I find the world just a little more magical when the air is chilly and the Christmas decorations are out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think that everyone is just a little nicer to strangers and a little less focused on themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m looking forward to being at home with my family and my sweet husband to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see, Matt and I have been a long distance couple for the last 3 ½ yrs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel a story coming on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who would like to hear a story about the way we met and how we have come to live 220 miles apart for about 9 months of the year?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I might break it up into parts-I know yalls time is precious and it’s quite a story.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIY8Mtp56rFb5GMhmG6_cfEWDaxHALkvMQfygkix4tvzQaBYRGMBrvljpzh95wlU-KBIjXSH9vN2i88sR7kHaUtM1QdipIJtEx7zKwxIhmxOFY3Ewm1SLqTM2bdI8KYi-be7iJce_2SxN/s1600/SD1+344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIY8Mtp56rFb5GMhmG6_cfEWDaxHALkvMQfygkix4tvzQaBYRGMBrvljpzh95wlU-KBIjXSH9vN2i88sR7kHaUtM1QdipIJtEx7zKwxIhmxOFY3Ewm1SLqTM2bdI8KYi-be7iJce_2SxN/s320/SD1+344.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><strong><span style="color: #45818e;">How We Met</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e;">Matt and I met at church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We both did and still do attend College Park Baptist Church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During the summers when the little kids were having Vacation Bible School, the youth group always helped out the elderly in the church with around-the-house chores.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So on the day when I first met Matt, we were doing yard work at a little old lady’s house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This little old lady happened to live a hop, skip, and a jump down the street from Matt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, in our ignorance, we hadn’t really planned on heavy yard work and this lady’s yard needed some heavy yard work so we walked down the street to borrow some extra rakes from Matt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He answered the door having just rolled out of bed (It was summer vacation, after all) with a sleepy grin and a cowlick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I recognized him; we went to school together but I had never ever talked to him or really noticed him either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So in a few minutes he showed up with a rake and his lawnmower.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With his masculine sensibility, he said that there was no reason we should rake up three feet deep of leaves when he could just pick them up with a lawnmower.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So this would be a good place to stop and comment on the fact that Matt and I didn’t really experience love at first sight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But you know, sometimes love is just like that! </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e;">Side note, but important detail, to the story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My best friend at the time was a lovely energetic girl that had “that” effect on men.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She grinned and the boys looked upon her tan face, wild highlighted-by-the sun hair, and athletic build and the rest was history.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few weeks later, the boys hung their hats up heartbroken.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was a great friend and we had a ton of great times together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So how does she factor into this story, you ask.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, lets just say that Matt was one of the guys.. That’s right, Matt took one look into her eyes and he was in serious like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never had a chance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hadn’t exactly grown into myself just yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was a little chubby with a sloppy sense of style and glasses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But all’s well that end’s well, right?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e;">Well, after the youth group spent all day working on this yard, we had to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But not Matt, he stayed and finished picking up the leaves and then cut and hedged her yard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t have to, but he did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was what did me in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was kind and funny and he didn’t give me the time of day so I was hooked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I spent the next 4-5 years, on and off, trying to get his attention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eventually, I did, but in between, we grew into best friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When that best friend of mine broke his heart, I gratefully picked up all the pieces with a comforting and listening ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I got dumped by a guy that I thought hung the moon, Matt told me I could do better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told him about high school drama and he offered the male perspective on life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We flirted and laughed and over time, I couldn’t imagine life without him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fortunately, by then, he couldn’t picture life without me either.. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9b9DpTlDF1NwkzQSnoMMDrj7OwG2vs-ou4-lqxNo-oeuyyyl7G9QvACXWmdQ2vXVnPSq8UzhRVnFurjkUkzbqIh4buxsizTPqCwMfhMa_Mx5q5Lf6UZR27ndvi2FUKUtrM1awOnMnLtcX/s1600/SD1+418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9b9DpTlDF1NwkzQSnoMMDrj7OwG2vs-ou4-lqxNo-oeuyyyl7G9QvACXWmdQ2vXVnPSq8UzhRVnFurjkUkzbqIh4buxsizTPqCwMfhMa_Mx5q5Lf6UZR27ndvi2FUKUtrM1awOnMnLtcX/s320/SD1+418.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #45818e;">As our relationship has grown, we have had our good times and our terrible times and everything in between but that is a story for another day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope you have enjoyed this little piece of us and I hope you come back for more! Love ya’ll!</span></span></div><span style="color: #45818e;"></span>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-59197626863636935682010-12-08T10:11:00.000-08:002010-12-08T11:11:53.741-08:00Dress Selection<span style="color: #45818e;">Hi there, ya'll! I hope that everyone is managing to carry on as we make our way through exam week here at the University of Alabama.. I have just the thing to cheer ya'll up.. WEDDING DRESSES!! That's right, today, I'm going to talk about wedding dress selection. A few weeks ago, my mom and I did a little shopping. And by a little, I mean six hours worth. I knew that finding the right dress wouldn't be easy, but dress shopping is down right brutal! I took my clothes off more times in one day than any self respecting Southern woman should and by the time we left David's Bridal, I was ready for a stiff drink and a long nap! </span><br />
<span style="color: #45818e;">Here is what makes dress shopping so hard: Finding the perfect dress that reflects who you are and what you want your wedding day to be like. In order to find the perfect dress, you have to know yourself. So I had to look deep down on the inside and sort through all the things I think I am, things I want to be, and things I really am. So here's what I found so far, I am a day dreamer and hopeless romantic who still tears up while watching Shakespeare in Love. So as of now, with a newfound sense of self clarity, I am in search of a gown that comes with singing birds and mice that lace me into the dress and make last minute alterations! Just kidding.. In all seriousness, I want a dress that is soft and romantic, that has a little glitter and lots of intimate detailing, i want a dress that would make Cinderella herself green with envy! </span><br />
<span style="color: #45818e;">As if defining yourself wasn't difficult enough you have to choose between fitted or poofy? lace, beading, plain? cap sleeves, straps, strapless? mermaid, trumpet, a-line, ball gown? Here are some practical thoughts for choosing the perfect gown.</span><br />
<ol><li><span style="color: #45818e;"><strong>Think about your body type</strong>. If you have some curvy girl hips and want to down play them, draw the eye up with some interesting detail on the bust or choose an a-line gown that won't over-accentuate!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #45818e;"><strong>Don't forget to ask about color options</strong>. These days, there are several color options. You can go pure white, off white, ivory, champagne, or light gold. Remember to take lighting into consideration as well. I myself look better in champagne than I do it purest white so I will most likely be choosing a off white or ivory option.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #45818e;"><strong>Have fun!</strong> Remember, its your day and no one elses. Whatever makes you feel like a bridal beauty is exactly what you should go for. </span></li>
</ol><span style="color: #45818e;">Thanks for stopping in and reading! More dress shopping plans are in the works and I can't wait to share my next adventure with ya'll! Love ya'll!</span>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-1179366005197026762010-11-25T19:06:00.000-08:002010-12-08T11:12:12.880-08:00<span style="color: #45818e;">Hi ya'll! Happy Thanksgiving!! This morning I woke up to the delicious smells of sweet potato casserole baking in the oven downstairs. As I waddled down the stairs, I heard the strains of marching band anthems welcome the holiday season from the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. My mom was laughing with my dad over a cup of coffee as they planned who would take what where and when we should arrive at Mama's house for lunch. I smiled to myself and thought, "Does it really get any better than this?" Now, of course, like any real family, our day had its rough spots. We fuss and fight, argue and tease but we always love each other!</span><br />
<span style="color: #45818e;">I can't believe how fast time flies and that Christmas will be here faster than you can say HO HO HO! I usually view Thanksgiving as signal of the Christmas holidays and brush through with more thought to the day after sales and the Iron Bowl than I really do Thanksgiving itself. But this year, it seemed a little more special to me. I want to remember everything: the smells, the laughs, the sounds, the traditions. Next year, Matt and I will start our own new traditions and as exciting as that is, I'm a little sad about not waking up next year and helping my mom in the kitchen. Matt and I will begin the complicated juggle of balancing his and my families get togethers. It will be great but I want to make sure I don't forget to experience the reason why we have these holidays. </span><br />
<span style="color: #45818e;">This year I'm thankful for a kind husband to be, a wonderfully real family who is always there for me, and friends who laugh and share everything with me. I'm also thankful for a loving Lord who has blessed me in the most gracious way! I hope all of you had wonderful Thanksgiving and that each and everyone of you are blessed beyond belief in the coming holiday season! Love ya'll! Thanks for stopping by!</span>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-32045344975034664632010-11-20T12:10:00.000-08:002010-12-08T11:12:36.224-08:00Makin' Plans<span style="color: #45818e;"> Hi there, ya'll! I hope this post finds everyone happily wasting away a beautiful Saturday afternoon! Wedding planning update: Today, I looked at save the dates, programs, and bridal stationary. I ended up ordering some beautiful bridal stationary to keep my lovely guests thanked for all of their support and gifts! Also, plans are in the works to do a little dress shopping over Thanksgiving holidays! I am beyond thrilled about this! I will keep ya'll informed as I begin my quest for the perfect dress to sport down the aisle!</span><br />
<span style="color: #45818e;"> Today, my momma and I did a little pre-Thanksgiving shopping and in the car on the way home we were listening to one of our favorite artists, Miss Miranda Lambert. (If by some huge stroke of luck Miranda is reading this post, I just want to say that I love your music! "I'm just like you, only prettier".. jk, but really, we love you!) She has this great song on her album Revolution that says exactly how I feel about my sweet husband to be. It is called "Makin' Plans" In a way, that is what this blog is all about for me. It is a place for me to share the plans that Matt and I are making and the highs and lows that come with planning a life together. Anyway, here are a few of the lyrics from "Makin' Plans"</span><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="color: #45818e;">If I wasn’t by your side/I’d never be satisfied<br />
Nothin’ would feel just right/If I wasn’t by your side<br />
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‘Cause I’m not easy to understand<br />
But you know me like the back of your hand<br />
I’m your girl and you’re my man<br />
And we’re making plans</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #45818e;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e;"> In the light of my new role of wife to be, this song really yanks on my heartstrings. The song says, "Cause I'm not easy to understand, but you know me like the back of your hand..." I know that there has been more times in the past than I care to admit to that I have been absolutely nonsensically emotional, moody, and just plain crazy. But my sweet Matt knows me and he knows that I don't always need someone to fix the problem or spout off a list of solutions, I just need someone to listen. Love, at its very simplest, is this, it is accepting the one you love for exactly who they are. Not who they were or who they will be, but who they are now. And I won't be satisfied unless he is right there by my side, whether he likes it or not! Haha, ya'll, I'm just picking! I mean, who wouldn't want to be by my side :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e;"> Thank ya'll so much for stopping by and spending a little time with me! Come back again soon! Love ya'll!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e;">P.S. Here is a pic I thought ya'll might enjoy!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_ofx6GKxZq33jn0uipy9G2hW0aFYOh4Ye6ebClXe2P-pLeTIatkZYxVImzqBU_aL-Zt93QvLC5zYZKEdyxNOAHzJ3Z1Apo2bqcwp7i3yIxfvJM07AVkftaE8noFVGA97kyuXNWQrdVyC/s1600/Matt_and_Jac%2527s_Engagement_004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_ofx6GKxZq33jn0uipy9G2hW0aFYOh4Ye6ebClXe2P-pLeTIatkZYxVImzqBU_aL-Zt93QvLC5zYZKEdyxNOAHzJ3Z1Apo2bqcwp7i3yIxfvJM07AVkftaE8noFVGA97kyuXNWQrdVyC/s320/Matt_and_Jac%2527s_Engagement_004.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><br />
</span></div>The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000901012013360321.post-28303688395220571062010-11-17T20:06:00.000-08:002010-11-17T20:06:41.800-08:00Welcome!Hi there! This is a big event for me and I am so excited about sharing a historic day in Jaclyn history: this is my very first blog. EVER. I suppose the polite thing to do would be to introduce myself. My name is Jaclyn and I'm a student at the University of Alabama ( ROLL TIDE!). I'm also a newly engaged girly and I'm sure ya'll will be hearing all about that as it occupies alot of my mind. Also, my best friend, roomate, and maid of honor is also engaged and getting married soon as well.<br />
I have been wanting to do some blogging for a while and so, with a little encouragement from my roomie, I took the plunge. My mind goes ninety to nothing all day long so this will be the perfect outlet for all those thoughts! In this blog, I will probably talk alot about books I'm reading, new things I'm trying, and all about being a bride!! I hope that ya'll will follow along the next several months as I waid through mounds of ideas for flowers, dresses, locations, etc. as I plan my big day! I love crafty stuff and am an avid painter so there will probably be lots in here about whatever new craft project I'm dabbling in! So, Welcome and I hope you enjoy reading about my adventures in reading, crafting, and wedding planning!The Girl in the Blue Bootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254396516625680577noreply@blogger.com1