tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586370033140848822024-02-07T18:27:06.062-06:00Jill's Real LifeOne Rambling Post at a Time...Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.comBlogger294125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-23718927235490091332012-02-11T20:33:00.001-06:002012-02-11T20:55:19.280-06:00And this is why I hate cooking!I just don't understand what my problem is with cooking. Something ALWAYS goes wrong so I usually just don't do it. Occasionally, I may make a pot of chili, spaghetti, or even a chicken and rice casserole but I don't make a habit of it.<br />
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But this morning, I looked at some blueberries in the refridgerator and decided I would like to try making blueberry muffins. I looked online and found a healthy recipe that had 16 ingredients - that would be SIXTEEN ingredients! I almost moved on but decided to give it a try. My <a href="http://www.jillsreallife.blogspot.com/2009/03/mornin-glory.html">last attempt at making muffins</a> turned out really good so I was feeling pretty confident.<br />
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I wrote down all 16 ingredients, went through my cabinets and marked off what I already had and then went to the store to get all the rest. A few minutes ago I went in the kitchen to get started and as I was measuring out the flour I noticed that it said "BETTER IF USED BY 03JUL10". For the stinkin' love! As you can see, the bag was full. How could I have not used flour in over a year and a half???<br />
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This is a text I got last week:<br />
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"I consulted web md and I think I'm having what is called 'Braxton hicks' contractions. It says I shouldn't be worried"<br />
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My reply:<br />
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"Baby, I hope you're not PG. I might have to leave you..."<br />
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I wish I could say this isn't normal for us.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-26327252348013056682012-02-06T05:00:00.001-06:002012-02-06T05:00:15.928-06:00I love it when a weekend comes togetherI don't usually consider it a good thing when things don't work out the way I planned but this weekend was an exception. I had anticipated working all day Saturday but was pleasantly surprised when I was able to get it all done Friday night. That left me with a completely open Saturday! I celebrated by being quite lazy and treating myself to a trip to Target where I went down every.single.aisle that struck my fancy. I know, I know... I'm a party animal. <br />
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My running partner was on vacation last week which left me running solo. I went to bed Saturday night thinking how embarrassing it's going to be when I tell her that I only ran one time. So I hauled myself out of bed Sunday morning at 5:30 to hit the pavement. And how about it started raining after I took about 10 steps. The greatest thing was that I didn't even mind because surely running in the rain is the equivalent to running 2 normal days, right??<br />
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I had a wonderful day at Church, a great lunch, and just an overall great day with Hubs on Sunday. I think my favorite part was when he decided he wanted to learn how to walk on his hands after seeing the half-time show of the Superbowl. Unfortunately, I'm not the best spotter. We'll keep working on that - it's sure to be a crowd pleaser at parties! :)Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-7624676883304774992012-01-22T18:44:00.000-06:002012-01-22T18:44:59.737-06:00Weekend Wrap-UpThe past couple of weeks have been busy, busy, busy. I've learned to be thankful when I'm busy at work because that means we're making money - which you know, is kind of good when you have a family business!<br />
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(Just a note - that last sentence is a testament to monumental changes the Lord has made in my life in the past couple of years. He is teaching me that changes in my "normal" routine are not cause to cry, be angry and generally feel like the world is coming to an end. This girl has learned that willingness to say, "OK God, You're shaking it up. You must have something really awesome in the works." allows me to ENJOY changes in my day.)<br />
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I've been blessed with a wonderfully lazy but productive weekend. Saturday morning I met my running buddy, Melissa for a long run - IN THE RAIN! We missed a couple of days this week and decided that we would run no matter what. It actually felt kind of good.<br />
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I kept James and Abbie for <a href="http://www.itstartedwithlove.blogspot.com/">Mama Hen</a> till around lunch. We spent the morning making pillow houses in the living room and a trip to Wal-mart to buy things that drive <a href="http://www.itstartedwithlove.blogspot.com/">Mama Hen</a> crazy. It's the joy of being an Aunt!<br />
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After they left Jay and I cleaned out a couple of closets. I can't tell you how good it feels to just get rid of "junk". <br />
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Saturday night the girls in my Sunday School class got together for a painting party. We all found pictures online and hoped for the best. This is my attempt at "Sassy Girl". She'll be making her home in the Laundry room with the rest of my "masterpieces".<br />
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Yesterday I got to keep my newest nephew for a couple of hours. There's no doubt I have the cutest nieces and nephews in the world! Look how sweet he is!<br />
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Today it was back to work. Thankfully, it went by really fast which was good since I'm suffering with "the Sinus". Unfortunately, my car wouldn't start when I started to leave but my brother-in-law was my hero and jumped my car off. I made it home and now Hubs has gone to get the battery replaced. Not a great way to start the New Year, but hey, if that's the worst that happens in 2012 - I'll be sittin' pretty!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-68748277734751075862011-12-21T20:08:00.000-06:002011-12-21T20:08:52.535-06:00Never a dull momentEarlier tonight I caught Hubs setting a Frito on fire. Yes, you read that right. When I asked him about it he said a guy at work told him it could be done. Two thoughts: One, how did this even come up in<br />
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And if you're wondering - a Frito can catch fire.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-19576949523966627302011-12-20T05:00:00.008-06:002011-12-20T05:00:00.890-06:00Life on the RanchThis past Friday night I had the opportunity to go to the Big Oak Ranch for Girls. The Women's Ministry at my Church has gone a few Friday nights this year to eat and watch movies with the girls so the house parents could have a night out. This was my first time to go and what a treat! We had a Christmas dinner and did some fun crafts.<br />
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The Ranch sits on 325 acres. It has 8 residential homes (where the girls live with their foster parents), a gym, pool and equine center. It is so beautiful there. Even the name is beautiful, it comes from Isaiah 61:3 "And they shall be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord that He may be glorified." I praise God for men like John Croyle who followed God's calling to minister to these children.<br />
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I had no idea the scope of the Big Oak Ranch and the ministry it is. I also had no idea how much a couple of these girls were going to get under my skin and take residence in my heart. One was 14-year old Nara. She's one of those larger-than-life personalities who attached her hip to mine right from the get-go. She kept me laughing and at one point said she wished she could get a hold of my hair and fix it. Hmmm...<br />
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Towards the end of the night we were paired with a girl to talk and pray. I was paired with Vanessa. She's in the 10th grade and from the moment she opened her mouth, I wanted to take her home. She told me she and her sister have been at the Ranch for 10 years. That's so hard for me to comprehend. I don't know her story - all I know is that she looked happy and the things she asked me to pray for were normal teenager things like school and a boy at Church she has a crush on. 10 years ago her list was probably a lot different.<br />
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I hope I have many more opportunities to go back. I can't get these two girls off my mind. God arranged our meeting and I'll forever be greatful.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-15179218617603662132011-12-19T08:17:00.001-06:002011-12-19T12:33:40.914-06:00My favorite week!The week before Christmas is by far my favorite week of the year. Even though things are always extremely busy and rushed, the time with my family and friends makes it all worth it.<br />
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I had the best weekend. Saturday night Hubs and I had our Sunday School party which is always fun. I love playing Dirty Santa with this group. It's cut-throat and we're not afraid to steal~ No Mr./Mrs. Nice Guy in this group. It's good to laugh so much your stomach hurts!<br />
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Yesterday after Church we headed over to my Mama and Daddy's for a Christmas lunch and presents with our immediate family. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this day. Mama made 3 different types of soup and cooked a ham and turkey for sandwiches. I made hot baked spinach dip and Oreo balls and Mama Hen made a homemade blackberry cobbler. We ate ourselves silly before opening gifts.<br />
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We always spend the afternoon hoppin' the kids up on as much sugar as we can and then send them home with <a href="http://www.itstartedwithlove.blogspot.com/">Mama Hen</a>. I firmly believe this is my role as self-proclaimed BEST AUNT EVER and of course, we all know that's what grandparents do. <br />
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<em>Apparently, Matt was being too mischievous for a good shot because I couldn't find one on my camera.</em></div>
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After that, I stopped by a friends for her Christmas Open House and had some apple cider that made me smile. And if that wasn't good enough, I passed a live nativity with a real camel on the way home. It was a wonderful reminder of the real reason for the season. Thank You God for Your precious Son.<br />
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Today I'm linking up with Carissa for Miscellany Monday.</div>
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I did make one little detour through the Taco Bell drive-thru. I never thought I'd go back there since we broke up after the stomach revolt of 2009 after eating a Nachos Supreme. I think that may have been when I first realized my stomach had officially entered adulthood. <br />
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Thinking back, Taco Bell hasn't been my friend for a long time. I met my one and only stalker there the summer before my Senior year of high school. We used to hang out there on Sunday nights after Church and I met a real cutie. Unfortunately, things didn't go so well and I ended up dodging him for months. The last straw was when he showed up at my dorm my Freshmen year of college wearing a doo rag.<br />
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Needless to say, I didn't go for the food. About 3:00 today I started craving one of their Strawberry Frutistas and I made a commitment in my heart to move heaven and earth to get one. Only in Alabama does it make more sense to get a frozen drink in the middle of December rather than hot chocolate. It was a sweet 61 degrees as I sat in the drive thru with the window down at 5:30.<br />
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I'll go ahead and apologize now for writing a post about my trials and tribulations with Taco Bell. It says a lot about the excitement in my life. So I'll go now. I plan on spending the rest of my night snuggled up on the couch under my electric blanket watching TV with Hubs.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-25782505093743843352011-12-01T20:11:00.000-06:002011-12-01T20:11:27.572-06:00The day where nothing really happenedSurprising, huh? I knew my day was going to be less than spectactular early this morning when I tried to fix my hair and it ended up looking like a big pile of poo. It has fully entered an "in-between" stage and is undeniably dreadful.<br />
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Somehow me and my hair managed to make it through the 8 to 5 grind without any of my coworkers running away in horror. I will say that the day did go by fairly quickly and before I knew it, me and my hair were off to the gym. The nice thing about the gym is that I can wear my cap and therefore, devote that hour and 10 minutes to counting down each and every one until it's over.<br />
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Hubs and I got home about the same time and promptly popped corn dogs in the oven because we have high food standards. We had a lovely time discussing our day as we stood in the kitchen and anxiously watched the timer countdown for the longest 20 minutes ever. And then, we enjoyed our corn dogs on paper plates while we watched recorded episodes of Judge Judy.<br />
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Yes, I know - the excitement is almost more than I can take too. Here's hoping to a good hair day tomorrow. It makes all the difference.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-66278975304581348142011-11-30T22:16:00.000-06:002011-11-30T22:16:42.205-06:00Normally, I'm not real fond of cold weather, but I have to admit - it's kind of put a smile on my face this week. Especially, when my mom showed up at work yesterday with a Caramel Apple Spice. So, so good. A gift of love....<br />
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I made our first pot of winter chili and it did not disappoint. I love it when it's so spicy that my nose runs. I just can't decide if I'd rather have chili or taco soup. Love, love, love them both.<br />
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On another note, Hubs got an <a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/warfare/60b6/">Airzooka</a>. If you're super geeky like us, you might have a lot of fun with it! I apologize in advance for the horse laugh you'll here at the end.<br />
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I have LOVED this long weekend. After I got off work Wednesday night I got my hair done, convinced Hubs to go to the grocery store with me and then came home and made a chicken cheese ball. (I refused to go to the in-laws with<a href="http://jillsreallife.blogspot.com/2011/11/ice-ice-baby.html"> just ice</a>.)<br />
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We had a great time with Hub's family Thanksgiving Day. It was my newest nephew's first holiday and we loved having a baby in the house! It was so sweet to look over and see Hubs with his niece and 2 nephews on his side of the family all on the couch together.<br />
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Should I pull a Phoebe?<br />
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<strong><em>Phoebe: Yeah well, that's 'cause I'm in charge of cups and ice, and Monica is gonna rue the day that she put me in charge of cups and ice.</em></strong><br />
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But, I kept at it and a couple of months ago, Hubs convinced me to sign up for the Vulcan Run. 6.2 miles seemed impossible at the time. I thought I would run as long as I could and then walk the rest. I was good with that because my personal running goal didn't go past 3 miles. (Yes, I am an overachiever.)<br />
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About a month before the Run, I went out running by myself on a Sunday morning before Church. Normally, J2 runs with me but she wasn't feeling well. I headed down to an area close to my house with the intentions of running 2 miles. It was wonderful - I was listening to my praise and worship music, talking to my Lord and before I knew it, the 2 miles were up. I decided to try two more and after that, another two. 6 MILES!! Holy Cow, I think I became a runner that day.<br />
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The next Sunday we ran 7 and the next 8. The Vulcan Run has come and gone and I look forward to my morning runs with my friends. It's hard to get up so early (we all work) but I love being out as the sun comes up. It feels like a sweet treat God gives us. It really has become a special time of prayer and worship.<br />
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I never thought I'd be a runner. I especially never thought God would use it to give me more time with Him.<br />
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I caught my Mom telling someone the other day that I had run a marathon. I had to explain to her that I ran a 10K, not a marathon. BIG DIFFERENCE - BIG! So, if my Mama told any of you I ran a marathon, you probably already guessed that wasn't true. Or maybe you just thought I had turned into Super Girl. If that's the case - I'm good with that.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-60942539632806214852011-11-21T05:00:00.003-06:002011-11-21T05:00:14.182-06:00It's been a while...Hello, my name is Jill. You may remember me. I used to post here somewhat regularly.<br />
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Well, life got in the way for a while and I let this blog take a back seat. Actually, it's more like I left it crying on the curb. I may not have left comments as much as usual but I have been keeping up with all of you. I think I've now rectified this broken blog relationship and I think we're on good terms again.<br />
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I've missed being able to tell you all the mundane details of my life. Like how there's an hour of my life I desperately wish I could get back that was spent watching Top 20 Most Shocking Moments - the Backyard Boneheads edition with Jay. #12 was the story of a man who pulled his tooth by tying a string from his tooth to a board and then taking a hammer to the board. He said he used to use pliars but "it hurt too much". I would expand on that but there are no words.<br />
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Thankfully, that wasn't the most exciting part of my weekend. Yesterday, we had Thanksgiving with all my family at my Mom and Dad's house. It was wonderful! I do believe my Mama may be the best cook in the world. Her dressing is out of this world! Hubs and I had leftovers for lunch and it was just as good today as it was yesterday. <br />
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Unfortunately, <a href="http://www.itstartedwithlove.blogspot.com/">Mama Hen's</a> youngest hadn't been feeling good and threw up not too long after we got there. He spent the rest of the afternoon in the back bedroom watching Kung Foo Panda. He did come out long enough to blow the candles out on his birthday cake but then turned around and walked out of the room. You know a 5 year old is sick when he blows the candles out and then makes his way back to the bedroom without any cake. We all thought about his recent projectile experience, the amount of spit that probably came out while blowing out the candles and decided it might not be in our best interest to eat that cake. I had <a href="http://www.itstartedwithlove.blogspot.com/">Mama Hen's</a> apple pie instead. Yes, I think that was a wise choice.<br />
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All in all, it's been a great weekend!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-86549702782389485232011-08-10T06:35:00.001-05:002011-08-10T06:35:00.760-05:00You might be a maw maw if...<br />
1. You record Judge Judy everyday. And you looked on Netflix to see if you could get Season 1.<br />
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2. There is no such thing as "too much" moisturizer after you take your makeup off at night.<br />
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3. You find yourself not drinking anything after 7 for fear you'll be going to the bathroom all night.<br />
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4. You go for your annual physical and the doctor starts his sentence with "women your age...".<br />
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5. You go to a restaurant and don't recognize one single song that plays the whole time you're there.<br />
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6. The 90's are the "good ole' days".<br />
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7. You blink and it's your birthday again. And you have to really think about how old you'll be.<br />
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8. College students look like babies.<br />
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9. You're too tired to think of a 9 and 10 and decide to go to bed instead.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>I'm not saying any of these relate to me in any.way.whatsoever. It's just an observation...</em></strong></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">ONE</span></strong> - Weather - I can't believe this heat. Sometimes I walk outside and it almost feels suffocating. The 20 feet or so I walk from my office to my car in the afternoons is enough to do me in. I've said it <a href="http://jillsreallife.blogspot.com/2010/06/king-of-cool.html">before</a>, but I will forever be grateful to this man, Willis Haviland Carrier - inventor of the air conditioner.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>THREE</strong></span> - I'll be an Aunt again in November! (No, not <a href="http://itstartedwithlove.blogspot.com/">Mama Hen</a>.) Hubs sister, Kay is PG with a boy! I just can't wait for him to get here!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-65539418731015854022011-06-11T15:40:00.000-05:002011-06-11T15:40:05.328-05:00A Perfect 10It's hard to believe but my sweet niece, Abbie Grace, turned 10 today. Where has the time gone???<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If I could bottle up her enthusiasm for EVERY.SINGLE.THING I would be a millionaire. She is Anne of Green Gables, Laura Ingalls, and a princess all rolled into one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I picked her up last night for some girl time. We checked into a hotel and I'm not going to lie, I was T.I.R.E.D. I could have laid down on that hotel bed right then and been out! I had not slept good the night before and it was a long week at work. But, I told my old lady bones to get it together and we headed out to eat. I told Abbie we could eat anywhere she wanted and all she wanted was a cheeseburger. So, that's what we did. Then we spent the next few hours going to every single shoe store in Hoover looking for this ONE pair of shoes that she was dying to have. Thankfully, we finally found a pair that she liked and that fit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This girl had me laughing all night. I love it that she totally confident in herself. She even talked me into taking her to Toys R Us before heading home. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After we woke up and got ready we headed to IHop for breakfast. She couldn't resist the funny face pancakes.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Our day ended with manicures and pedicures. I can't believe I didn't take a picture of her fingers and toes because she got the cutest color with flowers and polka dots. Thanks for letting me be a part of your day Abbie girl! I'm the luckiest Aunt in the world!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-54859837351364594462011-06-08T18:47:00.000-05:002011-06-08T18:47:30.717-05:00Catching UpIf there was a Worst Blogger of the Year award, I'm pretty sure I would get it. I'm not quite sure why I can't seem to post more than once a month... It could have something to do with my unique ability to waste more time than the average person. It's good to be above average at something, right? <br />
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I'm also pretty sure it has something to do with the heat. Usually getting in my car to leave work is a happy, happy time. Now I spend the first few minutes of my drive home trying to hold my legs up so the seat doesn't burn my skin off. Yes I know, I somehow can't remember to grab a towel or something before I leave home.<br />
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I have had a busy couple of months. In May I wrapped up my 12 week exercise class (started another last night!), finished leading Beth Moore's David study on Wednesday nights and... took a trip to Vegas with my sister-in-laws.<br />
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Should Bible Study and Vegas be in the same sentence??? J/K. My sister-in-law Kay had to do an audit for work and was sweet enough to invite Amy and me along for four nights of sister-in-law togetherness. I certainly had a great time with Amy and Kay but I think it's safe to say I'm not a Vegas kind of girl. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I did enjoy laying out by this fabulous pool</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and seeing the Hoover Dam</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and my favorite Sister-in-Laws</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and these two kissing turtles that we saw at Red Rock Canyon.</div><br />
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Till next time...Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-7346283800599330232011-05-15T19:19:00.000-05:002011-05-15T19:19:26.603-05:00Old Man SharpeA few days ago Jay and I were sitting in the living room watching TV when I commented that I wished the big light wasn't on. I started to get up and had to do a double-take.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Apparently, I need to start calling him Paw Paw. I also might need to limit his time on the internet - or at least hold onto the credit card.</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-17900792612726909122011-05-08T05:00:00.053-05:002011-05-08T05:00:04.809-05:00Mama MiaI'm not very good with writing my thoughts so it will be impossible for me to explain how much I love my Mama. I'm not sure how I got so lucky. I guess the Lord knew I would have been totally whacked out without her. (Well more whacked out than I already am.)<br />
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It's amazing how our relationship has evolved through the years. We've become true friends. I wish all of you knew her. To know her is to love her. And for those of us who do, we are so blessed!<br />
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Happy Mother's Day!<br />
<div align="center"></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-4826708879443435792011-04-25T21:05:00.000-05:002011-04-25T21:05:46.287-05:00The Painful TruthI had my first mammogram today. I was NOT sufficiently warned. I was NOT prepared. I didn't know this was going to happen when I went to my appointment. They should have told me. Someone should have told me.<br />
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I love how the nurse said there would be some "slight discomfort". Um yeah, sure if slight discomfort means PAIN.LIKE.NO.OTHER!<br />
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If we can put a man on the moon, why can they not find a better, less painful way to do this??? Just something to ponder.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-35235364728130806652011-04-12T20:49:00.000-05:002011-04-12T20:49:09.017-05:00No Means NoIn case you didn't know, I'm not much of a rebel. I've pretty much been a plain Jane my entire life. My wardrobe consists of white, black, gray, off-white, brown... get the picture? Everytime my BF and I go shopping she tries and tries to get me to buy some clothes that are bright colors but I always end up buying my "safe" pieces.<br />
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I think I might have just taken a baby step. I can't help but smile when I look down at my bright colored toes peaking out of my brown shoes (and of course, brown pants)! You gotta love a polish called "No Means No"!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Watch out y'all! Who knows what's next!</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858637003314084882.post-36108887322097415322011-04-09T08:46:00.000-05:002011-04-09T08:46:49.858-05:00Yes, I'm AliveTo those of you that checked on me to make sure I'm still alive - the answer is Yes. I won't post a pic to prove it because I seriously need to get my hair and eyebrows done. If I was a cool chick I would spend the next few minutes recounting the amazing things I've had going on which caused me to have no time for blogging A SINGLE THING for almost two months. But I think we all know better than that. So, I'll just give you the facts m'am, just the facts.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Things that have happened since I last blogged:</div><ol><li>I joined a 12-week exercise class that has kicked my hiney in every possible way. It meets on Tuesday and Thurday nights and for almost 2 hours I do a workout that causes me to sweat more than I would have previously thought humanly possible. I just completed week 7 and since I'm still alive, I consider that a success!</li>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAwQY48-4_dH-Fqs9OH7X0nULcZQhgYYklAp8hVZ0AOzUM3G7e9pWseIw0OUud1AE6ainvSOyiIi6RiwZRIad4fleYhOxGEf1tP-l0ZzasxMwE4qm6MTUVSaAm9gzwyp2wtXO5HjfWWA/s1600/pms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAwQY48-4_dH-Fqs9OH7X0nULcZQhgYYklAp8hVZ0AOzUM3G7e9pWseIw0OUud1AE6ainvSOyiIi6RiwZRIad4fleYhOxGEf1tP-l0ZzasxMwE4qm6MTUVSaAm9gzwyp2wtXO5HjfWWA/s320/pms.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><li>Hubs and I took a quick trip to Tampa a couple of weeks ago to see a Yankees Spring Training game. We flew out on a Friday morning, saw the game Friday night and flew back Saturday afternoon.</li>
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</ol><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So there you have it, all my <strike>excuses</strike> reasons for not blogging. There are more that include the likes of sheer laziness but we won't get into all that. I missed you guys and thanks to those of you who checked in!</div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17124506343527228552noreply@blogger.com8