2.26.2010

How a week disappears...

Writing usually comes easily,
but this week...
I have simply been lost in emotions.
My beloved {Grandaddy} passed away.
I'm still processing...

2.14.2010

Valentine's Day is only cool if you have kids...

Tami & David decided to spend time in Atlanta
for Valentine's Day.
They even gave us a little Valentine's card...

Did you know they don't make envelopes for little kiddie Valentine's cards?!
I remember spending hours stuffing, licking and name writing.
Kids get off wayyyyy too easy now days...
probably because their parents now do it for them.

Oh, but wait
this was no ordinary Valentine...

Yes, it says...
Auntie Heather!!!

We're going to be Auntie & Uncle!

And yes, for the white people, that's the Filipino style Auntie...
UN-t!

vs. the white people version ANT.

2.09.2010

The purest of love...

 Takes a while to load, but it's worth it...


Last Minutes with ODEN from phos pictures on Vimeo.

2.04.2010

Why I don't bake...

This week in getting creative I decided to bake a peach dump cake.  I should note that I do not like sweets.  I like chocolate.  The bitter-sweet kind.  The darker the better.  So, I should have known the outcome of this recipe before I even started...

Ingredients:
(2) 13 oz jars of sliced peaches in light syrup
1 package yellow cake mix
1 stick butter (1/2 cup), cut into 16 pieces
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup chopped pecans

Nope.  It didn't even occur that maybe, just maybe a full cup of brown sugar was possibly an {insane} amount of sugar.  Because I rarely never bake.  I just thought surly the creator of this recipe knows what they are doing. 

I took one bite.  
Then another to confirm.
And.
Needless to say...
it was disgusting.
Gaah-roudy!

I took a picture because it looked so pretty.
O, how deceiving those looks!

2.01.2010

A refreshing close...


Last week I went to dinner with a dear old friend.  An old friend that became a sort of growth catalyst, and I find myself wondering without her would I have noticed the things that needed improvement.  For the first time, I was able to speak freely and comfortably and just simply be authentic.

She set me on the path.  Her words led to my discovery.  I’m sure she never thought twice of those five words, but they motivated me to seek out an answer.  And over twelve years later it was finally discovered.  Maybe the real cataclysmic event occurred a couple of years ago... but she lit the match that started the fire.

Five words.  Something so small.  Simple.  Meaningless.  May forever change a person’s life.  We will never know how we impact each other’s lives, but we do it daily.

And the reward, years later, is to complete the circle by thanking her for the impact she had on my life.  My husband's life.  And our future children's lives.