tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27533590447368134712024-03-13T01:36:57.445-07:00Fierce. Champion. Warriorthe good, the bad, the ugly...Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-81393656044849228942010-06-28T20:12:00.001-07:002010-06-28T20:18:28.946-07:00Green Juice<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">when life gives you lemons</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">make lemonade...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a super health green juice!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOX6ysCZNFRFxaqs2E9Ta4nY0HT0cSIsPjOlHktmzMAPrxzXYMGtSJIyratUKai55srSJj2vMfCqmxFI5TnCQLz_9sUuCbeBaXyG8bTnWQyomj_7J7L0gwRwMUFrkfHZHlBXpwe2WFJqg/s1600/DSCF1776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOX6ysCZNFRFxaqs2E9Ta4nY0HT0cSIsPjOlHktmzMAPrxzXYMGtSJIyratUKai55srSJj2vMfCqmxFI5TnCQLz_9sUuCbeBaXyG8bTnWQyomj_7J7L0gwRwMUFrkfHZHlBXpwe2WFJqg/s400/DSCF1776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488029127624177538" /></a></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-12888372423807651922010-06-24T13:37:00.000-07:002010-06-24T14:05:02.170-07:0010 months... New<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I can't believe he's 10 months old!</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Every day is something new</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Noises, gestures, actions</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">You name it!</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I have never felt so many feelings defeat </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">yet matched so perfectly with waves of triumph</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Slept so little yet loved so much...</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We have some serious fun together!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here's a little of the last few weeks!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Friends 'Super Hero' Bday Party!</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4M6d0dd1bI_1RqwsaKj0MLo-Fo_Cns_gaoW1Es4Ajsi-riCLXLuuYz0yxbGPogbjVYqXB_GG7U7U3N966A6a5gRuBB4pG_TVPPX0f9x1bN1yDr3Fkbm3Lg-WbISAOWnXjfGLIPv9bXs/s1600/DSCF1406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4M6d0dd1bI_1RqwsaKj0MLo-Fo_Cns_gaoW1Es4Ajsi-riCLXLuuYz0yxbGPogbjVYqXB_GG7U7U3N966A6a5gRuBB4pG_TVPPX0f9x1bN1yDr3Fkbm3Lg-WbISAOWnXjfGLIPv9bXs/s400/DSCF1406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486445559957418994" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hanging out Mr. T style!</span></span></span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCNay5AKquxwSbagh9CJBZ6eCSO26-pto_ppq7g8wduYGxeh7NdZBEW0oGdKba-EWLAYzsNMNMsvk-iuoPrCKlNbdRATbetGU4osh48m_2W53tzfx_Mo0UmFUFHZIlYwWO_1FlpRXhZY/s1600/DSCF1448.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCNay5AKquxwSbagh9CJBZ6eCSO26-pto_ppq7g8wduYGxeh7NdZBEW0oGdKba-EWLAYzsNMNMsvk-iuoPrCKlNbdRATbetGU4osh48m_2W53tzfx_Mo0UmFUFHZIlYwWO_1FlpRXhZY/s400/DSCF1448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486445596017537010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Crazy hair day... just because!</span></i></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorhHrXpRuvyU_GigrdhLSRDF3-Uon4d-2ePpxUUfW4g0Nel2ii_wBzAmgPsCrxOzn26tbHeRuTMWmMRIuvT_f7OzET8T5t3yJOb0g4QxM9ZGOAG4ra2NnX-zkt-e5XuPLz4nvjIbZSls/s1600/DSCF1443.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorhHrXpRuvyU_GigrdhLSRDF3-Uon4d-2ePpxUUfW4g0Nel2ii_wBzAmgPsCrxOzn26tbHeRuTMWmMRIuvT_f7OzET8T5t3yJOb0g4QxM9ZGOAG4ra2NnX-zkt-e5XuPLz4nvjIbZSls/s400/DSCF1443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486445581417007938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Must do 'everything' standing up... even bath time!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcA5D8YDtXNGdnOHD7cvGUfIppX5TGbaJEKht3FfvBK0MrkMBEiDf3K9IZBPYJU8IKo5iFhEUPQw3LHsibISD_qCBxAeywmbxXTqc1wQyWq_VZUMxyS8Jg-Pang9ScJ0CLu0b8kqQkxM/s1600/DSCF1418.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcA5D8YDtXNGdnOHD7cvGUfIppX5TGbaJEKht3FfvBK0MrkMBEiDf3K9IZBPYJU8IKo5iFhEUPQw3LHsibISD_qCBxAeywmbxXTqc1wQyWq_VZUMxyS8Jg-Pang9ScJ0CLu0b8kqQkxM/s400/DSCF1418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486445573477572642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A successful hostile takeover of mom & dads bed!</span></span></i></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8t17rU9c3THe2qmi_eh_H0fS4kTfPOY6bccGAxYHdpqlCSOEsZ_Mxgp-i7nzlJnlpqzxTxZ9ieIOWTodVt38lDp1xBWJ007HfX97GfjXOjBxAWDbNlTm2bMdjsUiTMe6nHLnYDVVSqlg/s400/DSCF1453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486445609315555650" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-91503238538622083812010-05-25T06:10:00.000-07:002010-05-25T06:21:08.829-07:00Holy Cowabunga!I had NO idea...<br />that a move across the country would effect my little family members so much.<br /><br />I had NO idea...<br />how owning a business would feel. It has felt a lot like having a second child. In the sense that it consumes your every act, all day. You think about it from sun up, until sun down. And the level of loyalty, and good will that you wish for it- crazy!<br /><br />It's all good. We are all good.<br /><br />Just letting you know that I haven't died. I still love you and care about you and what's going on in your life!<br /><br />Pray for us these next couple of months as we continue to transition in the office and in our lives. I promise to soon, very soon start blogging again! Patience my sweet friends!<br /><br />xoxoChandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-16284091305760439392010-05-21T05:02:00.001-07:002010-05-21T06:15:47.632-07:009 months... what a crazy month!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtrMJc9LUo7AtVFzgaqWYUyANU8feeKbED7EGvkACOoXV7GiLz9N_iRt9VObJWSFvwLqQeAG7d6KsXIjIuEImOw9kzhuc8YvfP9N8lesDIUFGDkNW1fvGQt3rUHzmfpF1-TJqnJHmGX4/s1600/DSCF1767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtrMJc9LUo7AtVFzgaqWYUyANU8feeKbED7EGvkACOoXV7GiLz9N_iRt9VObJWSFvwLqQeAG7d6KsXIjIuEImOw9kzhuc8YvfP9N8lesDIUFGDkNW1fvGQt3rUHzmfpF1-TJqnJHmGX4/s400/DSCF1767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473702282100354402" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday we celebrated Parker's 9 months of life by going to the zoo with my sis-in-law and her two cuties.<br /><br /><br />Lately I've been feeling like <span style="font-style: italic;">'Oh my word, he's not a baby any more.'</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">'He's almost 1 you know... I should start planning his birthday.'</span> and that's really just to name a few, really...<br /><br />But then it hit me yesterday. <span style="font-weight: bold;">He's still a baby - he's 9 months old!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Hello, Chandra! Cool your jets Lady...</span><br /><br />So, today I'm back on track. Embracing every moment, fall, scratch, tear, bite :) sleepless night... Because he's still a baby! (Although I think that someone should tell him this, because SERIOUSLY the kid thinks he's ready for college.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This month Parker has spent some of his time,<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Standing up to EVERYTHING!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RFsYyx7FekdubITXwHzhsUf3TdPOpfD6-6UTDQXxAsCq2GH8sy522lsAdFLhyGIraeYr1SRbosfV1-uKVkS76CVLvFa-3B8w1IQKNOcsp4LwcLbmMiecraJiU_NTQqRYgLn0YLypfoI/s1600/DSCF1610.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RFsYyx7FekdubITXwHzhsUf3TdPOpfD6-6UTDQXxAsCq2GH8sy522lsAdFLhyGIraeYr1SRbosfV1-uKVkS76CVLvFa-3B8w1IQKNOcsp4LwcLbmMiecraJiU_NTQqRYgLn0YLypfoI/s400/DSCF1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473702277796802706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Eating Beets!</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HgWxcb273q1P748CKZX7CtkTLOuULoqkhoh0AsDO1iQu3IRSxCt1fl2MFTdjdV60kfeJzFzM6gLzeu8BE_figFid_hMiQefYJKUU8afxI9rpTRvEOi_gVLSJgzYSCYRk34Lww4ESOsg/s1600/DSCF1688.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HgWxcb273q1P748CKZX7CtkTLOuULoqkhoh0AsDO1iQu3IRSxCt1fl2MFTdjdV60kfeJzFzM6gLzeu8BE_figFid_hMiQefYJKUU8afxI9rpTRvEOi_gVLSJgzYSCYRk34Lww4ESOsg/s400/DSCF1688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473702289732416626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eating Grass!</span></span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnmkpjYA591JNnwWfUu5SqDmqdT2-_EiTUFxjPs7voOCUfCFUhXk32y9sQ2EvZ6lTTP6EvQePUblxdrWfIdDYZtnkJkcg5jeMSRY8qDk3wMD8VJ-Aru261s11qtwRPwXd_nGuiHZfpvc/s1600/DSCF3060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnmkpjYA591JNnwWfUu5SqDmqdT2-_EiTUFxjPs7voOCUfCFUhXk32y9sQ2EvZ6lTTP6EvQePUblxdrWfIdDYZtnkJkcg5jeMSRY8qDk3wMD8VJ-Aru261s11qtwRPwXd_nGuiHZfpvc/s400/DSCF3060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473702292800004594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Making funny 'cheese' faces!</span></span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sSA-9iQjtFHRI1PV7Mazfjh5TK2hlWVwH_iT8lyQ6XLzF9bHeiufwurNV9ergheQGAI8uwC25HDEqYUJd23MykwO41bWQVf7MDALexqWqerrC-kRYseRQWPvzXHqS9KaTHXFkrl3B-s/s1600/DSCF1743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sSA-9iQjtFHRI1PV7Mazfjh5TK2hlWVwH_iT8lyQ6XLzF9bHeiufwurNV9ergheQGAI8uwC25HDEqYUJd23MykwO41bWQVf7MDALexqWqerrC-kRYseRQWPvzXHqS9KaTHXFkrl3B-s/s400/DSCF1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473702303085491106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Waiving!</span></span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvioupStyA-qqTGrpdHydk896kziKsdGWuXpASgU6y9PmijQs-n_0CYTv1azFHf-zeTQjPpxuAHhG5f949UjyaLjs2nKdiQecnG1s4Y8a8dlChG6Banv2zvfY_pkM2FECWdL0bcKdtRW8/s1600/DSCF1752.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvioupStyA-qqTGrpdHydk896kziKsdGWuXpASgU6y9PmijQs-n_0CYTv1azFHf-zeTQjPpxuAHhG5f949UjyaLjs2nKdiQecnG1s4Y8a8dlChG6Banv2zvfY_pkM2FECWdL0bcKdtRW8/s400/DSCF1752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473709941161211970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">has orchestrated a very LARGE sleep strike... at night time any way!</span></span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4a7Sm1z6Jef6sBspbSwGAysmTP5SX4rVg8qZMAbXRUo6wVhQboKDpsLSUVMTtHvb5CnWyQo04XgNLhMtPedQFmkR1slWZ-CgNd8Gqk8KFECf4pY5romc8S-OrF2CPob0dXJZ_XIEC5M/s1600/DSCF1771.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4a7Sm1z6Jef6sBspbSwGAysmTP5SX4rVg8qZMAbXRUo6wVhQboKDpsLSUVMTtHvb5CnWyQo04XgNLhMtPedQFmkR1slWZ-CgNd8Gqk8KFECf4pY5romc8S-OrF2CPob0dXJZ_XIEC5M/s400/DSCF1771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473709933416939666" border="0" /></a>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-22579626229372718342010-05-14T05:44:00.000-07:002010-05-14T05:56:41.425-07:00Unlock the magic!Yesterday was a BIG day for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Endels</span>!<div>We officially own a practice... and a building.</div><div><br /></div><div>Parker and I didn't want to miss the signing with Daddy's blood</div><div>so we showered, dressed in our best and left the meeting before it really got started!</div><div><br /></div><div>I wasn't sure if they could <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">concentrate</span> between the jingling of keys that were launching spit bombs across the large conference room table</div><div>or the sound of the grunts coming from Parker as he turned bright red and looked at me like, Mom, can you help?! (They thought he was being silly, but I knew it was the poop he's been working on for a few days!)</div><div><br /></div><div>So we left.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then we entertained everyone in the lobby until 1 hour passed and daddy emerged strapped to a wagon hauling a butt load of papers to the car. It was finished, just like that...</div><div><br /></div><div>Parker, dearest Parker. Please have patience with us as we dive head first into this business. It is all for you son. </div><div><br /></div><div>God, bless us. Bless the practice. Bless others through us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gotta go... gotta get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span>, and phone lines and, and, and......</div><div><br /></div><div><i>(Parker eating the keys to his future!!!)</i></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWJ1ybX6H8EZjGBzF2uIsKoeb5WoCdFAtSoZhiFF3-V4M2JVEYej4nmnyniBd2waZCaq2vB6zvX_EooUaSwa1XzfdcVIYemEr70JgFdVOI80lwY61Ek2iQOKnl_7OejWtRIi50pMIuVE/s1600/DSCF1717.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWJ1ybX6H8EZjGBzF2uIsKoeb5WoCdFAtSoZhiFF3-V4M2JVEYej4nmnyniBd2waZCaq2vB6zvX_EooUaSwa1XzfdcVIYemEr70JgFdVOI80lwY61Ek2iQOKnl_7OejWtRIi50pMIuVE/s400/DSCF1717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471108112038279330" /></a><br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-9348320510785931612010-05-11T05:37:00.000-07:002010-05-11T05:58:14.865-07:00A melted heart<div style="text-align: center;">If you have spoken with me these last few weeks, </div><div style="text-align: center;">it's no secret that there's been a lot of these... </div><div style="text-align: center;">and not just from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mr</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">parker</span>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDR-s6g_KjKAjVUnOtRQUYxNCwg_DIBVS37qAbX22IimBXahJ5rwyUlPjb-1vfOd5jUBoJY8PO7T0DNbmgvDIKZdzAuJRurPg0lCdcZ-CXzxA8bj1l9hFLV_92vENqba8H0s49qwm2Bs/s1600/DSCF3232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDR-s6g_KjKAjVUnOtRQUYxNCwg_DIBVS37qAbX22IimBXahJ5rwyUlPjb-1vfOd5jUBoJY8PO7T0DNbmgvDIKZdzAuJRurPg0lCdcZ-CXzxA8bj1l9hFLV_92vENqba8H0s49qwm2Bs/s400/DSCF3232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469991795834196098" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">~The move</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Mommies emotions</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Teething</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Little sleep</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have made things a little stressful...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">amidst</span> all the craziness and uncertainty </div><div style="text-align: center;">there is JOY!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihs60flIr-yr32toMwH-2sFWknX9jRH-0LcUKKOaNd-XBhWaslTP0ysdEaTk4qtFSa793Tz-18BYss-jRfCl5FyCT07eIMG2zuCDtsbq0MxhTLte2T6dxLUmUCmZHd5L-fce2350SFsXc/s1600/DSCF1706.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihs60flIr-yr32toMwH-2sFWknX9jRH-0LcUKKOaNd-XBhWaslTP0ysdEaTk4qtFSa793Tz-18BYss-jRfCl5FyCT07eIMG2zuCDtsbq0MxhTLte2T6dxLUmUCmZHd5L-fce2350SFsXc/s400/DSCF1706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469995608232229298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning, after a sleepless night,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Parker showered us with kisses</div><div style="text-align: center;">and chanted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">da</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">da</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">da</span>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our hearts melted in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">unison</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and it was like we didn't have a trouble in the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And why should we?</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have each other and our health and the love of Jesus!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rock on!</div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-17579623512208009152010-05-06T11:53:00.000-07:002010-05-06T12:04:26.482-07:00Little Hiatus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjS729LQaknxwfT7KBhPgh8brL-iLR546-u3RdYRqTVsiMnaQ0_BgwVyhEeiqaxkfm9hMCtZsdbQcuasLOZ2VWuAs3Zbu-o2mX9mVVNxLpO1VR4UMOwPkPpLMAGfWyk7ATx1EJ6FK3bI/s1600/DSCF3064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpjS729LQaknxwfT7KBhPgh8brL-iLR546-u3RdYRqTVsiMnaQ0_BgwVyhEeiqaxkfm9hMCtZsdbQcuasLOZ2VWuAs3Zbu-o2mX9mVVNxLpO1VR4UMOwPkPpLMAGfWyk7ATx1EJ6FK3bI/s400/DSCF3064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468234552432154402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This week we will finalize our move <span style="font-style: italic;">across the country</span>.<br />Until then Park and I are on the farm and Doug in his trusty Penske!<br /><br />Life should be a little more normal next week! More to come...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfBhBcZl9UeCN_3ERRDJRr6Y7242ePhY800rvocQ8gNSCJ4KvLh49KpEXDVabmKAeqHDK2v5_qkVQduittY-PXluEA98JDsAkCekNPYnlDYjNb4dz5O5A_TysQWBcZAeP9I_XmL6vYFA/s1600/DSCF3059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfBhBcZl9UeCN_3ERRDJRr6Y7242ePhY800rvocQ8gNSCJ4KvLh49KpEXDVabmKAeqHDK2v5_qkVQduittY-PXluEA98JDsAkCekNPYnlDYjNb4dz5O5A_TysQWBcZAeP9I_XmL6vYFA/s400/DSCF3059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468234560383862210" border="0" /></a></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-63713738831483343302010-04-30T09:29:00.000-07:002010-04-30T09:34:25.378-07:00Parker 'the' Man's 1st Kiss!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Parker & Eloise </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">sitting in a tree</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">K-I-S-S-I-N-G!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;">1st comes love</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;">don't worry we've already arranged their marriage!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;">Happy Friday all!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11358041&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11358041&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/11358041">Parker's 1st Kiss</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3402871">Chandra Endel</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-30151196536706375522010-04-29T09:10:00.000-07:002010-04-29T09:21:24.491-07:00Perception<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_h8ltsnEmqDFZ-OqBDgYxcKksyTkGugz-UzmKgxJIIwVxK8HyMlVKUP8IdsMQOYAKukJKcXPUHTZKoxwfYFSPM8nOWdjM_xKIF0RFQ_Zaovqie-OH4H-lnOF083uwAL6G-cPkiPw32LY/s1600/220px-RobertFuddBewusstsein17Jh.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_h8ltsnEmqDFZ-OqBDgYxcKksyTkGugz-UzmKgxJIIwVxK8HyMlVKUP8IdsMQOYAKukJKcXPUHTZKoxwfYFSPM8nOWdjM_xKIF0RFQ_Zaovqie-OH4H-lnOF083uwAL6G-cPkiPw32LY/s400/220px-RobertFuddBewusstsein17Jh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465595248657859762" border="0" /></a><br />Chatting with a group of moms this week, one asked, <span style="font-style: italic;">'So, the terrible two's... what are they like?'</span><br /><br />The mother of the two year old, thinking her son was rather behaved said<span style="font-style: italic;"> 'It's not bad.'</span><br /><br />A third mother said, <span style="font-style: italic;">''You know... I think it's all about your perception of your child in this moment of their lives. If we choose to experience these moments as 'They aren't listening.' 'She is just so strong willed.' 'He is biting, pulling, spitting, ahhh!' then it outright sucks! But rather if we embrace these moments as 'Wow, she is so interested in how things work.' 'He thinks he's such a big boy he can do it himself!' 'She wants to be a part of everything that I do in my big world!' then it's a pretty amazing time!''</span><br /><br />How do <span style="font-weight: bold;">you</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">choose</span> to live it?!Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-46442342026031757312010-04-28T09:28:00.000-07:002010-04-28T09:43:32.441-07:00Wish List Wednesday: 1 for me, 1 for you<div style="text-align: center;">I have been lusting me a pair of Toms for a couple of months now.<br />I'm holding out for the perfect spring day... and clearly a little extra cash!<br /><br />I think the concept is great and love supporting those who help others, you know?!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'</span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.toms.com/our-movement/">TOMS Shoes</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> was founded on a simple premise: With every pair you purchase, TOMS will give a pair of new shoes to a child in need. One for One. Using the purchasing power of individuals to benefit the greater good is what we're all about.'</span><br /><br />(I hope that one day when my family is <span style="font-style: italic;">hoofing</span> around Burkina Faso, that we see others sporting our same kicks!)<br /><br />This week I received an email from them saying, 'Toms <span style="font-style: italic;">loves</span> Mother's Day!' Probably should have forwarded this to my husband... (Please get the hint!) Seriously they are so cute, I don't even know how I would pick just one color, or one style... the coolest thing yet is they just made <span style="font-style: italic;">Tiny Toms</span> for babes too! I've been waiting for months for the release date and was a little sad to see that the sizes are too big for park man... next summer!<br /><br />Here are my picks... at the moment!<br /><a href="http://www.toms.com/womens/seaport-vegan-classics">Seaport Vegan Classics</a><br />$54<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0-DZgiRu4Rk7133SBgjfJKNInre0zYpLm5gU-ayXn2oJHxv-9dUS6__zt3A-qmO-Fg7Aj0K6RY-5b_Wr31uJZXvtR8a_RKZEKCWb7e1kB1I6KMPgleDtHiCOqXHlB00KoAChBuz90Ks/s1600/w-cultranthro-seaport-h_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0-DZgiRu4Rk7133SBgjfJKNInre0zYpLm5gU-ayXn2oJHxv-9dUS6__zt3A-qmO-Fg7Aj0K6RY-5b_Wr31uJZXvtR8a_RKZEKCWb7e1kB1I6KMPgleDtHiCOqXHlB00KoAChBuz90Ks/s400/w-cultranthro-seaport-h_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465228471377587394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0-DZgiRu4Rk7133SBgjfJKNInre0zYpLm5gU-ayXn2oJHxv-9dUS6__zt3A-qmO-Fg7Aj0K6RY-5b_Wr31uJZXvtR8a_RKZEKCWb7e1kB1I6KMPgleDtHiCOqXHlB00KoAChBuz90Ks/s1600/w-cultranthro-seaport-h_2.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22margin:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20display:%20block;%20text-align:%20center;%20cursor:%20pointer;%20width:%20400px;%20height:%20284px;%22%20src=%22https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0-DZgiRu4Rk7133SBgjfJKNInre0zYpLm5gU-ayXn2oJHxv-9dUS6__zt3A-qmO-Fg7Aj0K6RY-5b_Wr31uJZXvtR8a_RKZEKCWb7e1kB1I6KMPgleDtHiCOqXHlB00KoAChBuz90Ks/s400/w-cultranthro-seaport-h_2.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20id=%22BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465228471377587394%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E">Olive Gray Camo</a><br />$34<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-2AMl6RjlF2usQObB24nHr901GBfrkMCQ54WuO60G756yComRNQP5-ln-JbtDTPx3d1Z4GbEvNJp7wugOo99qWKKGx83O2Rq5d42jWklthBbgmZVZxVMGGiTHKA4R8qbY0Lkzwnulvk/s1600/tt-olvcamo-h1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-2AMl6RjlF2usQObB24nHr901GBfrkMCQ54WuO60G756yComRNQP5-ln-JbtDTPx3d1Z4GbEvNJp7wugOo99qWKKGx83O2Rq5d42jWklthBbgmZVZxVMGGiTHKA4R8qbY0Lkzwnulvk/s400/tt-olvcamo-h1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465229471850663442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-79527832393665879252010-04-26T17:43:00.000-07:002010-04-26T18:07:51.368-07:00Refelection on a Miracle...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUeE7RtClkL8_Ub8gcbFZhxlHtTaRQYPvP0FpATyofxtl2ACXHSnI6PdW-lCUcfrORP6OpXYlvcy1yJoU1MenrtJFZT1pxbGi2e8c18Grq0STlu2sSceFzIwpL39iFiXvqobGUdWT1mw/s1600/25121_380454103786_511358786_4105380_7732199_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUeE7RtClkL8_Ub8gcbFZhxlHtTaRQYPvP0FpATyofxtl2ACXHSnI6PdW-lCUcfrORP6OpXYlvcy1yJoU1MenrtJFZT1pxbGi2e8c18Grq0STlu2sSceFzIwpL39iFiXvqobGUdWT1mw/s400/25121_380454103786_511358786_4105380_7732199_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464617063004324290" border="0" /></a><br />This weekend I reflected a lot on a miracle that my family received one year ago, yesterday. All week we counted down April 25. We all remembered <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly</span> what we were doing that very day... Some probably in more detail remembered the weather, the color of the sky and even what they had for lunch.<br /><br />April 25, 2009 ~ I received a call that will forever change my life. My brother Preston had been in a serious dirt bike accident and they had to care flight him to the hospital. It was bad... but we didn't really know how bad, just yet. I was shocked. I couldn't believe that I wasn't there. I couldn't remember the last time I had even talked to Preston or what was or wasn't said. How was my Dad... My poor Mom...<br /><br />I was on a plane in less than 5 hours. The first miracle of the day was that my ticket was $250 and easily could have been $500<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ish</span>. Long story short, Preston had life threatening, very serious injuries. Punctured lungs, filling with fluid. Blood on his brain. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mrsa</span>.<br /><br />The accident has changed all of us. My family had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tremendous</span> support from family and friends and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">experienced</span> endless love and prayers from the community and those we didn't even know. Some days we forget to say 'Thank You.' To live our life as a reflection that there is a God who saves... Luckily, God shows mercy and grace and has patience of steel!<br /><br />Two weekends ago, Preston went to prom with his sweetheart, Jacki!. She was there the day of his accident and was one of the many angels that helped save his life that day/month!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeeRAy6S-9hSXccU036abR_wiDqcS6IONnYBlDbCbYWl7y5VZko9yq6hUsi5aWH08-Pco2CLlhpCb7MhQ9j3jFlVk89EEgcgd0hbqF6BssVzysSlyQn142DjQ_BPstsP8-eB6OHBwT70/s1600/25121_380453893786_511358786_4105351_2123146_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeeRAy6S-9hSXccU036abR_wiDqcS6IONnYBlDbCbYWl7y5VZko9yq6hUsi5aWH08-Pco2CLlhpCb7MhQ9j3jFlVk89EEgcgd0hbqF6BssVzysSlyQn142DjQ_BPstsP8-eB6OHBwT70/s400/25121_380453893786_511358786_4105351_2123146_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464617055263924626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I love you both, see you soon!<br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-66261548926769861192010-04-22T07:38:00.000-07:002010-04-22T07:59:57.550-07:00When I grow up...<div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >2x</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">this week, this is what I found</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >parker boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> standing at the couch with his pants down<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcZUBUKz1zlobrcXHfxNN-gKXgieCea10bgIlEZoAwsQ-9VYuXtC0eo4IiJn5kGolaIrU0BuZSBwawXORPv4m4dJpkC58Rp2ClKn_6ZRa-CcQsXhcBclDNx3vPN_LFMcbQUG620pa2Tk/s1600/DSCF1538_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcZUBUKz1zlobrcXHfxNN-gKXgieCea10bgIlEZoAwsQ-9VYuXtC0eo4IiJn5kGolaIrU0BuZSBwawXORPv4m4dJpkC58Rp2ClKn_6ZRa-CcQsXhcBclDNx3vPN_LFMcbQUG620pa2Tk/s400/DSCF1538_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462973426541133810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">it's </span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >doug's</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> fault really</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">he gave him </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >his</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> butt</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">i think it's a sign</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />maybe he will be<br />a <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >plumber</span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">or the next <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >naked chef</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">stand back </span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >mr</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >. </span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >oliver</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />there's a new </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >revolution</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> in town!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFll714t-j8aZNySKPpWqMI2i-9_IX6WI3ZRkPNLD8_1_Zt_W5uzM_qlqcOjUG_fQ_3i9ycbvHtteHmz8haArPamQy4hGAmy7cYaYF5JRHamgB4MbidQ4ovh-j1PrFiXUySr8p7eEVDk/s1600/DSCF1542_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFll714t-j8aZNySKPpWqMI2i-9_IX6WI3ZRkPNLD8_1_Zt_W5uzM_qlqcOjUG_fQ_3i9ycbvHtteHmz8haArPamQy4hGAmy7cYaYF5JRHamgB4MbidQ4ovh-j1PrFiXUySr8p7eEVDk/s400/DSCF1542_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462973433180895266" border="0" /></a></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-87472317745421511532010-04-20T09:47:00.000-07:002010-04-20T10:05:08.068-07:00Off to the DMV!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">So, Parker is 8 months old today! </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I asked him how he wanted to celebrate and he said he wanted his license. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You laugh... but I think he's serious!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJg6mXtEiSwMArfhgTtAaIcUHGi40U5k2PAVdTTHfCrvpidbLQ6SEVor_a9mXt1ZibLMPofFL4YAGT6suHU3kQ3rJhj4Re0m__tLsY_u4HDObdOsAP9RhywT6-d7147X1oS41xI-d5YQs/s1600/DSCF1438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJg6mXtEiSwMArfhgTtAaIcUHGi40U5k2PAVdTTHfCrvpidbLQ6SEVor_a9mXt1ZibLMPofFL4YAGT6suHU3kQ3rJhj4Re0m__tLsY_u4HDObdOsAP9RhywT6-d7147X1oS41xI-d5YQs/s400/DSCF1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462264252719307074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >What's new you ask?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">5 teeth!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80659GQoiUzk_m_D7gMW8BQvtHZvJDg0NDsxwlBlWiDLd7NhqimHWuv4iFwZqkFlXLm5D16OoWI6kpHuXNRbNMypixeANxVouQ92eTc0IJ82nwI1iW_sHU3jrQ_TtCTClOMwoQBjvTEg/s1600/DSCF1591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80659GQoiUzk_m_D7gMW8BQvtHZvJDg0NDsxwlBlWiDLd7NhqimHWuv4iFwZqkFlXLm5D16OoWI6kpHuXNRbNMypixeANxVouQ92eTc0IJ82nwI1iW_sHU3jrQ_TtCTClOMwoQBjvTEg/s400/DSCF1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462264230691907042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">A curiosity that won't stop!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXJP1_N8bOFeP3LXPIIYJaufCHQ8xvaeQl4dRB6RHJRpbM54uo7ScmwoBfAkl0-x9QZDJh_SWcaJbGpPgxjkBgt22J5uDGinAj3CmBa2Y_P8Aix0QQyDUvychCX8ffWIlbkVx8rUd4wU/s1600/DSCF1582.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXJP1_N8bOFeP3LXPIIYJaufCHQ8xvaeQl4dRB6RHJRpbM54uo7ScmwoBfAkl0-x9QZDJh_SWcaJbGpPgxjkBgt22J5uDGinAj3CmBa2Y_P8Aix0QQyDUvychCX8ffWIlbkVx8rUd4wU/s400/DSCF1582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462264237006487778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> And an I can do it, myself... attitude!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Yes, that's Parkers new chew toy... you should try it!)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVv8LJ0QwzyG2ygRXjOX7DDx-XiJLD3cyBVZ46Oo1nrj0QsGIZxoYH-bqJ06eqdBBlu4uHlmIfwqtTGAErz95S8PJFV4H43Zu1QNTyAIl-1XobwN0rg1GlzLqwXPQEsquKrL8NuB3oZoQ/s1600/DSCF1522.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVv8LJ0QwzyG2ygRXjOX7DDx-XiJLD3cyBVZ46Oo1nrj0QsGIZxoYH-bqJ06eqdBBlu4uHlmIfwqtTGAErz95S8PJFV4H43Zu1QNTyAIl-1XobwN0rg1GlzLqwXPQEsquKrL8NuB3oZoQ/s400/DSCF1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462265349714432178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Happy 8 months Park!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >YOU are our LIGHT.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg98ojhQiJj6QW0hIo0UdfkSmDZLN24r4Q822EinLuMVWeEP2A_lPVjs14x1He2G9nilH1qmSU1BUhwX3slgtit0rjMiKj0ivI7hE_XauJmfBAfLLbQa3wrBCkTwUlhyphenhyphen8_X_CfNwB9i3I/s1600/DSCF1443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg98ojhQiJj6QW0hIo0UdfkSmDZLN24r4Q822EinLuMVWeEP2A_lPVjs14x1He2G9nilH1qmSU1BUhwX3slgtit0rjMiKj0ivI7hE_XauJmfBAfLLbQa3wrBCkTwUlhyphenhyphen8_X_CfNwB9i3I/s400/DSCF1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462265357746561010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-44491649141856911742010-04-15T16:42:00.001-07:002010-04-17T10:52:21.842-07:00The little thingsToday I feel blessed by the little things. Here are some of my recent '<span style="font-style: italic;">Wins</span>!'<br /><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>God has really been showing me that I am good enough just as I am! This is something I've struggled with for a really long time. I get excited about an idea or way to serve, but then I quickly extinguish it, telling myself I'm not '<span style="font-style: italic;">ready yet</span>.' '<span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know enough yet</span>.' <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blah blah blah</span>. Clearly there is ALWAYS room for improvement and more knowledge and experience but some times it's the experiences that come from doing vs. reading... I've began reading 'The Wisdom of No Escape' by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pema</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chodron</span> and over and over again it talked about loving ourselves first and that we are great just as we are. It encourages us to be inquisitive and curious about ourselves, our experience and life in general while being gentle and open as well. Sometimes I feel surrounded by people who know what they want to do with their lives and are doing it... most have this fancy education and letters behind their names. It has really been a challenge for me because I too have big dreams of changing the world and I often feel I can only do it with more education or letters trailing Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Endel</span>... I've been feeling peace with where I am in my life and yesterday mapped out a little deeper my plan of attack on impacting the world. I'm good enough today to do it... so I will start, with baby steps!</li><li>Parker... where is he, he's over there, no he's up there... no how about out there? It's no secret Park is ready to take on the world and I have a feeling he's going to be a '<span style="font-style: italic;">Go Big or Go Home'</span> kind of guy. He makes me tired, I'm always <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">subluxated</span> and I'm pretty sure our skin's are slowly fusing together! I find my self trying not to say things like, '<span style="font-style: italic;">He's an animal.' 'He's an active boy.</span>' My goal as his mother isn't about labeling him or describing him... but rather embracing him. Who he is today and who he is tomorrow and the next. I want to honor his curiosity of this world and how things work. His <span style="font-style: italic;">'I can do it'</span> attitude that he exercises over and over again!<br /></li><li>Friends. My life has been blessed with so many amazing friends! God has provided me with love, acceptance, family and accountability in the most AMAZING people these last 5 years. I grew a lot in Iowa. Looking back I was growing from child to teenager. Finding my way and developing my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Independence</span>. My years in Seattle have been growing from teenager to woman... I have fallen a lot and the scars are deep. But I had the best surgeons stitching me back up and giving me directions on how to heal! Two weeks, and I pick up my things and move yet again. Looking back from college to now, I've seen some patterns. I have loved, moved, loved again and moved. Through all of that, there are a handful of amazing people who still influence my life almost daily and in two weeks that number will grow again. Because we choose what 'good-bye' looks like and means... I'm choosing NO '<span style="font-style: italic;">good-byes</span>,' rather '<span style="font-style: italic;">Call you later.</span>' '<span style="font-style: italic;">See you soon!</span>' The world is too big and time is too short to go it alone... and I'm not going to!<br /></li></ul>My rambles are finished for now! Thanks for your shoulder and ear!<br />xoxo<br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-60640705210907583802010-04-12T19:13:00.000-07:002010-04-12T19:14:45.115-07:00Weekend Warriors: I Think I Can...<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10884413&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10884413&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/10884413">I Think I Can...</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3402871">Chandra Endel</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-92229437315542169272010-04-07T14:14:00.000-07:002010-04-07T14:50:47.082-07:00Wish List Wednesday: April Showers...<div style="text-align: center;">Seriously... I think winter was nicer than spring has been here in Seattle!</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's funny how you forget what a season can be like until you're living <i>in it</i> again, but I guess that's true with many things. We forget the bad, only remembering the good!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Did you know that Anthropology had a baby? They did, <a href="http://www.leifsdottir.com/"><i>Leifsdottir</i></a>. When I heard, I was soooo excited! And then I went to their website and wept. Because while it was amazing, it is MORE expensive than Anthropology. OUCH!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Either way, it's April and if that means rain EVERY DAY... Let's look good <i>dancing</i> in it! So, if I win the lottery tomorrow, this is what we'll be sporting!</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.leifsdottir.com/jackets_coats/left-bank-twill-trench/#">Ringmaster Twill Trench $478</a></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7f8wHlM8EFWBwSDzmbwFN4tme3XmiD3CXqOh6tENGunGlT3glKSN0JzBVEcbITQVwXYtAsTUx4SfsLlkPdORSBI1ny1ErWzkib1miDrPd30SxUdzkjwD2YXe_8TqtuFYsUawrm2QXuU/s1600/18064063_072a-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7f8wHlM8EFWBwSDzmbwFN4tme3XmiD3CXqOh6tENGunGlT3glKSN0JzBVEcbITQVwXYtAsTUx4SfsLlkPdORSBI1ny1ErWzkib1miDrPd30SxUdzkjwD2YXe_8TqtuFYsUawrm2QXuU/s400/18064063_072a-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457509707135299106" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.hatleystore.com/product.aspx?ProductID=2300&deptid=20&STID=US">Hatley Sailing Dogs Raincoat $47.99</a></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJTpGxltlrLEpz1bHuqjkWAcMuvLUdE2nXtLdV0vP46ArFXTU5xoLrLdUKLvvq4KwMW5BpYY1HhDhsSqguiYakMDPT_3yEIzeZ_fdRkecwZHXVO3dvaRU96W2MrWcOgriG4Kuk6Gmiedo/s1600/4266L_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJTpGxltlrLEpz1bHuqjkWAcMuvLUdE2nXtLdV0vP46ArFXTU5xoLrLdUKLvvq4KwMW5BpYY1HhDhsSqguiYakMDPT_3yEIzeZ_fdRkecwZHXVO3dvaRU96W2MrWcOgriG4Kuk6Gmiedo/s400/4266L_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457511086979902338" /></a>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-67132066126430255162010-04-05T13:33:00.000-07:002010-04-05T13:55:35.324-07:00Happy Easter!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What's this?</span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYcZNc0NIgtcpMd8LMOawDz-ay1Yu2ehO1dmsKpKfTzSbJHeJ5vXspXgjrfGNRNGgn_AEzlJ_HdjqEP6hDEZ4R-0pTa0gw1BcFPc5McPy4TzZkIgY7Xui4ZpVhfYdxJCHVr1EYraS5-M/s1600/DSCF1488.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYcZNc0NIgtcpMd8LMOawDz-ay1Yu2ehO1dmsKpKfTzSbJHeJ5vXspXgjrfGNRNGgn_AEzlJ_HdjqEP6hDEZ4R-0pTa0gw1BcFPc5McPy4TzZkIgY7Xui4ZpVhfYdxJCHVr1EYraS5-M/s400/DSCF1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758136917874194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Indestructible Book... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll be the judge of that!</span><br /></span></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSCPkJee7db0cwse3nq5yeEkjXZGU4Gv6nzCAGsuMv6wjpe7-DwsXW_tK7R2eZxC-Zvo-RKz1cSPcCFmXlmDSl6dnzb7G9QlZtj7vg2yn7xy1bBo8y70BGdDgggXVcstg3GGTqaVd6tk/s1600/DSCF1497.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSCPkJee7db0cwse3nq5yeEkjXZGU4Gv6nzCAGsuMv6wjpe7-DwsXW_tK7R2eZxC-Zvo-RKz1cSPcCFmXlmDSl6dnzb7G9QlZtj7vg2yn7xy1bBo8y70BGdDgggXVcstg3GGTqaVd6tk/s400/DSCF1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758146199460674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">My Loves!</span><br /></span></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz6JeqyHzfvj73lUelJ-juln5GtswZF-QQ4jCSBDyRY828fyaKX4xMFLbMiRtCPCavrXgNsg6LKjv2WfAHijgWkhmMaSJ7a5oZm_g2uPPSzBWY_82g-DRM_WDHT3i7_8DLoqeYR208qQ/s1600/DSCF1509.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz6JeqyHzfvj73lUelJ-juln5GtswZF-QQ4jCSBDyRY828fyaKX4xMFLbMiRtCPCavrXgNsg6LKjv2WfAHijgWkhmMaSJ7a5oZm_g2uPPSzBWY_82g-DRM_WDHT3i7_8DLoqeYR208qQ/s400/DSCF1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456759094835420290" border="0" /></a>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-67222497172456818442010-04-05T11:32:00.000-07:002010-04-05T11:45:09.106-07:00Weekend Warriors: Life...<div style="text-align: center;">Is Life overwhelming right now, or is it just me?!<br />Do you ever feel you have so much to DO... but not enough RESOURCES?<br /><br />I'm not going to lie, that's were I'm at.<br />And not just because we're saying GOOD-BYE to a place with people we LOVE<br />or because my 7 MONTH old has decided he would rather SLEEP with MOMMY<br />or because I'm FLYING with my CAT in a duffel bag <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >(H</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >ave you seen the size of my cat?!)</span><br />Packing up my HOUSE and moving AGAIN!<br />Soon to be WORKING 3 days a week<br />My HUSBAND is taking the biggest leap of FAITH of his LIFE<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >(please note I'm not complaining... just making a list! </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >smile</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >)</span><br />Trying to trust GOD in all of this... <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >am I TRUSTING?</span><br /><br />Anyways, pray for ME. PRAY for us!<br />xoxo<br /><br /><br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-89142524100150714332010-04-02T12:51:00.000-07:002010-04-02T12:52:56.901-07:00Chew on this...From the mouth of <a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/">Seth Godin</a>:<br /><h3 style="text-align: center;" class="entry-header">Failure, success and neither</h3><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;" class="entry-body"> <p>The math is magical: you can pile up lots of failures and still keep rolling, but you only need one juicy success to build a career.</p><p>The killer is the category called 'neither'. If you spend your days avoiding failure by doing not much worth criticizing, you'll never have a shot at success. Avoiding the thing that's easy to survive keeps you from encountering the very thing you're after.</p><p>And yet we market and work and connect and create as if just one failure might be the end of us.</p> </div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-86404085478967932402010-03-31T10:16:00.000-07:002010-03-31T10:37:11.543-07:00Wish List Wednesday: Just putting it out there<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmYCIapKxIgkLkOx_Gyh8cJsYc-QPiVn-VljHTZSpLMiFOFknY2-YQ2FaPdnc4f3QIl0nD1zMvSvWtUbrLtVetZeeCz3KSoyoz-crKxpeKJtqXAACeaht8ChsE9fyO_Godu46z0ePDwo/s1600/dsc_2308.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmYCIapKxIgkLkOx_Gyh8cJsYc-QPiVn-VljHTZSpLMiFOFknY2-YQ2FaPdnc4f3QIl0nD1zMvSvWtUbrLtVetZeeCz3KSoyoz-crKxpeKJtqXAACeaht8ChsE9fyO_Godu46z0ePDwo/s400/dsc_2308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454852357761486754" border="0" /></a><br />Today I wish for a quaint little house with a back yard and lots of natural light. Hard wood floors, high ceilings, original trim, a dish washer and a fireplace.<br />What... <span style="font-style: italic;">go big or go home</span>!<br /><br />I know that my mind should be entertaining a townhouse sandwiched between two other families with screaming kids... but I just can't.<br /><br />I envision chickens running around in the back yard and the dogs, cat and Parker coming in and out as they wish. A garden growing so big it's out of my control! The freedom, the energy, I can't stand it!<br /><br />And this is where we disagree. Doug would argue this is my long term vision, what we can have in a year or so. I understand and it's possibly quite true, but if it were possible now wouldn't that be amazing!!!<br /><br />It's hard to imagine where we are going to live, the streets we will walk, play grounds we will shed blood on (!!) and coffee shop we will make our own. This is where the control freak in me becomes more of a weakness. I am drifting... Instead of seeing the beauty and spontaneity in not knowing what town we will make ours and the home we will call, <span style="font-style: italic;">HOME</span> - I am mildly wrapped up in the uncomfortableness of the unknown. Feeling vulnerable and open...<br /><br />Today, I am working on letting go, trusting and '<span style="font-style: italic;">rolling with it</span>!' However, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">in case</span> all of this is a possibility - I'm just putting it out there!Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-64202409885459712682010-03-30T07:36:00.000-07:002010-03-30T08:16:46.523-07:00Let the memorization begin!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CeCCaUVllvLanUVT3AO-Aeh4Fi_I19hYyj0DdvTtYcZ-5bEpWPaLVaW7MLgx6q2OuY2J_NuaprvotnOPXKcECaiOqzW1Z6X66KpsaOwdSlUryM2UyNX6Ir1LBZmnAbpNMOacDWgrugE/s1600/tressell.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CeCCaUVllvLanUVT3AO-Aeh4Fi_I19hYyj0DdvTtYcZ-5bEpWPaLVaW7MLgx6q2OuY2J_NuaprvotnOPXKcECaiOqzW1Z6X66KpsaOwdSlUryM2UyNX6Ir1LBZmnAbpNMOacDWgrugE/s400/tressell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454438973076537634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Have you met a Buckeye fan? They are CRAZY... and we have been gone a really long time!<br />People reference team members like they are family, the town shuts down and the drinking begins!<br /><br />Surprise! Doug and I will be moving back the week of May 2. We have LOVED our time away, meeting <span style="font-style: italic;">amazing</span> people and experiencing <span style="font-style: italic;">beautiful</span> places and <span style="font-style: italic;">challenged</span> ways of living.<br /><br />But the time has come. Another chapter of our book is written and the empty pages encourage us to DREAM BIG and DO BIG so that they too can tell our stories.<br /><br />We are looking forward to holidays spent with families, birthday parties, over night stays with grandma & grandpa and time spent with my sister and old friends!!!!<br /><br />God has been so evident in this process and we thank Him first and foremost... and you all, we thank you second!<br /><br />Stay tuned!Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-11760046593996962212010-03-29T11:08:00.000-07:002010-03-29T11:17:27.648-07:00Weekend Warriors: Gentle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDW9R7UlGEszCCEIytPWf92sqanjYSF2XQ1NJYoICK1p1KoSvjtLSyIucRkU19BJPpGqiShmm4YHHTONzJhya5z1LzAEb6Y2Q6Qj049LN5C0dffd8ocj3p_OArDHJjmUcX2vLqaEWXGl8/s1600/DSCF1452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDW9R7UlGEszCCEIytPWf92sqanjYSF2XQ1NJYoICK1p1KoSvjtLSyIucRkU19BJPpGqiShmm4YHHTONzJhya5z1LzAEb6Y2Q6Qj049LN5C0dffd8ocj3p_OArDHJjmUcX2vLqaEWXGl8/s400/DSCF1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454120877746259794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">How do you teach a child to be gentle?<br />Gentle with the toy that he is so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">violently</span> swinging.<br />Gentle with the little babe whose eyes he is scratching<br />or lip he is pulling<br /><br />Gentle with the hair of the kitty he is pulling<br />or mom and dad's big nose!<br /><br />I imagine it very similar to our relationship with God.<br />The desires and wills he has for us...<br />yet he has to be patient until we understand.<br /><br />Until we can understand the consequences of our actions<br />and make the choice on our own.<br /><br />I have had a couple of moms tell me parenting has awakened them<br />to the true love that God clearly has for us...<br />And I am humbled everyday!<br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-46232425605431190352010-03-26T11:00:00.000-07:002010-03-26T12:42:05.747-07:00Alive and Well!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-mrwweRJQzdOkVGG_IZd_R-ThlfRcCPOeh9BgLe8HcqvNfBrhG7LdFeN2s47iMDDGdrE619AgG7n93nqGsYdv_t5vLL240s-rIIyfkh903Y973u-3Q6MhN4c7X80jGEvy5PbIbf7Zbc/s1600/DSCF1458.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-mrwweRJQzdOkVGG_IZd_R-ThlfRcCPOeh9BgLe8HcqvNfBrhG7LdFeN2s47iMDDGdrE619AgG7n93nqGsYdv_t5vLL240s-rIIyfkh903Y973u-3Q6MhN4c7X80jGEvy5PbIbf7Zbc/s400/DSCF1458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453029938747522434" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry for the absenteeism this week! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been working on a lot of projects and blogging was put on the shelf.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The good news is:</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's been an exciting week full of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>new births, new beginnings</i></span> and <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">budding life</span></i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I will be back next week in full swing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Friday! </div><div style="text-align: center;">love, hugs & light</div><div><br /></div></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-57917623912353649262010-03-23T09:46:00.000-07:002010-03-23T09:52:42.712-07:00Whoopie!<div style="text-align: center;">What better day of the week than Tuesday, for some amazing Whoopie goodness!<br />Which ever kind you'd like really.<br /><br />I made these the other day and I think I personally ate them all, but one.<br />(these are from a gluten free website that I LOVE, check it out!)<br /><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queijo/3372160966/" title="Gluten-free whoopie pies by Queijo, on Flickr"><img alt="Gluten-free whoopie pies" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/3372160966_85c73ab4bd.jpg" height="500" width="333" /></a></p><p style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://www.cakeandcommerce.com/cake_and_commerce/2009/03/glutenfree-whoopie-pies-no-one-leaves-us-out-of-the-fun.html"><strong>Cake & Commerce's Whoopie Pies</strong></a></p><p>Makes approximately 12 filled Pies</p><ul><li>4 oz (1 stick) butter</li><li>1 Cup Sugar</li><br /><li>1 Egg + 1 Egg yolk</li><li>1 C Buttermilk</li><li>1 t Vanilla extract</li></ul> <ul><li>2 t guar gum (optional - if you don't use it, your pies will spread out more)</li><li>3/4 t Salt</li><li>1-1/2 t Baking Powder</li><li>1/2 t Baking Soda</li><li>1/4 C + 2 T Tapioca flour</li><li>1-1/2 C light buckwheat flour</li><li>1/2 C Cocoa</li><li>1/2 C Almond flour (as fresh as possible - grind your own if possible)</li><li>2 T Rice Flour</li></ul> <p><strong>Procedure:</strong><br />Preheat oven to 350 F. </p><p>Sift all dry ingredients together. </p><p>Mix sugar and butter until fluffy. Add eggs and mix until combined. Alternate additions of dry ingredients and wet ingredients, until everything is in the mixing bowl. Mix briefly, until all ingredients are evenly and thoroughly combined. Make sure dough is fairly firm - it should not be wet or gooey at all.</p><p>It should look like this. If it doesn't add a little more flour.</p><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queijo/3371885642/" title="03 19 09 129 by Queijo, on Flickr"><img alt="03 19 09 129" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3371885642_1cf84c7e36.jpg" height="333" width="500" /></a></p><p>Using an ice cream scoop (I use a smaller size - remember, it spreads!), scoop out balls of dough onto a parchment lined baking sheet. Make sure there is space for the cookie to spread. Here's what it will look like in the oven when the cookies are done baking:</p><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queijo/3371881904/" title="03 19 09 102 by Queijo, on Flickr"><img alt="03 19 09 102" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3371881904_d7cfb2f596.jpg" height="333" width="500" /></a></p><p>Bake for about 10-15 minutes or until a toothpick comes out dry or the top of the cookie does not retain a mark when touched with your finger. I prefer the pies a little more fudgy and less dry, so if you want a slightly more fudgy cake, pull it out of the oven before the top feels hard.</p><p>Allow to cool completely before icing. When ready to ice, use a pastry bag fitted with a star tip or a round tip to create a pretty pattern or just spread a dollop of icing on the cookie with an offset spatula or anything handy you happen to have around your kitchen.</p><p>When you are done, if you wrap the whoopie pie in plastic, it will start softening up. In my opinion, Whoopie Pies taste best when they are softer after they've sat in plastic for a day.</p><p><strong>Basic Vanilla Filling for Chocolate Whoopie Pies</strong></p><p>Yield: enough to ice your Whoopie Pies and your cupcakes, if you have them. So halve the recipe if you don't have an overwhelming need for a surplus of icing.</p><ul><li>8 oz Butter (2 sticks)</li><li>6-8 C Confectioners Sugar</li><li>1/2 C Buttermilk</li><li>1/2 t salt (dissolve in buttermilk, if possible)</li><li>1-2 t vanilla extract (depending on how much vanilla flavor you want)</li></ul> <p><strong>Procedure:</strong></p><p>Combine butter and 4 cups of the confectioners sugar and mix until it resembles corn meal. If it combines completely, that's okay. Add the buttermilk with the salt and the vanilla. Mix until completely incorporated. Add 2 more cups of confectioners sugar. Mix again. If the mixture is still wet, add another cup or two of sugar. When it is spreadable but holds its shape, it is done.</p><p>For chocolate icing, I use the <a href="http://cakeandcommerce.typepad.com/cake_and_commerce/2008/05/how-to-make-gra.html" target="_blank">icing recipe here</a></p><p>Enjoy!</p><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/queijo/3372160966/" title="Gluten-free whoopie pies by Queijo, on Flickr"><br /></a></p><br /></div>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2753359044736813471.post-11144400045054899122010-03-22T13:29:00.000-07:002010-03-22T14:21:14.741-07:00Weekend Warriors: Lost my cool...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQ5F387yxkwZUFt3Tv1RJuc5jo70JWqnho5xSU1ZtMsOgSdC9y7vhDVgWP-fhJUf_jK0kF8xcJOo_5h9I_9OXQz9vQ9LcHV7uxTeN4vz11CiArjRGb-OdmhXWses0hlXnjzfl3Vt752g/s1600-h/DSCF1421.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQ5F387yxkwZUFt3Tv1RJuc5jo70JWqnho5xSU1ZtMsOgSdC9y7vhDVgWP-fhJUf_jK0kF8xcJOo_5h9I_9OXQz9vQ9LcHV7uxTeN4vz11CiArjRGb-OdmhXWses0hlXnjzfl3Vt752g/s400/DSCF1421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451571108055843666" border="0" /></a><br />It's no secret, I look forward to the weekend. Who doesn't?! Being a SAHM (<span style="font-style: italic;">stay at home mom</span>) I really look forward to this time when Doug is home so that he and Parker can bond and do man things... and I can have a break.<br /><br />Not the case this weekend. Doug was super busy with work functions and it was pretty much just Park and I. I remember saying mid week, '<span style="font-style: italic;">Oh it's going to be a long two weeks</span>' referring to the fact that I wouldn't get much time off this weekend. Please note, I <span style="font-style: italic;">barked </span>such negativity before even experiencing the weekend already assuming parts of it would suck... Nice, Chan. Guess what foundation I laid the moment I said that!<br /><br />Sunday afternoon around 3 we all jumped into bed for a big, long 'family nap.' Parker wouldn't stop trying to look and talk to Doug so we thought this would be easy and fun... WRONG! I couldn't let down and Parker was so tired and impatient that he wouldn't suck for more than two second before getting mad, flailing backwards and crying, over and over again. Then the biting began.<br /><br />I was trying to stay calm, breath, visualize, touch skin to skin but nothing was working. (Unfortunately this is something I experience a couple times a month... not sure why.) The biting was the final straw and I found myself huffing, puffing and mumbling under my breath. I was MAD. Mad at Parker, mad at Doug... just plain mad.<br /><br />Finally everyone got to sleep and once awake, we decide to grab dinner at my favorite Thai place. (mmm, short ribs!) I tried to nurse Parker in the restaurant but because he's so social and can't miss a thing I wasn't successful. The food came and Parker was done, finished, ready to go. He had already dropped every toy on the floor 25+ times, sat in the booster seat, passed back and forth between the two of us a gazillion times and expressed himself more than once by screaming at the top of his lungs (his new favorite things!)<br /><br />I was sweating, felt the stares and <span style="font-style: italic;">again</span> MAD!<br /><br />'<span style="font-style: italic;">This was all I wanted. Can't I just have this one thing?'<br />'Thanks, Parker... clearly I'm never going to get to go out to eat ever again.'<br />'I should have left you at home... '<br />'I would crack you if you weren't seven months old.'<br />'blah, blah, blah...'<br /><br /></span>Back home, I nursed him and he was in bed within 30 minutes.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br />I'm reading and loving <a href="http://www.alfiekohn.org/up/index.html">'Unconditional Parenting'</a> by Alfie Kohn. Since it's past due to the library I'm trying to read the key chapters right now!<br /><br />The following jumped off the page and slapped me in the face last night.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />(subheadings </span>from the chapter on<span style="font-style: italic;"> Principles of Unconditional Parenting)<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Consider Your Requests</span><br /> I was asking a 7 month old to sit quietly for 1 hour in a new place while his parents ate and he didn't. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />-Talk Less, Ask More</span><br /> I basically was telling him all the things I thought he was or wasn't and what I was going to do about it... and never asked him what was wrong or what he wanted.<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">-Keep Their Ages in Mind</span><br /> Hello, MORON... he's 7 months old! <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />-Assume 'best possible motives' until you have the facts</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span> I was assuming because he acted like this, this time that we would act like this every time we go out and that we would never be able to go out to eat again... I wasn't considering that his front tooth finally broke threw, he was excited, missed his Dad, was hungry and tired. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>After reading this, I realized that I loose my cool more in these instances when Doug is around. Because subconsciously I'm trying to show him that this is what I experience often and I'm tired, you deal with it. Because I wanted him to feel sorry for me or think that I'm Super Women or something else vain like that...! <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>I did feel ashamed, but trashed it quickly. I had a lesson to learn and a future of experience to respond differently to! <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>See growing can be fun! And I just might have to go buy myself some buffet pants in a pretty floral pattern for Spring... because I feel some MASSIVE growth coming on!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>Chandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02256983330571048238noreply@blogger.com2