tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78540756180288255122024-03-05T04:50:02.625-06:00 Our Epic LifeWhere sarcasm and chaos live in happy harmony!Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-24041111623596210482014-07-24T22:20:00.000-05:002014-07-24T22:20:05.734-05:00{Pretty Happy Funny Real} - Beach Edition!I'm on vacation, hence the utter lack of updates (no, I haven't been on vacation since the last post. Not that I'd have minded that. Not at all.).<br />
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These pictures are from the coast of Maine, where it has been absolutely glorious for the past week! </div>
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The view from our porch. One of my favorite, favorite places in the world! Add a book, a glass of Kahlua and cream (...milk...), and I'm in heaven. </div>
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The perch of power, from where she analyzed the best tourist lunch bits to snitch, and snitch she did. "Mine. Mine. Mine!"</div>
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He cast his last lure in a beautiful and effortless arc off the porch...you guessed it...into the tree that cannot be climbed or reached. Que horror! Cue much good-natured and effervescent bemoaning of that mistake! That explains the fourth line from the bottom...</div>
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The <a href="http://www.likemotherlikedaughter.org/2014/06/pretty-happy-funny-real-phone-photo-dump-edition/">Like Mother, Like Daughter linkup for some good old contentment</a> has brought me back from the bloggingless grave. Resurrection! Redemption! Yes, I've been grading a lot of tests on <i>The Tale of Two Cities</i>. How did you guess?</div>
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We went to the zoo. It was really cool. We saw a ton. And I only got four pictures, but, since you've actually clicked the link, I'll share my little bit of joy and zooish contentment with you! <i>De rien.</i></div>
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What would it be like to be that awkward looking and yet that inherently graceful? Giraffes are so pretty. I think I do okay in the pretty department about 80% of the time - relatively speaking to the situation at hand, of course - but graceful.....that comes and goes. Maybe 50%. Lately, I've had to keep my toes permanently painted something opaque because I seem to have stubbed both big toes to the extent that they look rather diseased. They aren't, for the record. But when one smacks one's toenail into hard objects multiple times, the nail tends to get a little crunched looking. I know, you really wanted to hear about my toenails...thanks for listening. I appreciate it, I do. And, I will further expound at length upon the virtues of a slightly sparkly coral nailpolish from, I believe, Forever XXI. Check it out; it'll save me the expounding, and make you a happier person!</div>
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Look closely. They are real. Very. And the other kind that looks the same but has a wider mouth (I can never remember which is the crocodile and which is the alligator. Sigh. Shame upon my science education!) was only one cage away. Looking at things like this make me remember just where I stand on the food chain, why I approve the invention of guns and other means to kill large things at a distance, and the fleetingness of my life. All in all, however, these two behaved very well and didn't eat or otherwise mangle anything while we watched. Thank you Lord!<br />
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Back to work. Dr. Manette, Sydney Carton, and all other sundry peoples of the French Republic await. <i>Au revoir!</i>Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-42865925503667604442014-06-14T12:57:00.000-05:002014-06-14T13:00:32.344-05:00Wife-hood, Fatherhood, Opinions, and a Coupon!This is beautiful. For anyone who hasn't already read it, please do. <a href="http://mychildiloveyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-being-wife-by-my-dear-mother-i-wish.html">http://mychildiloveyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-being-wife-by-my-dear-mother-i-wish.html</a><br />
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Granted, I totally copied this link from <a href="http://www.likemotherlikedaughter.org/2014/06/bits-pieces-22/">Like Mother, Like Daughter</a>, but I felt it was worth passing along. One can never have too much wisdom, right? Of course right!<br />
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Oh, one more thing. I love listening to Rush Limbaugh. Been listening since I was a teen and he's still my go-to political guide, especially with all this wackiness happening now. Don't tell, but I really want to get a Rush Babes t-shirt - this one, actually:<br />
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I think he's really funny, and very, very smart politically. And, I also think he makes excellent iced tea!<br />
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So, if you want to support some good conservative business and you like iced tea, check out <a href="http://www.twoifbytea.com/shop">Two if by Tea</a>. I recommend the peach and the regular. Use coupon code <b>DEALIO2014</b> from now until July 31, '14, for $4.00 off your order. I won't be using it in that time, so I figure I'll pass it along. Thanks Rush! <br />
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Oh, and if you have younger kids, the Rush Revere books are supposed to be quite good and have won a couple of children's books awards. My siblings liked them a lot. After all, they have a talking horse. What more do you need? Amazon has 'em, I think. <br />
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Since Fathers' Day is coming up tomorrow, here's a link to a couple articles about how to say "thanks" to the dads, and how better to appreciate their efforts for the family. I think they're good follow-ups to the first article about being a wife. <br />
- <a href="http://www.setonmagazine.com/family/family-life/5-ways-thank-dads">Five Ways to Thank Dad</a><br />
- <a href="http://www.setonmagazine.com/family/family-life/dads-irreplaceable-heroes-homeschooling">Dads: The Heroes of Homeschooling</a><br />
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Happy Saturday!Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-17734202043437445792014-06-12T16:21:00.002-05:002014-06-12T16:21:10.898-05:00{p,h,f,r} Pinch of this, Dash of thatLinking up with the lovely ladies at <a href="http://www.likemotherlikedaughter.org/2014/06/pretty-happy-funny-real-17/">Like Mother, Like Daughter</a> for some contentment! (Like the alliteration there? Thought so!)<br />
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Our honeymoon and wedding albums came in the mail and I was reminiscing, so I thought I'd share. Isn't it pretty? I'd love to go back someday, now that we've seen most of the island and done the exploring, just to relax, sip margaritas on the beach, and read a book. Heavenly.<br />
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Real pirates! We got boarded and everything; barely escaped with our lives. Fooled you, I know. And you thought this was just another honeymoon picture of a tour boat because Kate wants to be at the beach right now. Pshaw!Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-74141773917242275352014-06-07T12:59:00.002-05:002014-06-07T13:00:14.910-05:00This and That, a Recipe, and a RaceIt's been a rather rough week, hence the lack of blogging...any prayers you feel like sending would be appreciated :) We're still chugging through fertility help with the NaPro doctor, and hopefully will be making some progress, but it's definitely an emotional and uphill climb. But, as I remind myself, the Lord gives and the Lord takes away, and really...despite the fact that my way seems awfully sensible to me, His way always turns out better. <br />
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On a funnier note, do you know who wrote the Bill of Rights? Do you know what the First Amendment is? I hope you do, or at least have a good enough idea to realize that Senator Schumer is a little off. For your reading pleasure: <a href="http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2014/jun/4/sen-schumer-credits-jefferson-bill-rights/">Sen. Schumer Credits Jefferson with Bill of Rights</a>.<br />
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So, the Belmont will be running in a couple hours, and California Chrome might be the next triple crown winner. He has the Preakness and the Kentucky Derby under his belt...time will tell if he'll get the all three. What do you think? Does he have a chance or will the extra quarter mile distance do him in and end his bid where so many others have ended? If I had any idea how to do a poll on here, I would! Secretariat ran it in 2:24 second, which is still the record. I doubt it'll get broken today; people don't train for stamina like they did back then.<br />
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<br />Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-79177455336881930322014-05-30T15:12:00.004-05:002014-05-30T15:16:33.533-05:00Five Minute Friday - We know nothing!Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker for <a href="http://lisajobaker.com/2014/05/five-minute-friday-nothing/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+thegypsymama+%28thegypsymama%29">Five Minute Friday</a>! Today's word is...*drum roll*..."nothing."<br />
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Well, the very first thing that came to my head with this was the recent video put out by Bill O'Reilly that has me utterly convinced that my generation knows absolutely nothing.<br />
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They don't know history. They don't know geography (the Civil War was between the South and the...Northeast? What about the northwest?). And, they don't know how to dress. <br />
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I'm okay with a bikini that gives decent coverage. String bikinis are for home pools and honeymoons. But I don't have a problem with a cute halter and skirt bikini or something similar. However, there is a girl on this video that I shall link to that is wearing a <i>thong</i> bikini! Ouch...just...no. Don't care how good you look...no. And the fact that you could not answer any of the questions that Watters asked doesn't make the bikini look better. <br />
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Okay, rant over; I'd just never seen anyone in real life - if FoxNews is real life - wearing one before. In case you're nervous to watch, it's only a couple quick glimpses; besides, I'm assuming it's only women reading this, and let's be honest ladies: she doesn't have anything we haven't seen before!<br />
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Seriously, though. These are simple questions being asked. Do people really not know this, or where they just playing dumb to get attention? What do you think? Is it some new kind of flirting that I'm unaware of at the decrepit age of 25? <br />
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This makes me so happy because look at all that sand! I have been going to this beach since I was two, and my parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents have been going there before me. For the last few years, the sand decided to depart, so it was rocky as all get out. Really, underneath that sand are rocks. Lots of rocks. While it was nice, it wasn't running at 100%, and I think the toddler-toting crowd felt the lack of sand worse than the rest of us. </div>
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Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-7701318458136282802014-05-28T15:54:00.001-05:002014-05-28T15:57:06.322-05:00The Responsibility of MarriageDo you ever think about what marriage means? I do. We were discussing this in the <a href="http://www.womenofgrace.com/en-us/study_programs/default.aspx">Women of Grace</a> group I've been going to the past couple months and I thought it would be interesting to throw out there to the blogosphere. Oh, and if you're looking for a Catholic women's study group program for church or just some friends, check out WoG. It's really good!<br />
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One of the ladies mentioned that her future son-in-law had attended a wedding in which the priest gave a wonderful sermon about what marriage really was. The part that stuck out to her son-in-law was when the priest told the man getting married that it was his duty to return his wife to God at the end of her life, pure and chaste, just like she was when God gave her to him. <br />
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Isn't that beautiful?! Not only is it a reminder that spouses are supposed to bring each other to heaven, but also a reminder about the beauty of purity within married love! I thought it was lovely. Simply lovely. Shall I find a reason to say "love" one more time? No? Okay.<br />
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Wouldn't it be amazing if more people knew that? Knew that when they married, they were promising to <i>love</i> their spouse? Not like them, but truly <i>love</i> them as Christ loves the church, as self-giving as possible, always seeking the good instead of the quick 'n easy.<br />
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What a different world we'd be in! Bet there wouldn't be half as many divorces, and I also bet there wouldn't be as many "marriages made in haste!" Not that I can talk - 15 months got us from "Hi" to "I do" but we covered just about every topic we could think of in those months, and I'd run out of marriage prep questions before we were engaged (I googled them as skype conversation topics haha! Worked great!). <br />
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If you could define the responsibility of marriage in a sentence or two, how would you do it? What key point stands out to you? <br />
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Also, if your marriage was ever on rocky ground, what helped you either discern God's hand leading you out of it, or His hand helping you to fix it? A friend of mine (not me, geesh, stop reading into everything! women!) is in pretty bad straits with her marriage and at the rate it's going, I'll be surprised if it lasts the year. Any words of wisdom or prayers for them would be most appreciated, as it makes my heart just ache to watch.<br />
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Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-48463332397506886062014-05-27T16:29:00.002-05:002014-05-27T16:30:11.616-05:00AmericanaI hope everyone had a nice day off! In honor of all those who served and are serving in the military, I am only going to write about the holiday aspects of Memorial Day, because I was appalled at how the government (coughobamacough) handled the memorial part. So, rather than preach to the choir and bore you all with my political opinions, we're going to talk holiday. You're welcome!<br />
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Oh, one note sort of on politics. The Husband's work car still has Sirius radio and it is soooo nice!!! We got to listen to all sorts of interesting news about the VA scandals, live coverage of the Memorial Day events at Arlington National, and lots of other good things. If I were looking for a splurge, and I drove a lot, Sirius radio would be it. Hands down. It is so great! (And no, no one paid me to promo this - it's pure radio fangirl.)<br />
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Isn't this beautiful? I wish I'd had a panoramic lens to use because the sky Sunday evening was absolutely beautiful. When you hear the words, "Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain," this is it. The plains of the western USA produce stunning skies. Stunning thunderstorms too, as I learned - it sounded like the thunder was right in the attic and I was rather concerned for my in-laws house lest it (and us) get fried. Anyway, we survived. But just look at that sky, and the pump jack too. Americana.</div>
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These are especially good with honey butter, and served as a side to a warm and comforting soup. Another plus to these ridiculously easy little muffin-cousins is that they don't have that much starch in them, relatively speaking anyway. And, I'm sure that anyone even semi-creative could turn them paleo without a problem. If I had any paleo flour I'd give it a try, but honestly...I'm a happy carb consumer. <br>
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Crack into said bowl two eggs. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzMxSiR8vWo2A2JSXs3UaeqszWj83GiMkuW36ntAuSgLbWwhCiIEDZpd83zKL_hiiDfzVeO5Z-N6IIwpFhdZPjIgVn3xNae269dqmTsnU0EqviImCeQFkkDxik-lIw6La4Ma9qmEw2A/s640/blogger-image--1150735150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzMxSiR8vWo2A2JSXs3UaeqszWj83GiMkuW36ntAuSgLbWwhCiIEDZpd83zKL_hiiDfzVeO5Z-N6IIwpFhdZPjIgVn3xNae269dqmTsnU0EqviImCeQFkkDxik-lIw6La4Ma9qmEw2A/s640/blogger-image--1150735150.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Dump in a cup of flour. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYYMr61kNSs8bUobvvWorjhauYDWJFiT69G2U_SIq4velS16yQUMCC9gBLjOQBzidHfZYZOD3iBbUqRd2eY1TO5m7Sw6xgUqmK1g1Qpqev9rCouKvvpwBYNzd4Ah7sZi_0KIl8lB29g/s640/blogger-image--2128488231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggYYMr61kNSs8bUobvvWorjhauYDWJFiT69G2U_SIq4velS16yQUMCC9gBLjOQBzidHfZYZOD3iBbUqRd2eY1TO5m7Sw6xgUqmK1g1Qpqev9rCouKvvpwBYNzd4Ah7sZi_0KIl8lB29g/s640/blogger-image--2128488231.jpg"></a></div> </div><div>You can estimate. Exact proportions don't seem to be necessary. </div><div><br></div><div>Add into your bowl a cup of milk, and half a teaspoon of salt. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdu1T_Ssx9fMiLuXDN8Ne1NVmU-8mBe1T8uUwQvHq0hV37XmnZM89oZgxkyZC77Zgjx0pfmDhpsPRvn6HlU8LimxYigXF_1aq0dHykXz7i3BtRGU513r-954gXZ2B55fP9_UgSgviTQ/s640/blogger-image-2115952094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdu1T_Ssx9fMiLuXDN8Ne1NVmU-8mBe1T8uUwQvHq0hV37XmnZM89oZgxkyZC77Zgjx0pfmDhpsPRvn6HlU8LimxYigXF_1aq0dHykXz7i3BtRGU513r-954gXZ2B55fP9_UgSgviTQ/s640/blogger-image-2115952094.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Mix it all up, but don't go too crazy. 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You're on your own for after that; mine don't last more than a day!</div><div><br></div><div>Happy eating! Yum yum! </div><div><br></div><div>For the quick version:</div><div>Ingredients: </div><div>2 eggs</div><div>1 cup flour</div><div>1 cup milk</div><div>1/2 tsp salt</div><div><br></div><div>Mix all ingredients and pour into greased muffin tins. Put in a cold oven, and bake at 400 for about 25 minutes til puffed and lightly browned. </div><div><br></div><div>Serve warm with honey butter and enjoy! </div>Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-53735208674114902712014-05-19T19:08:00.001-05:002014-05-19T19:08:33.771-05:00I could be blogging but...The Husband and I are watching Doc Martin on Netflix. If you haven't seen it, and you like BBC older style Tv shows with lots of funny personality, do yourself a favor and watch. <div><br></div><div>It's my new TV addiction. </div><div><br></div><div>Have fun!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5Fkbk6BerlBsBCGTRzpI34OtQw0d5PIATz2jmlC_waLxBKVXvzREp4Bar1V78KJpskEkgDSmcqGSKvynNKEBctwoPEB55Gy9iR93gGigo6aV3uDpQEsmtFl39e2kvVWdrYtbMVlTUg/s640/blogger-image--1337334218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5Fkbk6BerlBsBCGTRzpI34OtQw0d5PIATz2jmlC_waLxBKVXvzREp4Bar1V78KJpskEkgDSmcqGSKvynNKEBctwoPEB55Gy9iR93gGigo6aV3uDpQEsmtFl39e2kvVWdrYtbMVlTUg/s640/blogger-image--1337334218.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>PS. Any other, more man-friendly, tv show ideas? </div>Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-48936274083028002602014-05-15T12:12:00.004-05:002014-05-15T19:57:15.654-05:00{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real} Blessings and Coupons, or Daily Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Here's the pretty carnation that the Knights of Columbus were giving out to the mothers after mass. Mom gave me hers (she was down visiting - much needed and so great!), so I have it in my cute little Ikea pitcher. The pitcher is not included in the picture because it looks so gloomy and I don't have time to edit it. But you can enjoy the flower. You're welcome!<br />
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So, what do I do when I am stretching food? I go Mexican. Mexican food is cheap and easy. Enchiladas was on the menu with leftover pot roast meat, but unfortunately I had no enchilada sauce. Lucky me, I found a recipe, and was just about to blend the sauce together into a delicious smoothness, when...</div>
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I was talking with some women from church the other day, and one of them was telling us about a conference she'd been to where one of the speakers asked the audience to do a quick exercise for him.<br />
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I'm grateful that my horse, which I was sooooooo excited to have, turned into a monster that bit and kicked everyone, forcing me to sell him after a year (I think he had a personality disorder or something; I've worked with a ton of horses since and never had a problem. Ah well.). Turns out, we had to move just a few months after his sale, but the picture of me riding him that happened to be in our adoption portfolio was a leading reason why my brother's birthmother chose our family. She had always lived in the city, but she wanted her son to get to experience a country life with mountains, animals, and horses. So, if I hadn't had that beloved awful animal for those eleven months, I might not have a brother, and we might not have been able to move to Virginia.<br />
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I'm grateful that I got cancer right out of college. It kept me home, and caused me to take a different job than my original offer, which launched me on a career path that ended up putting me in exactly the spot I needed to be in order to meet my husband. It also taught me to trust God, to remember that He's in control no matter what, and it made me grow up. Trudging through hospital halls and getting needles stuck in one's neck (with all the resulting bills), is a very maturing experience :) Plus, when I had my last surgery a week after our wedding, it was bigger than anticipated and I got to come back to my parent's house with a drain hanging out of my neck. Really classy. But my wonderful Husband didn't even bat an eye when he visited for the weekend. What a trooper, because I know deep down he was probably rather grossed out! And now, I'm healthy exactly when I need to be for us to start a family. Divine timing, eh?<br />
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There are lots of random things to be grateful for, including the air we breath, the life we live, the sky we see, and the breeze we feel. And while we shouldn't ever forget those things, I think it's equally important to think about the things in life we hated, and try to find the blessings hidden in them. If you look deep enough, you'll always find something. I guarantee it!<br />
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See what these are? No, not the weeds. They're raindrops! We actually had a whole day full of drizzles all the way to full rain (not Virginia rain, but pretty good for what I've seen here so far). Very exciting. My weeds will be thrilled, and maybe my grass will turn green! We needed the water, so this was a good thing. And, really, there's just something special about the sounds and smells of a spring rain. They are so refreshing and absolving, in a way. They are definitely one of my favorite smells.</div>
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What could be happier than cookies?! I had some leftover egg whites from earlier in the week which I had the foresight to put in a jar and keep, so last night, we had a lovely dozen or so meringue kisses! So good. Technically, you're supposed to bake them at a very low heat and then leave them in the oven for something like five hours until they cool, but since I didn't even get started until 4:30, that wasn't going to happen. I baked them at a high heat, took them out, baked my biscuits, and then put the cookies back in the turned-off oven to sit while we ate dinner. Not quite what the recipe called for, and probably the cause of the deflation, but you know what? They were great! Crispy on the outside and like marshmallows on the inside. I actually like them crispier, but the Husband said that if they were just a bit gooier they'd be perfect. So, accident or not, I guess it was a good thing they came out like they did! He ate half the batch...I demolished the other half. There were two left over. By breakfast they were not left over anymore; after all, it's just egg whites ;)<br />
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This, people, is a miracle. Don't you see how organized all my salad ingredients are? Quite a miracle, so much so that I thought it was rather entertaining, and filed it here under "funny." <br />
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The funny thing was, after I put together this absolutely restaurant-worthy barbecue salad (perfectly arranged salad, all pretty, with fried chicken tossed in bbq sauce on top), my husband sits down to dinner and looks at it quizzically. Now, being that he is a born and bred Texan, I kind of assumed that nothing barbecue would be foreign. Well, wrongo because he poked at the ensemble and said, "What's this? *pause* Am I supposed to eat the chicken with it?" <br />
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I thought he was joking, and told him that duh, it's a bbq salad, like at Chilis or any other restaurant in the country. His head was shaking nooooooooo, and the look said that he considered this to be one of my "exotic" dishes. I don't cook exotic; no one has ever, ever, accused me of that. But to him, my cooking is downright <i>exotic</i>. So, I told him to stop arguing, eat his veggies, and say thank you. And then I showed him a thing or two by pulling up a google images page full of barbecue salads. So there - HA! <br />
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This is my project. It's been a project for a while. At some point in the future, it will be a guestroom/sewing room/office. Mainly a sewing room/office until we have a baby and need the back bedroom, at which point the guest bed will move out here. Good thing I'm not pregnant yet, because this project is moving slower than molasses in Alaska. But despite that, it's good to have ongoing projects. Soothes the soul, in a strange way.<br />
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Speaking of the guest bed, my mom is coming to visit us tomorrow, and I still haven't made the bed. I did, however, clean the bathroom and if we're being honest, that's what counts the most! <br />
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<br />Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-31593113597601824592014-05-07T17:12:00.002-05:002014-05-07T17:12:26.944-05:00Organizing my life...I was never an organizer as a kid, except for school. I hated anything even remotely toward the "unschooling" side. Give me a list of what I needed to do, let me do it, and then let me be done. Mom researched all these great crafty ways to make school fun, etc, etc, and nope! Just a note card with a list of subjects, books, assignments, and I'd be happy. Boring, but it worked.<br />
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As I've gotten older, and thanks to a couple very messy roommates, I've learned the value of organization and cleanliness. Not OCD cleanliness - I'll admit to looking at a dust bunny for two days before picking it up - but reasonable cleanliness. As Auntie Leila would call it, a <a href="http://www.likemotherlikedaughter.org/2010/03/reasonably-clean-house-did-you-guess/">"reasonably clean house."</a> I'll let you read her take rather than attempt my own. Hers is better.<br />
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I'm going to spew my opinions about organization, because, as singles, marrieds, married-with-kids, whatevers you may be, having organization in your life can really make you feel a lot better! <br />
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Sticky notes are my friend, but sometimes all I manage is a mental list of what has to be done. Then, once the list is in my head, I can work it all out. Like, attempt to have be all ready to start working by 8, work til 1, blog for 20 minutes (who are we kidding - half of that is definitely not blog related...I know), make a grocery list, buy said groceries, have them all put away and cleaned by 4, start dinner. That's the basic. But seriously, write it down somewhere if you have trouble, or if you have kids. Kind of the same thing.<br />
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Then, squeeze in the little stuff. Laundry can be fit into work hours, as it only takes a minute to change the loads. If the Husband comes home for lunch, I can throw a soup on the stove and grab some cornbread from the freezer (never make mini batches for this very reason). That also only takes a minutes and I can work while I do it. Laundry can get folded after dinner and when things settle down. Lunch cleanup can get skipped because it's just going to get done again right when I get back from the store; no need to double duty for a few crum-filled plates. <br />
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See what I mean? Not so bad. And for anyone who has kids, please don't worry about the little stuff. No childless perfectly organized dressed and cleaned and showered women like me are looking down on you like I know you think we are :) We're not. We're in awe that you get even half your list done, because, let's face it. I can't even make it though half of mine sometimes....and I only have me to worry about! <br />
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So make the list, and then when you accomplish something, scratch it out. This way, when you get to the end of the day and think, "Did I do <i>anything</i> today at all?" you can remind yourself that yes, you did. And you did it a pretty darn good job of it. And (last one), if the laundry isn't done because you forgot when Kid 1 spilled milk all over the kitchen, or because something in work came up, just bump it to tomorrow's list. It'll be okay. As long as everyone has clothing for the next day, life will move on just fine. Besides, kids and husbands don't always care if they wear the same clothes...<br />
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Well...that's all I have. My life is only semi-organized, as proved by the length of this post. But you know what, I like it and my husband likes it, and it's not causing anyone to sin, so why worry? <i>C'est la vie</i>!Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-4186156257930084342014-05-05T13:21:00.002-05:002014-05-05T13:28:35.021-05:00Phone tag...shoot me now!I'm going to admit to something here. I'm one of those weird people that hates making phone calls. If it qualifies as a no big deal call (ie. I reallllllly need whatever I'm calling about, or it's a close friend/family) then I don't mind at all. But everything else? Hate it.<br />
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So guess what. I told our property manager that the heat wasn't working, and got a voicemail from the HVAC people. This was Thursday. I called them back, and they said they'd be out Friday morning. Come Friday afternoon, I call (sigh) and ask when they were planning on arriving because...you know...I kind of had other stuff to do. <br />
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- sigh. I told them Monday would be fine; after all, it's Texas and being cold isn't a problem likely to last long. <br />
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I was right; the cold vanished and the weather was 95 degrees yesterday. So, my poor overheated husband goes to switch on the AC before bed and yep. You guessed it. No AC. No fan. I think our little control board thingy is broken. <br />
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Are you seeing a pattern? Monday is here. Definitely here. Noon has come and gone. No call...no HVAC van. 80 degrees inside, which feels heavenly to me, but will not feel heavenly to my other half. So, poor me mustered up all my nerve, thought through three different ways to ask what their schedule was for today (aka - Where the heck are you?!) because...you know...I kind of have other stuff to do. <br />
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And the worst part? I am going to have to keep calling them! With a husband who works in sales and calls people all day, he has no qualms about calling at regular intervals until he gets a response. Nor does he see a reason why I should have a problem with that, because, let's be honest, I shouldn't. But I do. And now I'm dreading having to keep calling these silly people.<br />
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First world problems, right? But hey, it's a good growing experience, and I'd take being hot over being cold any day!<br />
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Edited to add - he's here! Praise the Lord! I didn't have to call again.Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-63642045304644363222014-05-04T12:06:00.003-05:002014-05-04T12:06:41.772-05:00Enjoying life like a kid, and thrifting clothes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I saw these sneaky little things swimming along in the river today and you know, I don't think I've ever seen so many turtles all together before! Certainly not in the wild (if the middle of the city even counts as wild). It was so neat! They were all along the river, just doing their thing and not in the least concerned about all the foot traffic going back and forth.<br />
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I realize this is a weed, but for some reason, I have an affinity for flowering weeds. They are so perky and so determined in their perkiness that it's hard not to like them. Not being a great gardener in any sense of the word, weeds and I are never in competition which allows us to have a pleasantly platonic relationship. Dandelions are one of my favorites, but we don't seem to have as many here in Texas as when I was growing up in the far north of just-south-of-the-Mason-Dixon-line. Isn't this just the cutest little thing? It's only as big as a pencil eraser.</div>
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My grandmother gave this cookbook to my mom when she got married and moved away, and my mom did the same for me. I love looking back at the recipes that have notes, dated, from both of them. Some are comments about the recipe, but most are little snippets about what was happening in their day when they were cooking. I've added some of my own. Here, the note in red is my mom's, and is dated in February 1989. I was four months old. The note in black is mine from just last week.</div>
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Why is a bad picture of half-eaten brownies funny? Well, it was suggested at my last doctor appointment that I change my diet. (I am still contemplating this idea...while eating brownies.) She recommended that I cut out refined sugar, as much as possible. That's all well and good, but I'm still craving chocolaty goodness in a way that only we women can understand, if you know what I mean, so I decided to make "healthy" brownies. I subbed out the 1.5 cups of sugar with a few tbs of brown sugar, a cup of molasses, and a cup of flour. Probably could have skipped the flour as these were cakey instead of fudgy, but whatever. They were also overcooked, a chronic bad habit of mine. </div>
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See that weed? The one that's nearly as tall as a large toddler? I've been staring at it and planning to weed-whack it for weeks now, but unfortunately our hand-me-down lawnmower refuses to turn on for me. The weed-whacker feels the same and also will not start. I'm biding my time until the Husband is home to beat them into submission, at which point mankind will triumph over the weeds that are attempting to take over my corner of the world! </div>
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<br />Kate @Our Epic Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15593875334317872038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854075618028825512.post-59742221741799411682014-04-29T15:03:00.000-05:002014-05-06T10:15:17.427-05:00Why NFP is Good for Girls, Regardless of "Mrs" Status.This title may be a bit odd to some, who think of NFP as the "Catholic contraception." It's not, and I have another post on that later. Suffice it to say that it is nearly impossible to use NFP selfishly. Can't you just hear your husband, "Honey, I need a break from all this sex. Let's just skip half of each month for the next year, okay? It'll be fun!" Yeeeaaahhhh not. Anyway - onwards.<br />
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There are, obviously, a gazillion kinds, but I'm talking about the more detailed kinds here. Billings, Creighton, Sympto-thermal, etc. Rhythm Method ain't cutting it these days. We are in the 21st century, ya know. <br />
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I learned Creighton, so that's what I'm going to go by here. However, the others are probably just as good, as are some of the methods aimed directly at teens, such as the <a href="http://www.teenstar.org/">TeenSTAR</a> method that Dr. Hanna Klaus is promoting here in the USA. Creighton just has the most medically advanced aspect at this point, due to Dr Hilgers work in Omaha, and I picked it due to a niggling suspicion I'd be wanting that medical help at some point. But I digress.<br />
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We women know that our bodies are complicated. Really complicated. How else could the majority of men be so well trained to know that "women's issues/girl troubles/that time/etc" were terms of inexplicable and utter respect. These terms require immediate submission to whatever request proceeds them. "It's that time honey, I feel awful. I need to curl up and die for the next hour. Can you do the groceries?" What man will answer (will dare to answer!) anything but, "Yes dear, of course." Smart men! Don't we love 'em?</div>
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Let me preface this by saying that I am not arguing that every woman chart for every day of her fertile life. That would be a little extreme. But doing it for a year or so during the mid-teens, and picking up again in engagement, perhaps. </div>
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So, what's the reason for a teen to do it? One, to learn respect for her body. It's hard to take for granted something that is so complex, and there's no way to get in tune with it like following and tracking the patterns. Two, to learn what is normal and what is not. This is crazy, ladies. There is so much that happens to us that is considered "normal" because no one talks about it, that isn't! For example, PMS. Totally normal, but not when it starts more than a week out from good ol' Aunt Flow. Whoda thunk it? Super heavy or super light periods - not normal either! Never being dry during the cycle - you guessed it. Not normal either. And, biggie here girls - extremely painful cramps. Call-off-work-when-advil-doesn't-cut-it cramps. Not normal. Wouldn't it be nice to get these things fixed (or at least know that they may need fixing before marriage/kids)? A year of charting, or less, and a couple simple doc appointments could fix that. Lastly, the TeenSTAR abstinence program is quite successful. Can't beat that!</div>
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Okay. Second scenario. You want to have kids, millions of them, and you have no desire to ever postpone them. Your future husband wants the same. Great. I applaud you, I really do. But what happens when you're pregnant, your husband loses his job, and then your other kid gets sick. Really sick. Now, you have a newborn, you're living off savings while hubby is away interviewing all the time, and you've got gobs of worries and medical bills for sick child. I know - it's not a nice thought. That might be a good time to postpone having #3 since, as we mentioned above, you're Fertile Myrtle and pop 'em out 18 months apart max. </div>
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Either way, wouldn't you like already knowing how to postpone, should you need to do that? Because you realize that the highly successful/highly scientific methods often require a month or so of abstinence while you learn the basics. Not great for your marriage, in the above situation. It'd be nice to have the knowledge and skills already, so that, if you ever need them, they are available. This is why I'm an advocate for learning an NFP method during engagement. The churches that allow this to be skipped are doing a huge disservice. Because really, what do you have to lose by learning? Nothing. Just like algebra; it's good to learn even if you don't think you'll ever use it again. Abstinence during engagement is healthy, it will help your fiance learn and respect what's going on inside you, and prepare you both for coming together in marriage.</div>
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Second scenario point five. (2.5, if you didn't get that.) You're married, trying for kids....and.....nothing. Keep trying, more peeing on sticks......nada. Guess what you're going to get told when you go to your secular doctor? "You need to try for at least a year before you're considered infertile." Just what a wanna-be mom wants to hear. You can't blame the doctors; this stuff isn't taught in standard medical school and most doctors don't go to the extra training seeking it. See the end of this post for some resources if you're trying to find an NFP only, ie. no contraceptive prescribing, doctor. </div>
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Let's keep going with scenario 2.5. What if you'd been charting your whole engagement, and you'd noticed some of those funny signs mentioned earlier. Your periods were a little funky, kinda spotted brown endlessly, but hey, it's light and ignorable, so who cares. Plus, they were super painful and you always had to call off work, but again, aren't everyone's? Then, you started charting and your instructor suggested that you have a trained doctor check you and your chart out. Lo and Behold - you have minor endometriosis and your progesterone is low enough that you'd be at risk of miscarriage without support. It's a good thing you caught the endometriosis early since it can cause infertility and requires surgery to remove (which may or may not return your fertility), and for the progesterone, now you can take your little progesterone supplement pills and make it all the way through a happy and healthy nine months. </div>
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OneMoreSoul.com - website that, among other things, lists doctors who are typically Christian and do not proscribe contraceptives. Some of them are very highly trained in various NFP programs (usually on how to use it to help infertility), others less. But none of them will push you to get a tubal after baby #4. I have several doctor friends on here; they're all big fans. </div>
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