tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50294622994557994642024-03-12T23:34:17.260-04:00The BebebirdsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-49470861296180291172014-07-04T17:14:00.000-04:002014-07-04T17:14:04.867-04:00The baby waiting game (A list of things)Hello everyone!<br />
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Well, with my due date having come and gone, we are deep in the throes of the baby waiting game around here. At first it was all excitement and jitters with words like "dilated" and "effacement" getting tossed around (and in pregnant world, those words are very important near the end). Also, there was the buying of the last few things we needed like a crib and a baby monitor. All good things! All things that mean the baby is coming!<br />
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In the meantime, several of my lovely friends are having their babies and my envy tries to take over, not only of getting to see the baby but of their (at long last) baby-free bellies...because seriously guys, sleeping whilst pregnant is truly a battle of its own design.<br />
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So, Toby and I have been desperately trying to fill our days with some sort of activities to take our minds off of how badly we want to see our sweet little guy. It's not easy, and many of our nights have been spent waiting to see if my ever increasing contractions will last or not (they haven't) and thus we stay up until 3 or 4 am. I guess it's newborn practice. However, no matter how often I get down, I always try to remember that this baby's arrival is totally up to God and that no matter when he comes, he'll be right on time. Toby reminds me of this at least twice a day because I'm totally emo about it most times. Anyhow, here are some of the ways we have been spending our days.<br />
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1. Watching lots of soccer. Thank God for the World Cup. It has kept us truly entertained. Also, this picture is not actually of us watching soccer, but we did right before The Sixties on CNN came on, haha.<br />
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2. Reading <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/" target="_blank">Neil Gaiman's</a> fantastic novel, <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/Books/Neverwhere/" target="_blank">Neverwhere</a>. I have spoken of my love for this author before, and every book I discover by him never fails to disappoint. I figure, I better finish it before I have a little darling needing all my intention.<br />
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3. Taking hospital tours! Ok, well just one hospital tour. Toby obviously didn't know I was taking a picture, but his face was too priceless...he looks all business, ready for fatherhood. The hospital we are going to is very nice with a lovely staff, beautiful rooms and just a very comforting atmosphere. Which honestly, for a hospital hater, I did not expect that. Taking the tour really settled my nerves and I highly recommend it to any future mamas.<br />
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4. Having due date lunch dates. The day I went to the doctor this week was actually on my due date and she said I wasn't really far enough to be in labor yet (cue words like "dilated" and "effacement"). So, that was the last thing I wanted to hear and I got pretty down. Toby then suggested a date day filled with thrifting and Chick Fil A. It was just what we both needed! On the way in to Chick Fil A, a man in his car called out to us and said "Hey, y'all got a blessing on the way! May your child be healthy and strong!" I nearly started crying. It was so unexpected but he was so sincere. God knew I needed the pick me up, too.<br />
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5. Just being together. This one is probably the most important thing we've done. We have always loved our time together, as bebebirds. No matter what we are doing, we always have a good time. We are in our last few days of it just being the two of us! It's bittersweet, but it's crazy how ready your heart becomes to let the little one creep in and take over too. We are SO ready to be parents, but as a friend of mine once said of her husband, "I love my kids, but my husband is like the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. He was there first and he's the one that will always take the most of Dorothy's heart." I like that. My scarecrow :)<br />
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So we are still waiting, but not for long! I can't wait until our little man is here!<br />
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I am sitting here in a <a href="http://thebebebirds.blogspot.com/2014/02/my-morning-at-safehouse-coffee-roasters.html" target="_blank">coffee shop</a> that I love and, not that today is any different than any other day, but I am so oddly thankful and aware of this moment. There are a heck of a lot of changes going on and about to go on in my life, so I guess I get this hyper awareness every once in a while that reminds me, "you'll never be in this exact place again."<br />
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I realize that that may sound a little depressing, but I assure you, it's not how I mean it. I'll explain.<br />
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When I say, "I'll never be in this exact place again" I mean that I will never sit on this leather couch in the upstairs part of this coffee shop, pregnant with my first son, and writing thank you cards for my first baby shower ever. I will never drink this same cup of (decaffeinated) coffee while waiting for my wifi to connect. I will never be answering these exact text messages from an old dear friend at 10:30 am. I am thankful for these little things, these little moments, because they are mine and are so unique to this day. Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones, or maybe I am just really getting a glimpse of the way life flutters in and around and through us. Sometime soon after this moment (soon meaning in a few weeks) I will have a sweet little boy that I get to take care of and he will no longer be resting in my belly. I will have a diaper bag and wet wipes and pacifiers and all of the standard mom paraphernalia. I won't be the girl in the coffee shop with no kid. And that is more than ok...because it is a whole new chapter.<br />
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I guess what I'm saying is that I am realizing the fact that the days of just me and my husband are rapidly coming to a close...and that I am actually ready for it. There are parts of me that could just sail into the sunset with my man and never have a care in the world. However, there are other, bigger parts of me that know the goodness that is in store that can only come in the form of my child joining this great adventure. Besides, who said sailing into the sunset couldn't be for us all?<br />
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Well, it is. That's the plan. We will sail on into whatever storm or horizon all together. We have no need to look back, unless it's on the good times, and we have no need to fear the future, because it's in God's hands. So then we have this glorious present, filled with the peace that honest hearts bring and the excitement that new life promises. I don't think anyone could ask for a greater adventure.<br />
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So onward we go and the wind is with us.<br />
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~B~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-73284906481083961712014-05-26T16:20:00.000-04:002014-05-26T16:20:16.423-04:00Feeling Human in the 3rd Trimester (a list of things)Well, it's no secret that being pregnant is both one of the greatest blessings and one of the most uncomfortable, sci-fi things a person can experience. The first trimester is a total learning curve and is really more about staying alive than anything else. The second trimester is the "oh my gosh the baby moved and I look so cute" phase, so it's mostly a win. The third is a beast of it's own. It's super exciting because you are so much closer to seeing that precious bundle of joy, but also it feels like it lasts longer because you are huge with a kicking baby in your belly, constant heartburn, sore belly and back, and lots of 'sleepiness. That, and everyone feels welcome to tell you things like "wow, you look ready to pop" or "Are you having twins?!" or "Wow, you're really big for ___ weeks." Seriously, it's like you're wearing a sign that says "please say negative things to me about my appearance". Let's not even get into the birth horror stories people are free to tell you.<br />
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Long story short, the third trimester has a lot of stress of it's own without counting what other people do or say, so the need for comfort and encouragement are very important. So if you are pregnant, know someone pregnant, want to be pregnant or are just curious about what we pregos are going through, this list is for you.<br />
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These are the things that have helped me immensely through the third trimester in three parts: Beauty, Health and Extras!<br />
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<b>1.</b> <b>A good belly band</b> - I cannot stress this enough in the 3rd trimester and (from what I hear from other moms) postpartum. On the days where you are not wearing maternity pants that have a belly band that is built in, you will immediately feel the painful drooping and pulling of your baby-filled-belly and it's not fun. I even wear mine around the house some days just for the support and it helps so much. Seriously, I just took mine off prior to writing this and I immediately regret it. <a href="http://www.target.com/p/be-maternity-beband-assorted-colors/-/A-13742281#prodSlot=large_1_1" target="_blank">This </a>is the one I got and I love it.<br />
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<b>2. Easy but pretty makeup - </b>I'll explain. Not that makeup is extremely hard to pu<b>t </b>or anything, but when you're this pregnant and still have to get up for work at 5:45 am, you will want ALL THE SHORTCUTS. That is why I switched to <a href="http://www.neutrogena.com/product/mineral+sheers+compact+powder+foundation.do?sortby=ourPicks" target="_blank">Neutrogena Mineral Sheers Compact Powder Foundation</a>. It sounds complex, but really, it's just foundation and powder in one. To me, this was such a Godsend because I could skip the application of actual foundation because this provides enough coverage while still giving a natural look. I was sold. And Neutrogena products are GREAT for skin anyway. Also, a nice <a href="http://www.covergirl.com/lip-makeup/lipstick/lip-perfection-lip-color" target="_blank">lipstick </a>goes a long way when you feel like keeling over. Just makes you feel all girly and pretty. Even on days where I was at home all day, getting dressed and putting on makeup just made me FEEL better. Don't underestimate the power of dress...sometimes it just makes things better.<br />
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<b>3. Go natural - </b>No matter what your ethnicity may be, we often all feel pressure to make our hair do something it was not naturally meant to do. Curly girls want straight hair, straight haired girls want curly hair and there are lots of combinations in between. As a black and white mi<b>x</b>ed girl, I have some very naturally curly hair which I have had to learn to love throughout the years. Just letting my natural hair make it's debut more often helped with how much time it takes to get ready and is of course much healthier for my hair. Let your hair do what it was created to do ladies, because pregnancy makes your hair amazing anyway...might as well let it shine!<br />
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<b>4. Accessorize - </b>On a recent shopping trip with some of my girlfriends, I realized that I had not bought a new pair of earrings in AT LEAST a year. I know. It's crazy. I'm just not very shopping-spree-esque so buying things like jewelry take a backseat to groceries, bills and baby stuff. However, as soon as I bought a new pair of earrings, I was so excited and felt so pretty wearing them. It really boosted my self-esteem, much to my surprise. So if you can, splurge a little on yourself. You deserve it...YOU'RE GROWING A PERSON.<br />
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<b>5. Lotion, Lotion, Lotion!</b> - Your skin will thank you for doing this. As soon as I got pregnant, a good friend of mine sent me some of <a href="http://www.walmart.com/ip/Palmer-s-Cocoa-Butter-Formula-For-Stretch-Marks-Lotion-8.5-fl-oz/10311247" target="_blank">Palmer's Cocoa Butter Formula for Stretch Marks</a> and I have used it almost every day since week 10. You have never seen such hydration in your life. It helps to prevent and relieve stretch marks, so its useful pre and post baby. Go get some!<br />
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<b>1. "Campfire soap" and Hydrocortisone: </b>In case no one told you, rashes and itchy skin can legitimately become a major problem in the 3rd trimester. Don't be mad if they didn't tell you, every pregnancy<b> </b>is different so it's hard to know what will effect you. Needless to say, I was infected with what felt like one of the 10 dang plagues. I had what looked like an allergic reaction on my hands and feet only. I can only assume I was allergic to MY BABY. Wow. Anyhow, the doctor was a little vague about it but assured me all was well and referred me to a dermatologist after prescribing me with a mild steroid. I took the steroids (which were safe and my god the itching) and it helped a lot, but the rash started to return. Being the daughter of a hippie, I figured I'd take the natural route instead of finding a dermatologist. Enter<a href="http://www.grandpabrands.com/products/pine-tar-soap-4-25-oz" target="_blank"> Grandpa's Pine Tar Soap</a>. It smells like an actual campfire BUT my rash was GONE within a week. That stuff is AMAZING. And for the time in between, hydrocortisone (walmart brand) with intensive healing and chamomile was a constant comfort.</div>
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<b>2. Nasal Strips: </b>No, they are not attractive. But alas, unless you want to trick your husband into thinking that he is sleeping with a dragon and not his <strike>smokin' hot </strike> wife, then you should maybe think about it. I have never really snored unless I have a cold, but in pregnancy I have found the snoring beast within. So God bless these nasal strips because now my husband can sleep and I don't feel like Smaug the terrible. </div>
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<b>3. Prenatals...in whatever form they come: </b>Like many of us, one of the prenatals I tried was too heavy on the iron in them, so naturally I threw up immediately every time. I tried another prenatal gummy vitamin and LOVED it, but much to my surprise it had NO iron in it, which the baby needs. Distraught, I went to my doctor and she told me to take Flintstones vitamins and a Fish Oil supplement, since it didn't really have enough of something or other. So ever since my 2nd trimester, I've been a Flintstones kid and it works great with no sickness.</div>
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<b>1. Nursing bras are super comfortable: </b>Seriously. <a href="http://www.target.com/p/gilligan-o-malley-reg-women-s-seamless-nursing-bra-assorted-colors/-/A-14923182#prodSlot=medium_1_1" target="_blank">The one I bought from Target</a> I have already started wearing because it just feels amazing. No underwire, stretchy material and cute girl color! Who cares if it's a size bigger than it needs to be? Comfort wins...EVERY TIME.</div>
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<b>2. Decaf coffee that doesn't taste like death: </b>Seriously, finding a good decaf coffee is an art of it's own. I am not 100% off caffeine (because I wouldn't survive) but I do mix in my caf with decaf. <a href="http://www.target.com/p/archer-farms-decaf-vanilla-bean-creme-brulee-light-roast-ground-coffee-12-oz/-/A-14831410#prodSlot=medium_1_5" target="_blank">This brand</a> from Target is SO delicious, I can't even believe it. I even got my mother in law hooked on it. It's a real treat.<br />
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<b>3. My trusty flip flops: </b>The one good thing about being pregnant in the summer is that I can wear flip flops everywhere. That's because the rest of my shoes aren't that comfy. My feet aren't that swollen, which I'm thankful for, but they are more than usual, which makes flats not very inviting. So God bless my Old Navy flips.<br />
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<b>4. <a href="http://pregnant.thebump.com/extras/pregnancy-baby-calendar-iphone-android-application.aspx" target="_blank">The Bump App</a>: </b>I LOVE this app. It has a "how big is baby" calendar (with the comparative fruit of course), a forum for questions, tips, check list...pretty much everything. I can't tell you how often I get in those forums with questions and come away with GREAT answers. I really recommend it.<br />
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Well, that's it! I'm sure there are million more things I could add, but these are the kickers...the one I couldn't make it a day without. Hope it helps or at least entertains, haha.<br />
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Happy baby-growing!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-53559142806302509272014-05-20T13:52:00.000-04:002014-05-20T13:52:29.038-04:00My very first (almost) Mother's DayI realize that Mother's Day was not exactly yesterday, but we've been a bit busy 'round here with baby things, graduation things and all sorts of things, so please forgive my absence!<br />
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Usually Mother's Day is a great time it remember all the mothers around me that have helped to shape me into who I am. It was still a day all about those incredible women, but for the first time I got to participate in the festivities as a new (or almost new) mama. It was kind of not real in some ways. I have moments of feeling like I will be pregnant forever and then moments of clarity where I realize that this bundle of joy will be here in little over a month. Well, Mother's Day was definitely a moment of clarity.<br />
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We had a Mother's Day weekend of sorts. We grilled burgers, made kale salad, washed baby clothes and put them in his drawer, set up the baby bed, bought a car seat and other baby goods, and laughed until we hurt. Every violent kick to my ribs tat this little squirt gave me was proof of motherhood to me and even though it hurt sometimes, I loved every minute. Oh and if any of you have seen (and loved) the movie Twister, we made steak and eggs on Sunday morning and quoted the movie the whole time. "You slaughter your own cows? Meg, nice."<br />
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To all of my blogger mother friends, I hope your day was full of fun and made you feel super appreciated! I know I appreciate all the wisdom you give on your blogs!<br />
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Much love,<br />
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Also, for any of my friends who are almost-moms like me, here are some great posts to check out from the lovely <a href="http://laurenhartmann.com/" target="_blank">Lauren Hartmann</a>. <a href="http://www.disneybaby.com/blog/10-ways-im-preparing-for-a-newborn/" target="_blank">Bam</a>, <a href="http://www.disneybaby.com/blog/10-signs-youre-nearing-the-end-of-pregnancy/" target="_blank">bam</a> and <a href="http://laurenhartmann.com/2014/05/what-its-really-like-to-give-birth.html" target="_blank">bam</a>. Seriously, if you have not discovered this amazing lady, do it now. She's super raw and real and just as nice as she seems!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-17832038296123867542014-04-04T22:48:00.001-04:002014-04-30T09:00:19.300-04:00Sub adventures #3<br />
As <a href="http://thebebebirds.blogspot.com/2014/03/sub-adventures-2.html" target="_blank">previously</a> mentioned in my last post, it's easy to figure out which grades (or schools) work for you and which don't. I have found the most enjoyment in middle school and high school, believe it or not. The good thing about big school is that they are mostly self sufficient and fun to make friends with. Tha bad thing is that they can have the worst attitudes on the planet and can be a little scary because they are the same size as me. Of course that's worst case scenario, which rarely happens...well, at least not the scary part.<br />
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Last week I subbed for a coach, which was something I never thought I'd do. I was the breathless kid who could barely complete laps and avoided every sport possible. Not to mention the jocks totally intimidated me and I will forever hate th special treatment anyone involved in sports gets over other. End of rant. So yeah, I hated gym. However, it DID feel really good to put some of those same jocks into place as a teacher. It was my own little way of saying "not such hot stuff now, are ya Ace? Fine Arts rules!" Or...something like that.<br />
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I didn't mean to delay posting so long, but life happens as we all know. Not long ago it was my birthday. Turning 27 was pretty normal, but it is crazy to think that I was 17 ten years ago! Boy I DON'T miss 17 though. It was a very chill birthday weekend. My husband made me breakfast in bed and I slept, literally, all day while he worked on the computer. That may sound the absolute worst and most boring thing ever, but to this pregnant gal, it was pure heaven.<br />
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That night we went over to watch The Walking Dead with Toby's mom and I was greeted with cards,, balloons and cake with fruit. It was oh so sweet.</div>
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I also got lots of sweet messages from friends on Instagram, and it was awesome. And check out my adorable nephew. Seriously. I can't.<br />
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The next weekend I went out with some of my girlies to eat at Outback Steakhouse. It was delicious, needless to say. Steak has never tasted so good. However, the best thing about it wasn't the food, it was the fashion parade of prom goers that filled the venue. We saw long dresses, short dresses and one TOO short dress that made me want to send a note home to her mom. The best was yet to come though. </div>
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As we enjoyed our bloomin' onion waiting for a table, we noticed one prom girl that was having a seemingly important text conversation. No sooner did we look at her than she ran smack into the door of the restaurant. I mean, smack! She shuffled out of there quick as her date laughed behind her. As soon as she left, the entire reception area erupted with laughter (laced with some "aw, bless her heart" exclamations of course). The poor hostess was nearly doubled over. This was all without alcohol, ladies and gentlemen.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-75772121977317929012014-03-21T08:30:00.000-04:002014-03-21T08:30:00.894-04:00Spring has sprung (a list of things)No matter what the temperature reads or what the weather man says regarding how cold it still may be, spring has officially sprung! March 20th marks the glorious emergence of the green goodness that we wait for every winter, and especially this one. I for one know that I am quite ready for some sunshine and gardening. There are a few great things that I look forward to every spring, so I thought I'd actually list them out for a change.<br />
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5. The cherry blossoms bloom here in Georgia and they are just beautiful. We even have a <a href="http://www.cherryblossom.com/" target="_blank">festival</a> dedicated to the event.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-69864843737781007662014-03-19T11:46:00.000-04:002014-04-04T22:52:17.507-04:00Sub Adventures #2As I travel the road of substitute teaching, I have quickly (and painfully) discovered what age groups I do and don't like to sub for. I love elementary school kids outside the classroom, but inside it they are like wild monkey children let loose for pure destruction. Not always, though. There are always the really sweet ones that capture your heart, like this little girl who decided to draw me a picture.<br />
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As you can see, the sweet little girl expertly crafted my hair and baby bump, as well as awarded me first place...in life I suppose, and wished me happiness and luck. Seriously,knit made me day because the rest of it was HORRIBLE. After only an hour of me being there, three boys got into a fight, one of which had a punched nose. Another boy ripped a hole in a kid's shirt and was sent to the office. Also, the most ADHD kid I've ever met was firing in all cylinders because he "forgot" his medication. There was also this other boy who looked tame with a very serious face and kept stroking my arms. I still don't really know what to make of that.<br />
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Today is the day we rejoice, because the work week is over and we have some relaxing days ahead! This tired face above is looking a little brighter now because sleeping in is quickly approaching.<br />
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This week was a good one. I was able to <a href="http://thebebebirds.blogspot.com/2014/03/sub-adventures-series.html" target="_blank">work</a> everyday, which isn't always a thing and I'm thankful for that. Also Purim begins today which is a super fun holiday. It's all about the story of Queen Esther, which you can read in the book of Esther (in the bible). We basically party like it's 1999 to celebrate how God saved the Jewish people from destruction through Esther's obedience. Fun times! So this weekend will be filled with sweets and laughs and we will start it off with Shabbat tonight, as always. I love Fridays!<br />
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~B~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-89186899659594833802014-03-12T08:10:00.000-04:002014-03-12T08:10:22.019-04:00Sub Adventures: A Series<br />
So as most of you know I am now a substitute teacher in all its glamour. I decided to embark upon this journey because my ultimate goal is to become a high school English teacher, but with baby Yosi due in July, I figured I'd better wait on the certification process. So, I became a sub to sort of get my feet wet and give myself a chance to love or hate it before I jump in the deep end. I honestly have loved doing it and man there are funny stories that go along with it! I usually sub for middle school and high school because as much as I love the little ones, I have already done that for about 6 years at a daycare...I'm good. It's nice because <a href="http://einkamocha.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Toby </a>teaches at a high school so I just get jobs there a lot...which is funny because the kids always ask about us.<br />
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If you follow me on Instagram (yes, it's a private account because believe it or not, there are some WEIRDOS out there) then you can see some of the updates with the hashtag #subadventures . After realizing that I was writing down all the funny things my students say, I figured I'd better do some blog posts about it. Here are some funny things I have heard lately:<br />
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"My feet smell like socks... 'cause you know, some feet don't smell like feet."<br />
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"big booty hole!" (yes...randomly this was shouted)<br />
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"If I tried to do this now, it would take more time than we all have life."<br />
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*after the kids realize I am Mr. Manolis's wife*<br />
"I hope yo kid is just like Mr. Manolis, cuz he CRAZY."<br />
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Last weekend Toby and I took a quick trip to Dallas, TX to visit my family. Since you can't fly in the thir trimester, we figured now would be the best time to go and everybody was going to be in town, so it was perfect! They all pitched in and got us there and we were so happy and grateful to spend time with everyone.<br>
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In addition to hanging out with the fam, they decided to throw us a sweet baby shower as well! I got to see some of my loved and missed Texas friends and it did my soul good. Baby Yosi got TONS of wonderful gifts that were much needed. God is already providing for this little family in every way.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-12846536050115998792014-03-06T10:50:00.001-05:002014-03-07T11:16:53.728-05:00More pregnant every dayHello cyber friends,<br />
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That sounded so corny, but pregnancy makes you do strange things...and you get away with it...so there.<br />
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Life around here has been peppered with lots of laughs, episodes of The Office and The Walking Dead, ramen noodles and Perrier water...and onesies! I never realized now cute onesies were until I received 5,000 of them, each cuter than the next. Baby Yosi is growing (along with my belly) every day and I couldn't be more excited! He kicks constantly and that always lets me know that he's doing A-ok. This second trimester thing is so much more enjoyable and it really makes being pregnant a joy. This <a href="http://annmarieloves.com/2014/02/28/second-trimester-thus-far/#.UxiWBj_waSo" target="_blank">blog </a>talks about it too, and I second her completely!<br />
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The only issue with being pregnant is that the discomfort (and unexpected bouts of exhaustion) often come at work. I'm a substitute teacher, which is definitely less taxing than a full time teacher's job, but it's usually about 7:25-3:25 and this mama gets tired. Usually right before and after lunch I am mentally and physically prepared to nap...and then I look at the angsty teenagers in front of me and remember I can't sleep. Annoying though it is, I love this growing little guy (and BOY is he growing). The pictures above were taken at 21 weeks and the bump has gotten bigger since then, now that I'm 23 weeks...which in real terms is almost 6 months! It's going fast and I love it!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-87385251973661156682014-02-24T10:21:00.001-05:002014-02-24T23:37:53.072-05:00My Morning at Safehouse Coffee Roasters<br />
I don't normally get to do things out and about where I live, mostly because I'm working (or lazy). However, as a substitute teacher, you <strike>don't always</strike> never have a concrete schedule. So, today I am working an afternoon half-day, so I am enjoying this nice 50-ish degree morning in one of the coolest and coziest coffee shops I've ever been to: <a href="https://safehousecoffeeroasters.com/" target="_blank">Safehouse Coffee Roasters in Griffin, GA</a>. Armed with my iPhone, I began snapping pics all over the place. Then the cozy atmosphere got me...as it should.<br />
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Toby and I have been here before and I totally fell in love with the place. It's the perfect spot to read or do some work or just have a conversation. The people who work here are very friendly and helpful, and they also just look like cool people. It's a restored building, full of the quirks that only come with age, but they have redone it marvelously and left little accents that remind you of the history that is within the walls. Speaking of history, as I write this I can hear Billie Holiday playing overhead. Earlier it was Django Reinhardt. These people are classy and they keep winning me over.<br />
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It's very simplistic and clean. Minimalist. Amazing. And every person that comes through the doors looks like someone interesting that you would love to talk to. I promise, I'm not just romanticizing it. It's just that cool of a place.<br />
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Not only does it feel fantastic, this place supports local farmers and is a non-profit organization that supports community more than commerce. Guys, if you live in this area, you should really check this place out because your money goes to a local business that supports goodness of lots of sorts.<br />
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I haven't even gotten to the best part yet: the coffee itself. Well, it tastes great. Very rich and of course is brewed right here, fresh, every Tuesday. Another good thing, is that if you don't feel like popping into the shop, you can order their coffee online as well. Believe it or not, I was not paid to do this post. I just really like this place and would love to see people give it a go! Thank you Safehouse for a fantastic morning, and for letting me sit at a table for 3+ hours until I go to work. I'll be seeing you again, soon!<br />
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We announced the good news on Instagram yesterday and from every other rooftop that is available to us! We are so thrilled and could not be happier! We can't wait to meet our little Yosef "Yosi" David Manolis. The doctor said we have a very active little boy that's always wiggling (which I knew, because I feel it all the time). Sounds like he'll be just as crazy as us when he gets here. And now I know how I'll work off those preggy pounds. *face palm*</div>
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We celebrated by eating outside in this random 70 degree weather! Toby made homemade fried chicken and we laid out a spread of other goodies. It was a glorious day!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-71670216725591843022014-02-12T23:20:00.000-05:002014-02-13T12:41:35.552-05:00Lately on Instagram<br />
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I just got back in town from a <a href="http://www.womensretreat.bethzion.org/" target="_blank">retreat</a> in snowy Pennsylvania. Needless to say, I almost didn't make it home, but I did, thank God! I took a bunch a pictures of more snow (like you need any more, I'm sure) but because I'm lazy, I have not edited them or transferred them to the computer. On Instagram, however I'm a busy bee, well sort of. Instagram has captured my substitute teacher training days, meals during the snowpocalypse, little outings and more.<br />
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If we're not friends on Instagram we should be because it's pretty much my favorite social media outlet ever. I've been a little MIA the last few days because my phone broke, womp.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-84743158479164429052014-02-03T18:08:00.002-05:002014-02-03T18:32:25.685-05:00Snow days in the South<br />
I know that most of my friends up north have been absolutely pummeled with snow and it has been super annoying, but we down South had been waiting for our turn for a winter wonderland.<br />
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We pulled out the (super uncomfortable) couch-bed and slept in the living room so we could look at the snow better. We were off Wednesday and Thursday and went in late on Friday because we aren't used to wintry weather down here and the entire state was declared in a <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2014/01/28/weather-deep-south-ice-storm-snow-houston-louisiana/4957279/" target="_blank">state of emergency</a>. Bless our hearts. There was even a woman who had to give birth in her car because the highway was so backed up she couldn't make it to the hospital. It was a lot like The Walking Dead, but with snow instead of zombies. Makes sense that it's filmed here because we obviously go into intense survival mode when the crap hits the fan.<br />
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As for these snow birds, we remained safe in our little apartment until it was time to go out for a snow adventure. The snow was just beautiful. I can't believe how much I loved it. We were both snapping pictures and jumping in snow piles and...eating the snow. Yes, I know. But, guys seriously we never get snow. The forecast says we may get more snow on Friday which is more exciting than I can express!<br />
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We walked all around our apartment community, and oddly enough we were the only ones out even though no one had to go to work. It was so strange to see our little world covered in snow. It kind of felt like Narnia. Actually it REALLY felt like Narnia. In fact every lamppost we passed I pretended I was Lucy and then immediately wanted tea and cake. This is what snow does to me, folks.<br />
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After our snow adventure was over we made cookies and hot chocolate. The perfect end to a perfect day. It was so much fun getting to spend the day with Toby (and our bird-in-the-belly) laughing and playing and resting. It was a very good day.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-10952808609837141692014-01-28T20:26:00.003-05:002014-01-28T20:26:52.931-05:00Dreaming of SpringAs I'm sure we all are doing, I'm definitely dreaming of a warmer temperature. Don't get me wrong, I love bundling up in blankets and the rare chance for snow the south gets is FANTASTIC but I still have moments of missing some sun and greenery. I don't want the blazing Georgia heat yet (because trust me, it's rough) but 70 degrees can be quite nice to think of when you can't feel your fingers after going outside for 10 minutes. Ah, spring and your not-too-cold temperatures.<br />
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Part of the reason why I am missing Spring is because I love, love, love gardening. I'm certainly no expert and I have tons more to learn, but I really get so much enjoyment out of it. Every year I learn something new and get a little bit better at it. That is life isn't it? Trying and trying until you succeed!<br />
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I found some old pictures of our first try at gardening and my heart ached for Spring!<br />
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We live in an apartment, so we are a bit limited on what we can grow. We keep it simple and just do a few herbs and on occasion some peppers or small tomatoes. It feels so good to eat or use something you've grown yourself!<br />
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I don't usually do resolutions, but if I were to have one it would be to really take my little plant-babies seriously this year...you know, before the ACTUAL baby comes, haha. It is definitely something I would like to raise our kids doing and seeing us do. It's very therapeutic and not to mention healthy. You can see my past gardening attempts <a href="http://thebebebirds.blogspot.com/2012/05/minty-may-treat.html" target="_blank"><b>here</b></a>, and <a href="http://thebebebirds.blogspot.com/2012/06/instagram-reviewtexas-style.html" target="_blank"><b>here </b></a>. And who knows, maybe this year I'll get REALLY crazy and plant some flowers too. Having a look at this <b><a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2014/01/favorite-party-pins-flowers/" target="_blank">post </a></b>really makes me want some flowers that I can just pick and place around the room and not have to buy...because I'm all about the cheap thrills, baby.<br />
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Anyway, as I clawed through my scarf bin, I came across this old, kind of haggard scarf. It is maroon and very uneven and curves where it really should not be curving. In other words, I made it. However, despite its major imperfections and its obvious lack of good craftsmanship, it is one of the dearest items I own.<br />
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When I was finished, I beamed with pride. I had never been so proud of something as I was of that weird-looking scarf. I guess I identified with it. It was imperfect and simple, but I loved it because it was mine and I had put my heart into it. I guess it finally had hit me that maybe that was how God felt about me. I never forgot how that felt. And every time I wear it, I still get that goofy smile on my face as I remember that precious, life-saving reminder.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-78806722478913052102014-01-21T16:06:00.001-05:002014-01-21T16:06:19.583-05:00Literature Love: Young Adult FictionGreetings everyone!<br />
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It's been a while since I have gotten one of these posts in and indeed it is high time to do one! I love all kinds of books and I consider myself to be quite a bibliophile (read: I would rather read than do anything else). Today's focus will be Young Adult Fiction. I am a sucker for this genre and probably always will be. I took a class on this genre and it's importance and that is where I have discovered some of the titles I'm about to recommend. These are all fantastic reads and each very different. Take a look at the links in each one to get to know the authors a little better too.<br />
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1. <a href="http://laurenmorrill.com/books/meant-to-be/" target="_blank">Meant To Be</a> by the amazingly talented <a href="http://laurenmorrill.com/" target="_blank">Lauren Morrill</a>. I'm not huge into the sappy teen romance thing (well, not always) but this book was just an absolute joy to read. The characters are so loveable and funny and it's a sweet first-love story. It has a <a href="http://www.fox.com/new-girl/#" target="_blank">New Girl</a> kind of charm/awkwardness to it, which we all love. The author of this book lives in Macon, Georgia as well and she came to my YA Lit class to talk about this book and her career as an author and all around cool person. And she signed my book. And I felt famous. And I live tweeted her whole discussion. I wish I weren't so awkward.<br />
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2. <a href="http://rjpalacio.com/book.html" target="_blank">Wonder </a>by <a href="http://rjpalacio.com/author.html" target="_blank">R.J. Palacio</a>. This book is about a little boy who has a facial deformity and all of his struggles and triumphs. I laughed and cried all the way through this book and was so moved by the beautiful message of understanding. I recently let my best friend borrow this book to read alongside her kids that are 8 and 9. They were at the time becoming acquainted with the fact that some people look differently because of disabilities or what have you. This book helped them all ask questions and discover things about themselves and about others. Guys, it's really amazing. The author also has some great <a href="http://rjpalacio.com/for-teachers.html" target="_blank">teacher resources</a> for class discussions!<br />
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3. <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/Books/Coraline/" target="_blank">Coraline </a>by the infinitely talented <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/" target="_blank">Neil Gaiman</a>. On top of being my (current) favorite author, this has made its way to one of my favorite books as well. It is in some ways like a modern Alice in Wonderland but far creepier and very captivating. And God help us if we really all DO have an Other Mother with button eyes. Coraline is like a gateway drug to the rest of his works, because once you start you can never stop. He's that good. Also, if you are a bookish type, you should see what he has to say in his <a href="http://www.pragmaticmom.com/2010/09/from-neil-gaimans-2009-newbery-award-acceptance-speech-via-beth-schulman/" target="_blank">Newberry Award acceptance speech</a> from 2009. Bloody brilliant, this guy. <br />
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<br />4. <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/Books/The+Graveyard+Book/" target="_blank">The Graveyard Book</a> by (yes, again) Neil Gaiman. As I said, you've already had the gateway drug so let's just get down to it. This book is near and dear to my heart and has the most beautiful message of self-discovery, identity, confidence and even understanding others. Based loosely on the style of the Jungle Book, this story is about a young boy but it has just as strong a message for us grown-ups. If you like a bit of whimsy and humor then please give this a read. It's one of those books that you'll never forget!<br />
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Have any of you read any of these books? Is there another book you're curious/passionate about? Likes, dislikes? Do let me know!<br />
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~B~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-8110830928549272302014-01-15T19:59:00.001-05:002014-01-15T20:05:03.601-05:00Back in the Habit / 1st Trimester EssentialsNO, I'm not secretly a nun. Although that would be a brilliant plot twist, wouldn't it?<br />
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What I mean is, it feels really good to be back in the habit of blogging again! I've missed the community and the cathartic act of putting pen to paper...er...finger to keyboard. The last three months have been busy, as <a href="http://thebebebirds.blogspot.com/2014/01/news-from-our-nest.html" target="_blank">previously mentioned</a>, but also quite exhausting. I am new to this whole growing-a-human thing but I have lots of darling friends who are seasoned veterans and have helped me along the way. Despite all of their Gandalf-like wisdom, everyone is different and we all have unique experiences in the baby-growing process.<br />
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My poor classmates and professors were afraid I'd keel over in my classes because I looked like DEATH. I felt like death too. I only threw up once, but I was nauseated 24/7 without rest, which made homework so much fun. By the grace of God, I made it through. Getting sick is probably my top fear of most fears (I know, it's lame) so I kind of feel like if I could do 3 months of my worst fear, labor will be a cake-walk. (Cue hysterical laughter from every other mother in the world because I'm talkin' crazy). <br />
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However, all was not lost. Thanks to blessed, blessed Pinterest, I was able to search countless boards about what helped most women through the first trimester. Some of it worked, some of it didn't. Trial and error is life's way of showing us what's up most times. I made to document all of the things that worked for me so that I would be prepared the next time around, because honey, pregnancy ain't for wimps.<br />
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1. <b>Loose-fitting button ups</b>. My favorite ones were from <a href="http://www.target.com/p/converse-one-star-women-s-wetherly-top-assorted-colors/-/A-14353833" target="_blank">Target's One Star</a> brand that I bought on clearance. They were perfect for my irritated and (glamour alert) bloated self.<br />
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2. <b>Leggings</b>. I have had a pair of <a href="http://www.danskin.com/product/8543/8543-CttnLycra-Ankle-Legging.html?utm_source=GooglePLAPE&origin=pla&kw=&gclid=CN647ci5gbwCFWJo7AodGW4ACQ" target="_blank">Danskin leggings</a> for like a hundred years (seriously, since high school) and God bless them. My jeans made me sick and those were some of the only things that were comfortable. I'm sure everyone thought I was homeless because it's all I wore.<br />
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3. <b><a href="http://www.minnetonkamoccasin.com/Products/Detail/el-paso-suede-moc" target="_blank">El Paso Minnetonka Moccasions</a>.</b> Call me a hippie, but I wear those bad boys everywhere. They were so comfortable and since my job on campus required a lot of walking, they were perfect.<br />
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4. <b>Peppermints, peppermints, peppermints!</b> I had no idea that these kept nausea at bay and they totally work! I have a huge bag that I keep in my <strike>suitcase</strike> purse just in case.<br />
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5. <b>Cinnamon Toast Crunch.</b> I couldn't stomach very much and one of the only things I could eat, oddly enough, was cinnamon toast crunch with 2% milk. I still eat it now.<br />
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7. <b>Perrier Lime.</b> Ginger did NOT work for me. The sugar in it made me even sicker, which was really disheartening. But seltzer water was good, and Perrier (once I finally tried it) was heaven. The Lime kind has been my favorite since I was kid and so it remains.<br />
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8. <b>Listerine.</b> I had a horrible taste in my mouth at all times, especially after eating. Like, it was terrible. So every so often I did and still do have a quick swish and then I'm good. Gum works too, but this was my go to when at home.<br />
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9. <b>Saltine Crackers.</b> You've heard it before and you'll hear it again from me, these are a sick person's best friend. At times it was all I ate...well that and soup when I could bear it. Yeah it sucked but when random hunger that is synonymous with nausea hits in the middle of the night (and it does) these puppies will give you relief. I had a pack on my nightstand and in my purse.<br />
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10. <b>My iPod. </b>I read somewhere that if you get really sick when you drive (and I did) that listening to music helps by balancing out some something that made no sense to me. Even though I didn't understand, I tried it and it worked. It could have just been me thinking it worked, but when you can't get to your job because you're gagging on the highway, you'll do what you have to. No it wasn't that safe, but I wasn't throwing up so...tomato-tom-ah-to.<br />
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Well, this is my list..check it twice...heh heh. These things sure helped me and perhaps for some poor suffering pregnant person in the blogosphere, they will help you too.<br />
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Well, after about a 12,000 year absence (give or take) I have returned to the blogosphere, albeit with some shame attached. A lot happened near the end of 2013 and in the midst of it, blogging simply just fell by the wayside. You will perhaps understand when I explain...or not...but either way I have good intentions.<br />
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1. I finally graduated from <a href="http://www.mga.edu/" target="_blank">school</a>, which is suuuuper exciting! I now have a Bachelor of Arts in English and boy does it feel good.<br />
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2. My darling cousin Meredith married the man of her dreams! Many happy tears were shed.<br />
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3. Toby fulfilled a lifelong dream by getting to step in and be a groomsman at the wedding. The groom's best man had to leave the day of the wedding because his wife was in labor, so we got a call early that morning to my cousin telling us that Toby was up to bat! He was thrilled...and so was I :)<br />
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4. Toby met Chad L. Coleman who plays Tyreese in <a href="http://www.amctv.com/shows/the-walking-dead" target="_blank">The Walking Dead</a>. HUGE deal to us.<br />
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We are absolutely over the moon about this! I am 16 weeks along now, and actually have a doctor appointment tomorrow to check up on the little baby. Right now, it is as big as an avocado so we are lovingly calling it the "guacababy" right now...and maybe forever. That nickname came from my sister-in-law, who is hilarious. I will try not to be one of those obnoxious moms who only writes about things that are pregnant or babies, but I can't make any promises, because it really is exciting.</div>
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Can't wait to share more with you all!</div>
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Hello everyone<br />
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Long time I know, but I choose to overlook that right now. haha.<br />
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We just finished out fall high holy days and it's been crazy and fun. Sukkot, or the feast of tabernacles, is by far the most joyous event. Yom T'Ruah is about repentence, Yom Kippur about atonement for sins, and <a href="http://www.biblestudytools.com/leviticus/passage.aspx?q=leviticus+23:33-44" target="_blank">Sukkot </a>is the party: God hanging out with His kids! It's a time to remember how He took care of Israel in the wilderness for 40 years (post Exodus) and how He was right there with them. It's a time to reflect on what we are thankful for in life and how God has blessed us and will keep on sustaining us.<br />
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Our <a href="http://www.bethyeshuainternational.com/" target="_blank">congregation </a>had a week long camping event at a nearby lake and we had activities every night. We got to play music there a lot and dance and be crazy. It was so much fun. Even though it was difficult getting off work late and then going straight to the campground to play for hours, God really still showed us a good time and gave us so much joy and peace. It was the best Sukkot we've had so far. We watched the people dance and sing and just feel lighter. It's not that the cares of the world just go away during that time, but it's like God draws a curtain around us for a little bit and says, "We'll worry about it later...just rest." And rest we did. Here's a look into the week long party!<br />
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Sad to see Sukkot go, but excited for what's coming up...our 3rd anniversary! Where has time gone??<br />
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See you cats on flip-flop later (School of Rock)!<br />
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Brooke<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-55866801691818868752013-09-05T17:04:00.000-04:002013-09-05T17:04:51.560-04:00Apples and Honey and Shofars, oh my!Hello everyone!<br />
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Long time, no blog! I miss doing this and I apologize for the (inevitable) hiatus that comes with summer, school and work.<br />
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It's my favorite time of year, the high holy days! Last night <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Leviticus%2023:23-25&version=CJB" target="_blank">Yom T'ruah</a> began and continued into today. It's a time of remembering: remembering good times, God, provision and all that we've been blessed with. It's also a time of making things right with God and with each other. The biblical new year actually begins at Passover, contrary to what the Jewish community celebrates, but it is definitely a time of spiritual renewal and new beginnings. So, in light of the latter definition, happy new year and shana tova!<br />
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~B~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-13343089163697345232013-06-13T12:54:00.000-04:002013-06-13T13:03:07.558-04:00Literary Dinner: Robber Steak<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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"There are many odd things to put down, and, lest who reads them may fancy that I dined too well before I left Bistritz, let me put down my dinner exactly. I dined on what they called "robber steak" -- bits of bacon, onion, and beef, seasoned with red pepper, and strung on sticks and roasted over the fire..."<br />- Jonathan Harker in Bram Stoker's <i>Dracula</i></div>
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As some of you may know, I really love the book <i>Dracula.</i> In fact, my senior capstone project is based on Mina Harker from the novel, so there ya go. Anyhow, Toby also loves the book and seemed to have a keen interest in the meals that Jonathan Harker ate in it. You may not remember, but on our 2nd anniversary he made Paprika Hendl which is featured in the first part of the novel. Earlier this week, he decided to make another dish featured in the book called Robber Steak. It's basically a kebab, but Hungarian Paprika makes a lovely Eastern European treat.<br />
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If you look up the recipe (<a href="http://thedreamingmuseum.blogspot.com/2013/06/cooking-through-fiction-draculas-robber.html" target="_blank">which I just did</a>) you will see that we took great liberties with it. This is in part because we aren't huge red meat-eaters and in part because we were on a tight budget...and also because we don't eat ham and turkey bacon is just NOT thick enough. However, our intentions were good and that counts for something. Right?<br />
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We are not super formal so this recipe is SUPER up for interpretation, haha. But, for the sake of having SOMETHING written down, here's what we did:<br />
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1 pound(ish) of chicken, cubed<br />
About half a pint of whole portobello mushrooms, halved (in lieu of bacon)<br />
2 bell peppers, sliced thick<br />
1 onion, sliced thick<br />
Salt & Pepper (to taste)<br />
Dash of Hungarian Paprika<br />
Kebab Skewers (is that how you spell it?) <br />
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Pierce all of the ingredients one by one in whatever fashion you please on the stick (see photo below). You can use whatever method of grilling you like, but we used our Foreman grill...<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">well it's not actually a Foreman grill but, close</span></i>. Anyhow, once all of the ingredients are on the stick, place them in the grill and cook them, turning every few minutes to even out cooking. Every grill is different, and we are still getting used to ours. It took us about 15-20 on medium heat and it was great. <br />
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And there you have it! So easy and quite filling. Very healthy too, which is definitely wonderful. We quite enjoy doing these literary dinners and we have more up our sleeves to share. Can't wait to cook (and eat) them!<br />
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Have a good day,<br />
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~ B ~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5029462299455799464.post-29169438850609013002013-05-21T13:27:00.000-04:002013-05-22T21:21:50.915-04:00Our Weekend in the Mountains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello everyone,<br />
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A couple of weeks ago Toby and I decided "it's time for a break from being busy." Breaks don't come all too often during the academic year so we lept at the opportunity to go off on an impromptu trip to the mountains. At this particular time, we were soooooo ready to take a rest so we tried to book our trip at a friend's house in North Georgia.<br />
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But it was already booked.<br />
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I'm generally a person who keeps her cool most times, but not this time. I kind of lost it in a beautifully emotional and hysterical mess (by myself, of course). I was so ready for a break so this news was like a slice to my soul. It sounds dramatic but I know I'm not the only one who has made a mountain out of a molehill.<br />
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But this post is entitled "Our Weekend in the Mountains" so I'm sure you know where this is going.<br />
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After a week of brooding and listening to my sweet husband list in-town alternatives to what we could do, I had kind of given up and resigned myself to the fact that we would just have to make do staying home. And then Toby got a phone call. The people that were going to be at the house had to cancel so the house was back open for us. Needless to say, I kind of felt like an idiot for being so upset and not just trusting that God would bring good out of it. However, I now looked at the trip as a gift because it technically wasn't supposed to have happened. It made me thankful...even for the hard things...because it was out of a hard thing that this little happy thing came about. Seriously, I don't think I'll ever forget it.<br />
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It was beautiful and peaceful and I don't think I have ever felt so relaxed. Toby and I stayed in our pajamas pretty much the whole time. I think we changed clothes like one time. Yeah I know, it's gross. But I DON'T CARE. I actually wrote a paper while I was there. No internet = no distractions. Consequently, it was one of the highest grades I've made on a paper. All in all, God totally blessed this trip and it felt like a sweet gift from him. As soon as we walked in we saw a painting that said "I will give you rest" from Matthew 11:28. We knew that we <i>really would</i> be given rest. We can't wait to go back!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweet little den</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And a sweet little kitchen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous view of the forest</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and I think Harry Potter might have been living in the hallway..<br />
...in the cupboard under the stairs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the tiny TV that we watched movies on. It was so fun! And yes, <br />
this is where we watched the rest of Downton Abbey season 3.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">breakfast</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yummy wine from New Zealand and a rainy Saturday.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paper writing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And more paper writing. In the outfit I never changed out of.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bringing in Shabbat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I will miss this spot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We left refreshed and already ready to go back!</td></tr>
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Good times.<br />
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~B~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881084555383202717noreply@blogger.com1