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Tie a Bow on it:

2012 is a wrap! Well almost, and a something needed to happen to get me back on here.

I spent the month of December making the majority of the Christmas presents for our friends and family. I made countless bottles of hot sauce, vanilla extract, candles, spice blends, as well as painted the bird for the Christmas cards, some other paintings, and the most time intensive project ever: hand sewn fruits and vegetables for my baby sister to play grocery with. She really loves the watermelon slice, and the broccoli. I hope she likes them but doesn’t destroy them….I have a feeling that was the only set I’ll ever make.

The year 2012 certainly had it’s ups and downs globally, but looking back I can certainly see how blessed I am. I married my best friend, moved to live near the sea, and spent good time with family while they were visiting our new home and we went back to see them. We’ve found a good church and really gotten plugged in. God has truly blessed us and I just can’t wait to see what will happen in 2013!!

God Bless!

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I’m not a (insert party here)!

It’s true. I don’t identify with either party and I’m about to tell you why. I’m only a political person for about one week every four years. A few days before the election and a few days after. Forgive me as this post is being published during that time. There are an infinite number of nit-picky political things I can get all up in arms about, but they all pale in comparison to these two (which really could just be the golden rule, which says the same thing as Luke 6:31, “do unto others as you would have them do to you”)

Love Everyone: regardless of race, religion, sexual orientation, political views, personal choices, driving abilities, or any other inane or important thing. Even if I vehemently disagree with everything they believe in I can still love them as a person. Everyone needs love: a smile and hello, a friendship, a prayer.

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Care for the needy: orphans, widows, sick, poor, victims of genocide (be it by race, ethnicity, national or unwanted reasons). Caring takes many forms: loving them, sharing food or clothes, giving money or other necessities, teaching someone how to do something themselves so they can be independent, or loving a child through foster care or adoption.

Going into this election I didn’t think either Obama or Romney could say they tried to live their lives this way.  I do try, but fail. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and in my humanity don’t succeed in being a loving and caring human being everyday, but this is my world view-it covers my political views, my religious views,  how I aim to live my day-to-day life.

In a transition to something a hair more political, if that’s possible. I’m sick of all the money that is spent campaigning. The CT Senate race was unbelievable, over 42 million dollars spent by one candidate who lost!! I’m also sick of the time that is spent campaigning. This uncontrolled amount of money and time spent should be in check. Those who are actually in office should not spend such a long time running for their next term while they still have years left. I don’t have a solution but during my time in England I learned that the campaigns follow a limited timetable, and are under a limited budget. I see this as a possibility for some of this excessive use of time and money. Who out there was not beyond relieved to have the elections over so the phone calls and tv advertisements and all the media blitzing would be over with?

And one last thing. I’m not a huge fan of the electoral college. Having always lived in a state that definitively swung to one side my minority vote was not important. (If you have proof that my minority vote is important in some way please share it, because I’ve looked at both liberal and conservative articles and not found evidence of such). I am interested in the idea of a popular vote and think the electoral college is outdated.

The electoral college was originally founded because people were uninformed and uneducated and they wanted the states voting population to be reflected in the electoral college (ie California would have a bigger say because of a bigger population than North Dakota). Today we are educated. Probably because of all the time and money spent on campaigning we are overly informed of the candidates platforms. The idea that the presidential candidates will only campaign to big cities, get everyone to vote for them (in the cities)  and then will win with a liberal landslide is unfounded. New York for example always goes liberal, but a lot of the western population of the state is republican and their vote is pointless. Same with Texas, a wildly Republican state, their big cities are filled with people whose vote is just as pointless. Neither Obama nor Romney campaigned in my area and I still knew who I was voting for. We as people know that the candidates ‘stand’ for certain things that will either make us vote for them or not. Give me some proof that my vote does count and maybe I would reconsider. My ideas are not set in stone, but I haven’t seen anything that has made me feel otherwise as of yet.

To wrap this all up I challenge you to love your political opponent. The President is in office because he won. Pray for our political leaders because they have a hard road ahead of them. A government and people divided as we are will need to work together to have anything accomplished in the next four years. I wouldn’t want that job, and now that the election is over I can go back to my usual self by trying to love and care. That’s the way we are going to see real change.

Challenge: a Mother Daughter Version

I’m sitting watching the movers from inside my future in-laws house. It’s crazy to see all of our collective earthly belongings getting packed up: wrapped up in blankets and boxes and packing tape.  It’s even crazier to think the next time I see any of this stuff I’ll be married. But before that actually happens I’m tackling a to-do list, but before I get there I’m stuck a reminiscing mood.

For the majority of my life I’ve been an only girl, with three brothers. That’s a lot of boy. Mom and I banded together more so than just a typically mother-daughter relationship. I’m the oldest, and it was just mom and me (well and dad, but he’s a boy and doesn’t count according to this post 🙂 ) We spent hours walking around (me riding in a stroller) in Colorado, going to the pool and playing in the yard. Unfortunately all of these memories are for me; stories told and pictures laughed at. We just went through tons of pictures last week and I couldn’t help but laugh at many of them. Mom loved dressing me up in hats and pretty dresses.

Then there are the pictures of driving through Yellowstone and living in Germany. Mom and I (along with Dad and Bran) traipsed all over Europe. Traveling at a young age gave me the guts and courage to be completely fine doing it on my own as an adult. I don’t get fazed in long lines, or when faced with signs in a language I don’t know. I thank my parents for that. We spent even more time walking through our pretty village of Bann, in Germany, and walking up the large hill that led to our little village, we’d take sugar cubes and feed the horses. (I did this a lot with dad too, in fact one time I remember Brandon and I asking Dad what grass tasted like or if it was edible (since the horses ate it so much) dad said sure it is give it a try. It tasted very green, like bitter leaves. Or really like the way grass smells when it’s freshly cut) These memories make the transition to ‘stories i’ve been told’ to actual memories of my own.

The Mother/daughter adventures didn’t stop there however we moved again, and again, and my two youngest brothers(al and andy) joined our family so now we were a family of 6. Mom and I got closer than ever doing all the girly things the guys wanted no part of. Shopping, baking, cooking, knitting/crocheting, etc were what we did while the boys did all their sports. Mom helped me get ready for all my big events, concerts, plays, and proms. And then I went off to college. Our mother/daughter time came fewer and far between. So we started coming up with a list of things we would do. Our rituals. We would always attempt to get as much in as we could before I left again.

That has evolved into our bucket list. Yes, we have a bucket list. And, it’s not a list of things to do before we die, rather it’s a list of things to do before I get married and move four hours away. It’s based loosely on our ‘rituals’ or ‘traditions’ that we did every time I came home from college.

The list is as follows:

a stop at a local antique store: we always find fun treasures and the store isn’t filled with just little bits of junk, it has lots of bigger items and sets up their stuff in ways to make cute little rooms. (i’ve posed in several of these rooms)

a weekend beach trip is a must. ever since high school at least once in the off season we make sure we hit OCNJ for some non-trafficked fun.

tea at a quaint little tea room is on the list as well for us. Looking forward to our pots of tea and yummy nibbles, reminiscent of my time in London we started this little tradition to have a taste of England.

a final exploration of the local Home Goods

eating lunch at Wegmans (sushi for me please)

Mother/Daughter Banquet at church (can’t miss my last living-at-home Mother/daughter church event)

walk around Macy’s shoe department

painting in the kitchen (i’ll have to borrow some of mom’s supplies as all of mine are packed up)

reading/coffee on the porch (great way to start the day!)

sitting by the pool (all day every day! I wish :-/ )

I think we are up for the challenge. We’ve hit Homegoods and Macy’s. Mother/Daughter Banquet and the beach are this weekend. And amid the list minute flurries of wedding planning we will hit the rest.

Here’s to many more funny pictures and good memories to be made over the years to come. Love you mom. xxoo

p.s. i’m so glad Kenzie is here so it’s not just you and all the boys. loves ❤

The Beginning of Mr Sailboat’s Saga

Mr. Sailboat was as equally determined as me to not get engaged until after graduation, but his reasonings were for the most part monetary. Thankfully the week before graduation he got a job as a mechanical engineer and began to relocate closer to his job. Thus began summer, me unemployed and slightly desperate, and him living and working hours away. After four years of rarely being more than half an hour away, it was upsetting to know that this was the way it was going to be until we got married (I wasn’t going to live with him because we are waiting for marriage). So on I waited. Unbeknownst to me, he was just as impatiently waiting and was saving up his money as fast as possible to purchase a ring. On June 17th, a day I assumed there was no possible way he could have earned the money already he came home (for a wedding we were going to that weekend) and asked me to go for a walk around the local reservoir. After walking, enjoying the sunset and each other’s company he began telling me about how much he loved me and how he couldn’t imagine life without me and would I please do him the honor of becoming his wife? I got teary eyed and said, “Now?” And then, “Yes!” and flung my arms around him before I even saw the ring. Then I looked down.

Later that night, blurry pic but I still love it!

It was more perfect than I ever could have imagined. It was an antique ring from the 1920s, with an old European cut diamond from the 1930s. Filigreed and lacy it was simply perfect! I had never found a ring as perfect as this in all of my searching. Follow along to see how he found it, and the interesting reactions we got from people.

Dating in college

College was full of ups and downs: In December of freshman year (literally less than a month after we had started dating Mr Sailboat told me he loved me, I told him he was crazy, there was no way he could yet. I told him I really liked him but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. January, again one month later my grandmother and best friend died and he stayed by my side through endless tears. By the time they dried I knew I did in fact love him and told him so (he still says he had loved me since that December, the only difference now is that I believe him).

I helped him get past his shyness and we moved forward. Sophomore year he pushed me to apply to study abroad even though we both were apprehensive of the long-distance.

I went off to London for the fall semester of junior year and missed his birthday, my birthday, thanksgiving, and due to some crazy amounts of snow spent four days trying to get back to the States drifting from airport lounge to snack bar. I narrowly made it home in time for Christmas and surviving that time apart cemented in my mind that we were going to get married. But remember how I had determined myself not to get in a super serious relationship in college? Well I was adamant I didn’t want people saying I got my MRS. degree (a common affliction in Christian colleges where a girl must have a ‘ring by spring’ of senior year.) I was not going to graduate engaged. So on we dated through senior year and all the craziness of capstone assignments. In spite of my determination not to get engaged I did sometimes wonder if it would ever happen as many of my friends and acquaintances did prior to graduation.
Did you ever struggle with the knowledge that people who had been in a relationship for much less time than you and your fellow were getting engaged or even married before you?

How We Met

So you’ve seen the pitiful “About Me?” Here’s the more detailed overview.
As I mentioned earlier, I’m a recent grad. I graduated in May of 2011 from a Christian liberal arts college in central Pennsylvania. A lot of my story begins there.

Mr. Sailboat and I waiting to commence!

As a freshman, I often found myself making fun of the people who had just started college and within the first few weeks of freshman year were in a new “very serious” relationship. I had told myself I wasn’t getting serious until much later in college and I was fully intent on focusing on classes. Well November rolled around (two months later) and one Wednesday night I found myself playing doubles pool with a girl from my floor and two very quiet boys from our building. One of the very quiet boys managed to say, ” hi.” and, “will you be on my team?” I acquiesced and we lost terribly. The only thing I really remember was he wore a yellow (my favorite color!) Cheerios shirt.

The next day, a fellow male freshman from Mr. Sailboat’s floor hacked his computer and left me an instant message that said he was going to pinch me. I was moderately annoyed and eventually I figured out that it wasn’t Mr. Sailboat but CJ (immature prankster). Mr. Sailboat asked me out to coffee to apologize and we hit it off; daily after class we worked together on homework in the library and after two short weeks he went from the guy asking me to play pool quite bashfully to asking me to be his (first! and only!) girlfriend! Who would have guessed I’d turn out to be someone I made fun of?

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