tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68760428858828151192024-02-21T09:14:19.847-08:00In the Nic of TimeHaving fun on the road to world domination....hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-73315025835683164772014-03-10T08:58:00.001-07:002014-03-10T08:58:31.260-07:00You've got mail...Something quite miraculous happened today. I walked outside to get
the mail, and I didn't have to tell the kids where I was going or when I
would be back. They could care less what I was doing. They were just
BEING kids at home.<br />
<br />
For most of you, this seems quite
mundane. Unimportant. A simple, unremarkable event that happens daily
at your house. For us, though, <i>NOTHING</i> is that simple.<br />
<br />
A
year ago this January we took three blonde kids into our home. We were
newlyweds, pregnant with a baby, and completely and utterly ignorant of
the reality of what we'd just done. <br />
<br />
In short, the last
year has been the hardest, most refining and trying year of our life.
Some days it seemed like we would drown under the weight of it all. We
failed. A lot. We had a few victories, and then we failed again. And
again. Oh, and again. <br />
<br />
As we lived with the kids,
however, we had to start to unpack their emotional and behavioral
baggage (and quite a bit of our own). It felt weird to be "mom and dad" to these little strangers. We had to learn about them, and they us. <br />
<br />
But, today, reminded me of how far we have come. <br />
<br />
About
a year ago, Jacob was out in the garage putting something in the van. I
went outside to tell him something. All of a sudden, we had three kids
in the doorway--all bawling. It happened so fast, I was confused as to
what was going on. <br />
<br />
Was someone hurt? Nope. We just both walked outside without telling them why. They thought we were leaving without them. <br />
<br />
Since that day, Jacob and I got in the habit of announcing everything we did. <br />
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<i>"I'm going out in the garage to get something out of the freezer." </i></blockquote>
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Or, <i>"I'm going to go heat the car up because it's cold outside. We aren't leaving without you." </i></blockquote>
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And, <i>"I'm getting the mail. I'll be right back." </i></blockquote>
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Lately,
though, we haven't had to do that. A couple of Saturdays ago, we told
the kids to get their shoes and coats on and load up in the van. We
were at our destination before we realized not one of them asked where
we were going. No barrage of questions--and no guesses of our
destination. They just went with us. <br />
<br />
That's the
funny thing about trust. It has to be saved up, one day at a time.
Small, daily, consistent deposits have to be made. Then, before you
realize it, you have a nice little nest egg saved.<br />
<br />
We
still have a long way to go, don't get me wrong. There are still "bags"
to be unpacked, behavior to understand and correct, and more trust to
be built. It is nice, however, to get a glimpse of what life is
becoming when you're not looking. hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-80137134241198264022013-10-07T13:37:00.000-07:002013-10-07T13:38:22.150-07:00Pumpkin Crunch<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A couple of weekends ago, our family made the trip down south to visit my mom for the weekend. She served us the most amazing pumpkin dessert I have ever tasted. I like pumpkin, but this dessert took pumpkin into a whole new realm of deliciousness! It was so good, I wanted it for breakfast....and I am NOT a dessert person! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So here is the recipe. Make it. Become obsessed with it. Wow your Bible study group, be the hit of the next social event, impress the in-laws, or woo that single guy you've had your eye on. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Or not.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Make it on a crazy day--and then hide yourself in a closet and eat until the pumpkiny sugar rush has drown out the sounds of kids fighting, dishes needing to be done, laundry to fold, and bathrooms to clean.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yes, it is that good.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pumpkin Crunch<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
1 tspn Cinnamon<br />
1/2 tspn Salt<br />
1 cup Butter (2 sticks)<br />
1 package (box) Yellow Cake Mix<br />
1 can (15 oz) Solid Pack Pumpkin<br />
1 can (12 oz) Evaporated Milk<br />
3 Eggs<br />
1 1/2 cup Sugar<br />
1/2 cup Pecans (halves)<br />
</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Whipped Topping</span></span></span></h5>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease bottom of a 9x13 inch pan. Combine pumpkin
evaporated milk, eggs, sugar, cinnamon, and salt in a large bowl. Pour into a
9x13 inch pan. Sprinkle dry cake mix evenly over pumpkin mixture. Top with
pecans. Drizzle melted butter over pecans. Bake at 350 degrees F for 45-55 minutes, or
until golden brown. Cool...serve chilled. Top with whipped topping when served.
</span></span></span></h5>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let me know if you make it and like it!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-33304954314490083182013-07-01T07:54:00.000-07:002013-07-01T07:54:11.848-07:006 Months In: Valleys Fill FirstToday an old Caedon's Call song comes to mind....<i>"down in the valley, dying of thirst/down in the valley, it seems that I'm at my worst/My consolation is that when You baptize this earth/When I am down in the valley, valleys fill first."</i><br />
<br />
Not so long ago, I was on the mountaintop. We just found out we were getting the kids; there was an out flowing of support from friends and family, and the waiting was over. Victory.<br />
<br />
I want to tell you that since then I've been basking in the light at the top of our mountain. That since the kids got in our home, I have had idealistic days full of giggles and hugs--that I got my "parenthood" card in the mail, and started getting gold stars on it each and every day.<br />
<br />
Yes. I<i><b> really</b></i> wish I could tell you that.<br />
<br />
But I would be lying.<br />
<br />
The last couple months have been filled with many, many, many rough days. Really rough. Our home has, on most days, felt more like a trama unit more than a home. I have cried a LOT. And some would even say I've SOBBED a lot. I've been irritated and frustrated and down right unpleasant to be around. I have been stressed out. Overwhelmed. All I want to do is sleep or be alone. I feel guilty for feeling this way, losing my patience, or just not having the joy I thought I would have That's the ugly, naked truth. <br />
<br />
For over a year and a half, parenthood, and the desire to have kids has loomed over me like an almost unattainable goal. Then we started the adoption process and it has been full of emotional ups and downs, stress, patience, prayers, money, etc. During those months of waiting, I could really relate to the Jewish nation, wondering around in the wilderness for 40 years....waiting for the promised land. <br />
<br />
Then it happened. We got the kids January 5, 2013. They were ours, and they were in our home. EVERYONE was thrilled, and supportive, and in tears at all the amazing things that have happened to us. (And we had some amazing God-sized, WOW, moments.) Yet, over these past few months, I couldn't understand why I wasn't still so elated and excited. Why wasn't I thrilled that my dreams had come to fruition?<br />
<br />
I was afraid to admit this to anyone too. I mean, we just got three beautiful kids....God answered our prayers and met our needs. We've even had people say to us, "You got what you wanted. You're life must be perfect and complete now." I have been wracked with guilt to have anything less than ecstatic feelings of joy at the presence of three little blondies. <br />
<br />
I have since come to realize that feelings of doubt, despair, and being overwhelm do not
mean that I regret the adoption or think it was a wrong decision. It doesn't mean I don't love the kids and am thankful for all the support we've gotten. I do love that we have them. I am thankful. <br />
<br />
Recently our pastor spoke to the Mother's group I attend on Wednesday mornings. He said something that was so utterly simple, yet profoundly healing to me. In talking about Jesus' mother, Mary, he said that she had to learn how to be a good loser.<br />
<br />
The very first thing she was asked to lose was her expectation of "how it was suppose to be." She was engaged, probably excited for her upcoming wedding to Joseph and the prospect to built a life together and make a family. Then God throws her a MAJOR curve ball. You're a virgin--you've done it right--yet you're pregnant. And this might have caused Mary to lose everything, and by submitting to God's plan, it cost her the dream of "how it was suppose to be." <br />
<br />
How we've come to be parents is not "how it was suppose to be." Adoption, by its very nature, is a broken road. Someone else had to lose for us to gain. In our case, the kids have come from hard places with special needs and traumas.....that is not how it was suppose to be for them either. How I am feeling or learning how to be a mom also "isn't how it is suppose to be." It is taking me a while to learn how to lose these dreams and expectations. I am nowhere close to learning this lesson, but I can at least recognize the road. And that road.....it's down in a valley right now.<br />
<br />
Yes, we are ONLY 6 months into this journey. We have a long road ahead. Any day now, we will be thrown a curve in that road--our baby girl will be born. We are excited and nervous to see how her life will impact our journey. How we will come together as a family even more. I'm expectant to see how more time in our home will help heal the broken places in the kids' hearts. I can't wait to see how we will grow and mature as parents. SO many turns in the road ahead.<br />
<br />
God has used one other song to encourage me to face these next twists and turns. Matt Redman's song, Never Once, has been a life line for me. I am sure for the days ahead, it will continue to be a song in my heart to get me through those really rough days.<br />
<br />
<i><b>NEVER ONCE</b><br />
Standing on this mountaintop<br />
Looking just how far we've come<br />
Knowing that for every step<br />
You were with us</i>
<i><br /></i><i>
Kneeling on this battle ground<br />
Seeing just how much You've done<br />
Knowing every victory<br />
Is Your power in us</i>
<i><br />
Scars and struggles on the way<br />
But with joy our hearts can say<br />
Yes, our hearts can say</i>
<i><br />
Never once did we ever walk alone<br />
Never once did You leave us on our own<br />
You are faithful, God, You are faithful</i>
<i><br />
Never once did we ever walk alone<br />
Never once did You leave us on our own<br />
You are faithful, God, You are faithful<br />
You are faithful, God, You are faithful</i>
<i><br />
Scars and struggles on the way<br />
But with joy our hearts can say<br />
Never once did we ever walk alone<br />
Carried by Your constant grace<br />
Held within Your perfect peace<br />
Never once, no, we never walk alone</i>
<i><br />
Every step we are breathing in Your grace<br />
Evermore we'll be breathing out Your praise<br />
You are faithful, God, You are faithful<br />
You are faithful, God, You are faithful </i><br />
<br />
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<br />hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-82631064537891516492012-12-14T20:00:00.000-08:002012-12-14T20:58:01.581-08:00Expecting the UnexpectedPsalm 13:12 says, "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life." For many, many years I only lived in the first part of that verse. My story was hope deferred. <br />
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I was 35 years old when I walked down the isle and married the love of my life. At that moment I truly lived the whole verse of Psalm 13:12. I had the tree of life. I am reminded daily that God not only fulfilled His promise by giving me Jacob to share my life, but He went FAR ABOVE anything I asked or imagined. Jacob is my one true love, my soul mate, and my best friend. We were so thankful that God brought us together.<br />
<br />
Over the past year and a half, I have realized that my story was never just "hope deferred" but it was a story of redemption. All those years of waiting were redeemed when I married Jacob. And now, I can see how God is continuing that story of redemption. <br />
<br />
If your heart is like mine, it is forever seeking more. We had each other, but we wanted more--we wanted children. Last December, we found out that longing was fulfilled. We were pregnant! Then a few days before Christmas, I was in the ER and losing the baby. My heart was truly sick, and I was angry with God. I struggled to understand why God would give and take away so quickly. I struggled to understand why this was a part of my story.<br />
<br />
Fast forward through about 6 months of deferred hope. Earlier this summer, I got another positive test. We had barely got the good news that it happened again.....this time we knew not to go to the ER. There was nothing that could be done. The doctors all said it was normal....that my chances of still having a baby in the future were good. We prayed for understanding and for healing for our hearts. <br />
<br />
During this time, God began to work in our hearts on the issue of
adoption. He specifically used a Sunday message where 3 couples from
our church shared about adoption. After the second miscarriage, we truly began pursuing this together in our conversations.<br />
<br />
It just so happened that a few weeks after our second miscarriage, Jacob and I heard about a sibling set of 3 that were up for adoption from the foster care system. Their story immediately tugged at both of our hearts, and without a doubt God prompted us to pursue them. And that's what we have been doing for the past 7 months. We've been in a long, hard, and complicated process of getting these kids.<br />
<br />
Well, today we officially can say, we are going to be parents. Within the next week, Ethan, who is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed 4-year-old boy and his 3-year-old identical twin sisters, Gracie and Hayley (also of the blonde-haired and blue-eyed variety) will be in our home and care. <br />
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God has been doing some crazy, amazing things that we just have to share. First, God connected me to a group of women that are all adoptive moms. Each week, I have been going to Bible study with them and they have loved on us and walked us through this difficult process. They've been absolutely invaluable to our journey. They, along with a few close friends, have been praying for us through this process. <br />
<br />
Our prayer team especially held the ropes for us in November. November was a hard month. The month started on a very surprising note. On November 8th, we found out I was pregnant. This should be great news, but we were a little freaked out because six days later Jacob's employer, Hostess, closed it's doors and laid off about 18,000 employees. God graciously allowed Jacob to keep his job as part of the wind-down team, although at the time we didn't know how long he had. This happen days before the staffing to determine the kid's placement, and having a job is pretty important to the agency! <br />
<br />
As we entered December, Jacob and I really felt attacked on several levels. It's not exactly a "sane" idea to adopt 3 toddlers, while pregnant, and be unemployed and uninsured. There was a lot of pressure on us, and a lot of that pressure was financial. So, we of little faith, set about making a plan of how WE were going juggle all of this. You see, we'd forgotten God didn't need us to help.<br />
<br />
In the last week, HE has proved that to us. First, Jacob started getting some interviews after no activity for months of trying. He had two interviews last week, which was encouraging to us. The next day, we found out "inadvertently" that we were chosen to be the kids parents. This news had to be kept quiet as the last few pieces of paperwork were done. Knowing was such a relief though (and a reality check). Later that night, we were invited over to dinner at the home of the leader of my adoptive mother's group.<br />
<br />
When we got there, she said that the reason she invited us over was to find out our needs. She said that although not everyone is called to adopt, we all have a responsibility to orphans and need to participate in the ministry of adoption. She said it was our turn to receive some help from those around us. We gave her a list of our needs--everything from a minivan to sippy cups. After a minute she told us, "We've already had one donation that I'd like to show you."<br />
<br />
We followed her through her laundry room and she opened her garage door and there was a minivan. What? Jacob and I were in shock. A couple in our church were going to sell this minivan, and Amy told them our story. She thought we might be interested in buying it. They prayed about it and felt God was leading them to <i><b>give it to us</b></i> instead. Um, wow!!!! THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW US!<br />
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Jacob and I cannot even tell you how this one act totally lifted pressure off our shoulders. This was such a huge need and expense that we now didn't have to worry about. What an amazing God we serve! This tangible need was met by our God through the faithfulness of His followers. (A very cool side note to this--Amy and her husband were one of the three couples that shared about adoption almost a year to the day before that got us praying about adoption. We didn't connect those dots until that night!) <br />
<br />
So in the course of one week, Jacob had some good job leads, we found out the kids were coming our way, and we were given a minivan. Wow. We were overwhelmed by His provisions. <br />
<br />
This week has been more of the same. On Monday Jacob got a job offer! Not only does it pay better, we will also have an uninterrupted
salary and uninterrupted health insurance. Two more HUGE burdens were lifted off our shoulders. The next day,
we had our second ultrasound. We got to see the heartbeat and hear that our miscarriage
chances have dropped to 5%. We are continuing to trust God to protect this baby. I am currently 10 weeks along and due on
the twins' birthday in July! <br />
<br />
Then today we got the official news the kids are ours. We started letting our prayer circle know the news. A few minutes later, Amy texted us and asked if we could meet her at Old Navy. We were out shopping for the kids, so we said sure. She surprised us again with the Church's generosity. Another church in our community contacted her to see if there were any needs for adoptive and foster families in our church. They had a huge drive and had extra gift cards to share.<br />
<br />
Again, we were overwhelmed. With the gift cards from this other church, we were able to go shopping and get the girls (who want to dress alike) a whole new wardrobe. Then Amy asked if we wanted to go to Target. Again, through gift cards from the Church, we were able to get some much needed things for the kids--towels, sippy cups, mattress pad covers, pajamas, and hangers. In addition we have had many people give us gifts for the kids, give us some gently used toys, and some clothes as well.<br />
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God has poured out His blessings on us through our church, friends, and prayers of His people. And the thing is, it's not about us. It's about HIS glory. He has known all along that He wanted Jacob and I to live a better story. Although I will always grieve the miscarriages, I see now how God used them to bring about a bigger story of redemption. He has redeemed our losses, and we pray that we will be able to help Ethan, Hayley, and Gracie to begin living their story of redemption as well.<br />
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Whether you have known about this for a while or you just made it through this post, thank you for your support. We have been sooooo blessed by the love and support of our friends. Thank you to everyone who has given us things and helped us meet the tangible needs of the kids. We have had so much to buy we were overwhelmed with it all. We really don't know how we could have gotten this far without your help either!!! <br />
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We hope our story has encouraged you. If you're in a "hope deferred" valley or a "longing fulfilled" mountain top right now, please remember that God is there with you. He does have a plan and it is good. One of my favorite quotes says it this way:<br />
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I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year<br />
'Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.'<br />
And he replied, 'Go into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God<br />
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way!'</blockquote>
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Walk with God in faith. Trust Him. He has an amazing redemption story for your life. <br />
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<br />hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-25215223357468307312012-11-02T12:38:00.001-07:002012-11-02T12:51:28.352-07:00Cloud Atlas: Review and "Cheat Sheet" for First Time Movie Goers<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thursday night is date night at our house, and we always try to catch the newest movie. Last night we choose the <i>almost </i>3-hour epic film, <i>Cloud Atlas, </i>that features an ensemble cast of big names, including Tom Hanks and Halle Berry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We went into the film knowing nothing other than it had something to do with reincarnation. The film was beautiful to watch, confusing, and had a "where's Waldo" element as you figured out which Hollywood star was under all the cosmetic and prosthesis makeup. (This was fun but also confusing, too, as we weren't sure if the actors were suppose to be reincarnated versions of themselves or not. More on this later.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Although we spent a lot of movie confused, we had a good discussion of the film over dinner later that night. We decided we <i>did</i> like the movie. There are a few cautions, however, I'd like to add before anyone goes to see it on this recommendation. (We don't recommend that it's for everyone!) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">First, there is a good reason for the "R" rating. (We didn't realize it was "R" when we went.) There is brief nudity (female front, male back) and two or three sexual situations. These were not long but graphic enough to make you want to look away. There is also quite a bit of graphic and bloody violence. That was what I found the most disturbing. I do not remember language being a huge issue. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The movie does contain the overarching theme of reincarnation. However, the "reincarnation" plot line didn't seem to be done from a religious point of view. Rather, we thought the reincarnation element was making a statement about humanity--how we repeat the same story throughout history. In each of the story lines there was a struggler seeking freedom from oppression, a villain, and a savior (someone that helped the struggler attain freedom). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I do like movies that make you think. However, I don't like when you have to watch a movie several times to "get it." This is one of those movies. (Even at <span class="st">matinée</span> prices, re-watching can get expensive.) So, if you want to see <i>Cloud Atlas, </i>I would strongly suggest knowing a few key things before watching the film. I feel this will cut down on distractions and help make the whole movie more enjoyable--the <i>FIRST</i> time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Below I have a Cheat Sheet to the movie for those of you that still want to see it. I have done my best not to spoil anything. <u>If you want a purist view of the movie, <i><b>stop reading now</b></i>!</u></span><br />
<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">The movie focuses on six main story lines interwoven throughout the three hours.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">These plot lines are centered around six characters or "the struggler" that have a shooting-star or comet-like birthmark. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">This birthmark seems to indicated that he/she is the same "soul" reincarnated throughout time. In each lifetime, the "soul" has a unique struggle against oppression--sometimes causing big ripples of change and other more insignificant ripples. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">In each of the six plot lines, the birth-marked person has a tangible connection to their former life in some way. (Explained below)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Chronological order of the plot lines:</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">The first storyline is in the early 1800's and it follows a lawyer involved in slave trade named Adam Ewing. Ewing (played by Jim Sturgess) has the birthmark. He writes a journal of his voyage that is later published into a book called <i>The Pacific Journal of Adam Ewing</i>.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">The second story is about a 1930's musician named Robert Frobisher (Ben Whishaw). He writes a series of letters to his lover, Rufus Sixmith (James D'Arcy), as he works on composing the Cloud Atlas sextet, and piece of music that is later recorded. Frobisher's character has the birthmark and is shown reading Ewing's book mentioned above. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">The third plot surrounds a 1970's journalist named Luisa Rey (Halle Berry). Rey has the birthmark, which is seen by Frobisher's old lover, Sixsmith. This discovery leads him to entrust in her a story. She agrees to meet Sixsmith, but finds him dead atop of love letters from Frobisher. His murder leads her to investigate
corruption connected to the local nuclear power plant. She also reads the letters written by Frobisher and seeks out the recording of the Cloud Atlas sextet. She ends up writing a mystery book called <i>Half-Lives: The First Luisa Rey Mystery.</i></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">The fourth story, set in modern-day England, focuses on the aging and unhappy, Timothy Cavendish (Jim Broadbent), who is a owner of a small publishing company. He has the same birthmark. We see him reading the </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Half-Lives </i></span>manuscript written by Rey (above) on a train ride to hotel where he is hiding out from creditors and mob-like crooks. He finds out he is tricked by his brother and the "hotel" is actually a nursing home, where he is held against his will. He, along with three other residents, plot and escape from the home. He later writes a best-selling novel about his escape that is later made into a bio-pic movie.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">The fifth story is centered on the birth-marked, Sonmi-451 (Donna Bae), who is a Fabricant--a genetically-engineered clone, who was bred to work in a fast-food
restaurant in a capitalist, totalitarian Korea (now called Neo Seoul) in the far future. When she is inadvertently awaken by another clone, she is shown a clip of Cavendish's biopic. This movie sparks in her friend a revolt against her "owners" and leads to her death. Sonmi is left behind, and through the help of rebel commander, she escapes her enslavement. While on the run, she is lead to question her existence and the treatment of her kind. She then goes on to lead a revolution. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">The final plot line takes place about 100 years after the fall of Neo Seoul. It follows one tribe that lives in a low-tech Hawaii and is focused around Zachary (Tom Hanks) who lives a cursed life because of earlier cowardliness in life. The people in Zachery's tribe revere Sonmi, and believe her to be holy. Occasionally, the tribe is visited and studied by a technologically sophisticated people known as the Prescients. One of these women, named Meronym
(Halle Berry), comes to live with the tribe in hopes of finding a guide to city steeped in local folk-lore. Meronym is looking for the old city to send a message to another colony in a far-off plant. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Since the same actors appear as different characters in each of the six plots, it can get distracting. I found myself trying to link each of Tom Hank's characters, for example, together through reincarnation. This was the wrong tactic and confused me. Rather, viewers should focus on the ONE soul with the birthmark as the same soul, although played by different actors of different ages, races, and genders. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you can remember that the slave-trading lawyer Ewing, the composer Frobisher, the journalist Rey, the publisher Cavendish, the clone Sonmi-451, and post-apocalyptic Zachary are all the same person, you should understand the movie a lot easier than I did the first time. You can also see the growth of that soul better, as well as the universal plight to overcome oppression or control.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you see the movie, let me know if these plot elements helped!</span>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-66811303677172334392012-10-23T13:11:00.001-07:002012-10-23T13:20:49.820-07:00Book Review of "The Casual Vacancy" by JK RowlingI am a Harry Potter nerd to my deepest core. The series, which I have read probably 20 times, is comfortably seated on the throne as my all-time favorite fiction book(s). <br />
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Naturally, I was very excited to learn that JK Rowling was penning another book--and adult novel called <i>The Casual Vacancy</i>.<br />
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My first impression--literally of the cover--was disappointing The bright red and yellow colors and the cheap graphic was off-putting. If JK had <b>not </b>been an award-winning writer, I'd never picked up this book on it's own merit.<br />
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This should have been my first clue.<br />
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[Disclaimer: If you don't want to know anything about the book and read it unbiased, you might want to stop reading at this point. The following is my take on the book.]<br />
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After diving into the book, my husband asked me if I liked it. "Um....I'm not sure yet. It's still too early to tell. Not much has happened yet."<br />
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Then the next day he asked me again. "So, are you liking the book better now?"<br />
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"Um....well....not really. There are a lot of characters that I am trying to keep straight. Nothing's really happening yet. She is still introducing characters."<br />
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Then the next day, "So? Any better?"<br />
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"Well, there is a lot of bad language in here. It seems unnecessary. The character's names are confusing and she has nicknames for half of them too. SO I re-reading the same parts several times to figure out which character it's talking about. And I am still not sure what it's about so far."<br />
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This type of dialogue continued for days. Each time my husband would inquire about the book, I would find myself giving JK Rowling the benefit of the doubt. "Well, I am going to finish it before I make a judgement."<br />
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I really <i>wanted</i> to like it. <br />
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I just finished the book, and I can confidently say that if it has been any other author, I would have thrown the book away by now. It really was that bad.<br />
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Here are a few of the reasons that I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone to read: <br />
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<li><b>Unnecessary Vulgarity: </b> The language was really bad. Really, really, really bad. The adults and the teenaged characters, alike, had mouths on them that would make a sailor blush. There were teenagers calling their parents all sorts of vulgar names that I won't even allude to here. The parents not only beat their children, there was ample amounts of cursing too--and some to children were as young as 3 1/2. It was too much for me. Some might argue that I live a sheltered existence and this "gritty" language was necessary for "realism." Well, that isn't "real" in my world, and I don't think it added anything to the story. </li>
<li><b>Sexual Situations: </b> Thankfully, she wasn't graphic in her descriptions (watching cable TV might be worse than what was described in the book), but so many of the things were unnecessary. It seemed to be added just to be added. Most of the comments or situations didn't add anything to the storyline.</li>
<li><b>Hideous Characters: </b>This is a big complaint, for me. I know JK can write amazing characters with depth, humor, and uniqueness. I can only hope she purposefully wrote these characters as flat and one dimensional. Seriously, there is not ONE likeable character in the book. Each character was so horrible that, by the end of the novel, I could care less what happened to any of them. My hope is that they were written that way on purpose. [Note to any potential authors out there--it's hard to keep a reader reading if they hate everyone in the book. We need someone to care about, cheer for, or at least tolerate.]</li>
<li><b>A Weak (at best) Plotline:</b> This, too, was the major disappointment. The whole time, I expected her to bring forth some profound or amazing story or in some
way redeem at least one of the the smutty, fowl-mouthed, and unlikeable
characters. Sadly, 503 pages later, I am just as confused as to the point of the book as I was when I first started it. </li>
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In summary, I am grossily disappointed in the book. I am a fiction-reader. I can excuse language and even some sexual situations when there is a strong story and redeeming characters. Or if those things added to the plot in an important way. There were neither in this book. Her over-use of fowl language seemed to be used "because she could" or to mark a strong distinction between this book and Harry Potter. It cheapened her writing, in my opinion. The plot-line, if you can call it one, was so weak that I would have never finished the book if it had not been JK Rowling writing it.<br />
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The<b><i> only</i></b> thing I could take away from this book is that <b><i>maybe</i> </b>she was trying to turn a light on the real life struggles of children that live in poverty and the cycle that is created as a result. She <i>may have been </i>trying to get "polite" society to realize that their private lives are not that much different than those that live in the "projects" of our towns. That the public "sins" of the poor are just as bad, if not worse, than the private "sins" of the privileged. <br />
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However, I am really stretching to find any good in the book. Honestly, the best thing in the book is my Jimmy John's receipt I was using as a bookmark. <br />
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If you still want to read this book, I would beg of you to at least check it out of the library and don't waste your money. Or I have a copy I'd sell you.<br />
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<br />hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-21071857911166069822012-10-02T16:16:00.001-07:002012-10-02T16:22:49.811-07:00Carb Free TacosIt's taken me about 35 years to admit something: Carbs are not my friend.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I love them dearly. My, oh my, how they also LOVE me. So much so, they NEVER leave my side! Or my butt. Or thighs. <br />
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So I have been looking for ways to eat less carbs and less (or no) processed food. After about two days of carb withdraw, the subsequent foggy-head feeling has passed. I actually feel really good.<br />
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Tonight I made one of Jacob's favorite meals--tacos. This time I went the no-carb route, and I wanted to share the "recipe" with you. (Okay, so I use the term "recipe" loosely. I don't really measure out my ingredients but let my pallet do the talking. I'll give you my guidelines, how is that?)<br />
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My husband LOVED them and said it was one of his favorite meals I've cooked! The crisp lettuce really did make us forget about the carb-heavy shells or tortillas! Here is a picture of one of his tacos:<br />
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<b>You'll need:</b><br />
1 lb. hamburger meat (or ground turkey)<br />
2 hearts of romaine<br />
1 ripe large avocado (or 2 small ones)<br />
1-2 onions<br />
Garlic<br />
Limes (or lime juice)<br />
Cilantro<br />
1 large tomato<br />
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<b>To make the Salsa:</b><br />
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<li>Dice up one large tomato <b> </b> </li>
<li>Finely dice 1/4 to 1/2 of an onion (more or less to your taste)</li>
<li>Add 1 tablespoon garlic (more or less to your taste)</li>
<li>Add 1-2 sprigs of roughly chopped cilantro</li>
<li>Juice of one lime </li>
<li>Salt and pepper</li>
<li>If you want a spicy salsa add freshly chopped jalapeno </li>
<li>Stir and then refrigerate until meal time. The longer the better it will taste!</li>
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<b>To make the Guacamole:</b><br />
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<li>Place the "meat" of your avocado in a bowl. (Set the core aside for later.) Mash the avocado with a fork until most of the large chunks are mashed well. </li>
<li>Using a cheese grater, grate about 1/4 of an onion into the mashed avocado. (Trust me on this. It adds flavor throughout this way.) Stir in well.</li>
<li>Add about 1 tablespoon of lime juice. Add a little salt. Mix well. </li>
<li>Add about 1/3 cup of freshly diced tomato and mix.</li>
<li>Place the avocado seed in the middle of the guacamole and cover with a lid. Do not eat the core, but it will help your guacamole from turning brown from the exposure to air! </li>
<li>Refrigerate until mealtime. The longer the better it will taste!</li>
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<b>Clean the Hearts of Romaine:</b><br />
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<li>Just pull off the leafs of a heart of romaine. </li>
<li>Wash and dry each leaf well. </li>
<li>I selected the best leafs for my "taco shells." Those were the ones the most "boat-like" and had no tears in the leafs. </li>
<li>Keep them refrigerated so they crisp up until time to serve the meal. </li>
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<b>Brown your meat:</b><br />
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<li>Finely chop about 1/2 an onion--more or less to your liking.</li>
<li>Begin sauteing the onion in about 1 tablespoon of butter or olive oil. I used butter. (It added some richness to the meat, I believe.)</li>
<li>Add the raw hamburger meat to the onion to brown. </li>
<li>Add salt and pepper to the meat mixture. If you want more of a "taco seasoning" flavor you can add additional spices. (Because the prepackaged seasonings have carbs and unknown additives, we like our meat seasoned only with salt and pepper.)</li>
<li>Drain excess fat and serve. </li>
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There they are! It really is very easy! Of course you can add cheese, sour cream, beans and other things to your meal, but we found the fresh guac and salsa complimented the delicious hamburger meat perfectly! <br />
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Hope you enjoy! <br />
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hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-8242079368080128112012-09-27T19:43:00.003-07:002012-09-27T19:43:35.076-07:00Always Fall Asleep Holding HandsLast week I was really tired. My husband, who is a night owl anyway, told me to just go ahead and go to bed without him. He said he wasn't tired, and wanted to stay up a little longer. <br />
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Minutes before, I was falling asleep on the couch, but once I got in bed, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, but sleep wouldn't come. What was the deal!?! <br />
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Most nights--okay every night--we go to bed at the same time. Each night, Jacob and I always send a few minutes talking before we go to sleep. We laugh.....Jacob tells jokes that aren't funny and gets annoying songs in my head. Sometimes we talk about more serious things or pray together. No matter what, though, his face is the last thing I see, and his voice is the last think I hear before I fall asleep.<br />
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<b><i>And we always hold hands. </i></b><br />
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That simple act has such an impact on the soul. So much so, that without him next to me, I couldn't sleep. What a wonderful "new normal" we've created. I love that I need him next to me, holding my hand, before I can fall asleep. <br />
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I love how God has knitted our hearts together. Jacob makes me a better person. He makes me feel safe, protected, and cherished. And he makes me feel loved. I can't imagine this life without him by my side. I love him so much. <br />
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I want to encourage all my married friends to do one thing: tonight, fall asleep holding hands. <br />
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<br />hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-52658415262279031822012-08-26T19:17:00.002-07:002012-08-26T19:25:28.867-07:00Our Room Makeover for under $10 Jacob and I have been married just over a year, and we have slowly redone the house. Two rooms were left, and I've been "pinning" away trying to find something to do. I loved the look of wall decals, but they are so expensive and you can't easily customize them. <br />
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This weekend we found a $3 solution that turned out GREAT. We decided we wanted to do a travel/map theme in one of the spare bedrooms. Jacob used to run a travel company, and we have a lot of friends that serve overseas. We'd already painted the room using $7 Oops paint from Home Depot.<br />
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After searching online, we found a simple image of the continents that we cleaned up in Photoshop. We owned a overhead projector, but I know that's not common for most people. You can easily rent one from most public libraries, or your local church or school might load one out. So after projecting the image on the wall, we traced it with pencil.<br />
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Using an Elmer's paint pen we purchased for under $3 at Wal-Mart, we traced the pencil lines in white. Wal-Mart had a great selection of individual colors or you can buy color packs for about $10. They are located in the craft section. Other craft store do carry these. When selecting your pen, take into consideration the thinness of the lines you're tracing. We used a medium point pen, but for more detailed work you may need a smaller tip. <br />
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We LOVED how the wall turned out. Here is a picture of the finished product. The best part is that it cost us $3 to do this, and if we didn't like it, we could just paint over it. We would be out only $3 and not the upwards of $50+ for a wall decal. <br />
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We decided to do this same process but in another room. I wanted to see if words would be as easy, so I selected one of my favorite quotes. This time I found one online that I liked instead of doing our own in Photoshop.<br />
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After projecting it like in the other room, I traced the outside of the words. (It's a little hard to see, but that is the point....don't want it to show through!<br />
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Then I started at the top and filled in the image. It's important to hold your pen in an angle so the paint flows out easily. I also tried to start at the top and work my way down from the left to right. For the most part, I had no issues getting the paint to come out smoothly without drips.<br />
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About half way through I did have to get the paint "restarted" by tapping it on a paper towel until the paint flowed out again. <br />
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I don't consider myself a super artsy person, but this made me look like I am! Here is the finished product. It looks great and was super cheap to do! I think I will take $3 over the expensive wall decals any day!<br />
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hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-57672821491552484742012-08-12T19:31:00.003-07:002012-08-12T19:34:28.303-07:00Waiting on God<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">Below is a passage written by Christian author, Elizabeth Elliott, on waiting on God. I've always loved this passage. When I was single, this was something that spoke to me as I waited on God to bring me a husband. Now that I am happily married, the next stage is waiting for kids. </span></b></span><br />
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</span></b></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">Waiting is a universal issue, though. Waiting on marriage. Kids. New Job. It seems I am always waiting on something, and I think that is the way God built us. Waiting makes us hungry for something <i>more</i>. We're meant to yearn, to desire more, to draw near. The question is, what are you yearning? What do you desire? What are you drawing near to?</span></b></span><br />
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</span></b></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">Our pastor is doing a series on false gods. Basically a false god can be anything--even a very <i>good</i> thing--that replaces the BEST thing, God. What are the things you are waiting for? In your desires, have they replaced the BEST thing? </span></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">Those are questions I am struggling with myself.</span></b></span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">Anyway, this passage is a great reminder for me in any period of waiting. It keeps my focus, too, on the One leading more than the long winding path. </span></b></span><br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">The truth is that none of us knows the will of God for his life. I say <i>for his life</i>—for the promises is “as thou goest step by step I will open up the way before thee.” He gives us enough light for the day, enough strength for one day at a time, enough manna, our “daily” bread. And the life of faith is a journey from Point A to Point B, from Point B to Point C, as the people of Israel ‘set out and encamped in Oboth. And they set out from Oboth and encamped at Iyeabarium, in the wilderness…From there they set out and encamped on the other side of the Arnon…and from there they continued to Beer…and from the wilderness they went on to Mattanah, and from Mattanah to Nahaliel, and from Nahaliel to Bamoth, and from Bamoth to the valley lying in the region of Moab.’</span></span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">So far as we know, nothing happened in these places. Oboth, Iyeabarium, Arnon, Beer, Mattanah, Nahaliel, Bamoth mean nothing to us. They traveled and they stopped and they made camp and packed up again and traveled some more and made another camp. They complained. There were so many complaints that even Moses, who was a very meek man, could hardly stand the sight of these who God had called him to lead. But all the time God was with them, leading them, protecting them, hearing their cries, goading and guiding them, knowing where they were going and what His purposes were for them and He never left them.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">It is not difficult when you read the whole story of God’s deliverances of Israel to see how each separate incident fits into a pattern for good. We have perspective that those miserable wanderers didn’t have. But it should help us to trust their God. The stages of the journey, dull and eventless as most of them were, were each a necessary part of the movement toward the fulfillment of the promise.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Myriad Web";">This may only be a stage in life’s journey, but every stage is a gift. God may replace it with another gift, but the receiver accepts His gifts with thanksgiving. <i>This </i>gift is for <i>this day.</i> The life of faith is lived one day at a time, and it has to be <i>lived</i>—not always looked forward to as though the “real” living were around the next corner. It is today for which we are responsible. God still owns tomorrow.</span></span></div></blockquote>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-28294328884025074862012-07-18T17:49:00.001-07:002012-07-18T17:51:03.972-07:00Alabama Fire Crackers<div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My husband and I love to entertain, but some months money is tighter than others. We don't want that to be an excuse, so we've found some cheap and delicious party finger foods to serve to our guests. These are a favorite of ours and our guests. </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Serve <b>Alabama Fire Crackers</b> with cheese (we like a variety, but try some smoked cheddar!) and these simple (and cheap) crackers will add a punch to any party! </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="border-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;"><h3 style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Ingredients</span></h3><ul style="border-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;"><li style="border-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 1 2/3 cups vegetable oil (Don't use Olive Oil--they will be too greasy!) </span></li>
<li style="border-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 1 teaspoon garlic powder</span></li>
<li style="border-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 1 teaspoon onion powder</span></li>
<li style="border-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 1/2 teaspoon black pepper</span></li>
<li style="border-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 2 (1 ounce) envelopes ranch dressing mix</span></li>
<li style="border-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 3 tablespoons crushed red pepper flakes <b><u>(Depending on the freshness of the flakes, adjust this to you heat factor. 1 tablespoon of fresh flakes was spicy!)</u></b></span></li>
<li style="border-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="font-size: small;"> 1 (16.5 ounce) package saltine crackers</span></li>
</ul></div><div style="border-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;"><h3 style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Directions</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"> </span></span></h3><h3 style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;">Place the vegetable oil, garlic powder, onion powder, black pepper, ranch dressing mix, and crushed red pepper flakes in a 2-gallon (or larger) plastic zipper bag. Seal the bag and gently shake/move with your hands to thoroughly combine the oil and spices. Place the crackers into the bag, seal, and turn the bag over to cover the crackers with the spice mix. Let the bag sit for about 1 hour, then turn again. Repeat several more times until the crackers are well-coated with spice mix, and allow the bag to sit overnight. Remove crackers and serve.</span></span></h3><ol style="border-width: 0px; list-style-type: decimal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 16px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 16px;"></ol></div>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-37205576253073220152012-07-13T12:48:00.003-07:002012-07-17T13:56:25.595-07:00You Reap What You Sow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT8C9_kCiq55G-W5XgihPIynNFz96ShJzaDYg5dTg3-a6_ILCusTp7IFj2KtKenrdFTiNYufp0Mnhp-QPOfKfwoebVwAOb9Rqe4LSzLo2QVLRzij7nJbwQed97LGMS5ACgLLyFMJTmZ_L/s1600/RelationshipQuote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT8C9_kCiq55G-W5XgihPIynNFz96ShJzaDYg5dTg3-a6_ILCusTp7IFj2KtKenrdFTiNYufp0Mnhp-QPOfKfwoebVwAOb9Rqe4LSzLo2QVLRzij7nJbwQed97LGMS5ACgLLyFMJTmZ_L/s320/RelationshipQuote.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
This photo was making its rounds on my Facebook feed the other day. It's profoundly true--relationships just don't happen. We reap what we sow.<br />
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This idea of "reaping" and "sowing" is an archaic one for most Americans. We go to the store and buy our fruits and vegetables--never putting a seed in the ground and waiting for it to grow. That's sad really, because the illustration of the principle of reaping and sowing is so powerful.<br />
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Both of my sets of grandparents were gardeners. They taught me this lesson in tangible ways, but I know this applies in all areas of life.<br />
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<b>Principle one: You reap WHAT (or in kind) to what you sow. </b> In other words, if you plant a corn seed you should NOT expect watermelon to pop from the ground. Anyone, even those without a green thumb, would understand that. So why do we not understand that in other areas of life? If you want deep, meaningful relationships, you have to sow time, patience, and friendship. You can't go about your life investing only into yourself and expect to have real and authentic friendships. It's like expecting a watermelon to grow from a corn seed. What you put in, you will get out.<br />
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<b>Principle two: You reap LATER than you sow.</b> This is not an overnight process. When my grandparents planted their garden a lot had to happen. They had to prepare the soil, plant the seeds, and water it daily. The sun, soil, and water had to work together. The seed had to die, actually, for the plants to establish roots. It was not an overnight process. It took months for there to be any fruit of their labor and time to show. <br />
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Likewise, our relationships with people take effort. LOTS of effort. It is not passive effort, either. It is intentional effort--preparing the "soil" of your heart for healthy relationships, planting the "seeds" of relationship by investing what you want to reap, "dying" to oneself (putting your interests behind others), and "watering" through investment of time. This principle is true of romantic relationships and also platonic friendships. For a large and healthy crop, we have to invest our time into people.<br />
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<b>Principle three: You reap MORE than you sow.</b> One little seed will yield a large crop. By planting one tomato plant, my grandparents would reap dozens and dozens of tomatoes. The investment in the one seed will reap more than you can imagine. This is a great principle as long as you like what you've sown. All three of these principles are true whether you are sowing GOOD things or NEGATIVE things. If you sow selfishness, you will reap that in return as your relationships fall apart. Likewise, if you sow friendship and love, you will reap a harvest of that in return. <br />
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Last week I got to reap some of the harvest I'd sown in college and beyond. My good friends, the "N" family, came to visit. I invested my life into Susanne (and she into mine), and now I am encouraged by her friendship and marriage.<br />
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Then my two best friends from college, Dana and Natalie, surprised me with a visit as well. If you've read my previous posts, you will know I've miscarried twice in the past year. They knew I was feeling down and wanted to encourage me in person. They took time away from their families and drove 5.5 hours to come see me for the weekend. I got to reap some of the time and encouragement that I'd sown into them over the years.<br />
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TRUE heart friends are my harvest. I know, though, the harvest didn't just happen. I am reaping what I have sown. I did and am continually intentionally investing in what I continue to sow, knowing that in time I will reap the benefits of it.<br />
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<b><i>Good relationships just don't happen. </i></b> It's true.<br />
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What are you sowing right now? If you don't know, look at what you are reaping. If you don't like what you are reaping, ask yourself what you need to sow to change that.<br />
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Relationships--an investment into people--is, in my opinion, one of the best thing you can sow. It might mean giving up things you like or time you would normally spend on yourself, but I know what the harvest will be.<br />
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And I know I need more of that in my life.hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-43752638426247027102012-07-12T17:58:00.000-07:002012-07-12T17:58:12.589-07:00Lego Gummy Snacks<div style="text-align: left;"> I love all things gummy--bears, worms, fruit shaped. I recently ran across this recipe for homemade gummy "fruit" snacks and thought it would be fun to make these. Plus you can make all your favorite flavors and skip the ones you don't like! </div><br />
<b>Ingredients:</b><br />
1 (3 oz) package gelatin, any flavor<br />
2 (.25 oz) envelopes unflavored gelatin<br />
1/3 c. water<br />
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<b>Directions:</b><br />
Sprinkle the gelatin over the water in a small saucepan. Heat over medium heat and stir until gelatin is completely dissolved. Pour into molds and allow to set at least 20 minutes.<br />
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But what shape to make them? After doing a quick search, I found these amazing lego-shaped fruit snacks! My husband loves Lego's. Although we don't have kids <i>yet</i> I might have to make these just because they look so fun!<br />
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I found instruction on how to make the Lego mold<a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/LeGummies-brick-shaped-gummy-candies/" target="_blank"> here</a>. Below are some pictures (from the tutorial) of the mold-making process. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">First build your structure. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour the silicone...it looks like a candy syringe or tool might be necessary.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">After setting, your mold is ready to make Lego fruit snacks!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I think the whole thing looks so fun to make. Once the mold is done, you can use it again and again! This would be great for kids' parties, special gifts, or just for all the Lego geeks you love! </div>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-30853607389704126182012-07-10T08:27:00.000-07:002012-07-10T08:27:19.554-07:00How "Mike" is Stealing the Real "Magic" From Relationships<style>
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</style> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If words could cause a black eye, I think I would have one good shiner. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Recently I posted an article on Facebook that spoke out against the movie <i>Magic Mike</i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> and books like <i>Shades of Gray. </i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This topic has gotten a lot of chatter in my circles lately, so I wanted to try to post some thoughts on the subject. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You can't pick up a magazine, turn on the TV, or even breath air without hearing or seeing something about <i>Magic Mike</i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. As of last Sunday, the movie about a male stripper teaching a younger performer "how to party, pick up women, and make easy money," had already grossed $39.1 Millions in box office sales. That's $39.1 MILLION in its first 3 opening days. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b>Disclaimer: </b></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have not seen the movie. Usually I don't respect people who make over-generalized statements on something they've not experienced, read, or seen. So I post these opinions as that--opinions based on a limited knowledge of the movie itself. However, I feel I know enough from the interviews, news articles, advertising and marketing campaigns to know why they <i>want me to see it</i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. It is also important to note that I am a a person that follows Christ. That means I try to live my life according to my understanding of the Bible. I pray. I attend church and small groups that discuss Jesus. Therefore, my world view has that as the foundation. At the same time, I want to be clear that I am not perfect. I don't have all the answers, nor will I ever. I am simply someone in constant pursuit of knowing God more. This post is directed primarily (but not exclusively) at those that also identify themselves as Christ-followers (i.e. Christian, believer, or follower). I hope that all that take the time to read it will at least walk away with something to think about.</span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, what is so wrong with <i>Magic Mike</i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">? </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Many Christians think that watching movies like <i>Magic Mike</i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> is just harmless. I disagree. In the book <i>Unhooked: How Young Women Pursue Sex, Delay Love, and Lose at Both</i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">, Laura Steep, a Washington Post reporter, interviews young women about the emotional effects of “hooking up.” Hooking up, according to Steep, eludes a neat definition. It can be anything from an innocent kiss to sexual intimacy. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For many years, it is safe to say that men have viewed sex and sexuality in a disconnected, purely physical act. Porn, for the most part, was focused on men. (</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> I believe porn/views of pre-marital sex is an issue for both Christian and non-Christian men)</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. Finding a godly man (that was also a virgin) is more and more rare. Many women, although virgins themselves, usually don't <i>expect</i> their future husbands to be sexually pure as well. Things have shifted, and now it is just as common that the guy <b>and</b> the girl have had previous sexual relationships, and if not, many of them engage in it before marriage. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Generally, it was women that held onto the sanctity of sex. Women that "put out" had the bad reputation while male counterparts were considered studs. There has been a double standard for years and years. Since the 60's sexual revolution and women's liberation movement took root, however, the divide between male and female standards of purity and sexuality has drastically decreased.</span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We now live in a culture where traditionally "male" issues with pornography and sexual promiscuity are just as rampant in Christian women's groups. The difference? I know that Christian men are being taught how to avoid these sins. They are asking their brothers to keep the accountable. They put filters on their computers. They don't go see the movie. More than anything, though, <b>they admit there is a problem</b>. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, thank you <i>Magic Mike. </i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now we have a very popular movie that sheds light on this subject. Christian women--married and single--are flocking to this movie with doe-eyed innocence. They don't see the double-standard. They don't see the problem. This is NOT a new issue, people. It's been growing under the surface and now we have fruit of generations of changes. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lloyd Kolbe, who formerly served as an adolescent health director at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, that the majority of adults interviewed avoid talking about early (first) loves. Kolbe says, "We demean first love, deny it, trivialize it, and so our young people trivialize it. We lose the opportunity to talk (to young people) about real things, like the difference between lust and love."</span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Adults clammed up and didn't talk to their kids about how to date. So, television shows, popular culture, and media started speaking up. Over time the shift happened. According to <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hookup">Urban Dictionary</a>, "Hooking up has replaced mainstream dating....It's no longer, 'OMG! When will he call?' but...'OMG, that was awesome, I wonder when he'll ask me out after [last said hookup].'" </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Add in popular, "award-winning" tv shows like <i>Sex in the City</i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> and "hooking up" is down right glamorous. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So now, romance, monogamous relationships, and dating are seen as messy and time consuming. Young women (and men) postpone love--or worse--see it as pretty much impossible. A good number of women get physically or emotionally beat up by the new dating scene. Even the Christian young women may feel pressure to engage in physical relationships because "if I don't, he will find someone that will." </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The result is a generation of young people who don't know how to date or where to turn for help. A young women Stepp interviewed says it this way, "A girl can tuck a Trojan in her purse on Saturday night, but there is no such device to protect her heart."</span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Stepp goes on to quote William Beardslee, a psychiatry professor at Harvard University. He says a girls are too quick to believe that they can't be hurt when engaging in this type of activity. "The big issue for me is it's hard to believe that true sexual intimacy is unconnected from personal intimacy. These young women need to be careful not to fool themselves."</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Stepp describes the stories of these scantily clad coeds who keep count of the number of guys they have slept with--many complete strangers. Although these girls avoid anything more than the "casual" hookup, Stepp shows that, in fact, they become emotionally involved anyway.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It's not just an innocent movie. You can't just "casually" watch men strip without being affected. Always, y</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">our mind and heart is involved. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i>Magic Mike</i> is a symptom of a much deeper issue. It represents so much that is wrong with our relationship culture today. Men AND women are going to things (books, porn, or hooking up) to meet a need that is meant to only be enjoyed in the confines of marriage. If we take nudity (even partial nudity), seductive dancing (meant to elicit physical excitement), casual non-committed sexual relationships as entertainment and then also expect solid, good marriages, we are deluding ourselves. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Surpriseingly little research has been done on what kinds of relationships leads to good marriages. But the traits that characterizes good marriages are firmly established and include trust, respect, admiration, honesty, selflessness, communication, caring and, perhaps more than anything else, commitment," writes Stepp. "Hookups are about anything but these qualities." </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How is watching another man strip firmly establishing trust, respect, admiration, selflessness, and commitment to your spouse (or future spouse)? It doesn't. When we let outsiders into our marriages, relationships, and thoughts, we are eroding our relationships with those we have a covenant relationship with. Comparison is our natural response: <i>Man, my husband doesn't look like Channing Tatum. I wish he would work out more. I wish he would say "x" to me like that. I wish...</i> When we compare our husbands to fiction, they will lose almost every time. Discontent will build, and marriages will fall apart. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As women, we should be especially understanding of this issue. Female nudity is rampant. I don't know many women who would like their husbands looking at other women and then comparing them to that ideal. Moreover, it steals from our relationships the power of true intimacy. There are things that should ONLY be known by my husband. That is a special and unique gift I give to him. If it is shared with the world (literally, like in <i>Magic Mike</i>) how can the wives of these men still feel special. The whole world can see what is meant for only them. <i> </i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Intimacy is meant to be between husband and wife exclusively. Bring in outsiders--through books, movies, internet, porn, or fantasy--is dangerous at best. The Bible is much more black and white on the issue. Matthew 5:28 says "if anyone who looks at a women lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart." Obviously, this is true also for a women. The Bible is very clear on this subject. The principle remains true whether you are single or married. (If you are single, you are still to remain pure for your future spouse.) </span></span></div><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know many think this a dooms-day response. It's JUST a movie, and I am here, like Chicken Little, screaming, "The sky is falling! THE SKY IS FALLING!" </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In Psalm 1:1 (NIV) it says:</span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Blessed is the one</span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> who does not walk in step with the wicked</span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">or stand in the way that sinners take</span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> or sit in the company of mockers," </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There is a progression here. First is <b>walking</b></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">.....then <b>standing</b></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">...<b>t</b></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">hen <b>sitting.</b></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> You go from a passive acceptance to being emerged in it. Alicia, a women interviewed by Stepp, put it this way: "Once you've trained your mind...your habits linger." </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I believe there are numerous scriptures and reasons that we shouldn't see the movie. Almost more than that, though, we need to go to the root of the issue--the real problem. As women that follow God, we need to address this hook-up culture. We need to talk to our daughters and the women we disciple and ask them if they are struggling with pornography, sexual sin, or lust. We need to admit there is a problem and address it in a God-honoring way. If you are a women who is struggling with these issues or have made mistakes in the past, do not lose heart. Please find someone you respect and talk with them about it. It's not just a "male" issue anymore. </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Stepp summarizes the gravity of the issue well, "The need to be connected intimately to others is as central to our well-being as food and shelter. In my view, if we don't get it right, we're probably not going to get anything else in life right." </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We need intimacy with God. We need to protect our intimate relationships with our spouse. The whole of life can be boiled down to our relationships--with God and with others. Let's take a stand against movies and books that endanger these relationships. Moreover, let's talk to those people God has placed in our lives and ask the hard questions and encourage one another to God's standard. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><br />
</span></span></div>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-58482606406405300712012-07-06T09:46:00.000-07:002012-07-06T09:46:15.279-07:00Facebook Response to Magic Mike Post<i>So I posted <a href="http://melissajenna.com/2012/06/30/50-shades-of-magic-mike-in-which-i-am-very-uncool/#comment-1326">this blog</a> on my Facebook wall yesterday, and went to lunch with friends. When I checked FB again, there were 30+ comments. I was really shocked by the reaction. </i><br />
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<i>Facebook is not the place to really have huge discussions, so I decided to move my reply here. If you're not a FB friend of mine, then my reply might not make a ton of sense. I am planning to write a longer, more detailed response to this issue later. </i><br />
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<i>For those who were in the conversation, here is my take on some of the discussions from yesterday.</i> <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So I have purposefully not responded to this post because most of the time I believe the saying, “it is better to remain silent and thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt” is truly the best way to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I slept on it and feel that I do want to say a few things.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">First of all, I read a blog post yesterday, and I like it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So, </span>I posted it on my wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was no motive behind it other than sharing information that I liked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know Facebook is not the platform to debate hot topics, and I am honestly shocked at the response the post got.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Controversy, shamming, judging, etc., was truly NOT my intent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That being said, the post struck a nerve and I want to address that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I totally agree that female pornography has become more and more of an issue over the past 10+ years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is something that is just as dangerous to our marriages and families as “male” porn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t think, however, understanding of what makes things “porn” for women, or even talking about it has been addressed much in the church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think a lot of women (especially younger Christian women) really don’t even know it is “bad” for them—or how our American culture has influenced us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(I can say that tt has influenced me more than I realize, at least.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I <b>do</b> believe there is a problem that we need to address.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>HOWEVER</i>, I do not think it is my personal right as a Christian to condemn each and every women on the planet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe there is <b>ONE</b> Judge and that is Jesus Christ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can merely play the part of a witness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A witness is called to a specific case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t just walk into any courtroom and say I am here to be a witness against the accused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, if I have involvement in the case—I know the people, the actions, etc.—I can then witness to the issue at hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Basically, I feel I am called to correct, encourage, and teach the people in my sphere of influence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to have a relationship with them for the correction to be heard in a redemptive way.<span> Why should I listen to some random person that doesn't know me or my situation or history? That is why we have the most impact with people that know us, and we know them. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span>Yes, </span>I can also do my part corporately by taking a stand and not putting my time/money into things like this movie., And I can lovingly engaging those I know by explaining <i>why</i> I don't want to see it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Better yet, I can proactively give people a choice. Where are all the believers that are ALSO amazing artists, musicians, movie-makers, or fiction authors? Am I trying to use my God-given talents to offer alternatives? </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Look, I am not perfect, nor will I ever be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have read and seen things I regret.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I, like, oh, pretty much everyone, have my blind spots to my own sin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need people to be a witness for Jesus in my life--not act as His personal judge and jury.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need people to care more about my true spiritual state more than about being right or arguing their point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again, I think there is a problem and we do need to address it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am just asking for us to think about how we do that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Asking yourself, “What is my motive for speaking up?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is it to just be ‘right,’ Or is it for redemption?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If it is truly for redemption, what is the best way to bring about that redemption?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span>I am still fleshing out my thoughts. If you care to continue the dialogue here, please comment below. I will also try to post again on this topic more fully. </span><span dir="ltr" id=":d4">Just know that if I engage you here or in person, it's out of love. For now, I'm going to enjoy my weekend. Hope you do as well!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-51166664242703651872012-07-02T06:14:00.000-07:002012-07-02T06:14:19.952-07:00You are true....Even in my wanderingThe worship set at church yesterday was really good. Music is like words spoken directly to the soul. The songs weren't new to me--we sing them often actually. Today, in light of what I was going through last week at this time (see previous post), the words to Hillsong's "Forever Reign" really spoke to me. <br />
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<i>You are good, You are good</i><br />
<i>When there's nothing good in me<br />
You are love, You are love <br />
On display for all to see<br />
You are light, You are light <br />
When the darkness closes in<br />
You are hope, You are hope<br />
You have covered all my sin<br />
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You are peace, You are peace</i> <i><br />
When my fear is crippling<br />
You are true, You are true<br />
Even in my wandering<br />
You are joy, You are joy <br />
You're the reason that I sing<br />
You are life, You are life, <br />
In You death has lost its sting<br />
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Oh, I’m running to Your arms, </i> <i><br />
I’m running to Your arms<br />
The riches of Your love<br />
Will always be enough<br />
Nothing compares to Your embrace<br />
Light of the world forever reign</i><br />
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Lately I have seen no "good" in me. I feel like darkness has surrounded me more than light, and "wandering" is a good way to describe how I feel most days. I like the contrasts in the song and the "otherness" of God is comforting. <br />
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I was always a daddy's girl. When I was most upset, I would bury into my dad's side and cry. Today, as I sang the chorus "Oh, I'm running to Your arms" I felt like that little girl being comforted by her daddy. Its been a while since I've felt that way toward God. <i> </i>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-75620849255908012012012-06-30T18:31:00.000-07:002012-06-30T18:31:35.457-07:00Struggling with the "Why's"Most people that know me would probably say that I am an open book. I AM and introvert, don't get me wrong. However, I try to live my life in a way that allows people to see in and know the real me. I'm not fancy. I'm not polished. I'm just a simple girl trying to make the most of the life God's given me.<br />
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A week ago, we experienced another rough patch. After miscarrying my first pregnancy back in December, we have been riding the ups and downs of waiting for a second pregnancy. Each month hopes would rise....and then fall as we wouldn't get pregnant. This past cycle the fall didn't happen. I was cautiously optimistic, and after what seemed like forever waiting, we got a positive home pregnancy test. Then I tested again later in the day. Then I tested again the next day. All positive.<br />
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Last Friday night I felt great, and Jacob and I even talked about how different it was this time compared to my experience in December. About 1:30 am I started to feel cramping. I tried to sleep, but it wouldn't come. As the night progressed, the fear of another miscarriage became reality.<br />
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My initial thoughts were basically, "Why, God, did you let this happen again?" I really struggled with the "why's" the first time through. It was hard for me to pray and ask for God to bless us with children. I was hesitant to trust Him.<br />
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I grew up in church, and I know all the right answers. The right answers didn't match much of what I was feeling at the time. So when it happened again, my first reaction was to again mistrust God. Sunday morning arrived, and I didn't want to go to church. My heart was still hard and my emotions too raw. But we went. I stood during the worship time and focused on not crying. I couldn't sing about God's goodness, so I didn't.<br />
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I don't think it is a sign of strength to paste a smile on your face and sing about God's goodness. That doesn't bring Him honor or praise. I think that He is BIG enough to take my true feelings and my true thoughts. Because of that, I think, He was able to dislodge some things from my heart that morning. <br />
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It's now been a week and my perspective has changed. I still want to understand WHY....but I also know there are things that I will never understand. It's like a puzzle. If you look at the individual pieces--some red, some light blue, others may be black or grey--they don't seem to be a part of the same picture. Once in place, they complete the picture. Right now I am staring at a couple of pieces, and I can't see where it fits in the overall picture of my life.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvTDbBYEg2OYpNKv5UlrPfwcF9vGjFpsWHNJP6TnGb3myWT0f5ZDaQoEZcdix3vIH0T0gjCdPv8cAe5PP71lzte1zSp4IufPiJAMkadXEWSNW4_niPN16L7vloXeYkOOvX7jNPbxLWyCl/s1600/jigsaw_puzzle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvTDbBYEg2OYpNKv5UlrPfwcF9vGjFpsWHNJP6TnGb3myWT0f5ZDaQoEZcdix3vIH0T0gjCdPv8cAe5PP71lzte1zSp4IufPiJAMkadXEWSNW4_niPN16L7vloXeYkOOvX7jNPbxLWyCl/s400/jigsaw_puzzle.jpg" title="" width="400" /></a></div>hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-17653425135659916902012-02-26T16:42:00.018-08:002012-02-29T16:54:20.738-08:00Reverse OfferingToday we had a "reverse offering" at church. The sermon was on generosity, and as a practical activity, a couple at the church donated $10,000 of their own money to be distributed to everyone at our church and another sister church. We were to use it to bless someone else. We couldn't give it back to the church, we couldn't keep it....we had to use it in a way that we saw fit.<br />
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They passed around envelopes and inside could be a $1, $5, $10, $20, or $50. Jacob and I both received a $1 each. We talked about how we were going to use it. Pooling our $2.00, how many people could we bless with this?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAb0tWogrUvaEuR1Ls2Zc7wQ19LFRXiDHHTzVONUviJbH51Ay3J9GVXHRFM7O5EKOY5v8e2W3w4QFBf_kah0Fqa-GuO6BVmap5GS_ijCzSIpCes6rdUXEPFK5tCZHzYY-MiVodyMpgC4QT/s1600/ALDI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAb0tWogrUvaEuR1Ls2Zc7wQ19LFRXiDHHTzVONUviJbH51Ay3J9GVXHRFM7O5EKOY5v8e2W3w4QFBf_kah0Fqa-GuO6BVmap5GS_ijCzSIpCes6rdUXEPFK5tCZHzYY-MiVodyMpgC4QT/s320/ALDI.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I love shopping at Aldi's. If you've never shopped there, they have carts that you put a quarter in to release them. When you are done, you return the cart and get the quarter back. I can't tell you how frustrating it is to show up and realize you don't have a quarter. I started keeping an "Aldi" quarter in my car at all times. <br />
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Occasionally, when I arrive there is a "free" cart because someone forgot to get their quarter back....such a small thing but it always makes my day when it happens. Jacob and I have joked before about "freeing the carts" at Aldi's before, and we decided that is how we'd use our $2. With our 8 quarters, we can make 8 people's day a little brighter.<br />
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So tomorrow I am going to go to two stores and free carts. What small act of kindness could you do with $2? How can you brighten someone's day with a small act of generosity?<br />
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hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-18255411628537418852012-02-13T16:37:00.007-08:002012-02-29T16:41:58.455-08:00Well, hello, ValentineSorry I've not posted in a while. Jacob and I have been busy working on my business, Holly Nic's Pocket Pies. We are hoping to get a commercial space in the next couple of months and give the baking business a try!<br />
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I have been working on promotional items, fine-tuning the website, and working on new flavors. Below is a picture of some of the pies I made for Valentine's day. We had over 40 new customers try these little beauties. They are a lot more time intensive but so cute....and delicious!<br />
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I think these would be perfect for a wedding shower or a wedding dessert! I hope some of my single friends will get engaged soon so I can make these for them! :) <br />
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We miscarried.<br />
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Just before Christmas, Jacob and I found out we were expecting. It had been months of trying, waiting, and disappointment. I was in shock that we finally did get pregnant. We went to the doctor and had our first check-up. I was having some pains, but were assured they were normal. Jacob and I told his parents and planned on surprising my mom a few days later.<br />
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The day we were to leave for my mom's house, I started cramping severely and had some bleeding as well. Panicked, we went to the ER and they ran about a million tests only to say they weren't sure what was happening. We had to cancel our trip and wait for a few days to find out what was going on in my body. On Tuesday, we were given news that I had miscarried. <br />
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For me, the moment I found out I was pregnant I imagined a whole life with this child. I knew the due date. I imagine how old the baby would be next year at Christmas. I imagined how old I would be when they graduated High School, when they would be in college. That was my first child, and now those are all merely dreams.<br />
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I know I am not the only one that has gone through it. But it was my first pregnancy. It was my first loss. My emotions are still so raw. I feel anger. Sadness. Loss. Disbelief. Anger again. <br />
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Dear baby, I loved you the moment I knew you existed. I miss you already. hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-24926027662468177122011-09-12T15:28:00.000-07:002011-09-12T15:28:58.872-07:00I love audiobooks but.....My husband and I are both HUGE readers. We both love to read, to learn new things, and we both love to talk about what we're reading. That's great right?<br />
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Problem: We like totally different types of books. Jacob reads non-fiction and primarily business books. Me? I looooooove me some fiction.<br />
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It's a tragedy, really, since we can't share books. Yesterday, we went to Borders and picked through their remaining books. I got three fiction books and he got three business books.<br />
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I haven't started reading mine because I am currently listening to Jacob's. I love audiobooks but this is different. For the past day and a half, he has been reading OUT LOUD to me his books. The most predominate one he is reading to me is about private equity firms and how they are destroying America.<br />
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Trust me, if there is one thing that is more boring than a business book, it is a business book about private equity firms.<br />
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Right now, as I am writing this, he is reading out loud to me. My favorite part is when he finishes reading a section he will stop and paraphrase what he just read in a way that I can understand. I am trying very hard to listen and make affirming cues like "Oh, wow, really?" Or, "No way! That is horrible." I am a very good wife that way. :) <br />
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Even if I could care less about his books, I love him. He makes me smile. He is so darn cute when he is learning and processing ideas. He is so passionate about things...and those are the very things that made me fall for him. <br />
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I think, though, that it is only fair if I read to him too. "Harry Potter" anyone?<br />
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PS:<br />
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When I was able to get Jacob to pause reading the private equity firm book, I read this post to him.<br />
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He said, and I quote, "I don't need to read Harry Potter, I saw the movies! They don't make movies about this kind of stuff!"<br />
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Me: "There is a reason for that, dear."hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-22328708602171525762011-09-11T20:08:00.000-07:002011-09-11T20:23:06.884-07:00Now, on to the whole world domination thing....Today is my 3-month wedding anniversary. Hey, we mark milestones in months for babies, why not for marriage? <br />
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"How old is your baby?"<br />
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"He's 18 months."<br />
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Now insert the world "marriage" instead.<br />
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"How old is your marriage?"<br />
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"It's 3 months."<br />
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"Wow, 3 months already! My how quickly it's grown!"<br />
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"Yeah, isn't it crazy? First thing you know, the most expensive 12 hours of your life is over and one day you wake up and you're married for 3 months! The time has flown by."<br />
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"That's great, Holly. You're marriage is just the cutest little 3-month old I've seen since my own!" <br />
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Okay, sorry, enough pretend conversations. Maybe I need to get out more.<br />
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ANYWAY, today Jacob and I have been married 3 whole months. For our guest book we made this really fun picture book with empty pages for people to sign. That way we could leave it out and look at it from time to time.<br />
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In the introduction page, we had this:<br />
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Step one: Marriage.<br />
Step two: World Domination<br />
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Throughout our engagement we joked about how we were going to dominate the world and then live in the Eiffel Tower. You may think we're joking, but we're not. We've established our "evil" plan to dominate the world--through fried (and some baked) pies.<br />
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That doesn't sound evil now does it? You'd be surprised, though. Jacob is an entrepreneur and super savvy at business. I love to make pies and other crafty things like quilting. Why not marry those skills? So, we have been working on starting a business for me. Many people are very supportive.....but there are others that aren't so much.<br />
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Today Jacob and I were talking and were trying to figure those people out. Why is it so bad to start a business doing something you love? Answer: it's not. However, I think those naysayers just secretly want to do that very thing themselves but feel like they can't. Where is the rule that you have to do a job you hate, each day pushing the proverbial rock up the mountain for someone else's dream, some else's product? That's just it.....it's not written ANYWHERE! Woo hoo! However, I think that the lesson I am learning right now is that there will always be some that are not supportive. As a budding entrepreneur, I am learning that lesson.<br />
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So, at month #3 we are starting our plan for world domination. We're going to try our hand at making pies and other goodies. We are going to develop our own paradigm, our own dreams. I am excited.<br />
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And how can THESE little beauties be evil? :)<br />
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Tomorrow we are leaving just before the butt-crack of dawn so I can make it to Norman in time to see my coworkers. I'm looking forward to hearing how the school year is going and catch up with them! We'll then spend the night with the Smiths and hopefully see the Devero's as well. <br />
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Saturday we will leave a little later, thankfully, just after the butt-crack of dawn to make it to DFW for Scott and Susanne's baby shower. I can't wait to see them and celebrate the new arrival! Afterward, a good group will hopefully hang out, and will get quality time with all of my friends down there. <br />
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These two locations hold the bulk of my heart friends. I will get to see 6 of my 8 bridesmaids this one weekend, not to mention other close friends. And the whole trip, I will have my handsome husband at my side. <br />
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Relationships are so important to me. This one trip will fill my tanks for weeks to come. I am truly, truly blessed!<br />
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hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-27819587615598397772011-08-23T10:42:00.000-07:002011-08-23T10:42:42.540-07:00Missing CollegeSchool started yesterday.<br />
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I went to OU and after 5 years of study, I graduated. I loved college and Norman, so I stuck around. I lived in a college town for 16 years. I worked with college students as a career for 9 years. This is the first time that I am not working with college students.<br />
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Today I got an email from one of my former students. It made me smile and encouraged me too. But it made me a little sad as well. I do miss my job and my students...and I even miss living in a college town. My identity was very much connected with that unique subgroup of people. <br />
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Although I miss it, I am very thankful for this new chapter. I have so many new lessons that I am learning about being a wife. Jacob is my best friend, and we have so much fun together. He makes me laugh, he supports me unconditionally, and he makes me a better version of myself.<br />
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I miss you Norman, but this Kansas boy has my heart. <br />
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hollynichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166428744852250897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876042885882815119.post-8242317567609843012011-08-22T13:39:00.002-07:002012-02-29T16:33:12.245-08:00Dr.......I Have an Appointment!If you know me, you know I LOVE Dr. Pepper. The full-octane, full calories kind (although I respect the DDP and DP 10 versions).<br />
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When I saw this picture, I almost fainted. These. Were. Made. For. Me. I cannot wait to make my own version of these little beauties.<br />
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Dr. Pepper Cupcake Recipe List of Ingredients: <br />
<ul><li>1/2 cup butter</li>
<li>2 1/2 cups brown sugar</li>
<li>3 eggs</li>
<li>3 oz unsweetened baking chocolate, melted</li>
<li>1/2 cup buttermilk</li>
<li>2 1/2 tsp. baking soda</li>
<li>1/2 tsp. salt</li>
<li>2 1/2 cups cake flour</li>
<li>2 tsp. vanilla</li>
<li>1 cup boiling Dr. Pepper</li>
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How to:<br />
<ul><li>Cream the butter and add the brown sugar.</li>
<li>When well blended, add the eggs one at a time, beating well.</li>
<li>Add the chocolate, slightly cooled</li>
<li>In a small bowl, add one teaspoon of the baking soda to the buttermilk.</li>
<li>Mix the remaining dry ingredients in another bowl.</li>
<li>Add the flour mixture and the buttermilk mixture to the butter mixture alternatively. </li>
<li>Add the vanilla. Finally add in the Dr. Pepper.</li>
<li>Pour into cupcake molds and bake at 375-degrees for 20-25 minutes.</li>
</ul>Frosting:<br />
<ul><li>1/3 C soft butter</li>
<li>3 C confectioner's sugar</li>
<li>1/2 C dark cocoa</li>
<li>4 Tbs heavy cream</li>
<li>1 tsp freshly grated ginger</li>
<li>1 can cherries in syrup (or in liqueur)</li>
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Cream the butter, cocoa and sugar together and stir in the cream. Add the ginger and enough cherry syrup to create the desired consistency. Refrigerate if necessary, and spread over the cupcakes when they have cooled. Top each cupcake with half a cherry.<br />
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