<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517</id><updated>2012-02-21T17:18:13.860-07:00</updated><category term='friend like you'/><category term='there are many more things i&apos;ve learned this week'/><category term='it&apos;s late'/><category term='list'/><category term='i love decorating the interior'/><category term='empty salt and peppers'/><category term='i&apos;m tired'/><category term='image credit to pjlighthouse.com'/><category term='vintage'/><category term='antiques'/><category term='new'/><category term='addicted to blogging?'/><category term='chat later'/><category term='one of these days'/><category term='no resolutions'/><category term='gems'/><category term='starbucks straw wrappers'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>positively grateful</title><subtitle type='html'>thankful for my life. sharing what it is and dreaming about what it will be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8049203705486480080</id><published>2012-02-21T16:49:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T17:18:13.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for New Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NifjxcTMlAM/T0QttnbvCXI/AAAAAAAACMs/m1W5cwHDarA/s1600/salmon_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NifjxcTMlAM/T0QttnbvCXI/AAAAAAAACMs/m1W5cwHDarA/s400/salmon_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711740489115306354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may or may not be a surprise to you, but I am not really a recipe follower. I think it stems from my creative side, and honestly, probably laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO look at recipes, though and try to kind of memorize them. I have followed a few for the first time making something, and then I add and subtract what wasn't necessary or more necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been LOVING this new cooking thing. I would have told you about 4.5 months ago (before I was married) that I wouldn't enjoy it, and I was kind of worried that I would dread this home-making task that we are supposed to enjoy, right? I mean, not really...but I think it's a hidden expectation of society...I'll stop there about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did want to share a couple of easy, somewhat healthy, and delicious things that turned out for us lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dijon Salmon &amp; Bacon-Wrapped Asparagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You'll Need: Bacon, Salmon, Asparagus, Low-Sodium Soy Sauce, Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard, Agave, Ginger Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with a saucepan and boil some water. Place the cut asparagus stems in the water for about 5-8 minutes (should still be crisp, but not raw). Set aside after you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out your skillet. Place some bacon on the skillet and fry it. Don't cook it all the way, and set aside. Take out your thawed salmon and place on the hot skillet with the leftover bacon grease. Sear the side without the skin until it's dark enough for your taste. Line a little pan with foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small saucepan, combine some soy sauce, a spoonful of mustard, a couple spoonfuls of agave, and several dashes of ginger powder. Place the seared salmon in the foil-lined pan, pour the glaze over it, and place in a 350-degree, preheated oven for about 10 minutes (depending on the thickness of the salmon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as the salmon cooks, pour a glass of wine (see photo), and don't be fooled by the name...I was fully clothed. Wrap 3-4 pieces of asparagus with a piece of bacon and place in another small pan lined with foil. The amounts are all depending on how many people you are making dinner for. Once wrapped, place in the oven with the salmon to bake until both are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve both hot and delicious. We also roasted some raw almonds in the same oven for about 5 minutes, and sprinkled those on the salmon. It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For Dessert: Chocolate-Almond Butter-Cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You'll Need: 10 oz. of your favorite DARK chocolate, agave, butter, almond butter, cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a saucepan, heat the butter (2 tablespoons) and chocolate on REALLY low heat (it burns easily). While it's melting, and you are stirring it frequently, mix about 1.5 cups of almond butter, some agave (to make as sweet as you like), and a few dashes of cinnamon in a bowl. Get your mini-muffin pan out as the chocolate is finished melting. Take the chocolate off the heat, and let it cool a little. Cover the bottom of the little cups with chocolate, as well as making a thin layer on the edges, leaving you with about half to a third of the chocolate still in the saucepan. Place the muffin pan in the freezer for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the pan and hardened chocolate out of the freezer. With a small spoon (I used a teaspoon spoon), scoop the almond butter mixture into the cups, leaving a little room on the top of each cup. With the remainder of the chocolate, cover the almond butter with a thin layer. I also added a dash of cinnamon on top. Place them in the freezer to harden. Enjoy about fifteen minutes later. SO good, and low in sugar. They are rich and delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8049203705486480080?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8049203705486480080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8049203705486480080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8049203705486480080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8049203705486480080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2012/02/recipe-for-new-things.html' title='Recipe for New Things'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NifjxcTMlAM/T0QttnbvCXI/AAAAAAAACMs/m1W5cwHDarA/s72-c/salmon_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3962859860232352768</id><published>2012-02-15T18:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T18:24:41.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wyucmngLCI/TzxY7NTK1HI/AAAAAAAACMc/RClR26hjDf0/s1600/vday_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wyucmngLCI/TzxY7NTK1HI/AAAAAAAACMc/RClR26hjDf0/s400/vday_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709536201804534898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun was our night (and part of my day) preparing a dinner for my new hubby. I was so excited to do this. SO excited. I made a tomato-basil-mozzarela appetizer, bacon-wrapped filet mignon, sweet potato mash, and chocolate-peanut butter cups. I picked up Matt's favorite beer (and even remembered to frost his glass), and found a new favorite chocolate dessert wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had received the most beautiful, pink roses during the day from him...and they added the perfect touch to our candle-lit table. I gathered all things pink and red, placed things in a sweet arrangement, lit the candles, and welcomed him home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so I'll be honest. About fifteen minutes before he got home, I was running around our kitchen like a crazy person. The filets were grilling, the chocolate was being stirred, the potatoes boiling. I had quite the mess. I was SO happy that the fifteen minutes cruised by with just enough time to put on some lipstick and some perfume right before he walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a romantic night with my new husband...who loves me so well. It was such an amazing experience creating a dinner like this in our home. A night to remember forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3962859860232352768?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3962859860232352768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3962859860232352768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3962859860232352768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3962859860232352768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-valentines-day.html' title='Our Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wyucmngLCI/TzxY7NTK1HI/AAAAAAAACMc/RClR26hjDf0/s72-c/vday_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1480607285026752095</id><published>2012-02-14T11:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T11:43:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VW0Z_HLIVMc/TzqrFQaymKI/AAAAAAAACMQ/f4_USFBTSC0/s1600/love.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VW0Z_HLIVMc/TzqrFQaymKI/AAAAAAAACMQ/f4_USFBTSC0/s400/love.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709063584440555682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that come from our Heavenly Father. A love that we know because of Him. A love that we share with others, in the ways He intended us to. A love that we learn. A love that we receive from those closest to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning more about REAL love like I've never experienced. Marriage has given me this opportunity. I am loved in ways I never knew. I am called to love in ways that I have never been called to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important reality: we can only love well when we accept the love from our God, and allow Him to teach us how to unconditionally love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing gift and example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God...for the love you showed when you sent your Son, Jesus. Thank you for giving me the gift of my husband, Matt—who has been the most amazing example of what committed love is. Thank you for my family—and the ways they have taught me how to love. Thank you for the dear friends that have blessed my life with heart-warming love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1480607285026752095?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1480607285026752095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1480607285026752095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1480607285026752095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1480607285026752095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VW0Z_HLIVMc/TzqrFQaymKI/AAAAAAAACMQ/f4_USFBTSC0/s72-c/love.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-445928647766972393</id><published>2012-01-23T14:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:38:30.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the Act...</title><content type='html'>...of dancing in my chair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to dance! Like, really. I would go line-dancing every Thursday in college just because of this truth. Matt doesn't LOVE it, but he will get out there every now and then to appease me. And usually, his moves are better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew to Iowa City for one of his groomsman's weddings. It was a blast. AND, I was caught chair-dancing. I loved the song, wasn't on the dance-floor, and why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was sure I had more than a couple glasses of wine because of my dancing. Truth: nope, again...I love to dance, with wine or without wine. I also discovered that the lyrics to old hip-hop songs that were popular in college come right back when lip-synching. I think (hope) Matt was impressed. At LEAST it made him laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the photo that Matt's friend, Brandon snapped on his phone. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5c0xBymiHkA/Tx3R0F7urTI/AAAAAAAACLw/UNxnDonM6zc/s1600/IMG_0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5c0xBymiHkA/Tx3R0F7urTI/AAAAAAAACLw/UNxnDonM6zc/s400/IMG_0305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700943396197018930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-445928647766972393?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/445928647766972393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=445928647766972393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/445928647766972393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/445928647766972393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2012/01/caught-in-actof-chair-dancing.html' title='Caught in the Act...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5c0xBymiHkA/Tx3R0F7urTI/AAAAAAAACLw/UNxnDonM6zc/s72-c/IMG_0305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-690032575571336813</id><published>2012-01-16T10:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:49:58.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is enough...</title><content type='html'>NO matter what. And the amazing thing is, whatever situation you're in, the beauty and miraculous truth is: Jesus never leaves you. Never forsakes you. NEVER. I can't tell you what peace this offers, you guys. Today is the day to let His grace be sufficient for you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y2LnML2Qls/TxRive0WVgI/AAAAAAAACK8/2Mm45NveovE/s1600/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y2LnML2Qls/TxRive0WVgI/AAAAAAAACK8/2Mm45NveovE/s400/grace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698287996396525058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-690032575571336813?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/690032575571336813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=690032575571336813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/690032575571336813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/690032575571336813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-is-enough.html' title='He is enough...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y2LnML2Qls/TxRive0WVgI/AAAAAAAACK8/2Mm45NveovE/s72-c/grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1290677251463898667</id><published>2011-12-13T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:21:21.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more blogging...</title><content type='html'>i want to blog more. really. and i say this when i think about the busy-ness of life. but here's the thing: sometimes, i think things can be sweeter when shared. plus, i love telling stories. i love recalling memories. it puts words to things that otherwise would not be described. and this is what i like to do. truly. so this is me telling myself (and whoever else reads this blog), that i will be sharing more. cause guess what? january 1st of 2012 is in like, a month. so...cheers to more sharing next year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~yours truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1290677251463898667?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1290677251463898667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1290677251463898667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1290677251463898667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1290677251463898667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-blogging.html' title='more blogging...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7052606290989635167</id><published>2011-04-01T17:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:56:20.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to Men's Warehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPUpPzyWueQ/TZYRcXglrLI/AAAAAAAABUU/jNdXiVn8AsI/s1600/menswarehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPUpPzyWueQ/TZYRcXglrLI/AAAAAAAABUU/jNdXiVn8AsI/s400/menswarehouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590675166471761074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the guy who helped us out at Men's Warehouse, to seemlessly pick out what Hot-Matt and his groomsmen are going to wear at OUR wedding, was super, super funny! He is a spitting-image of Seth Rogen (we are not kidding) and made us laugh a lot. His name was Tyler. He didn't love being there for a straight 9-hours, 9-days-in-a-row, BUT he loved giving us a hard time about almost everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tactic: pick up on the bride-to-be countless times, and when that doesn't work, ask many questions about her sisters and cousins and friends. He's like, "I mean, do you know how hard it is to pick up girls selling men's clothing at Men's Warehouse!!? Give me a break." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also thinks our choice of brown shoes with a gray tux is awful and wasn't afraid to let us know (we don't follow rules and we think it'll be great). Hopefully...feedback on that is welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt talked about getting in "groom-shape," before our wedding and he says, "Yeah right, dude. You're gonna get in shape to let yourself go? No, you're not. That's what they always say, BUT GOOD LUCK, buddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At checkout, he was talking about the cancellation policy. He says, "Ok, Von, if Matt turns out to be a jerk, and has to cancel his tux rental, here's my card, just call me...cause I'm single!" HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were countless, funny comments. Matt and I were both happy about our comic relief during the hour and a half. To follow was a trip to JoAnns for fake flowers and dinner at Applebees. Matt is a rockstar about all these details. I mean, I know that some guys would be like, "Yeah, no thanks, you can go ahead and run to JoAnns by yourself, and figure out how to drive all over Colorado for the bridesmaids dresses." But he's not. He is SO helpful and awesomely-involved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this blog is so out-of-date. Things that have happened since I last posted. I'm engaged!! We have a date! We have a venue and I HAVE MY DRESS (well, it's ordered), and we are buying a HOUSE! We close April 15 (fingers-crossed)! There is A LOT of awesomeness going on! CRAZY. Oh, and I am moving home to my parent's house until we get married. There are many benefits to this decision...financial and otherwise! SO YEAH!! :) Soon, I will find some time to update more. But I thought, "Hey, why not start with Men's Warehouse, right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7052606290989635167?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7052606290989635167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7052606290989635167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7052606290989635167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7052606290989635167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-trip-to-mens-warehouse.html' title='Our Trip to Men&apos;s Warehouse'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPUpPzyWueQ/TZYRcXglrLI/AAAAAAAABUU/jNdXiVn8AsI/s72-c/menswarehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4791847646992608263</id><published>2010-12-30T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:35:00.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing in the New Year...</title><content type='html'>...with SNOW! Our first snow just happened today! Crazy...really crazy for Colorado! My amazing friend, and roomie, Hols and I carpooled to work, and took a couple photos to document the occasion. I am cherishing each moment I have with this girl before she leaves...more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRy5giEibuI/AAAAAAAABTQ/2d1xcIafID8/s1600/holly_v_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRy5giEibuI/AAAAAAAABTQ/2d1xcIafID8/s400/holly_v_snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556520008821141218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave tomorrow night to head up to Tabernash, Colorado to spend the New Year's holiday with fifteen stellar friends. Here is a sneak peak of the cabin view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRy5ndARXTI/AAAAAAAABTY/tO-2AG9pOsw/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRy5ndARXTI/AAAAAAAABTY/tO-2AG9pOsw/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556520127720152370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will ski/snowboard, and just start the new year off with some true fellowship and fun. I am so excited! Neat: Matt and I have spent the "new year" in the mountains with each other for the past two years...and now we are together! So, so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we head up, I am having a birthday breakfast with my niece, Ellie who is turning four. Her party is happening over the time we will be in the mountains. So we are going to celebrate early together! I am so excited for this. I don't know if there is a cuter four year old...for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRzSBBtVknI/AAAAAAAABTw/Npl5uwCnIYk/s1600/elliebug_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRzSBBtVknI/AAAAAAAABTw/Npl5uwCnIYk/s400/elliebug_birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556546955348644466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope each of you has a really great time bringing in the New Year. 2011, here we come! Cheers to a fantastic year of exciting things!! I just know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-4791847646992608263?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/4791847646992608263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=4791847646992608263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4791847646992608263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4791847646992608263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/12/bringing-in-new-year.html' title='Bringing in the New Year...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRy5giEibuI/AAAAAAAABTQ/2d1xcIafID8/s72-c/holly_v_snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-907633264100707165</id><published>2010-12-22T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:30:00.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawrence, Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRJ3mMC_4NI/AAAAAAAABTE/8O2F_HpkkKE/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRJ3mMC_4NI/AAAAAAAABTE/8O2F_HpkkKE/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553632788453777618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Kansas for my first Christmas away from home. I will be with Matt's family!! I will also get to see where he went to college (KU!). It will be an amazing time, I can only imagine. New things. Sweet things!! I've only heard him talk about his favorite places in this city...and now I get to see them with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Firsts:&lt;/span&gt; Traveling with Mr. Matt! Fitting all of my stuff (for 4 days) into a carry-on! Being away from home for Christmas Day. Meeting his grandparents, mom, sister, and family friends. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos credit &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liiights/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Iowa St, Lawrence, Kansas, From the top floor of KU's McCollum Hall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-907633264100707165?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/907633264100707165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=907633264100707165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/907633264100707165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/907633264100707165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/12/lawrence-kansas.html' title='Lawrence, Kansas'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRJ3mMC_4NI/AAAAAAAABTE/8O2F_HpkkKE/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1107387840037746625</id><published>2010-12-20T17:11:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:41:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Eastern Colorado</title><content type='html'>A trip setting out to spend three days with my family in Eastern Colorado. And by "my family," I mean the WHOLE family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Snuggie-Making and Sword-Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started things out by driving out to Sterling. This was a night that we will remember as Matt and I's first "team work experience." We made handmade gifts for one person that we drew a name for. Matt had my dad, and so he wanted to sew him a Broncos snuggie! It was awesome. Think: a small, hand sewing machine, lots of fabric, two sets of directions, and following a pattern. We had a blast, and accomplished a great-looking piece of work. Super fun. Ev and Matt had a blast playing swords. Matt says, "Can I have these kinds of toys at my house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRADw5FlvoI/AAAAAAAABSk/qfR11hfwXwk/s1600/snuggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRADw5FlvoI/AAAAAAAABSk/qfR11hfwXwk/s400/snuggie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552942479040691842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Full of Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was one of the most full days I've ever had. Around 40 family members joined at the Akron Foursquare Church for my mom's side Christmas celebration. A ton of food, great people, gifts, and a visit from Santa. It reminds me of the movie "Four Christmases." If you haven't ever seen it...diverse families coming together because we're family, and that's what family does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRAD7FEtKOI/AAAAAAAABSs/TjRU49iTAN8/s1600/lambertson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRAD7FEtKOI/AAAAAAAABSs/TjRU49iTAN8/s400/lambertson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552942654056900834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For round two, we left the church after some quick and efficient clean-up and headed over to my aunt and uncles house for my dad's side of the family. There were about thirty people at this one. As we were getting out of the car, Matt says, "Ok! Round two! You ready?" He was such a rockstar with all of it. Seriously, if there was ever a family that might be a little on the overwhelming side, it would be mine. I can't believe how great he is with ALL of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made homemade pizzas, opened gifts, and watched part of Christmas Vacation. The fact that my dad and grandpa were sitting on the same couch was the greatest part. They are the ones that you have to watch that movie with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRAEF9_BI0I/AAAAAAAABS0/oLyamN2jWIQ/s1600/lucas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRAEF9_BI0I/AAAAAAAABS0/oLyamN2jWIQ/s400/lucas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552942841132557122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part three was heading back to Val and Aaron's house in Sterling to finish the night with a couple cocktails and beers. I will never forget this either! Walt and Aaron (brother-in-laws) and my cousin Jared bonding with Matthew. So awesome....SO awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was fabulous as expected. Relaxing, waiting for the prime rib to cook, preparing food, and hiding our clues. For the past four years, we have drawn names and created a six-step scavenger hunt. After lunch, we let the little ones open their gifts (a blast as usual). Then, we each went through our scavenger hunts and gave our homemade gifts to each other. It was amazing to see how creative everyone was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRAEdNELinI/AAAAAAAABS8/jG4U1jGzbas/s1600/homemade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRAEdNELinI/AAAAAAAABS8/jG4U1jGzbas/s400/homemade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552943240317733490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gift highlights: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad built Everett a "shed" for all of his toy vehicles. It is called "Bethel Acres" because that is what Aaron and Val are calling their farm. Meaning: "House of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom made Val beautiful valances for all of her windows with pillows to match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt built a sign for Aaron that says "Bethel Acres" that he can put outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt made a Broncos snuggie for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron made a "Man Box" for Matt. It had a six-pack of his favorite beer, oreos, duct tape, a tool set, beef jerky, and lots of other masculine things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted a sign for Walt that says "Home Away from Home" for their new camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandi created a window pane for me with "Love, Family, Friends, and photos in each square. Amazing!! I love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val put together the sweetest picture book for my mom with all of our family, with quotes for each photo. (My mom was totally in tears).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad (with a little of my mom's help) made a huge Christmas wreath for Mandi. It was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What a great few days. So full. So fun. So many memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1107387840037746625?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1107387840037746625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1107387840037746625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1107387840037746625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1107387840037746625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-in-eastern-colorado.html' title='Christmas in Eastern Colorado'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TRADw5FlvoI/AAAAAAAABSk/qfR11hfwXwk/s72-c/snuggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-9196519334430551763</id><published>2010-12-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:00:02.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQvY0ArhxaI/AAAAAAAABSc/MfdBpzLkopY/s1600/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQvY0ArhxaI/AAAAAAAABSc/MfdBpzLkopY/s400/change.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551769353711633826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May our trust in His love be our constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-9196519334430551763?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/9196519334430551763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=9196519334430551763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/9196519334430551763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/9196519334430551763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQvY0ArhxaI/AAAAAAAABSc/MfdBpzLkopY/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-6772582543695722457</id><published>2010-12-13T22:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:03:51.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field of Dreams</title><content type='html'>It's mid-December with no snow. The weather is beautiful, but there is a reality to it not quite feeling like Christmas time. I took photos in a field near my house. There is just something about fields...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcHl6N0XnI/AAAAAAAABRk/76h3fMuUEU8/s1600/IMG_8726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcHl6N0XnI/AAAAAAAABRk/76h3fMuUEU8/s400/IMG_8726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550413413621194354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcHlWhGjSI/AAAAAAAABRc/RdD8h4Hc7rg/s1600/IMG_8724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcHlWhGjSI/AAAAAAAABRc/RdD8h4Hc7rg/s400/IMG_8724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550413404038401314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcHlCib69I/AAAAAAAABRU/d_q3IgTMeMk/s1600/IMG_8721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcHlCib69I/AAAAAAAABRU/d_q3IgTMeMk/s400/IMG_8721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550413398675286994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcIMSTYQ6I/AAAAAAAABSM/ytdDfWDV15k/s1600/IMG_8755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcIMSTYQ6I/AAAAAAAABSM/ytdDfWDV15k/s400/IMG_8755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550414072921998242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcILskImcI/AAAAAAAABR8/3ccawTFhT0A/s1600/IMG_8729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcILskImcI/AAAAAAAABR8/3ccawTFhT0A/s400/IMG_8729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550414062791727554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-6772582543695722457?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/6772582543695722457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=6772582543695722457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6772582543695722457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6772582543695722457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/12/field-of-dreams.html' title='Field of Dreams'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcHl6N0XnI/AAAAAAAABRk/76h3fMuUEU8/s72-c/IMG_8726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5527287346337144263</id><published>2010-12-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:25:01.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Two: The More the Merrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcNjkzR1RI/AAAAAAAABSU/rCOECGJTe4c/s1600/christmas_tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcNjkzR1RI/AAAAAAAABSU/rCOECGJTe4c/s400/christmas_tree2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550419970582762770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause why just do it once? Twice is always better when it's decorating for Christmas! My place had yet to have what it needed to justly celebrate my favorite holiday. And, I really do love my fake, pre-lit tree, and so now it can go to perfect use right next to our fireplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited Matt over, made some dinner, turned on the "Third Day-Holiday" Pandora station, and we decorated :) It was a sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget a couple key, special moments as we did this. I am so thankful. Another great one was when I couldn't find the "star" for the top of the tree, and so we agreed that taking a gold star ornament and making it into a topper was the best thing. Matt figured this one out flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Matt's favorite ornaments are the Santa "outfits" on hangers. They &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; quite awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is here. To celebrate Jesus as a gift. And to celebrate all the gifts and blessings in our lives. May the reason for the season permeate everything we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5527287346337144263?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5527287346337144263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5527287346337144263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5527287346337144263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5527287346337144263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/12/round-two-more-merrier.html' title='Round Two: The More the Merrier'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TQcNjkzR1RI/AAAAAAAABSU/rCOECGJTe4c/s72-c/christmas_tree2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7535714948014546544</id><published>2010-12-07T20:59:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:25:32.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Memorable Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a pretty fantastic weekend. Our weekends are usually this way, hopping from one thing to the next, and this one was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TP8UTjcfFvI/AAAAAAAABQ8/2_ysndBqtQM/s1600/cocoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TP8UTjcfFvI/AAAAAAAABQ8/2_ysndBqtQM/s400/cocoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175592108529394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A surprise visit from my mom, Mandi, and the girls&lt;/span&gt; (Ellie &amp; Kaitlynn) on Saturday morning. They are just adorable. They had just finished seeing "real reindeer" and had pretty little Christmas dresses on. Matt came down and we met them at Panera to enjoy some hot chocolate/breakfast. As I chatted with my mom and sis, Ellie needed Matt's undivided attention (this is usually the case). She says, "Matt...Matt...please look at me. I need to tell you something." She will put her hand on his face and turn it towards her...everytime. She really loves Matt, and is always sitting on his lap, or on his shoulders whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TP8UI30iHLI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4JQs6s2WoK0/s1600/buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TP8UI30iHLI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4JQs6s2WoK0/s400/buddies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175408599538866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday afternoon was the first time I have ever been to a dog park! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, there has never been a reason to frequent the local canine play-yard because I have never had a dog of my own. This weekend was my first trip with Mr. Diego, Fletcher, and Matthew. I was dog-sitting Diego, and we thought it'd be fun to let them run around for awhile. Really fun (and cold), but mostly just really fun. People &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Fletcher. One, because he's awesome, and two, because he is so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TP8UckkNAeI/AAAAAAAABRE/5VNyuR4y-Eg/s1600/christmas_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TP8UckkNAeI/AAAAAAAABRE/5VNyuR4y-Eg/s400/christmas_tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548175747028156898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Matt and I decorated our first Christmas tree together!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, a BIG deal, right!? After a super-great message at church, purchasing a stocking hat that was handmade by a woman in Afganistan, and lunch out, we headed to Matt's to start decorating! The story makes me laugh. So, initially, we decided to use my fake Christmas tree (which was a door-busting-deal from Black Friday last year), and so I brought it up to Matt's house. We were putting it together, and I was straightening out the pre-lit branches, and Matt was standing there staring at me with a sad look on his face. I noticed, and asked what was wrong. He explains that he promised himself he would never have a fake tree. He really wanted to be OK with the fake tree...and well, it wasn't turning out that way. He says, "Aww, I'm so sorry, love...but can we go get a real one? Would that be OK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we can go get a real one! I mean, don't get me wrong, pre-lit branches are pretty dang nice, but not compared to the smell and excitement of having a REAL one! So, that's what we did. We packed up my fake one, drove to a nursery near Matt's house, and picked out "the best looking tree we've ever seen." Seriously, you guys, it's awesome! The nice guys bundled it up for us and put it on top of Matt's festive vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise: My twin sis and Aaron came to get Diego, and so we were able to see them! Super fun catching up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we spent the afternoon listening to Christmas music, rearranging furniture, getting the tree in its stand, untangling lights, and "trimming" this beautiful tree. Matt bought us an ornament! It's a cute bear from Estes Park! The town of Estes Park has very significant meaning to us. It was where we had our first date, and really, one of our favorite places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun! Quite the memorable weekend! We finished the evening off by attending Matt's work Christmas Party at Cinzetti's where we ate a ton, and I met his friends from the lab. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up! Decorating my place...this week. I am super particular and spend many minutes making each decision when I decorate. I am sure Matt won't mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE Christmas time! And...I just want to enjoy each moment this season...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7535714948014546544?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7535714948014546544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7535714948014546544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7535714948014546544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7535714948014546544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-memorable-weekend.html' title='Our Memorable Weekend'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TP8UTjcfFvI/AAAAAAAABQ8/2_ysndBqtQM/s72-c/cocoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-6754056089249502295</id><published>2010-11-13T09:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T09:00:00.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TN2_9_zJzQI/AAAAAAAABQs/8rsEILTMi08/s1600/1289590555555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TN2_9_zJzQI/AAAAAAAABQs/8rsEILTMi08/s400/1289590555555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538794188554489090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty amazing...isn't it? Fall. This season. It's gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there are things that I don't absolutely love. Like how it gets dark at 5pm. Now I know why it feels like I always work late in this season (and why candles are so essential). I don't work late...dang you, daylight savings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, there are way more things I love. Like the smell of the crisp air. The flawless gradient of colors. Never do we see such perfection of color like we do when looking at a maple tree spanning from yellow to red, perfectly complemented by the blue sky. Mmm, beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what else I love? I love that my most favorite holidays are packed into two months. Thanksgiving. Christmas. Holidays mean time with my favorite people. For parties, getting together to share what we are thankful for, eating fabulous food, and just the true joys of the season. And Jesus' birthday...where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG NEWS! I am going to Lawrence, Kansas for Christmas!! THIS is truly, truly a first. To have an amazing man who has invited me "home" with him. To meet his family. To experience glimpses of his memories. I really can't wait. Excitement and a twinge of nervousness (totally normal, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It marks change. True change. I recall so vividly the conversation I had with my mom when we were enjoying a dinner for Christmas Eve last year, and I said, "I love this...I just know things won't always be this way." It really was a true moment of cherishing what I had, in that moment. I will miss my dear family on Christmas Day, without a doubt. But the exciting part is what change is on the horizon. I have dreamed of this. To have someone special to share "the holidays" with. Words don't do a sufficient job of capturing what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...to change. Sweet change. New things. New experiences. To the beginning of a couple of my favorite months. I just know it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-6754056089249502295?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/6754056089249502295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=6754056089249502295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6754056089249502295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6754056089249502295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/11/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TN2_9_zJzQI/AAAAAAAABQs/8rsEILTMi08/s72-c/1289590555555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7646476436281621565</id><published>2010-11-08T19:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:26:06.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao Bella!</title><content type='html'>Here is a sneak preview of our trip to Italy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="vp1EFZY0" width="432" height="240" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&amp;e=1289267791&amp;f=EFZY0FawGSYGBUe21AYFQQ&amp;d=161&amp;m=a&amp;r=w&amp;i=m&amp;options="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed id="vp1EFZY0" src="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&amp;e=1289267791&amp;f=EFZY0FawGSYGBUe21AYFQQ&amp;d=161&amp;m=a&amp;r=w&amp;i=m&amp;options=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Animoto is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7646476436281621565?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7646476436281621565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7646476436281621565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7646476436281621565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7646476436281621565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/11/ciao-bella.html' title='Ciao Bella!'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4289232838524532991</id><published>2010-10-27T20:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:39:54.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Too Long...</title><content type='html'>It's been three months since I have written. In the last three months SOOO much has happened!! And, because it has been, most likely, one of the absolute BEST times of my life, I haven't had time to share it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In short, a couple MAJOR things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; I have been swept off my feet by an AMAZING man named Matthew Preston!! Oh, the story is sweet, and keeps getting sweeter. A man whom I've admired for at least two years...and now, we're dating and loving every minute!! It's not quite that simple, but it's at least the very beginning of the story... Here is a picture of this fantastic man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TMjhc-nRVWI/AAAAAAAABQc/Unzvztnymt8/s1600/IMG_5621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TMjhc-nRVWI/AAAAAAAABQc/Unzvztnymt8/s400/IMG_5621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532920030184953186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; I went to Italy for 16 days with 5 fabulous women!! Oh, a trip of a lifetime!! Currently: editing the 1500 photos that I took for our upcoming picture party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TMjhwV_syfI/AAAAAAAABQk/_wNSW1tqrUY/s1600/IMG_7295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TMjhwV_syfI/AAAAAAAABQk/_wNSW1tqrUY/s400/IMG_7295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532920362878945778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...all this to say, it's been amazing. It's surprising, sweet, life-changing, and incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One more thing you guys, God's blessings are so good, so abundant and truly spectacular. And, it's not about the things He pours on our lives, but it IS about the way His love is felt, witnessed and shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-4289232838524532991?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/4289232838524532991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=4289232838524532991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4289232838524532991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4289232838524532991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Too Long...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TMjhc-nRVWI/AAAAAAAABQc/Unzvztnymt8/s72-c/IMG_5621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-2056004385884448647</id><published>2010-07-19T19:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:00:01.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Aches, Sunshine, &amp; Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TER7wC8Tl6I/AAAAAAAABQM/ucsqJcV4BIM/s1600/brisk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TER7wC8Tl6I/AAAAAAAABQM/ucsqJcV4BIM/s400/brisk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495653510652598178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach aches are a total bummer. You know those ones that don't really amount to anything. Just not feeling good enough to do anything productive or exciting, but also not bad enough to sleep the whole day away. This was me on Saturday and Sunday (really hoping it goes away for good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about the stomach ache that I don't know the cause of. I did take advantage of the opportunity to do something I love (and needed). I grabbed my favorite down blanket, a pillow, and my true-fave, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/magazine-more/index.html"&gt;Real Simple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to take them outside to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was brilliantly shiny, and there was a warm breeze that showed up every few moments. I read, and then laid there and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this fun and busy season, I was reminded that time with nothing but relaxation can really be beneficial. Ok, the stomach ache kind of forced me. But, this is a step, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Special Surprise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying my time in the heat, and our neighbor walks by with his puppies. This is our neighbor who talks at high-decibels, gets very passionate about each matter at hand, and usually throws in a few choice words into each sentence. He reminds me of Al Pacino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also the one who found my laptop bag, left notes all over the condo complex, and delivered it to my door when I called him (story later, maybe). And, just last night, there was a car with its lights left on. He knocked on every door to find out who's car it was. He just did not want someone waking up to a car with a run-down battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked by after his walk with his dogs was over and went inside his door. He came right back out and handed me an ice cold, Brisk Lemon Iced-Tea. He says, "It's 95 degrees out here, and you've got to be dying (and crazy) to be out here. But, here you go, a refreshing drink for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I expressed my true appreciation and thankfulness, and laughed because he said I was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's just wanting to get a little sun and sleep (why not both at the same time?) Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet was that!? So thoughtful and unexpected! As I sat there reflecting on such a simple and appreciated gesture, I was reminded that sometimes the simplest things leave the biggest impact. Our neighbor is super awesome, and his thoughtfulness (regardless of anything else) is what stands out the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love simply. Simply love. It doesn't have to be extravagant, it just needs to be genuine. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Like a cold drink on a hot day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-2056004385884448647?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/2056004385884448647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=2056004385884448647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2056004385884448647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2056004385884448647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/07/stomach-aches-sunshine-surprises.html' title='Stomach Aches, Sunshine, &amp; Surprises'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TER7wC8Tl6I/AAAAAAAABQM/ucsqJcV4BIM/s72-c/brisk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-6627104171249881358</id><published>2010-07-11T21:19:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:56:40.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduced Pink</title><content type='html'>Because pink is my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; color, AND I hadn't used it in very much in my home decorating, I thought I would utilize the greatness of it. I was getting a little tired of the seemingly dark colors in my room. Switching out one color really brightened things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Color Scheme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqSGDyoy_I/AAAAAAAABP8/2pPgNdx1kGU/s1600/color1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqSGDyoy_I/AAAAAAAABP8/2pPgNdx1kGU/s320/color1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492863328326306802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Color Scheme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqSOCCSn3I/AAAAAAAABQE/4gMgkimG2wk/s1600/color2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 67px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqSOCCSn3I/AAAAAAAABQE/4gMgkimG2wk/s320/color2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492863465294045042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am pretty sure this is a way bigger deal to me than it really will be to anyone else. But that's really ok. I hope you enjoy the pictures, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqMm6ht3nI/AAAAAAAABOs/nELQa-65DkI/s1600/IMAG0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqMm6ht3nI/AAAAAAAABOs/nELQa-65DkI/s400/IMAG0133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857295705333362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqMmJ-1lfI/AAAAAAAABOk/CR12zdNA-n8/s1600/IMAG0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqMmJ-1lfI/AAAAAAAABOk/CR12zdNA-n8/s400/IMAG0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857282674136562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqMjFH0w2I/AAAAAAAABOU/6JKqwV9F2Sc/s1600/IMAG0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqMjFH0w2I/AAAAAAAABOU/6JKqwV9F2Sc/s400/IMAG0127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857229830046562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqM3fT8NeI/AAAAAAAABPM/WFPZxYMo6VI/s1600/IMAG0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqM3fT8NeI/AAAAAAAABPM/WFPZxYMo6VI/s400/IMAG0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857580457571810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqM2yWMV9I/AAAAAAAABPE/g33Hna7R3fw/s1600/IMAG0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqM2yWMV9I/AAAAAAAABPE/g33Hna7R3fw/s400/IMAG0136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857568387422162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqM2RxewMI/AAAAAAAABO8/HXXbAG5tCzA/s1600/IMAG0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqM2RxewMI/AAAAAAAABO8/HXXbAG5tCzA/s400/IMAG0135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857559643504834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqMnYBKlQI/AAAAAAAABO0/MVJBnUK_mgY/s1600/IMAG0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqMnYBKlQI/AAAAAAAABO0/MVJBnUK_mgY/s400/IMAG0134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857303621866754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the posters in the fourth picture are complements of &lt;a href="http://www.frenchpaper.com&lt;/span&gt;/Index.asp"&gt;french paper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-6627104171249881358?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/6627104171249881358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=6627104171249881358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6627104171249881358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6627104171249881358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/07/introduced-pink.html' title='Introduced Pink'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TDqSGDyoy_I/AAAAAAAABP8/2pPgNdx1kGU/s72-c/color1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7336871211476704706</id><published>2010-06-15T21:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:00:02.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ade &amp; Jey</title><content type='html'>Literally two of my favorite people...Ade and Jey are getting married on July 24th! Their story and the opportunity to journey with them as friends has been such a treat. Holly and I took an afternoon to snap some engagement pics of the phenom couple. Kelli was an amazing help as well. Here is one that I've shared with them. I can't wait to reveal all of them soon. We are waiting for the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBcLPnKif5I/AAAAAAAABN8/1A_CpOpcvbE/s1600/IMG_4688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBcLPnKif5I/AAAAAAAABN8/1A_CpOpcvbE/s400/IMG_4688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482863434185998226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was especially honored to be asked to be a co-maid of honor with Miss Holly! And, as a graphic designer, you can imagine the fun I had picturing the important stuff like what the party invitations were going to look like (not necessarily the food, or the games...but the theme and invites!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there are two creatives in the bridal party, we split up the design projects. My task: the "Rock the Dress" Bridal Shower invites. An opportunity for the gals to dig in their closets for all the old, never-wear-again, bridesmaids dresses! Now's our chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time designing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBcL8jnZqkI/AAAAAAAABOE/QZ4gO90YtTY/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBcL8jnZqkI/AAAAAAAABOE/QZ4gO90YtTY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482864206327425602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's going to be a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7336871211476704706?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7336871211476704706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7336871211476704706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7336871211476704706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7336871211476704706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/06/ade-jey.html' title='Ade &amp; Jey'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBcLPnKif5I/AAAAAAAABN8/1A_CpOpcvbE/s72-c/IMG_4688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5386366914795148869</id><published>2010-06-14T21:39:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:26:04.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A World Away</title><content type='html'>In mid-May, I was able to go to a retreat. It was called "Strengthening the Soul of Your Leadership." I have to be honest and say I wasn't sure what I was signing up for. An invitation from Kami, our SYMC event director turned into three days that truly rocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lead by &lt;a href="http://www.thetransformingcenter.org/ruthbio.php"&gt;Ruth Haley Barton&lt;/a&gt;, and we stayed &lt;a href="http://stritchretreat.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. A serene part of Illinois I never knew existed. A Catholic Monastery and Retreat House adjacent to a seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitations extended...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To silence:&lt;/span&gt; being quiet in a serene place to remove the distractions and busy-ness of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To rest: &lt;/span&gt;turning all "noise" off and resting in God's beautiful presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To solitude:&lt;/span&gt; with Jesus. To be in a place to be able to hear Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To process:&lt;/span&gt; truly hearing and experiencing God in a place "a world away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still tear up thinking of what a gift this was, how amazingly sweet God is, His deep desire to be with us, speak to us, and love us. I came away different. I came away longing for more of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, a solid four hours of solitude, walking in the woods, praying, reading, and amazing Bible teaching from Ruth. Each part was so intentional and moving. Sometimes there are just things that are hard to describe with words. I will never forget this, nor will I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with pictures, I share a glimpse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kami, Sherri, and I arrive to the retreat house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb5bc7VngI/AAAAAAAABLs/ZOk0Qs7WxdM/s1600/retreat_place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb5bc7VngI/AAAAAAAABLs/ZOk0Qs7WxdM/s400/retreat_place.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482843846387015170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;...and set out for a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb50GPUqrI/AAAAAAAABL0/zMDweB8UH5o/s1600/IMG_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb50GPUqrI/AAAAAAAABL0/zMDweB8UH5o/s400/IMG_2444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482844269793553074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb6rmEHkvI/AAAAAAAABL8/lW8VmT8brBg/s1600/IMG_2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb6rmEHkvI/AAAAAAAABL8/lW8VmT8brBg/s400/IMG_2468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482845223229297394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb67PxSMaI/AAAAAAAABME/pQr9IsDCsjo/s1600/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb67PxSMaI/AAAAAAAABME/pQr9IsDCsjo/s400/IMG_2489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482845492122628514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb7KoPV0LI/AAAAAAAABMM/MnxbNWkryAw/s1600/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb7KoPV0LI/AAAAAAAABMM/MnxbNWkryAw/s400/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482845756389183666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb7jduRW9I/AAAAAAAABMU/iTDOB_LZcls/s1600/retreat_gals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb7jduRW9I/AAAAAAAABMU/iTDOB_LZcls/s400/retreat_gals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482846183062854610" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb8LOVjJLI/AAAAAAAABMc/gt3qvHWJVcY/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb8LOVjJLI/AAAAAAAABMc/gt3qvHWJVcY/s400/IMG_2497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482846866127398066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb85W4-5MI/AAAAAAAABMk/Mo9jWP4N9s8/s1600/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb85W4-5MI/AAAAAAAABMk/Mo9jWP4N9s8/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482847658697483458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBcGDIdqUbI/AAAAAAAABN0/Ddag2heEjtM/s1600/IMG_2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBcGDIdqUbI/AAAAAAAABN0/Ddag2heEjtM/s400/IMG_2520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482857722228134322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this amazing gal, Sheramie. Darling, friendly, and just one of those people you know you were meant to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final morning, we thought it would be a ton of fun to take the brilliant, red bikes out for a ride around the breath-taking lake. I am never up at 6:00am, but for this, it was more than worth it. So, morning-eyed, and ready to push past the chill in the air...we did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh, it was fabulous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb-PCBPpOI/AAAAAAAABMs/QTK4bX9isEY/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb-PCBPpOI/AAAAAAAABMs/QTK4bX9isEY/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482849130563740898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb-hMoHxwI/AAAAAAAABM0/xdi_rpIJ3lg/s1600/both_girls_bikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb-hMoHxwI/AAAAAAAABM0/xdi_rpIJ3lg/s400/both_girls_bikes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482849442648803074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_FaMH0WI/AAAAAAAABM8/R62_EQGHegY/s1600/IMG_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_FaMH0WI/AAAAAAAABM8/R62_EQGHegY/s400/IMG_2535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482850064764752226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_H48th0I/AAAAAAAABNc/NHZh3KS1kvo/s1600/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_H48th0I/AAAAAAAABNc/NHZh3KS1kvo/s400/IMG_2556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482850107381352258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_HVKB1lI/AAAAAAAABNU/RD4ZGz7LBCA/s1600/IMG_2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_HVKB1lI/AAAAAAAABNU/RD4ZGz7LBCA/s400/IMG_2552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482850097773532754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_G1FMqJI/AAAAAAAABNM/kucDgEFf_gE/s1600/IMG_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_G1FMqJI/AAAAAAAABNM/kucDgEFf_gE/s400/IMG_2546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482850089163335826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_GIrEKxI/AAAAAAAABNE/K1OAWRta3XM/s1600/IMG_2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_GIrEKxI/AAAAAAAABNE/K1OAWRta3XM/s400/IMG_2539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482850077242567442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_8xfor7I/AAAAAAAABNs/TiiKM5ZijoM/s1600/IMG_2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_8xfor7I/AAAAAAAABNs/TiiKM5ZijoM/s400/IMG_2559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482851015913418674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_8Nbu6bI/AAAAAAAABNk/yXjfbkFWXqo/s1600/IMG_2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb_8Nbu6bI/AAAAAAAABNk/yXjfbkFWXqo/s400/IMG_2558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482851006233373106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God...Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.&lt;/span&gt;...Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere...For the LORD God is a sun and shield; the LORD bestows favor and honor; no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless. O LORD Almighty, blessed is the man who trusts in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;{Psalm 84}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we truly seek to spend more time with Him, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; Redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5386366914795148869?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5386366914795148869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5386366914795148869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5386366914795148869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5386366914795148869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-away.html' title='A World Away'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TBb5bc7VngI/AAAAAAAABLs/ZOk0Qs7WxdM/s72-c/retreat_place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3724868178699355284</id><published>2010-06-05T23:25:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:52:42.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Good At Softball</title><content type='html'>I love summer. Today was a lay-at-the-pool day. It was also one that ended in a bit of a sunburn. That's when you know it's the start of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across these pictures and expect you to laugh AS MUCH as I did when I saw them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What did we do in the summer as youngsters??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drew with sidewalk chalk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAs2ba3V0HI/AAAAAAAABLU/iBjB7r_NQJ8/s1600/sisters_chalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAs2ba3V0HI/AAAAAAAABLU/iBjB7r_NQJ8/s400/sisters_chalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479533216322146418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And washed dishes without shirts?? Weird. I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAs23V71KPI/AAAAAAAABLc/NVC1JXfEK5Y/s1600/sisters_old_dishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAs23V71KPI/AAAAAAAABLc/NVC1JXfEK5Y/s400/sisters_old_dishes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479533696035137778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I attempted to play softball. Here is the photo that clearly showcases my pink, bottle-caps (with girl smurf on the side). It also showcases that I do not know how to hold the bat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAs3EatWK9I/AAAAAAAABLk/17tLUXlu8rM/s1600/v_softball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAs3EatWK9I/AAAAAAAABLk/17tLUXlu8rM/s400/v_softball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479533920654863314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Funny story that is told every time we start talking about tee-ball as little ones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was the coach and so I think he felt bad for at least not letting me play a little bit. So...he put me in outfield where the ball "rarely" went. I would stand in the sun in the thick, itchy softball pants and get bored. So, instead of liking the game, I would bend down, push my face into my glove and stare through the holes in the leather. I would then draw pictures in the dirt while I waited for my playing time to be over. For the only time EVER that the ball could possibly be hit that far out, I was fully entranced in art-with-dirt and face fully in glove. The ball literally rolls through my legs. I scramble around to try to figure out why every one is yelling my name. I end up looking every which way (face in glove...still) to look for the stray ball. Eventually I see it and do my best to throw it infield. Needless to say...softball has never really been my thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3724868178699355284?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3724868178699355284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3724868178699355284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3724868178699355284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3724868178699355284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-good-at-softball.html' title='Never Good At Softball'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAs2ba3V0HI/AAAAAAAABLU/iBjB7r_NQJ8/s72-c/sisters_chalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-659680626276729020</id><published>2010-05-31T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:41:19.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Painting: Sunset</title><content type='html'>I was so honored to be asked to do a couple paintings for a friend. This is definitely a first. His preferences were completely open. His main expectation: inspirational. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is number 3 in this new collage style. Many layers of paper, paint, glue, ink, and really whatever else I can find to make up the end result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have included many up-close shots because that's the fun part...at least I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset&lt;/span&gt; (3' x 2')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACv-twBuJI/AAAAAAAABIk/L_K-nucfCiE/s1600/1_full.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACv-twBuJI/AAAAAAAABIk/L_K-nucfCiE/s400/1_full.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476570638850308242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACxofM5LuI/AAAAAAAABJc/9Mxhfdjx8qc/s1600/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACxofM5LuI/AAAAAAAABJc/9Mxhfdjx8qc/s400/IMG_2809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476572456010985186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwITRlUmI/AAAAAAAABIs/S2yujzae310/s1600/1_paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwITRlUmI/AAAAAAAABIs/S2yujzae310/s400/1_paint.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476570803541987938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwQRUOaVI/AAAAAAAABI0/C5hodss4Tdc/s1600/1_majesty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwQRUOaVI/AAAAAAAABI0/C5hodss4Tdc/s400/1_majesty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476570940455151954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwZ4fGbeI/AAAAAAAABI8/hFiYonDJRhY/s1600/1_sing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwZ4fGbeI/AAAAAAAABI8/hFiYonDJRhY/s400/1_sing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476571105588571618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwi4VZ73I/AAAAAAAABJE/kCtJQCn33k4/s1600/1_guy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwi4VZ73I/AAAAAAAABJE/kCtJQCn33k4/s400/1_guy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476571260166729586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwvxYuVpI/AAAAAAAABJM/Csr_pj3tBdI/s1600/IMG_2822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACwvxYuVpI/AAAAAAAABJM/Csr_pj3tBdI/s400/IMG_2822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476571481639900818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACw50jH1yI/AAAAAAAABJU/zNCYWmgJROc/s1600/1_sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACw50jH1yI/AAAAAAAABJU/zNCYWmgJROc/s400/1_sky.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476571654287513378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You paint the skies for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;Your Majesty.&lt;br /&gt;It's why I sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-659680626276729020?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/659680626276729020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=659680626276729020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/659680626276729020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/659680626276729020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-painting-sunset.html' title='New Painting: Sunset'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACv-twBuJI/AAAAAAAABIk/L_K-nucfCiE/s72-c/1_full.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-2986464535675883461</id><published>2010-05-30T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:00:02.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Needtobreathe &amp; More</title><content type='html'>The Bluebird Theatre in Denver is one of the coolest concert venues. It's small, intimate, and isn't overwhelming. It was such a treat to see Needtobreathe. They are phenomenally talented. Opening was Seabird (really good), and Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers (amazing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a great night with great friends. One of my favorite things: my friend, Minette knew that I had some anxiety 'cause it was standing-room-only, and I can't see over anyone, and so she saved us the most perfect spot right in front of the railing. It was the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnTpOFywI/AAAAAAAABH8/8bTKzgtRRMs/s1600/IMG_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnTpOFywI/AAAAAAAABH8/8bTKzgtRRMs/s320/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476561102806829826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnUN8qGrI/AAAAAAAABIE/biq4uzw2eMo/s1600/IMG_2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnUN8qGrI/AAAAAAAABIE/biq4uzw2eMo/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476561112665823922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnU_UUVsI/AAAAAAAABIM/_NrFErGHMxo/s1600/IMG_2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnU_UUVsI/AAAAAAAABIM/_NrFErGHMxo/s320/IMG_2377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476561125918398146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stephen Kellogg &amp; The Sixers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnVYw_iwI/AAAAAAAABIU/O8ruDirUyJI/s1600/IMG_2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnVYw_iwI/AAAAAAAABIU/O8ruDirUyJI/s320/IMG_2393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476561132749556482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a flipcam in my purse and was able to take some video of thire super, super performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdoHTQKwc9A"&gt;Stephen Kellogg &amp; The Sixers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACmgswB1FI/AAAAAAAABHM/9sBcY4T-Bjs/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACmgswB1FI/AAAAAAAABHM/9sBcY4T-Bjs/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476560227581154386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx5sDIAZ95I"&gt;Needtobreathe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACo127IT-I/AAAAAAAABIc/CQjvI_PsAys/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACo127IT-I/AAAAAAAABIc/CQjvI_PsAys/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476562790112579554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out all the videos I took from the concert &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/veronica0827"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-2986464535675883461?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/2986464535675883461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=2986464535675883461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2986464535675883461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2986464535675883461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/needtobreathe-more.html' title='Needtobreathe &amp; More'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACnTpOFywI/AAAAAAAABH8/8bTKzgtRRMs/s72-c/IMG_2364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7099807054419247069</id><published>2010-05-30T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:00:04.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Picnic</title><content type='html'>To honor the mothers in our family, there was a big picnic in the park. It turned out to be a perfectly sunny day. So perfect that it encouraged everyone (young and old) to go down slides, participate in a tea party, and eat lots of amazing food. Combining both sides of my family is one of my most favorite things. There were over fifteen moms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdgM5m2RI/AAAAAAAABGU/CH4wLHInFxw/s1600/IMG_2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdgM5m2RI/AAAAAAAABGU/CH4wLHInFxw/s400/IMG_2236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476550323426744594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdgx8gpEI/AAAAAAAABGc/HI5pNPJS0K4/s1600/IMG_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdgx8gpEI/AAAAAAAABGc/HI5pNPJS0K4/s400/IMG_2241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476550333371032642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdq_l_jJI/AAAAAAAABG0/HCL8QfkyypY/s1600/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdq_l_jJI/AAAAAAAABG0/HCL8QfkyypY/s400/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476550508833377426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdiMWp-PI/AAAAAAAABGs/BXxURp36JcQ/s1600/IMG_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdiMWp-PI/AAAAAAAABGs/BXxURp36JcQ/s400/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476550357639887090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdhujzLkI/AAAAAAAABGk/NSv9bUmTyR0/s1600/IMG_2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdhujzLkI/AAAAAAAABGk/NSv9bUmTyR0/s400/IMG_2247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476550349641952834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdfs4FS0I/AAAAAAAABGM/ip0aZ8Co__k/s1600/IMG_2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdfs4FS0I/AAAAAAAABGM/ip0aZ8Co__k/s400/IMG_2233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476550314830416706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc4pCxe8I/AAAAAAAABGE/ZQEeqA5n3Fc/s1600/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc4pCxe8I/AAAAAAAABGE/ZQEeqA5n3Fc/s400/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476549643786615746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc368vDHI/AAAAAAAABF8/AiBjd146KxI/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc368vDHI/AAAAAAAABF8/AiBjd146KxI/s400/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476549631413259378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc3XqU7vI/AAAAAAAABF0/8mz22UVI-b0/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc3XqU7vI/AAAAAAAABF0/8mz22UVI-b0/s400/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476549621940809458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc286C1jI/AAAAAAAABFs/9PUexNQtEXA/s1600/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc286C1jI/AAAAAAAABFs/9PUexNQtEXA/s400/IMG_2182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476549614758975026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc2GfhovI/AAAAAAAABFk/roUKfLFHAX4/s1600/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACc2GfhovI/AAAAAAAABFk/roUKfLFHAX4/s400/IMG_2163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476549600152232690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Here are some personal memories that I read aloud to my mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you went to library and picked up all those "bird and bees," and let's-study-anatomy-cause-it's-fun books? And you came home and sat us down to chat about the "important stuff." Later, I found out that it really wasn't an easy thing for you to do, but you did it because you knew you had to. I mean, I would bet that it wasn't super comfortable. Thanks for gettin' cozy with books that were awkward but really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember at State Gymnastics when you came barreling down the bleachers because the judge threatened to disqualify me on vault. You were NOT having it. And you were going to do whatever it took to protect me and stand up for me. Oh, and the previous three nights before when I was writhing in pain over swimmers ear. We were up all hours of the night trying everything to get the pain to stop. I can only imagine how many sleepless nights you have had because of your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the trips to the hospital because you would get a phone call from Val and she would say, "Von got hurt again..." You would spend the night with me in the hospital, order the nurses around, and carry me to the bathroom after the nurse shoots morphine in my IV seconds before I needed to walk. And the nights where you would wake up every few hours on the dot because you needed to make sure I took my pain meds for ANOTHER broken bone. Mom, with you, we always know that we will be taken care of. You're there...no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you hopped on a charter bus of 40 swimmers and divers to ride with us to a meet in New Mexico. Money was tight, but you just didn't want to miss our meet. So, you put up with a drama-filled, loud, and rambuctious group of girls for eight hours so you could be there to support us. Now that's dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were driving to a wedding in Boulder and you inhaled a piece of corn up your nose on accident. It moved to your throat and you couldn't swallow it. After non-chalantly trying to "ah-hem" it out...you started to cough. You finally told Mandi and I what was going on. The 'ah-heming' didn't stop, and either did the laughing. I just remember all of us laughing to tears and you kept saying, "you guys, it's still in there. i can't get it out." Oh, that was funny. And I know, at your expense, but nonetheless, it hopped to the top of memories of my hilarious mom.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7099807054419247069?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7099807054419247069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7099807054419247069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7099807054419247069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7099807054419247069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-picnic.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Picnic'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACdgM5m2RI/AAAAAAAABGU/CH4wLHInFxw/s72-c/IMG_2236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-102972725059671364</id><published>2010-05-29T00:23:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:38:30.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Painting: The Path</title><content type='html'>This is the second painting I did for Paul. It's a triptych in the same style. Layers, layers, and layers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Path&lt;/span&gt; (Each panel is 16" x 20")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzOLDHPLI/AAAAAAAABJk/V3p0mVaQWCY/s1600/2_full.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzOLDHPLI/AAAAAAAABJk/V3p0mVaQWCY/s400/2_full.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476574202947910834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAC1etfid-I/AAAAAAAABKs/bTC1kPwT2Gw/s1600/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAC1etfid-I/AAAAAAAABKs/bTC1kPwT2Gw/s400/IMG_2749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476576686095103970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzYNhwbnI/AAAAAAAABJs/120kHynxows/s1600/2_middle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzYNhwbnI/AAAAAAAABJs/120kHynxows/s400/2_middle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476574375412002418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAC1TiyfKiI/AAAAAAAABKk/XZes4BdILyA/s1600/IMG_2776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAC1TiyfKiI/AAAAAAAABKk/XZes4BdILyA/s400/IMG_2776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476576494243228194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzoJjHyVI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_f-O8FbOFek/s1600/2_path.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzoJjHyVI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_f-O8FbOFek/s400/2_path.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476574649221892434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzyoJyr3I/AAAAAAAABKE/VOV2J8Z7cRw/s1600/2_path_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzyoJyr3I/AAAAAAAABKE/VOV2J8Z7cRw/s400/2_path_close.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476574829235842930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAC0IuqU9NI/AAAAAAAABKU/T1fBFW5qGMo/s1600/2_withus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAC0IuqU9NI/AAAAAAAABKU/T1fBFW5qGMo/s400/2_withus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476575208940041426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACz8qORGrI/AAAAAAAABKM/-VlfvM0RvCQ/s1600/2_midst.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACz8qORGrI/AAAAAAAABKM/-VlfvM0RvCQ/s400/2_midst.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476575001590176434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAC0TFn-AhI/AAAAAAAABKc/hlfwQnUyRNM/s1600/2_texture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TAC0TFn-AhI/AAAAAAAABKc/hlfwQnUyRNM/s400/2_texture.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476575386902856210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To the ends of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;With us.&lt;br /&gt;Together.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-102972725059671364?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/102972725059671364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=102972725059671364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/102972725059671364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/102972725059671364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-painting-path.html' title='New Painting: The Path'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACzOLDHPLI/AAAAAAAABJk/V3p0mVaQWCY/s72-c/2_full.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5194116748428643845</id><published>2010-05-28T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:04:07.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Weekend in Estes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACXizgP1KI/AAAAAAAABFM/ZVraijGjHAU/s1600/estes_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACXizgP1KI/AAAAAAAABFM/ZVraijGjHAU/s400/estes_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476543771079333026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet couple days with some of the best women I know. Picture eighteen gals, a cabin in the mountains, sleeping bags everywhere, snacks, and card games, shopping in downtown Estes and dinner at a unique local restaurant will dollar bills pasted to the walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a devotional time on dreams, plans, and what God is calling us to. It started with &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0002278.cfm"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;. Refreshing and hilarious weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5194116748428643845?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5194116748428643845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5194116748428643845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5194116748428643845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5194116748428643845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-weekend-in-estes.html' title='Girls Weekend in Estes'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/TACXizgP1KI/AAAAAAAABFM/ZVraijGjHAU/s72-c/estes_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3716451563483376497</id><published>2010-05-28T09:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:38:00.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S__jNBSRJZI/AAAAAAAABE0/UDPqv1Yfh5c/s1600/ev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S__jNBSRJZI/AAAAAAAABE0/UDPqv1Yfh5c/s200/ev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476345484728673682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothin' says fresh like my nephew, Everett wearing his aunt Von's glasses, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog looks different, I know. And...so clean, huh? My blog header will be updated with something new and nice, real soon. There are also so many things I want to share here...soon too. Like the pictures from a retreat at a Catholic monastery, and the invites that just hit the mail for a dear friend's bridal shower...oh and the full pictures of the new paintings I just finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this list is lengthy. When you come back...maybe it will be "refreshed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Friday, friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3716451563483376497?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3716451563483376497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3716451563483376497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3716451563483376497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3716451563483376497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S__jNBSRJZI/AAAAAAAABE0/UDPqv1Yfh5c/s72-c/ev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5326633941794847680</id><published>2010-05-25T22:11:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:47:25.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Expense...</title><content type='html'>The latest, greatest news is that I have finished four paintings! I know, very exciting, right? It has been quite a process, and Mr. Paul has been patiently waiting as I carve out some creative time and pour over the details of each one. I deliver them tomorrow: one large painting, and three smaller ones making a triptych. Can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have included a preview of one of them. I didn't want to spoil his excitement with mine. You know, by posting full previews on my blog before he was able to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ykH7Z2lJI/AAAAAAAABDc/P3rgGcKXkdU/s1600/IMG_2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ykH7Z2lJI/AAAAAAAABDc/P3rgGcKXkdU/s400/IMG_2798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475431703087846546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, something I have realized: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am a MESSY painter&lt;/span&gt; (collage-artist or whatever you might consider it). But seriously...I was recalling the process that my entire house, wardrobe, and furniture go through in the creation of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in just two days, I have recorded the three things (there are more) that have kind-of been ruined at the expense of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ymWzCEPOI/AAAAAAAABD8/0Gw3-F0ydUs/s1600/IMG_2814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ymWzCEPOI/AAAAAAAABD8/0Gw3-F0ydUs/s200/IMG_2814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475434157561887970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. My carpet&lt;/span&gt; (don't tell my landlord). Last night, the water that my paint-filled brushes went in tipped over. It was water...but with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;paint&lt;/span&gt; in it! I scrubbed the carpet, but I think there is still a spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ymXrwiZFI/AAAAAAAABEE/i2SwxibjoCk/s1600/IMG_2815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ymXrwiZFI/AAAAAAAABEE/i2SwxibjoCk/s200/IMG_2815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475434172789187666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. My favorite, size extra-large sweat pants.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, they are covered in decoupage, and paint. Mostly because I was comfortable and didn't want to change. I then convinced myself that I was fine if they got ruined. I'm not sure that was smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ymYBGMotI/AAAAAAAABEM/K4WSI_5i6oQ/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ymYBGMotI/AAAAAAAABEM/K4WSI_5i6oQ/s200/IMG_2813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475434178517181138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The arm of my couch.&lt;/span&gt; I know, I bet you are thinking, wow...how careless can you be? Well, friends, the creative process is interesting, and I don't know what happens, but all cares kind of slip away. Including the possibility that if I lay my ink-filled letters on the couch, the ink &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; affect the green suede underneath. Ugh. Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am chuckling now. Cause it really is kind of ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I'm messy. My art is messy. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love it still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5326633941794847680?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5326633941794847680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5326633941794847680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5326633941794847680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5326633941794847680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-expense.html' title='At the Expense...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S_ykH7Z2lJI/AAAAAAAABDc/P3rgGcKXkdU/s72-c/IMG_2798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3086520233887848391</id><published>2010-05-12T23:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:38:45.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful &amp; Tardy</title><content type='html'>It's true...I am forgetful...and late sometimes...and well, yeah. So, my older sister's birthday was Tuesday, and we went to dinner. On the way there, I realized I forgot her birthday card at home. I had left work later than I should have and didn't have time to go to the store or home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated with myself...about the card and lack of time-management, I was trying to think of a creative way to "fix" it. I was searching around in my car to see if ANYTHING could help redeem the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you can make a card out of:&lt;br /&gt;- bottom of a list. tear it, and fold it in half&lt;br /&gt;- paper towel. tear off the pink flower.&lt;br /&gt;- a starbucks sandwich bag. there is a black sticker with the word "great" twice.&lt;br /&gt;- a colored paper clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-uP60dDX8I/AAAAAAAABDM/63vtWvFnyFo/s1600/0511001951a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-uP60dDX8I/AAAAAAAABDM/63vtWvFnyFo/s400/0511001951a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470624413047283650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-uQEIK2HgI/AAAAAAAABDU/_XPC6LolCUU/s1600/0511001951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-uQEIK2HgI/AAAAAAAABDU/_XPC6LolCUU/s400/0511001951.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470624572958449154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandi loved it. She laughed and wasn't annoyed or even the least bit upset about my quirks. Happy 29th Mandi! Love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3086520233887848391?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3086520233887848391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3086520233887848391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3086520233887848391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3086520233887848391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/forgetful-tardy.html' title='Forgetful &amp; Tardy'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-uP60dDX8I/AAAAAAAABDM/63vtWvFnyFo/s72-c/0511001951a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-340110873804642522</id><published>2010-05-06T20:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:23:54.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Day</title><content type='html'>Remember this "want to" from &lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-N8E6QT_lI/AAAAAAAABC8/_z30JfEZCvU/s1600/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-N8E6QT_lI/AAAAAAAABC8/_z30JfEZCvU/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468350796356910674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can check that off my little list. (the create part, not the "be a mom" part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Story:&lt;/span&gt; On the way home from Florida (on the crazy-long-3-hour-flight), I created a collage out of words I found in a Vogue magazine. I didn't intend for it to be made of use for something, but it came in handy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned it, edited it, and added a quote that seriously had me tearing up. I printed them up as Mother's Day cards for each mom I was going to see at our family BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-N8b8ayLLI/AAAAAAAABDE/h6yxaEj5EHM/s1600/mothers_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-N8b8ayLLI/AAAAAAAABDE/h6yxaEj5EHM/s400/mothers_day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468351192074693810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The quote is hard to read, so here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wrote out some dear memories for my mom from over the years and read them to her out loud. (I might post them later, after some editing :) I hope she knows how great of a mom she is!! She has been quite the example, and my two sisters are living up to amazing motherhood themselves. They are so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-340110873804642522?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/340110873804642522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=340110873804642522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/340110873804642522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/340110873804642522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/moms-day.html' title='Mom&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-N8E6QT_lI/AAAAAAAABC8/_z30JfEZCvU/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-2187639794029765371</id><published>2010-05-05T22:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:34:23.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-JGh7tImvI/AAAAAAAABC0/aU7k3AlAaq4/s1600/IMG_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-JGh7tImvI/AAAAAAAABC0/aU7k3AlAaq4/s400/IMG_2031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468010446357830386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color is this color. This pink color. It's on this tree right outside my window. It's beautiful, with its adorable flowers. And I can stare at it whenever I want. Well, until the budding is over. But until then, I will remain thankful that it's there. And so pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-2187639794029765371?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/2187639794029765371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=2187639794029765371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2187639794029765371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2187639794029765371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-JGh7tImvI/AAAAAAAABC0/aU7k3AlAaq4/s72-c/IMG_2031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7686158257132189198</id><published>2010-05-04T21:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:53:29.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four amazing days.&lt;/span&gt; In Florida with no plans, per say, except to relax, and cherish the one-on-one time with Val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-DrDsXMZbI/AAAAAAAABCs/na-MJLC_CfI/s1600/florida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-DrDsXMZbI/AAAAAAAABCs/na-MJLC_CfI/s400/florida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467628396308358578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some sweet highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;• Leaving Colorado&lt;/span&gt; in flip flops slushing through the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;• Realizing&lt;/span&gt; early-on how seamless it is to travel with Val. I mean, we are twins. But there really is this communication that is unspoken and understood. It was especially sweet to be reminded of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;• Staying 300ft (literally) from Downtown Disney&lt;/span&gt; was such a treat. Walk down a path, cross the street, and here we are. Love the atmosphere of Disney!! No matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;• Sleeping in.&lt;/span&gt; There were days when I needed to push away feelings of guilt. But I loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;• Running errands.&lt;/span&gt; I would set out each day for something. We decided it would be good to grab some groceries, and lunch while we sat at the pool. So I set out to do so. I got lost (partially blaming Google Maps) and I took an impromptu tour of everything Disney...to find out the next day that everything we needed was three blocks away (did I mention that I don't really like Google Maps?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;• Val's adorable outfits. &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, she is a fabulous dresser. She looked great in her "professional" attire each time she came out of one of her seminars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Shopping.&lt;/span&gt; We found an outlet mall that we loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Pool time.&lt;/span&gt; I got a little too sunburned, but it's turning to a tan by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;• Hammock time.&lt;/span&gt; There was a perfect hammock that I sat in during quiet times. It really was as perfect as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;• Creative time.&lt;/span&gt; I brought my watercolors, glue, and sketchbook so that I could make collages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of trip definitely goes on the "I must do this again" list. Thanks Val, for letting me tag along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7686158257132189198?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7686158257132189198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7686158257132189198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7686158257132189198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7686158257132189198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-agenda.html' title='No Agenda'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S-DrDsXMZbI/AAAAAAAABCs/na-MJLC_CfI/s72-c/florida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8667319825199289339</id><published>2010-05-03T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:26:52.661-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty salt and peppers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks straw wrappers'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>The trip was really, really great. I've never had a "vacation" like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, I sat at the pool and my goal was to make a collage out of found things. I had my purse and my Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a preview. More on the trip soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S9-TX2riTpI/AAAAAAAABCk/5ngc0JZ1KC0/s1600/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S9-TX2riTpI/AAAAAAAABCk/5ngc0JZ1KC0/s400/IMG_1926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467250510675463826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8667319825199289339?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8667319825199289339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8667319825199289339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8667319825199289339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8667319825199289339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S9-TX2riTpI/AAAAAAAABCk/5ngc0JZ1KC0/s72-c/IMG_1926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8280796061041575878</id><published>2010-04-28T22:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:17:02.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S9kH278nC9I/AAAAAAAABCc/Apk0fwff26Q/s1600/450974588_e88b07c48b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S9kH278nC9I/AAAAAAAABCc/Apk0fwff26Q/s400/450974588_e88b07c48b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465408263177046994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Val and I are leaving tomorrow morning for Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First time for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. an impromptu trip where I just needed to get the flight and my food (amazing)&lt;br /&gt;2. not planning what we will do (Val is in seminars during the day...I have zero plans)&lt;br /&gt;3. staying at the Walt Disney World hotel (how could I pass that up?)&lt;br /&gt;4. one-on-one time with Val (well since maybe 2005). Solo during the day and time with her hanging out at night.&lt;br /&gt;5. sleeping, reading, driving to the beach, getting a tan, and journaling are actually legit to-do items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Really thankful for this opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Image: Toni Frissell: Weeki Wachee spring, Florida. Originally published by Harper's Bazaar in their December 1947 issue, and later by Sports Illustrated in 1955, it has since been used for a number of record covers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8280796061041575878?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8280796061041575878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8280796061041575878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8280796061041575878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8280796061041575878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/04/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S9kH278nC9I/AAAAAAAABCc/Apk0fwff26Q/s72-c/450974588_e88b07c48b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7841389237235264937</id><published>2010-04-18T21:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:00:44.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown Denver</title><content type='html'>My sisters and I planned a couple days in "the city" for my mom's birthday. Her only request, "I want to be with my family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8vUc34wKsI/AAAAAAAABCU/BnV4uxX0JhY/s1600/moms_bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8vUc34wKsI/AAAAAAAABCU/BnV4uxX0JhY/s400/moms_bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461692565620271810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sweet memories from our short weekend in Denver &lt;br /&gt;for Mom's 50th Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving to see my nieces and nephew pull their little suitcases through the hotel lobby. It was a train of adorable young-ins pulling luggage that was too big for them. Their determination made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching as the little ones plastered their faces to the glass because they loved all of the water life they saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a supportive family when we entered "the desert" portion where there were snakes on both sides. Even though i am not proud of the phobia, they were so helpful in getting me through without seeing any of those yucky creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding in the back of the Edinger van with Val driving. My mom and I exchanged many glances as we laughed at her crazy driving. Her comment, "I never get to drive like this in Sterling!" Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating at the "Taste of Philly," and talking my dad into getting an old-fashioned cream soda so I could have the bottle. Of course he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at the hotel pool. This was Kaitlynn's favorite part of the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting dressed up to walk a couple blocks, hop in the downtown bus, ride a few more block to eat at the Cheesecake Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being downtown. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting turn of events led us to end our weekend quickly. My grandma was very sick. My mom wasn't going to be OK until she was with her. So, we paid for our drinks, hurried to the hotel, and packed up in record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among many things, I love my family for the way they handle situations. We made the decision to leave, and within a short time, we were all working together to get home as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was shorter than we thought, but it was fabulous still. It was a good decision to come home for my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 50th Birthday, Mom!! (on Tuesday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7841389237235264937?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7841389237235264937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7841389237235264937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7841389237235264937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7841389237235264937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/04/downtown-denver.html' title='Downtown Denver'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8vUc34wKsI/AAAAAAAABCU/BnV4uxX0JhY/s72-c/moms_bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-6506497235978248428</id><published>2010-04-16T22:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:55:02.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Words</title><content type='html'>I spent some time tonight (the time I needed to spend packing), adding some words to &lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-experiment.html"&gt;this painting&lt;/a&gt;. I wasn't sure if I was truly finished, and I wondered if I would go back and add something. I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go together.&lt;br /&gt;You and I walking forward.&lt;br /&gt;The distance is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can stop to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Strength.&lt;br /&gt;Journey.&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-DJNNdbI/AAAAAAAABBs/vcnFID4C6fM/s1600/painting_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-DJNNdbI/AAAAAAAABBs/vcnFID4C6fM/s400/painting_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460964246895293874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-PC7Fo1I/AAAAAAAABB0/uA-7EgCKRu8/s1600/painting_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-PC7Fo1I/AAAAAAAABB0/uA-7EgCKRu8/s400/painting_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460964451367101266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-W9uS-RI/AAAAAAAABB8/L8G6T9-Az4k/s1600/painting_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-W9uS-RI/AAAAAAAABB8/L8G6T9-Az4k/s400/painting_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460964587410225426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-edAoCrI/AAAAAAAABCE/iIvBCCIk4Y0/s1600/painting_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-edAoCrI/AAAAAAAABCE/iIvBCCIk4Y0/s400/painting_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460964716067687090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-mrKMhWI/AAAAAAAABCM/eKWpxEMjntU/s1600/painting_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-mrKMhWI/AAAAAAAABCM/eKWpxEMjntU/s400/painting_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460964857304876386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-6506497235978248428?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/6506497235978248428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=6506497235978248428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6506497235978248428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6506497235978248428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-words.html' title='New Words'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8k-DJNNdbI/AAAAAAAABBs/vcnFID4C6fM/s72-c/painting_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-716455451495987217</id><published>2010-04-14T22:32:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:45:08.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in Pictures</title><content type='html'>I love them. And I love the ways I have been able to spend my time lately. I desire to capture it. If anything gets me excited, it has to be this type of thing. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Work Desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXVvui11I/AAAAAAAAA_M/YzxDTXo-k9Y/s1600/1270076780235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXVvui11I/AAAAAAAAA_M/YzxDTXo-k9Y/s400/1270076780235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460217998078039890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Downtown Loveland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXuTGnDhI/AAAAAAAAA_s/hVR6BTXGx74/s1600/1270140648454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXuTGnDhI/AAAAAAAAA_s/hVR6BTXGx74/s400/1270140648454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218419891080722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXt62QM8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/hn5LovWGhcw/s1600/1270140597332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXt62QM8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/hn5LovWGhcw/s400/1270140597332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218413380023234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXttYKEEI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Q8_vFJZMVKU/s1600/1270140138726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXttYKEEI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Q8_vFJZMVKU/s400/1270140138726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218409764130882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXtXj1B3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/k70ibYyjndw/s1600/1270140042587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXtXj1B3I/AAAAAAAAA_U/k70ibYyjndw/s400/1270140042587.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218403907503986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYFJ_IhlI/AAAAAAAAA_0/GaYKPVG3ilE/s1600/1270140865323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYFJ_IhlI/AAAAAAAAA_0/GaYKPVG3ilE/s400/1270140865323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218812580791890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYbsUYprI/AAAAAAAABAM/I9w0VFPMopE/s1600/1270734687681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYbsUYprI/AAAAAAAABAM/I9w0VFPMopE/s400/1270734687681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219199753856690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYSGcJvrI/AAAAAAAABAE/snBeDDfYPFM/s1600/1270734747705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYSGcJvrI/AAAAAAAABAE/snBeDDfYPFM/s400/1270734747705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219034967064242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aZFsET63I/AAAAAAAABA0/0wAokYuN7Cc/s1600/1271090307508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aZFsET63I/AAAAAAAABA0/0wAokYuN7Cc/s400/1271090307508.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219921240943474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Running the Lakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYyixxqbI/AAAAAAAABAs/xfmwu2ib_Ps/s1600/1271304054974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYyixxqbI/AAAAAAAABAs/xfmwu2ib_Ps/s400/1271304054974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219592329767346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYyfwBHQI/AAAAAAAABAk/0kekTg6L_No/s1600/1271304000784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYyfwBHQI/AAAAAAAABAk/0kekTg6L_No/s400/1271304000784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219591517084930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYyB_xsOI/AAAAAAAABAc/oyxZaAfm1r4/s1600/1270734954013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYyB_xsOI/AAAAAAAABAc/oyxZaAfm1r4/s400/1270734954013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219583530119394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYxzPLzDI/AAAAAAAABAU/JOgyCIJjEmc/s1600/1270734809840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aYxzPLzDI/AAAAAAAABAU/JOgyCIJjEmc/s400/1270734809840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219579568213042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aZSQb7fII/AAAAAAAABA8/GxRzGtDJDSc/s1600/1270140005748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aZSQb7fII/AAAAAAAABA8/GxRzGtDJDSc/s400/1270140005748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460220137162112130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Fragrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aZbQTdGBI/AAAAAAAABBE/tKIz3y9SNkE/s1600/1271304622107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aZbQTdGBI/AAAAAAAABBE/tKIz3y9SNkE/s400/1271304622107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460220291745388562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-716455451495987217?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/716455451495987217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=716455451495987217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/716455451495987217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/716455451495987217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-in-pictures.html' title='Time in Pictures'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8aXVvui11I/AAAAAAAAA_M/YzxDTXo-k9Y/s72-c/1270076780235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-497315396683937843</id><published>2010-04-13T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:29:20.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8T-SG4nkDI/AAAAAAAAA_E/hr8ii2VGgMA/s1600/wantto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8T-SG4nkDI/AAAAAAAAA_E/hr8ii2VGgMA/s400/wantto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459768235319070770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-497315396683937843?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/497315396683937843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=497315396683937843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/497315396683937843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/497315396683937843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to.html' title='I Want To...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S8T-SG4nkDI/AAAAAAAAA_E/hr8ii2VGgMA/s72-c/wantto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7020016974226696871</id><published>2010-04-06T17:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:13:41.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phoenix</title><content type='html'>I know that some already know who the band, Phoenix is...but I loved their new series of videos that they made. Walking, traveling around Paris, they bring their equipment and perform. Loved the vibe. And always love seeing "live" and acoustic performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: they are French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=io_pXLtY0R0&amp;feature=related"&gt;1901&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7vNqQCupHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/v20dIMp_GNo/s1600/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7vNqQCupHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/v20dIMp_GNo/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457181499234100338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfQbB0xeao8&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisztomania: One Time Too Many&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7vN1So4fHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/94C5irDcrOU/s1600/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7vN1So4fHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/94C5irDcrOU/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457181688909560946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7V5wH1g4gnM&amp;feature=related"&gt;A Long Distance Call&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7vODECUVyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/6sR6QSCOg6w/s1600/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7vODECUVyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/6sR6QSCOg6w/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457181925507880738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7020016974226696871?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7020016974226696871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7020016974226696871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7020016974226696871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7020016974226696871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-phoenix.html' title='New Phoenix'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7vNqQCupHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/v20dIMp_GNo/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3199649103099630796</id><published>2010-04-04T23:02:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:21:46.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>Full of just really fun times. This weekend had so many fun things and fun moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Starting this weekend being reminded what it's all about. I will tell the story later (maybe), but it was one of those "I have to do this moments," driven by tears, heart-racing, and knowing full well that it was laid on my heart by God. As I drove to Sterling, I remembered the gift that Jesus is. His death and resurrection is something that I desire to seek the meaning of everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Getting to spend 3.5 hours with Val and Necole getting our hair done! A quaint little (really little) town that is a dream place for someone who loves vintage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwFrCch4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/LK3sH-NzFeo/s1600/1270249261876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwFrCch4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/LK3sH-NzFeo/s400/1270249261876.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456515666290706306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwO6SsI2I/AAAAAAAAA9c/uIWvvylaW94/s1600/1270251245976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwO6SsI2I/AAAAAAAAA9c/uIWvvylaW94/s400/1270251245976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456515825004192610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwV3wNXPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Rd0MGo8lPoU/s1600/1270275301027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwV3wNXPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Rd0MGo8lPoU/s400/1270275301027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456515944581782770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Nursing party with Val. It was great to be able to meet and hang out with my twin, and meet those who she works with. Nursing lingo that I didn't know...definitely present :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Getting hit in the eye with a flashlight. The story is actually really sweet. Ev came running into the bedroom where I sleep, hopped up on the bed, and said, "Wake up, Aunt Von!!" He was swinging around the flashlight to help the process. He got excited and threw it. It hit me in the eye. Oh man, these are true moments of pain and panic, and it's hard to know what to say. I explained to Ev that he shouldn't throw things because it can hurt people (like my eye...right now) He sweetly whispered sorry, and he had officially woken me up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Easter egg hunt, naps, BBQ, and kites. The day started early at the chilly park to watch little ones pick up eggs. Then, we went back to the house where I proceeded to fall asleep. The thing is, when I am Sterling, I feel like my need for sleep/relaxation goes way up. Authentic BBQ that we took to the park and ate, and shortly after, we flew kites in the windy weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lxkTCOfkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/bg9dpr8SelY/s1600/1270428165950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lxkTCOfkI/AAAAAAAAA-c/bg9dpr8SelY/s400/1270428165950.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456517291934907970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Watching the rest of my immediate family show up. It is so exciting when "the clan" gets there. The cousins are so ecstatic to see each other. It's adorable. They squeal in excitement, and lovingly greet each other (how a 1, 2, 3, and 6 year-old would)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Another full day of family. We started by going to church which was sweet, emotional, and moving. All the girls walked out with tissue. We hid so many eggs for the little ones to find, Aaron made prime rib, and the rest of the crew rode 4-wheelers. The plan was for "everyone" to come for lunch. This Easter, it meant 26 people from both sides of my parents' families. It was sweet, exciting chaos. Food was phenomenal, and it was hours of everyone in and out, riding, playing, chatting, and snacking. Really wouldn't have changed anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lw5S11L1I/AAAAAAAAA98/3JxSYL6Nxl4/s1600/1270427738840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lw5S11L1I/AAAAAAAAA98/3JxSYL6Nxl4/s400/1270427738840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456516553148542802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lxCOSWPUI/AAAAAAAAA-E/EeJaryzEqkw/s1600/1270427884197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lxCOSWPUI/AAAAAAAAA-E/EeJaryzEqkw/s400/1270427884197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456516706544794946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev just wanted to play with his shovel. He was kind of over the whole egg hunt thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lxQraRAqI/AAAAAAAAA-M/6FxB77fxFjs/s1600/1270405759652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lxQraRAqI/AAAAAAAAA-M/6FxB77fxFjs/s400/1270405759652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456516954880803490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lxYnu30WI/AAAAAAAAA-U/fP4kRryIpbk/s1600/1270427809325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lxYnu30WI/AAAAAAAAA-U/fP4kRryIpbk/s400/1270427809325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456517091332444514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwsrhlUuI/AAAAAAAAA90/x3rQH5Qs8W8/s1600/1270405523075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwsrhlUuI/AAAAAAAAA90/x3rQH5Qs8W8/s400/1270405523075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456516336436204258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lx8AaZC5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/5sbdM6h77y0/s1600/1270312709598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lx8AaZC5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/5sbdM6h77y0/s400/1270312709598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456517699252849554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What a blessed time of fellowship with fabulous people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The photos are compliments of my Driod + phone app with the most fun photos effects on it. More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3199649103099630796?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3199649103099630796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3199649103099630796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3199649103099630796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3199649103099630796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-easter-weekend.html' title='My Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7lwFrCch4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/LK3sH-NzFeo/s72-c/1270249261876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-49451400914737239</id><published>2010-03-30T17:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:36:47.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7KKdSchB8I/AAAAAAAAA9M/mpH3HM24Hh0/s1600/understand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7KKdSchB8I/AAAAAAAAA9M/mpH3HM24Hh0/s400/understand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454574334471374786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought I wrote on a piece of scrap paper. It lead me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Trust in the Lord with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt;In all your ways acknowledge him,&lt;br /&gt;And he will make your paths straight.”&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-49451400914737239?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/49451400914737239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=49451400914737239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/49451400914737239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/49451400914737239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/03/dwell.html' title='Dwell'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S7KKdSchB8I/AAAAAAAAA9M/mpH3HM24Hh0/s72-c/understand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3035905736007794460</id><published>2010-03-23T23:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:24:42.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Experiment</title><content type='html'>Over the past few nights, I have experimented with some new art. We had an old frame with a not-so-good painting on it, so I thought I would use the 24" x 24" art for something new. I started with paper and glue, and then layered over the top with paint and a found photo. It's the largest piece I've done, and about halfway through I realized the challenge it is to do larger scale art. Loving the unexpected details that happen when gluing, painting, and tearing are involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the biggest spring snow that I can remember. The night's plans were canceled and we are snowed in. Holly and I turned on our favorite music and had some fun. She created a fabulous piece of work tonight as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet to be titled and I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; it's finished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S6mhe8fTimI/AAAAAAAAA8s/dtPard6C_Yk/s1600/IMG_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S6mhe8fTimI/AAAAAAAAA8s/dtPard6C_Yk/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452066376914274914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S6mhpVdyKpI/AAAAAAAAA80/eD7qdytA_YU/s1600/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S6mhpVdyKpI/AAAAAAAAA80/eD7qdytA_YU/s400/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452066555417471634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S6mh4M0IFHI/AAAAAAAAA88/mxxwkeIrZ5Y/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S6mh4M0IFHI/AAAAAAAAA88/mxxwkeIrZ5Y/s400/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452066810793301106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3035905736007794460?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3035905736007794460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3035905736007794460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3035905736007794460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3035905736007794460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-experiment.html' title='New Experiment'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S6mhe8fTimI/AAAAAAAAA8s/dtPard6C_Yk/s72-c/IMG_1306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8838954595157793615</id><published>2010-03-08T21:33:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:51:58.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Youth Ministry Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chicago. February 26-March 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to know where to start. But, I must start by saying that we serve youth workers. This is for them. They love and serve the youth of the future, and our goal is to make them feel appreciated, and send them out with refreshed perspectives and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A four day conference that we spend many months preparing for. If I could sum up my personal experience with one statement, it would be: "Seeing these youth workers experience healing, encouragement, and Jesus...makes every moment leading up to it worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this opportunity to be a part of the creative concept and execution is something I've never experienced quite like this. I don't want to sound cliche when I say this, but do you ever have those moments that you feel like you know you could have never crafted them yourself? You could have never envisioned God's goodness quite like He lavishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A humbling, amazing, affirming...gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The week was filled with the greatest memories with the most fantastic team. Every year I come away not knowing when I laughed as hard, stayed up as long, or had so many great moments in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this blog post to be snippets of the facets of the conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The General Sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were jam-packed with hilarious, heart-felt, and inspirational messages. Doug Fields, Rick Lawrence, Duffy Robbins, Jeanne Mayo, The Skit Guys, tobyMac, Nicole C. Mullen...the list continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Griffin and Jake Rutenbar emcee'd flawlessly. See this year's premier of Jake's video, "Fight the Youth Ministry Stereotype." Find it &lt;a href="http://www.morethandodgeball.com/fight-the-youth-ministry-stereotype/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; You can also find other fun details from the conference &lt;a href="http://www.morethandodgeball.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here is the fantastic intro video by Dave Harris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-273087aaf71cf0a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0273087aaf71cf0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62BD7F8FF2886FAA6B1189F8816091269B33CED0.36AD24AB44F827B7B17E8FB798A6D94C46FC4434%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D273087aaf71cf0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHEByFj9UQ-f07j3vbABPST1FYNI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0273087aaf71cf0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62BD7F8FF2886FAA6B1189F8816091269B33CED0.36AD24AB44F827B7B17E8FB798A6D94C46FC4434%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D273087aaf71cf0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHEByFj9UQ-f07j3vbABPST1FYNI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here are some highlights of the Participant Journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to experiment with all new printing. It was really awesome to be able to print on chipboard and utilize a foil stamp. First time ever! It was a journal with devotionals from the general session speakers, and a conference info in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgEDSDxNI/AAAAAAAAA7k/gEaj4jCRn8Y/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgEDSDxNI/AAAAAAAAA7k/gEaj4jCRn8Y/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446505684579632338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XiObZAk3I/AAAAAAAAA8k/SLXa99yOEvQ/s1600-h/journal_perseverance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XiObZAk3I/AAAAAAAAA8k/SLXa99yOEvQ/s400/journal_perseverance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446508061873181554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5Xhw-vi2oI/AAAAAAAAA8U/vHapN5HwLkI/s1600-h/journal_teampage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5Xhw-vi2oI/AAAAAAAAA8U/vHapN5HwLkI/s400/journal_teampage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446507555966868098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5Xh-GlMG4I/AAAAAAAAA8c/idzwE3JqknE/s1600-h/journal_pages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5Xh-GlMG4I/AAAAAAAAA8c/idzwE3JqknE/s400/journal_pages.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446507781409217410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This was a collage that the three designers collaborated on.&lt;/span&gt; Each of us designed what legacy meant to us, and I combined them into one piece. See if you can guess who is who. Then, they were turned into postcards that were bound into the journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgPquxYHI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Q3ROsHIqXNY/s1600-h/journal_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgPquxYHI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Q3ROsHIqXNY/s400/journal_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446505884147605618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SYMC Bookstore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up with new ideas for the bookstore was also a new initiative. We landed on: Storm's wire trees, cardboard placemats painted with bright green paint, torn carboard boxes with LED lights inside to highlight product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgkMQh-yI/AAAAAAAAA70/enyTNw4plUY/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgkMQh-yI/AAAAAAAAA70/enyTNw4plUY/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446506236744956706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5Xgklyy9vI/AAAAAAAAA78/qCy7F2gHFn4/s1600-h/05i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5Xgklyy9vI/AAAAAAAAA78/qCy7F2gHFn4/s400/05i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446506243599562482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XglyeEu6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/gIQz5ihn6UY/s1600-h/05g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XglyeEu6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/gIQz5ihn6UY/s400/05g.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446506264182176674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgmuMREvI/AAAAAAAAA8M/YlMJlW56U3w/s1600-h/05j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgmuMREvI/AAAAAAAAA8M/YlMJlW56U3w/s400/05j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446506280213615346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is a video&lt;/span&gt; of the photos that Craig DeMartino and I took while there. Music by Tim Timmons. (A Thousands Amens) Find it &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-music&amp;field-keywords=Tim+Timmons&amp;x=0&amp;y=0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d5c9867b4a3d1cf3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5c9867b4a3d1cf3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF518D3B432B6A853C2751E9CD40623231B32365.C8D451FC6CADAE8AA957B281202E2C6F8DF51C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5c9867b4a3d1cf3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBx1Dz3tBZ_Q_sWAwrvxZ0F6K6o0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5c9867b4a3d1cf3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF518D3B432B6A853C2751E9CD40623231B32365.C8D451FC6CADAE8AA957B281202E2C6F8DF51C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5c9867b4a3d1cf3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBx1Dz3tBZ_Q_sWAwrvxZ0F6K6o0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A few personal highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Leaving my suitcase at the check-in counter, only to realize it later after we had went to our rooms, and were getting ready to head downtown for dinner. "Hey, that suitcase looks familiar...wait! It's mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Ordering nine (yeah, nine) chicago-style-stuffed-pizzas at Giordano's. There was SO much left. BUT, the guys were able to give the leftovers to a dad and a son who were on the streets, hungry. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Searching for Chris and Matty in American Girl. The sweet dad's were picking up some very important gifts for their daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Morning One: discovering that my mousse had exploded all over my entire suitcase. I had not given myself enough time to blow-dry my clothes, get ready, and catch the shuttle. I ran out to realize that I had, in fact missed the shuttle. Our hotel was 11 blocks from the conference center. Full of frustration, I made the walk. Slippery snowboots, dirty, slushy snow, no sidewalks, fifty pound laptop, four pound camera...you get the drift :) I walked up to what would be the bookstore windows with most of the team standing on the other side. It was said that I "looked like I could kill someone..." Let's just say, it wasn't one of my most honorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• At 2am, Matty giving us a play-by-play of the elderly couple hanging out in the Aloft lobby. After that, he and Storm would only have to say one word, and they broke in to the most intense, junior high laughter. I had no idea what was said, but ended up laughing to tears anyway. It was about the fifth consecutive, really late night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Seeing and hearing Duffy Robbins sing. I had no idea. It was such a fun surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• For the first time ever, Andy Brazelton went up on stage!! He talked about how much we love youth workers, and explained why we do what we do. Such a great moment. I was clapping and tearing up at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Spending time with my cousin, Wendy and Corey. Having them there was such a delight. Sitting in a sack chair catching up was sweet and needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• On the last night, Riley mentioned we should "plan a party." So, I agreed to send out the text to all of our posse at the Aloft. It ended up being seven of us sitting around trying to decide what could make it cooler. Riley: "I think balloons and snacks, maybe." Then, the bar closed...and can we be honest? A drink sounded delightful. Riley was nominated to "use his skills" to see if the bar was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; closed. His attempt was brilliantly hilarious...and unsuccessful. After that, I made the ridiculous comment that "we could cab it to the liquor store." Who says that? Apparently, I do after sleep deprivation has taken over. After that, it was many minutes of laughing on "our side" with Riley, Storm, and Storm's sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Worship time on Monday morning. Tim Timmons leads such powerful worship. It was an emotionally-charged, intimate time to spend time with God. I won't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There were a ton more moments, but these were the most memorable right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8838954595157793615?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8838954595157793615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8838954595157793615&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8838954595157793615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8838954595157793615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/03/simply-youth-ministry-conference.html' title='Simply Youth Ministry Conference'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S5XgEDSDxNI/AAAAAAAAA7k/gEaj4jCRn8Y/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4456655642848105477</id><published>2010-02-21T18:04:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:55:32.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Everyday...</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been really good. Unusually so? No. But I feel a little more aware. I am SO excited to leave on Wednesday for the &lt;a href="http://www.youthministry.com/symc"&gt;Simply Youth Ministry Conference&lt;/a&gt; in Chicago!! We have been preparing for months for this event. It will be amazing to see everything come together! (More on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I will have a busy and intense week of conference and travel, I have done my best to accomplish what I need to but also do so with intentionality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Five Lessons/Reminders from the "everyday..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Sometimes you just need a small change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mulling over whether to chop my hair or not, I decided not to. Instead, I went for a small trim and kept the long hair that I have been trying to grow out for some time now. It made me think: sometimes we don't need drastic, we need subtle. Something fresh and new, but not altogether different. I loved this reminder in the form of a hair-cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. I have a soft-spot for the elderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this 80-year-old lady at the hair place getting her brilliantly-white hair cut. I was just watching her while getting teary-eyed (I know, seriously). But if I had a "soft-spot" for anyone, it would be the elderly. Holly and I sat there talking about how they have so much life experience, wisdom, and love. A lot of them end up having to be super dependent on others, and I can only imagine how hard that is. This lady's hair looked fabulous, and you could tell she felt the same. Right as it was my turn, Holly went over and started chatting with the woman. She had just gotten out of the hospital and wanted to get her hair done. She lit up as she talked to Hols. So great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Changed plans can be sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to go to Schmidt's Bakery for a bridal show for Adrienne. We went, but as we walked in the door, we realized it wasn't going on...we found out it was Sunday not Saturday. Instead, we sat down at the little cafe and has some much-needed catch up time. Very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. We are surrounded by great, godly men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came in the form of protection. The whole story isn't necessary, but it was a time where I truly felt safe in a situation that could have been uncomfortable. The guys cared, took notice, and offered their strength. It was really nice to experience. Great job, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Being in a new place offers new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into &lt;a href="http://www.clothespony.com/"&gt;Clothes Pony&lt;/a&gt; to purchase a gift for Little Jack's first birthday. I have only been in this store once before. As I was up at the register ready to pay, there was a dad and a little girl in front of me. The lady who was ringing them up asked the little girl if this pretty, pink dress was a gift for someone. She said, "Yes, me! Last night, I slept in my big-girl bed and didn't go into mommy &amp; daddy's room!" How adorable. Sometimes, we just need a little incentive. The great part was that the dad's excitement was almost more than the girl's. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taking notice of seemingly ordinary things has been fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-4456655642848105477?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/4456655642848105477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=4456655642848105477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4456655642848105477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4456655642848105477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-everyday.html' title='In the Everyday...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3271791338125912985</id><published>2010-02-13T18:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:25:02.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Things You Love</title><content type='html'>It's February. The "love" month. Why not do things that you enjoy...without excuse. For me, this has been the beginning of a new season of rest. One of rest and granting myself permission to do things I really love to do. Here are a couple that I may have felt "guilty" for in the past. Not now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Coffee with a friend. Sometimes I think I "should" be doing something else, but all I wanted to do was sit down with a cherished friend for coffee. So, that's what we did. We went to Mugs in downtown Fort Collins, and the guy behind the counter surprised with an elephant made out of steamed milk! So great. I have never seen this design made before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S3dQcxYcUAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/6wTgKtzVcig/s1600-h/IMAG0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S3dQcxYcUAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/6wTgKtzVcig/s400/IMAG0043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437903530295578626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A massage. This is also one of those splurges. Mine was relaxing and needed after straining some muscles in yoga (another thing I have come to truly enjoy). This place was adorable, and my dear friend is a phenomenal massage therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S3dQllcjJoI/AAAAAAAAA7c/QKWKgqE4h_U/s1600-h/IMAG0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S3dQllcjJoI/AAAAAAAAA7c/QKWKgqE4h_U/s400/IMAG0049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437903681710401154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3271791338125912985?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3271791338125912985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3271791338125912985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3271791338125912985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3271791338125912985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-things-you-love.html' title='Do Things You Love'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S3dQcxYcUAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/6wTgKtzVcig/s72-c/IMAG0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8269046725602690889</id><published>2010-02-03T22:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:48:48.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Hood</title><content type='html'>You've probably heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;urban dictionary&lt;/a&gt;: funny definitions of slang words. Sometimes right on, but also sometimes right on and super inappropriate. Anyway, I had no idea that you could look up your name! It's become popular on Facebook but I thought it would be fun material for a blog post. So here goes...finding out what "Veronica" means according to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;Mr. Urban Dictionary.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Veronica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Can be self centered at times. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[ugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Doesn't know when to stop doing the wrong thing. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[can i disagree with this?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Can't read people very easily. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[disagreeing again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Can be randomly mean when she feels it is necessary. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[hmm?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• An over-achiever at times but is too lazy for her own good. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[maybe...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A fine and sexy female. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[i didn't write this]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• An extraordinary girl in an ordinary world. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[nice!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• She loves to dream about the so-called impossibilities and strives to change the world.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; [agree]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• She loves color. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[totally agree]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• She loves to imagine. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[yes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• She loves to read and write; her creative side takes over most of her world.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; [yes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• She often loves to make new friends but she can make your life a living nightmare if you get on her bad side.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; [yes to the first part]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• She won't hesitate to tell it to you like it is. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[truth in love?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• An outspoken person who loves her friends and would die for every one of them. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[true]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A random, unexpected and nice person to be with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[aww]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Very athletic &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[back in the day :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up your name. Pretty entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8269046725602690889?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8269046725602690889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8269046725602690889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8269046725602690889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8269046725602690889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-hood.html' title='In the Hood'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-6401967513776326402</id><published>2010-02-02T00:00:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:19:39.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Get Out the Paint</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, creativity or ideas, or whatever you want to call it hits at the most random times. Tonight, I really felt like doing nothing else than sitting down to paint with water colors, glue, write, and draw. Usually the inspiration happens late at night, and I spend "sleep time" messing my bedroom floor with scraps and wet paintbrushes. Tonight was one of those "moments." &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is a small preview of what I made tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S2fQPaKb4dI/AAAAAAAAA7M/teuGEmeikzg/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S2fQPaKb4dI/AAAAAAAAA7M/teuGEmeikzg/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433540438585500114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the art I used this quote by Roy Lessin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You're not here by chance, but by God's choosing. His hand formed you and made you the person you are. He compares you to no one else—you are one of a kind. You lack nothing that His grace can't give you. He has allowed you to be here at this time in history to fulfill His special purpose for this generation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration for this season, and for this time. His purpose is intentional. May we strive to believe His truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-6401967513776326402?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/6401967513776326402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=6401967513776326402&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6401967513776326402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6401967513776326402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-get-out-paint.html' title='Just Get Out the Paint'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S2fQPaKb4dI/AAAAAAAAA7M/teuGEmeikzg/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8053116245657333809</id><published>2010-01-27T23:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:04:46.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of My Favorite People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Goal:&lt;/span&gt; to make something that holds many photos, hangs on my wall, and can be created with a small budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished. I had some prints made of my favorite people, and have had them since before Christmas. It was time to make a display out of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;List of supplies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 21 photos&lt;br /&gt;• six 37cent wooden dowels&lt;br /&gt;• glue gun&lt;br /&gt;• clothespins&lt;br /&gt;• wire&lt;br /&gt;• about an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome is bigger than I envisioned, a little more random than I planned, but I think I like it. It was inexpensive and gives a great way to hang my photos. I am excited to find random things to add to each clothespin. This is just stage one, and I am looking forward to seeing it evolve into something eclectic and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S2E1t1lL1BI/AAAAAAAAA68/MhjhnFrV7Vo/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S2E1t1lL1BI/AAAAAAAAA68/MhjhnFrV7Vo/s400/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431681687178957842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S2E2vlJE1lI/AAAAAAAAA7E/afiIR1k70Eo/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S2E2vlJE1lI/AAAAAAAAA7E/afiIR1k70Eo/s400/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431682816637458002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8053116245657333809?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8053116245657333809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8053116245657333809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8053116245657333809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8053116245657333809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2010/01/photos-of-my-favorite-people.html' title='Photos of My Favorite People'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/S2E1t1lL1BI/AAAAAAAAA68/MhjhnFrV7Vo/s72-c/IMG_0837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-658877086231317800</id><published>2009-12-23T19:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:02:30.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've posted here. A couple reasons for this: 1) Things have been fabulously busy. 2) My camera broke (very sad, I know). I am looking for a great deal on another one, so soon I will be flooding the place with pictures again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of the year is my favorite. I took time off work, and I am truly enjoying it. My days this week have been filled with rest, family, friends, and preparation. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hosting Christmas at my humble-abode this year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Kaitlynn and Ellie's birthday, which went flawlessly well. They are adorable, and Mandi &amp;amp; Walt create such great birthday parties! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Christmas with my Dad's side of the family. Another great, great day with really awesome people. A highlight for me was getting the most special gift from my aunt. It was this cross-stitch that my great-grandma made in 1934! Read the full poem &lt;a href="http://www.emule.com/poetry/?page=poem&amp;amp;poem=4905"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SzLUTuR0nBI/AAAAAAAAA60/HBhr4-5Kbs4/s1600-h/cross_stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SzLUTuR0nBI/AAAAAAAAA60/HBhr4-5Kbs4/s320/cross_stitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418626736985512978" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between cleaning, preparing, projects, and rest, I have had sushi with my cousin, lunch with Samantha at Lucille's, and coffee with a friend who is moving away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Val sent me this adorable video of Everett shoveling snow. It just makes me realize how quickly time goes, and how quickly little ones grow up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b672dcf32225883f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db672dcf32225883f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E7BADBA798AB7D7395CC0E100C282E1B0D94A89.6E746A44B59D2A0E78A6E170F74A01A55B9F142B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db672dcf32225883f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbug1oEC__mqgP0WEJ_ZIWZ5fCoI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db672dcf32225883f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E7BADBA798AB7D7395CC0E100C282E1B0D94A89.6E746A44B59D2A0E78A6E170F74A01A55B9F142B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db672dcf32225883f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbug1oEC__mqgP0WEJ_ZIWZ5fCoI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will, indeed be busy in the upcoming days. I will be in Sterling at Val &amp; Aaron's (weather permitting) to watch Everett &amp; Capri open their gifts. On Christmas morning, we will go to Mandi &amp; Walt's to watch Kaitlynn and Ellie open theirs, and then my house in the afternoon. I can't wait to have family here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Christmas details to come. Above all: another year of God's abundant blessings. Remembering the reason for the season: Jesus was born. An undeserved gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-658877086231317800?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/658877086231317800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=658877086231317800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/658877086231317800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/658877086231317800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SzLUTuR0nBI/AAAAAAAAA60/HBhr4-5Kbs4/s72-c/cross_stitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7699257645707779831</id><published>2009-11-02T20:28:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:11:53.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Halloween} Creative Costumes</title><content type='html'>Halloween is fun. We always celebrated as kids, and (I think) had the most creative costumes. (Thanks Mom!) I can't believe it's this time of year again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Betty Boop, and I vowed not to take one normal pic all night. Just cause Betty doesn't really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; a smile, just lips. I also kept the costume a little more conservative that she actually is. You know, for obvious reasons. No strapless dress. It was short, but with leggings. And, no garter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-rL9JTa1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/k7NOQGHWXEk/s1600-h/hello-betty-boop-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-rL9JTa1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/k7NOQGHWXEk/s320/hello-betty-boop-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399722700121008978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Party One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett's birthday/costume party was absolutely fabulous. Picture a huge playroom with carnival-type games. There was bobbing-for-duckies, fishing-to-get-the-prize, plush-pumpkin-toss, and a really great witches stew involving dry ice. It was a turn out of 40 friends and family with about 15-20 little ones. Val, my aunt, and my mom all did such a great job with all the decorations, food, and preparation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously LOVE how much my family gets into things like this. It makes those being celebrated feel so special. Great examples to learn from! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Party Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a party at the Mulberry Mansion with some of my favorite people. Between all the festivities, the itchy wig, the sweater-dress, and the red heels were happy to be removed at the end of the night. SO fun, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here are some pics to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp; Dad: Miami Ink Tattooed Bikers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nnzILJlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cDvR5Y6rMo0/s1600-h/1_parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nnzILJlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cDvR5Y6rMo0/s400/1_parents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718780421744210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt &amp; Mandi: No costume this year :) Kaitlynn &amp; Ellie: Rapunzel &amp; Dorothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nnlIQUXI/AAAAAAAAA6I/48XkcNP4J3o/s1600-h/2_baca_fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nnlIQUXI/AAAAAAAAA6I/48XkcNP4J3o/s400/2_baca_fam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718776663986546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron &amp; Everett: Rodeo Clowns, Val &amp; Capri: Bumblebee &amp; Lady Bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nnLknqjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/jdJa6dV2kow/s1600-h/3_edinger_fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nnLknqjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/jdJa6dV2kow/s400/3_edinger_fam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718769803635250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne &amp; Jeremy: Mr. &amp; Mrs. Incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nm409dGI/AAAAAAAAA54/aIbTjG2E6Ec/s1600-h/4_IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nm409dGI/AAAAAAAAA54/aIbTjG2E6Ec/s400/4_IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718764771898466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly: Synchronized Swimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nmf8f1VI/AAAAAAAAA5w/2SL_Uh6UFCM/s1600-h/5_IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-nmf8f1VI/AAAAAAAAA5w/2SL_Uh6UFCM/s400/5_IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399718758092625234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Strawberry Shortcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-qAIImXII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mTcZ0sn9B-k/s1600-h/6_IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-qAIImXII/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mTcZ0sn9B-k/s400/6_IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399721397400788098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minette: A Peacock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-qA0CrtwI/AAAAAAAAA6g/p_n1k2GwDhM/s1600-h/7_IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-qA0CrtwI/AAAAAAAAA6g/p_n1k2GwDhM/s400/7_IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399721409187133186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7699257645707779831?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7699257645707779831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7699257645707779831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7699257645707779831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7699257645707779831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-creative-costumes.html' title='{Halloween} Creative Costumes'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Su-rL9JTa1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/k7NOQGHWXEk/s72-c/hello-betty-boop-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-6235906571623339890</id><published>2009-10-26T18:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:37:33.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>Here is my carving creation from Saturday night's Pumpkin-Carving-Party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SuZAt0Kw5-I/AAAAAAAAA5o/z64t8eX34eU/s1600-h/IMG_9837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SuZAt0Kw5-I/AAAAAAAAA5o/z64t8eX34eU/s400/IMG_9837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397072359292200930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"SMASH THIS 1"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(with an arrow to the left pointing to the next pumpkin over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, it takes me hours. This...was no different. We were fashionably late to the party, and so I was pretty sure I wasn't going to have time to create something fantastic. But with some help from Ben Aaker (pumpkin idea man &amp; art director), I was able to pull it off before everyone left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-6235906571623339890?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/6235906571623339890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=6235906571623339890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6235906571623339890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/6235906571623339890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/10/smash.html' title='Smashing Pumpkins'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SuZAt0Kw5-I/AAAAAAAAA5o/z64t8eX34eU/s72-c/IMG_9837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4819696874463589731</id><published>2009-10-23T18:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:23:43.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Mash</title><content type='html'>Matt made this Monster Mash Dance with our faces!! Haha! So GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring in the frightful video: &lt;br /&gt;Matt Preston&lt;br /&gt;Erica Pridey&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Lucas&lt;br /&gt;Brett Martine&lt;br /&gt;Holly Voget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween preparations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=EzHOwuorNDtw0rT4&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=EzHOwuorNDtw0rT4&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=EzHOwuorNDtw0rT4&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-4819696874463589731?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/4819696874463589731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=4819696874463589731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4819696874463589731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4819696874463589731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-mash.html' title='Monster Mash'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1802165105832043292</id><published>2009-10-19T23:26:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:59:40.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Fall Time Fotos} The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Fall time brings amazing weather and beautiful everything. This last Sunday, we went to Anderson Farm to take part in the Fall Festival. We have never done this as a family, and because we had such a great time, it is definitely going to be a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much for families to do: hay rides, a humongous pumpkin patch, farm animals, and barrel cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a part of the {Fall Time Fotos}, I am sharing with pictures. Explanation is rarely needed. Adorable nieces and nephews, priceless parents, funny sisters, gorgeous views, country nostalgia, and cute animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MHypkRaI/AAAAAAAAA14/Keq__jJZHJA/s1600-h/IMG_9607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MHypkRaI/AAAAAAAAA14/Keq__jJZHJA/s400/IMG_9607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551625398633890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MIqBi7zI/AAAAAAAAA2A/iSz0uszTZLQ/s1600-h/IMG_9609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MIqBi7zI/AAAAAAAAA2A/iSz0uszTZLQ/s400/IMG_9609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551640263159602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MJMPBTCI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YnEDzMS_KVc/s1600-h/IMG_9613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MJMPBTCI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YnEDzMS_KVc/s400/IMG_9613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551649446480930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MHBc5JyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/h-V00Xqgxy8/s1600-h/IMG_9602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MHBc5JyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/h-V00Xqgxy8/s400/IMG_9602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551612192139042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NECfvHtI/AAAAAAAAA24/7j2YxcLAYG8/s1600-h/IMG_9642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NECfvHtI/AAAAAAAAA24/7j2YxcLAYG8/s400/IMG_9642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394552660444520146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NDhkDucI/AAAAAAAAA2w/UNrbmI0lk_M/s1600-h/IMG_9634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NDhkDucI/AAAAAAAAA2w/UNrbmI0lk_M/s400/IMG_9634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394552651604277698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NC--uP2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Uf4wU4Y6L2Q/s1600-h/IMG_9629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NC--uP2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Uf4wU4Y6L2Q/s400/IMG_9629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394552642320875362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NCaZILxI/AAAAAAAAA2g/G14W83zMJ3s/s1600-h/IMG_9627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NCaZILxI/AAAAAAAAA2g/G14W83zMJ3s/s400/IMG_9627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394552632499515154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NBw_bpPI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/6akqHIK1cX4/s1600-h/IMG_9625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NBw_bpPI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/6akqHIK1cX4/s400/IMG_9625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394552621385884914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NcIqR1wI/AAAAAAAAA3g/7qnolgfg02k/s1600-h/IMG_9665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NcIqR1wI/AAAAAAAAA3g/7qnolgfg02k/s400/IMG_9665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553074416211714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NbdrqZbI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/M2LtamhtNaA/s1600-h/IMG_9652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NbdrqZbI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/M2LtamhtNaA/s400/IMG_9652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553062879290802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NajbjewI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xxJdPkTx96s/s1600-h/IMG_9650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NajbjewI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xxJdPkTx96s/s400/IMG_9650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553047242472194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NZj1MWuI/AAAAAAAAA3I/_NdlZzLKjHk/s1600-h/IMG_9649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NZj1MWuI/AAAAAAAAA3I/_NdlZzLKjHk/s400/IMG_9649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553030170139362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NY_E91nI/AAAAAAAAA3A/T34ZtbO6ad4/s1600-h/IMG_9646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NY_E91nI/AAAAAAAAA3A/T34ZtbO6ad4/s400/IMG_9646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553020304184946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1N1Lx1QWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4lAmmvfR2TQ/s1600-h/IMG_9693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1N1Lx1QWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4lAmmvfR2TQ/s400/IMG_9693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553504749928802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1N0ZGXKeI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eI37KiYDBr0/s1600-h/IMG_9684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1N0ZGXKeI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eI37KiYDBr0/s400/IMG_9684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553491145828834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NzuDQHQI/AAAAAAAAA34/WXtsm2U4EEQ/s1600-h/IMG_9675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NzuDQHQI/AAAAAAAAA34/WXtsm2U4EEQ/s400/IMG_9675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553479590059266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NyzqbUHI/AAAAAAAAA3w/TEl0jQ8vQVk/s1600-h/IMG_9673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NyzqbUHI/AAAAAAAAA3w/TEl0jQ8vQVk/s400/IMG_9673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553463916679282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know this little girl. She was across from us on the hayride. She reached her arms out and wanted me to hold her. Then, she laid her head on my chest and rested for a minute. It was adorable. After that, she just went from person to person, wanting to say hi to everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NySrzoZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/KgEIzPrQYeg/s1600-h/IMG_9670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1NySrzoZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/KgEIzPrQYeg/s400/IMG_9670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394553455064097170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1PHDMkI7I/AAAAAAAAA4w/hAVKZGoZtSY/s1600-h/IMG_9708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1PHDMkI7I/AAAAAAAAA4w/hAVKZGoZtSY/s400/IMG_9708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394554911195407282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1PGbrRWvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Gtbh79Ykw1M/s1600-h/IMG_9706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1MHypkRaI/AAAAAAAAA14/Keq__jJZHJA/s72-c/IMG_9607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3746635136763678347</id><published>2009-10-19T22:57:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:25:21.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Fall Time Fotos} Time with My Nieces</title><content type='html'>I had the sweet chance to watch my nieces, Kaitlynn &amp; Ellie! It might not seem like a big deal, but it really was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here's why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been the baby-sitting type, and I always talk about hoping the "maternal instinct" kicks in when its supposed to :). I am usually hanging out with my sisters instead of them going out when I stay home with the kiddos. I've never watched them by myself, just the girls (I know, I know.) AND...especially overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for a few reasons, this was quite the event. I wanted to make it SO fun!! I absolutely LOVED planning what we were going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is what we did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dinner at the wonderful McDonalds, and playtime at the PlayPlace&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to the park and tried every single "activity" at least once&lt;br /&gt;3) Stopped at Starbucks for baby hot chocolates&lt;br /&gt;4) Movie Theatre! Saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Slumber Party in the living room on the hide-a-bed&lt;br /&gt;6) Played dress up (with Aunt Von's dresses, scarves, and shoes)&lt;br /&gt;7) Made chocolate-chip pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. We really really had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A couple things I learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• it is important that the toys in the Happy Meals are the same (reduces comparison)&lt;br /&gt;• playing on jungle-gyms looks differently than it used to&lt;br /&gt;• carrying a sleeping two-year-old out of the theater is quite the task&lt;br /&gt;• we can fall asleep so much quicker than a "thirsty" &amp; "not-tired" five-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One more thing:&lt;/span&gt; It was so adorable, (despite it being 6:30am) when Kaitlynn came into my room to wake me up. She says, "Aunt Von, I need you to come into the living room and sleep by us because I don't want Ellie to wake up and not know where she is. She might get scared." Uhhh, so sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped some pictures, and posted them to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1HvwLZrUI/AAAAAAAAA04/OrUBmHPISCs/s1600-h/IMG_9217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1HvwLZrUI/AAAAAAAAA04/OrUBmHPISCs/s400/IMG_9217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394546814371867970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1HvSAGryI/AAAAAAAAA0w/uhRdPYlvMzU/s1600-h/IMG_9216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1HvSAGryI/AAAAAAAAA0w/uhRdPYlvMzU/s400/IMG_9216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394546806271422242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1HukDpdyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1cTyC2yLafc/s1600-h/IMG_9213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1HvwLZrUI/AAAAAAAAA04/OrUBmHPISCs/s72-c/IMG_9217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3483241999255361222</id><published>2009-10-19T21:58:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:56:46.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Fall Time Fotos} Friday Field Trip</title><content type='html'>I promised I would share more of the photos I took during my favorites-field-trip awhile back. I took a day off and planned random stops that I really enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop One:&lt;/span&gt; A Starry Night Coffee Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St08ryG2PMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/IwN--JzmEj8/s1600-h/IMG_8753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St08ryG2PMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/IwN--JzmEj8/s400/IMG_8753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534651542256834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop Two:&lt;/span&gt; Wear It Again Sam Costume Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St08zDgRxGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/J2Aw5lwu3Us/s1600-h/IMG_8755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St08zDgRxGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/J2Aw5lwu3Us/s400/IMG_8755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534776471405666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop Three:&lt;/span&gt; Escentuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St087kHkdpI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0tqb2N18Qu0/s1600-h/IMG_8761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St087kHkdpI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0tqb2N18Qu0/s400/IMG_8761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394534922665096850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop Four:&lt;/span&gt; Downtown Streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09Dw5vPyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GeUhYvNR0gE/s1600-h/IMG_8762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09Dw5vPyI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GeUhYvNR0gE/s400/IMG_8762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394535063535697698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop Five:&lt;/span&gt; Dirt Road with Sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09KD_YltI/AAAAAAAAAyg/gB-PKubMoio/s1600-h/IMG_8800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09KD_YltI/AAAAAAAAAyg/gB-PKubMoio/s400/IMG_8800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394535171738867410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I headed to my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6th stop&lt;/span&gt;, I came up on this house in the country with the most amazing assortment of old things. I walked to the door to ask for permission to take pictures. The shy woman who appeared behind the screen door assured me that her husband wouldn't mind. As I was snapping pictures of every detail, a man drove up on a tractor. I approached him to make sure it was still alright that I was perusing his property. What started out as a whim ended up being one of the most enjoyable few hours I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Dennis Drake, a man in his early eighties, who asked me first off why I wanted to take pictures of all of his "junk." I shared with him my love for "anything old." He laughed and replied with, "Yeah, I guess you could say the same for me. Collecting this stuff is my bad habit, I suppose. It's better than drinking, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to walk around and tell stories about each random "antique" we passed. About ten minutes into that, he says, "Hey, do you want to see my most favorite possession?" Of course I wanted to. He opened his garage to show me his big, blue &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edsel"&gt;Edsel&lt;/a&gt; (a car I had never heard of). He explained the history, the reasons he liked it, and many other random facts. It was so fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our conversation, he said to stay as long as I liked and come back whenever I wanted to. He also didn't object when I asked if I could snap a picture of him. Honestly, it was such an unexpected treat to meet this man—a life of so much history and so many stories. I will go back sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09lVxSORI/AAAAAAAAAyo/gBgyoKy4R54/s1600-h/dennis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09lVxSORI/AAAAAAAAAyo/gBgyoKy4R54/s400/dennis.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394535640368036114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09l-_INeI/AAAAAAAAAyw/e33qPCbkxVw/s1600-h/IMG_8814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09l-_INeI/AAAAAAAAAyw/e33qPCbkxVw/s400/IMG_8814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394535651431953890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09mQIgYgI/AAAAAAAAAy4/WGa_TIMcifE/s1600-h/IMG_8820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09mQIgYgI/AAAAAAAAAy4/WGa_TIMcifE/s400/IMG_8820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394535656034689538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09nY9dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/GlGTr4Bxi8Y/s1600-h/IMG_8823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St09nY9dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/GlGTr4Bxi8Y/s400/IMG_8823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394535675584136050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-RnTnN-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/ezdDNa74kzI/s1600-h/IMG_8892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-RnTnN-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/ezdDNa74kzI/s400/IMG_8892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394536400989665250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-RPnnS4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/rDrnNroCfzQ/s1600-h/IMG_8863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-RPnnS4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/rDrnNroCfzQ/s400/IMG_8863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394536394631105410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-QVZWD4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/8Z4j-HqyjDk/s1600-h/IMG_8857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-QVZWD4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/8Z4j-HqyjDk/s400/IMG_8857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394536379001999234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-PkXQZwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/hnM0KNmQHlg/s1600-h/IMG_8846_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-PkXQZwI/AAAAAAAAAzY/hnM0KNmQHlg/s400/IMG_8846_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394536365839902466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-PCJ5lfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/eML0Ts9uDUw/s1600-h/IMG_8836_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St0-PCJ5lfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/eML0Ts9uDUw/s400/IMG_8836_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394536356657075698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis' Blue Edsel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1AmbzSpyI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/r-g3yN6B7KY/s1600-h/IMG_8921_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1AmbzSpyI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/r-g3yN6B7KY/s400/IMG_8921_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394538957701818146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1Aly9HssI/AAAAAAAAA0I/2LCpKzRW_Yo/s1600-h/IMG_8913_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1Aly9HssI/AAAAAAAAA0I/2LCpKzRW_Yo/s400/IMG_8913_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394538946737189570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1AnLSE6II/AAAAAAAAA0Y/39WCmWVExGQ/s1600-h/IMG_8917_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1AnLSE6II/AAAAAAAAA0Y/39WCmWVExGQ/s400/IMG_8917_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394538970447407234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1AlPqtKlI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SlFXRJe9Pzs/s1600-h/IMG_8910_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1AlPqtKlI/AAAAAAAAA0A/SlFXRJe9Pzs/s400/IMG_8910_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394538937264712274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1AkiWVX8I/AAAAAAAAAz4/U-3Dq7HV2no/s1600-h/IMG_8905_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1AkiWVX8I/AAAAAAAAAz4/U-3Dq7HV2no/s400/IMG_8905_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394538925099671490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1Bg5TjGdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RCavEQpJdJM/s1600-h/IMG_8946_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St1Bg5TjGdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RCavEQpJdJM/s400/IMG_8946_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394539962054154706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3483241999255361222?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3483241999255361222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3483241999255361222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3483241999255361222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3483241999255361222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-time-fotos-friday-field-trip.html' title='{Fall Time Fotos} Friday Field Trip'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/St08ryG2PMI/AAAAAAAAAyA/IwN--JzmEj8/s72-c/IMG_8753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1936325674679518319</id><published>2009-09-08T23:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:41:34.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek: Friday Field Trip</title><content type='html'>I took this past Friday off, created a "favs" field trip and went about my way. On the way to my sixth stop, I spotted some sunflowers along the road, pulled over, and spent about fifteen minutes taking as many pictures as I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sqc_HFmTMEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cc42h9_d57o/s1600-h/IMG_8803_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sqc_HFmTMEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cc42h9_d57o/s400/IMG_8803_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379337670911799362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 6 was a delightful and unexpected surprise. I saw a farm with old, rusted treasures. I pulled in, walked to the door and asked if I could take pictures, met Dennis, and chatted for a good length of time. He walked me around his property sharing stories from his past and the history of his favorites. It was hands-down the highlight of my day. So, to share: one of the pictures of one of the trucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sqc_Hr0ELUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0bZ7SHKTTxs/s1600-h/IMG_8853_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sqc_Hr0ELUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0bZ7SHKTTxs/s400/IMG_8853_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379337681170083138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...I will share more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1936325674679518319?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1936325674679518319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1936325674679518319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1936325674679518319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1936325674679518319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/09/sneek-peek-friday-field-trip.html' title='Sneak Peek: Friday Field Trip'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sqc_HFmTMEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cc42h9_d57o/s72-c/IMG_8803_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7658384691566844387</id><published>2009-08-30T10:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:20:21.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Quilt</title><content type='html'>So many fun things happened for my b-day. 27 is not too different, but this has just been a sweet time of true gratefulness. God's blessings are just so good. I keep saying "more to come," and I really do intend to post more. When time allows (I am working on that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dear twin Val gave me such a great gift last night. My mom and her worked on gathering all (almost) of my old t-shirts from everything! Our first t-ball uniforms, soccer t-shirts, gymnastics, diving, and school. It spans from when we were seven all the way up through college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...they sewed a quilt out of it! Oh man, the memories! It is so fun, and just crazy reminders of our seasons of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a quick (not great) picture with my phone to share. I just love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Spql_6w3IFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C0Au7ST-358/s1600-h/0830090959a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Spql_6w3IFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C0Au7ST-358/s400/0830090959a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791622744645714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7658384691566844387?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7658384691566844387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7658384691566844387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7658384691566844387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7658384691566844387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-quilt.html' title='Birthday Quilt'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Spql_6w3IFI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C0Au7ST-358/s72-c/0830090959a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8894115333507138454</id><published>2009-08-19T21:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:45:45.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Edinger Family</title><content type='html'>I was able to spend the weekend in Eastern Colorado. I planned to spend the time with Val, Aaron, Everett, and Capri. And also, my fabulous grandparents. Both sets live in Akron. It was a great weekend. More of that to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, we took family photos of the Edingers. Their family is precious. I adore each of them...and am honored that they ask me to do this. The sun was bright, grass was wet, and Everett would have liked to play on the playground longer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one from the "session" that I added a vintage touch to. I love how happy Capri is and how Everett is just watching her. Soon, I will post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SozGoN2kIRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/nZxS8eLcp4w/s1600-h/03_edingers_vintage_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SozGoN2kIRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/nZxS8eLcp4w/s400/03_edingers_vintage_lowres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371886849761747218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8894115333507138454?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8894115333507138454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8894115333507138454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8894115333507138454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8894115333507138454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/08/edinger-family.html' title='Edinger Family'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SozGoN2kIRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/nZxS8eLcp4w/s72-c/03_edingers_vintage_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4532569465876167640</id><published>2009-07-20T21:58:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:59:23.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Top 40 (1-8)</title><content type='html'>Summer is awesome. Here is part one of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Summer's Top 40&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It's rich. They will come eight (or so) at a time until we get to 40! Fun, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yellowstone &amp; Grand Teton Mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVHbHhX5gI/AAAAAAAAAuw/EemYxcqrWT4/s1600-h/yellow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVHbHhX5gI/AAAAAAAAAuw/EemYxcqrWT4/s400/yellow1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360769462655510018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVIEd-rQcI/AAAAAAAAAvA/d8czbzXMV3g/s1600-h/yellow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVIEd-rQcI/AAAAAAAAAvA/d8czbzXMV3g/s400/yellow3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360770173058630082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five girls took a seven-hour drive to the Grand Teton Mountains &amp; Yellowstone. We drove four hours the first night, stayed in a &lt;a href="http://www.bestwesternwyoming.com/hotels/best-western-inn-at-lander/"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt;, finished the drive the next morning, and camped the rest of the time. It will be a trip that we will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Time in the car:&lt;/span&gt; It consisted of old school rock 'n roll, alphabet-sign game (to stay awake), Lindsey's 50-state license plate goal, &lt;a href="http://www.lifewaystores.com/lwstore/product.asp?isbn=1415852898"&gt;studying Beth Moore&lt;/a&gt;, a construction man who gave us a granola bar (we encountered the nicest people), and on the drive home, we played 3-loaded questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVHjJMjhxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/FOLsbKQxAIM/s1600-h/yellow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVHjJMjhxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/FOLsbKQxAIM/s400/yellow2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360769600544016146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Our quarters:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gtlc.com/lodging/colter-bay-village-tents.aspx"&gt;half tent-half cabins in Colter Bay&lt;/a&gt; with bear-proof food safes, bunk-beds, wood-burning stoves, and the nicest manager who gave us great secrets about the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVJM3F6lVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/nhStEbIVXzo/s1600-h/yellow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVJM3F6lVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/nhStEbIVXzo/s400/yellow4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360771416750462290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVJH1mYxEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/118xRgnzXWM/s1600-h/yellow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVJH1mYxEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/118xRgnzXWM/s400/yellow5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360771330450441282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Expeditions:&lt;/span&gt; Old Faithful, &lt;a href="http://www.gtlc.com/activities/outdoor-fun-floats.aspx"&gt;a raft-trip&lt;/a&gt; with a hilarious, educated, and great-looking guide, Sam, a 6-mile hike to a waterfall around &lt;a href="http://www.gtlc.com/lodging/jenny-lake-lodge-overview.aspx"&gt;Jenny Lake&lt;/a&gt;—where we saw a moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVKxRk7RhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/NwNn1skrgcA/s1600-h/yellow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVKxRk7RhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/NwNn1skrgcA/s400/yellow6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360773141846771218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVKwzTK8zI/AAAAAAAAAvg/X6NkE_LqgP8/s1600-h/yellow7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVKwzTK8zI/AAAAAAAAAvg/X6NkE_LqgP8/s400/yellow7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360773133719237426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVKmR3flMI/AAAAAAAAAvY/7bvMYQEB9xU/s1600-h/yellow8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVKmR3flMI/AAAAAAAAAvY/7bvMYQEB9xU/s400/yellow8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360772952946087106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Randomness:&lt;/span&gt; headlamps, the mosquito-water-bags, nalgene-heaters, role-reversals (quote from Holly: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Von becomes administrator and historian while Adrienne becomes fly-by-the-seat-of-her-party-pants."&lt;/span&gt; Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVLU7BSRiI/AAAAAAAAAvw/MVtcfpxE4OE/s1600-h/yellow9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVLU7BSRiI/AAAAAAAAAvw/MVtcfpxE4OE/s400/yellow9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360773754266994210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blast-of-a-Time BBQs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Gymnastics.&lt;/span&gt; Well, an opportunity to do cartwheels and straddle jumps again. Outside, on a trampoline or in the grass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVN9yhr2wI/AAAAAAAAAv4/zwsKBwgQ_vY/s1600-h/bbqs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVN9yhr2wI/AAAAAAAAAv4/zwsKBwgQ_vY/s400/bbqs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360776655384861442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVOGh5RKbI/AAAAAAAAAwA/nfSyyatQ1vM/s1600-h/bbqs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVOGh5RKbI/AAAAAAAAAwA/nfSyyatQ1vM/s400/bbqs3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360776805539195314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVOPgvMXOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/i05DW1bnUUw/s1600-h/bbqs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVOPgvMXOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/i05DW1bnUUw/s400/bbqs1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360776959847324898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Boat docks:&lt;/span&gt; They leave you not wanting to be&lt;br /&gt;anywhere else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVQIalN38I/AAAAAAAAAwY/x460J5iS2HI/s1600-h/bbqs5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVQIalN38I/AAAAAAAAAwY/x460J5iS2HI/s400/bbqs5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360779036959039426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVQEOCG_FI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6V_tS5bpnoo/s1600-h/bbqs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVQEOCG_FI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6V_tS5bpnoo/s400/bbqs4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360778964871085138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I must credit this image to Matt Preston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Fun-tastic friends: &lt;/span&gt;They encourage you to do random things like ride &lt;a href="http://www.littletikes.com/"&gt;Little Tike&lt;/a&gt; tractors just cause you might fit (Hols &amp; Ade). They have cake fights, bring mint mojitos, or they make random jokes and crazy faces in most pics (Josh). It makes you wonder how you could have ever survived without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVS6i7IYYI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ybIPLXBSw30/s1600-h/bbqs6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVS6i7IYYI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ybIPLXBSw30/s400/bbqs6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360782097215152514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Being in my parent's backyard.&lt;/span&gt; Running through the sprinklers, eating on the patio, and trying to soak up every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVVYYeh5PI/AAAAAAAAAww/mP1GpqG5Upk/s1600-h/bbqs7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVVYYeh5PI/AAAAAAAAAww/mP1GpqG5Upk/s400/bbqs7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360784808830166258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVVTqeEuRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/KKofSUyTRtc/s1600-h/bbqs8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVVTqeEuRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/KKofSUyTRtc/s400/bbqs8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360784727760746770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning to the happenings of the summer. Come back periodically to see that they will, eventually add up to Summer's Top 40!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-4532569465876167640?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/4532569465876167640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=4532569465876167640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4532569465876167640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4532569465876167640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/07/summers-top-40-1-8.html' title='Summer&apos;s Top 40 (1-8)'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SmVHbHhX5gI/AAAAAAAAAuw/EemYxcqrWT4/s72-c/yellow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3114423329108284046</id><published>2009-07-08T23:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:51:44.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Your Soapbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SlWE8DNMJkI/AAAAAAAAAug/uFmzg8_Mv88/s1600-h/soap_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SlWE8DNMJkI/AAAAAAAAAug/uFmzg8_Mv88/s400/soap_box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356333499014719042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to be completely honest...I got up there. I got up on my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;soap-box.&lt;/span&gt; Tonight, I did. I got to wondering...where did that come from? "Soap Box." So, I wikipedia'd it. This is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A soapbox is a raised platform on which one stands to make an impromptu speech, often about a political subject. The term originates from when speakers would stand on a wooden box meant for holding soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't disclose the specifics of my soap box issue right now, but I will answer three questions. Was it:&lt;br /&gt;• on a raised platform? no...my heart rate maybe&lt;br /&gt;• impromptu? yes&lt;br /&gt;• a political issue? if "guys &amp; girls" is politics&lt;br /&gt;• something I feel passionate about: yes, absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want to know if you have ever gotten on your soapbox. &lt;br /&gt;What was it about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly curious. Share if you would be so willing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3114423329108284046?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3114423329108284046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3114423329108284046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3114423329108284046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3114423329108284046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-your-soapbox.html' title='On Your Soapbox'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SlWE8DNMJkI/AAAAAAAAAug/uFmzg8_Mv88/s72-c/soap_box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1413081335069616983</id><published>2009-07-04T13:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:40:57.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sk-vtc_0JQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/AumcDvg6YJw/s1600-h/happy_independence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sk-vtc_0JQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/AumcDvg6YJw/s400/happy_independence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691677379634434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Liberty is the right to choose. &lt;br /&gt;Freedom is the result of the right choice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1413081335069616983?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1413081335069616983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1413081335069616983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1413081335069616983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1413081335069616983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/07/freedom-is.html' title='Freedom is...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sk-vtc_0JQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/AumcDvg6YJw/s72-c/happy_independence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1766378070835598442</id><published>2009-07-01T19:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:37:16.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96c9b0df12b4a615" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96c9b0df12b4a615%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D302DE83171E52D4592DFBB1DEF2F6281DA644AB8.62AE0B077D56DE7CAF107FA2C2E15E9FA8D27EE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96c9b0df12b4a615%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTKpdRIiG845nunCVexLWVF-rUZk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96c9b0df12b4a615%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D302DE83171E52D4592DFBB1DEF2F6281DA644AB8.62AE0B077D56DE7CAF107FA2C2E15E9FA8D27EE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96c9b0df12b4a615%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTKpdRIiG845nunCVexLWVF-rUZk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple fun. I learned how to make an animation in Photoshop the other day. Let's be honest, I could really be spending my time doing other things, but I was excited to play around. So, I made a very quick movie. Here is &lt;a href="http://creativetechs.com/tipsblog/build-animated-gifs-in-photoshop/"&gt;quick tutorial&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested in making your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Reasons I Really Like Summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One:&lt;/span&gt; Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Two:&lt;/span&gt; Sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Three:&lt;/span&gt; Going barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Four:&lt;/span&gt; Being outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Five:&lt;/span&gt; August (b-day month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more to come with the fun events of summer. This stole my attention for a bit. Off for a bike-ride now. Have a great June evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My final step in the animation was file &amp;gt; export &amp;gt; render movie&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. The photograph was taken on a beautiful drive up to Red Feather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1766378070835598442?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=96c9b0df12b4a615&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1766378070835598442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1766378070835598442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1766378070835598442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1766378070835598442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-in-photoshop.html' title='Fun in Photoshop'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7312427219960770162</id><published>2009-06-20T16:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:11:08.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sj1sW0gDVXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Cza2UrrWBr0/s1600-h/new_june.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sj1sW0gDVXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Cza2UrrWBr0/s400/new_june.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349551071692019058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24 hours of firsts. This is fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. I pierced my nose!&lt;/span&gt; My amazing friend, Hols asked me at 3:30pm if I wanted to go with her to do it. The spontaneity was hard to resist...so, yes! I will be honest: for a second, it hurt real bad. I was glad I was laying down and surprisingly, it hurt for about ten minutes after...that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. We smashed pennies&lt;/span&gt; on the railroad tracks going straight through downtown Fort Collins. The credit goes to Josh for running out there after I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; found the coins in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. I cuddled&lt;/span&gt; with my roommate's cat. We have had a rocky relationship, you could say (me &amp; kitty). I let her in my room today, and as I studied and read, she curled up at my feet. I really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. I rode my bike to lunch.&lt;/span&gt; A friend from work gave me her old bike like, a month ago. Even though it was cloudy and kind of windy, I hopped on anyway and went for a ride. Really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unique span of time with new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7312427219960770162?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7312427219960770162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7312427219960770162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7312427219960770162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7312427219960770162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First Time for Everything'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sj1sW0gDVXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Cza2UrrWBr0/s72-c/new_june.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3094289275827742328</id><published>2009-06-16T23:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:24:31.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That I Would Be Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On a Serious Note: Bible Study &amp; Alanis Morrisette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two do not relate. But tonight, I want to share how they did for me, ironically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday nights are Bible Study nights and during the summer, we do an all-girls study. This summer, it is Beth Moore's "Esther" study. We are in the third week, and it has already been so insightful, entertaining, and the knowledge has been priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, we learned that Esther, and hundreds of other women, were put in a beauty contest to see who would be crowned queen. In that time, it was the competition of all competitions—entirely based on outward beauty and perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It resonates with each of us, I guarantee—whether we want to admit it or not. Regardless of what season we are in, I bet we could all admit that comparison in some way enters our thoughts, and usually doesn't end up in a good place. It might be comparison, but it also might be in the very things we are currently walking through. Tonight, like most nights it seems lately, I was rushing "just not to be late" to study. I arrived feeling tired, overwhelmed, and absolutely ill-equipped to be in a study with other women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like He always does, the Lord did His work, and the study spoke to each of us so specifically. I LOVE IT when He does that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, Alanis Morrisette's CD was in my CD player. I've listened to her music for years. You know, the CD that you haven't heard in awhile. Her song, "That I Would Be Good" came on, and the words sounded so differently than they ever have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That I would be good even if I did nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good if I got and stayed sick&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth&lt;br /&gt;That I would be great if I was no longer queen&lt;br /&gt;That I would be grand if I was not all knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be loved even when I numb myself&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;That I would be loved even when I was fuming&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I was clingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I lost sanity&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good whether with or without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some of these things don't apply to all, but some of them do. I also know that we hear insight in the most unlikely of places (Alanis Morrisette lyrics, really?) I felt compelled to come straight home and share. Don't know why, just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves us for who we are, and just as much for who we are not. Whether it be health, beauty, finances, or emotions, or fill in the blank. The point is, He sees us as good, great, grand, and loved regardless of what we think we are lacking or going through. It is so easy to play the comparison game or I-don't-think-I-can-do-this game. It is also so freeing to know "that I would be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(am)&lt;/span&gt; loved..." by God, no matter the circumstances. He desires us to be secure in Him contrary to "the world's standards." We are right when we believe we are incapable. We are only capable through Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3094289275827742328?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3094289275827742328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3094289275827742328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3094289275827742328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3094289275827742328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-i-would-be-good.html' title='That I Would Be Good'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4350786008932431467</id><published>2009-06-05T23:32:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:19:01.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May Days</title><content type='html'>May has been a spectacular month. It has been delightfully unexpected in some ways, and challenging in others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded by the best people in the world. Everyday, I am reminded how blessed I am by each person in my life, and amazed at the way God works in and through them to teach and counsel me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Eight from May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. My grandma, Marjory&lt;/span&gt; (Mom's mom) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turned 78&lt;/span&gt; this year. It was a great time with the family to celebrate. She has one son, four daughters, nineteen grandchildren, and fifteen great-grandchildren. Here's a sweet clip of her. We love you so much, Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2aa9f1b5450e959c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2aa9f1b5450e959c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46CB137083F23BCED6C491BFDF44124149DBF791.6EBC4A72F7A4DD6318272ACF322DF6003D6603B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2aa9f1b5450e959c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkiYhpFkRaqGmmpCXOjVA0m_JYVc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2aa9f1b5450e959c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46CB137083F23BCED6C491BFDF44124149DBF791.6EBC4A72F7A4DD6318272ACF322DF6003D6603B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2aa9f1b5450e959c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkiYhpFkRaqGmmpCXOjVA0m_JYVc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Holla Van Ministry:&lt;/span&gt; Graduation weekend, downtown party-goers, church-vans, peanut butter &amp;amp; jelly sandwiches, chaz and the band, giving rides home, dynamic conversations, curious students, salvations taking place. It's hard to explain what its like, but nothing is more apparent than God's presence anywhere...everywhere. Sometimes moreso in situations like this, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAOZFJXnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/82hD1ltpACQ/s1600-h/IMG_5228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAOZFJXnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/82hD1ltpACQ/s320/IMG_5228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344084155079155314" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Small Group Closing:&lt;/span&gt; The fact that its over isn't a highlight, BUT we all promised to stay in touch until fall. On the last night, we each went around and "recapped" what this group meant to us. Themes: amazing friendship, laughter, accountability, and growth; beautiful women; strong and very solid men; a true thankfulness to be able to journey together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAbcqP69I/AAAAAAAAAtM/QvyNQN-6lIs/s1600-h/sg_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAbcqP69I/AAAAAAAAAtM/QvyNQN-6lIs/s400/sg_collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344084379378379730" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Casa Bonita:&lt;/span&gt; I knew if I didn't go, I would be missing out on laughter with some of my favorite people. And a great time it was! The food wasn't quite as bad as I remember, and the cave not as scary. The divers dove, the mariachi band sang, we played skee-ball in a sauna, and the guys wore pink sombreros. The love-o-meter said I was 'passionate,' and the sign said I was too old to ride on the kiddie-motorcycle...but I did anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAlcq6FxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/MKs-mLG31Ko/s1600-h/casabonita_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAlcq6FxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/MKs-mLG31Ko/s400/casabonita_collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344084551179835154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Memorial Day BBQ:&lt;/span&gt; The weather couldn't have been more perfect. Either could the fact that ALL of my grandparents were there; enjoying the sun and catching up with each other. More than fifty people joined us in Mandi and Walt's new backyard, for food, chit-chat, and just a rare and cherished reunion of the greatest people. Hanging with so many great, new, growing families left a reminder of how much I look forward to my own, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAutQXpSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/mO5-UTFpMdY/s1600-h/bbq_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAutQXpSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/mO5-UTFpMdY/s400/bbq_collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344084710250751266" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Riley came to Colorado!&lt;/span&gt; For four days, Storm, Riley, and I worked on the redesign of Group Magazine, among other things. It was a fun time, as usual! Highlights include: sharing Pandora playlists, the snake-email fiasco, release of Stripped Clean, Riley seeing Devil's backbone, (sans me because I predicted they would see a snake. miraculously, they didn't) laughing at lunch, photobooth style pics, and of course, the sweet design that came out of the time together. Photos to share :) Click image to view larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioCWz28A_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/8Z-McUw0sSI/s1600-h/s-v-r-photobooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioCWz28A_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/8Z-McUw0sSI/s400/s-v-r-photobooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344086498729526258" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Camping in Red Feathers:&lt;/span&gt; Gorgeous country, fire, s'mores, stars, 4-wheelers, dirt, rain, naps...it's something we look forward to every summer. On my way up, I pulled over to take pictures because it was too beautiful to resist. I thought I was pulling over in a random place, and as I did so, I spotted a "God Bless America" sign. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioBI_nHIBI/AAAAAAAAAts/p3387ob57Sg/s1600-h/camping_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioBI_nHIBI/AAAAAAAAAts/p3387ob57Sg/s400/camping_collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344085161854574610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove up by myself, and was reminded how amazing my family is and has always been. It may seem minor, but as I was rounding the dirt road by the lake that led to the last turn to get to our campsite, I see two four-wheelers sitting in the middle of the road. It was Mandi and Walt with each of the girls waiting for me to get there and guide me back to our site. They had came down to meet me! I was so grateful...and just really, really happy to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents do so much to prepare for our trips, and I get to show up and enjoy. This time with them was really sweet...even if my dad snores, and my mom wants me to get up at 8am on a Saturday. :) I made them a card to share my appreciation. I took the picture on the first night of their 'vintage' camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioBU0HYQHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/15JgNPHo2jA/s1600-h/camper_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioBU0HYQHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/15JgNPHo2jA/s320/camper_card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344085364927119474" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Friends!&lt;/span&gt; Truly, I have amazing friends. I feel like this month, maybe more than any other month, I have felt the magnitude of the sweetness of friendship and true, true fellowship. Whether it be a girl-sess cry-out, laughing 'til it hurts, or just surrounding one another in times of need...the people in my life couldn't have been hand-picked any more perfectly. This journey...is a journey to say the least, and the ones I get to experience it with are more-than-amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-4350786008932431467?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2aa9f1b5450e959c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/4350786008932431467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=4350786008932431467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4350786008932431467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4350786008932431467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-days.html' title='May Days'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SioAOZFJXnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/82hD1ltpACQ/s72-c/IMG_5228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4613671037785110014</id><published>2009-05-22T22:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:51:32.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Review | Paolo Nutini</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to do this for a very long time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Confession #1:&lt;/span&gt; I love music. Like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; love. I am constantly on the lookout for artists I have never heard before, and I don't hesitate to purchase the goodness 99cents at a time from iTunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Confession #2:&lt;/span&gt; The repeat function is my most-used function. I know it's crazy (and quite annoying to some), but I can listen to a song over, and over, and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Confession #3:&lt;/span&gt; I thought of doing a music review on my blog, and I am really excited that I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; doing it. I just love the idea of sharing the gems that others might enjoy as well. So, I created a music-review-graphic, and here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Shd89QQc1NI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ebzrXVvkqXQ/s1600-h/music_review_paolonutini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Shd89QQc1NI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ebzrXVvkqXQ/s320/music_review_paolonutini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338873275048842450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Artist: Paolo Nutini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Website:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.paolonutini.com"&gt;www.paolonutini.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; These Streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fav Song 1:&lt;/span&gt; Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Lyrics: "handsome smile wearing handsome shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Song 2:&lt;/span&gt; Rewind&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Lyrics (and final confession): When I first heard the song, I thought the lyrics were, "why can't we just drink wine." It wasn't until I actually paid attention to the title did I learn that it was, in fact, "why can't we just rewind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Nutini is twenty-two years old, and you would never believe it after listening to his music. Amazingly soulful, unique, and emotional...it has you sure that many, many years have seasoned his style. It's so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-4613671037785110014?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/4613671037785110014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=4613671037785110014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4613671037785110014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4613671037785110014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-review-paolo-nutini.html' title='Music Review | Paolo Nutini'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Shd89QQc1NI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ebzrXVvkqXQ/s72-c/music_review_paolonutini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4910700476951437825</id><published>2009-05-22T18:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:51:27.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Dreamer | Audacious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Creative Roundtable &lt;/span&gt;at work was a very nice surprise on a Thursday. A great lunch supplied, fellow designer friends, and craft-time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project: design a beverage that Group might design (keeping in mind the values of creativity and communication). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of my utter excitement to rip up magazines, find great words, and paste paper to a glass bottle (i have never done #3). The kicker: we only had thirty minutes! My tendency is to plan, plan, plan, leaving the amount of time to execute, sadly, never enough. However, I would say that my finished craft came out simple and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink Name: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;audacious&lt;/span&gt; (letters in magenta :)&lt;br /&gt;Tagline: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;deliciously unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;for the dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun factor: ripped-up lunch napkin to create a "confetti top."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdIJwPOkiI/AAAAAAAAAss/6iM7rdTDeQA/s1600-h/aud4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdIJwPOkiI/AAAAAAAAAss/6iM7rdTDeQA/s400/aud4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338815215675806242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdHNqu5w3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/dhAGlWARSQ8/s1600-h/aud1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdHNqu5w3I/AAAAAAAAAsk/dhAGlWARSQ8/s400/aud1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814183405896562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdHIkuE3lI/AAAAAAAAAsc/rhZ6b5ODVEo/s1600-h/aud2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdHIkuE3lI/AAAAAAAAAsc/rhZ6b5ODVEo/s400/aud2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814095892471378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdHCQYcEqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/9ehpCjIz5jI/s1600-h/aud3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdHCQYcEqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/9ehpCjIz5jI/s400/aud3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338813987353793186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the word, audacious. &lt;br /&gt;1. extremely bold or daring; recklessly brave; fearless&lt;br /&gt;2. extremely original; without restriction to prior ideas; highly inventive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be fearless, and try the all-new "audacious" If you desire to be (or already are) deliciously unique, enjoy this extremely original beverage. For the dreamer: this must be you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am being secretly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;motivated&lt;/span&gt; by this glass bottle sitting on my desk :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-4910700476951437825?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/4910700476951437825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=4910700476951437825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4910700476951437825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/4910700476951437825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-dreamer-audacious.html' title='For the Dreamer | Audacious'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ShdIJwPOkiI/AAAAAAAAAss/6iM7rdTDeQA/s72-c/aud4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5829870452181143680</id><published>2009-05-17T15:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:08:20.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nordy's for Aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1684559fdf3e4179" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1684559fdf3e4179%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67DE4E92DDC53D9220C0451615AA710C3040E4F0.292F2CCAAD993F3C6095874AC893770EA306E88E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1684559fdf3e4179%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGxsrgQx7F4S8-mexJ4qu3fhkDGo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1684559fdf3e4179%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332295658%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67DE4E92DDC53D9220C0451615AA710C3040E4F0.292F2CCAAD993F3C6095874AC893770EA306E88E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1684559fdf3e4179%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGxsrgQx7F4S8-mexJ4qu3fhkDGo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron (bro-in-law) turned 27 on the 28th of April. Really good BBQ. Family platters. Fifteen of us gathered to celebrate and eat. The cornbread muffins are the best. My nieces and nephews are always a highlight...so is leaning across the table to chat and catch up with my mom &amp;amp; sisters! Eating out with a 5, 2, 1 1/2, and 4 month old is never dull, and to some, the definition of insanity...but we love it. At least I do. I love being with my family, no matter how crazy it is. I get to practice with bouncing babies, coloring with crayons, giving piggy-back rides, and laughing at everything they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell this story. Kaitlynn (5) is learning so much. In kindergarten, they are learning the sounds of letters by making the sound with an action. We were thinking of a word that started with a "c." I said "cloudy." And Kaitlynn says, "Mmmm, yes. Partly Cloudy." She starts making the "puh" sound for "puh-artly." We all started laughing, and Mandi explained that she LOVES watching the weather in the morning. It's not "cloudy," it's most definitely "partly cloudy." So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Beginning to have fun with iMovie. It's quite a lengthy process to create a video...but I am sucked in, I think. I tried the whole "aged" look. It kind of makes my images look a little low-res. :) Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5829870452181143680?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1684559fdf3e4179&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5829870452181143680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5829870452181143680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5829870452181143680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5829870452181143680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/05/nordys-for-aaron_17.html' title='Nordy&apos;s for Aaron'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3625748912881710958</id><published>2009-05-16T20:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:14:46.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sg9xvmWYddI/AAAAAAAAAr8/jTaiHJo7vBI/s1600-h/gracious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sg9xvmWYddI/AAAAAAAAAr8/jTaiHJo7vBI/s200/gracious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609146019542482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gracious&lt;/span&gt; 1. having or showing kindness, courtesy, charm 2. compassionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a loyal Real Simple reader. I love the quotes at the beginning of each issue. I had to share this month's (attributed to Elsie de Wolfe).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3625748912881710958?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3625748912881710958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3625748912881710958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3625748912881710958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3625748912881710958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/05/grace-it.html' title='Grace It'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sg9xvmWYddI/AAAAAAAAAr8/jTaiHJo7vBI/s72-c/gracious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5447398366773363279</id><published>2009-05-12T14:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:08:24.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Delight &amp; Dip-Cones</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SgnWyxz5U3I/AAAAAAAAArk/h_rNgRUoABw/s1600-h/dipcone-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SgnWyxz5U3I/AAAAAAAAArk/h_rNgRUoABw/s400/dipcone-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335031401449870194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SgnWtozgJNI/AAAAAAAAArc/M_xXYvCwPTU/s1600-h/heart-shaped-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SgnWtozgJNI/AAAAAAAAArc/M_xXYvCwPTU/s400/heart-shaped-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335031313132954834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 degrees. Dairy Delite down the street. Heart-shaped chairs and chocolate dip cones. Seriously. So great. If my photos make you want to be there, I have accomplished my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.poladroid.net/"&gt;Poladriod&lt;/a&gt; for helping me accomplish the authentic &amp; brilliant polaroids)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5447398366773363279?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5447398366773363279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5447398366773363279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5447398366773363279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5447398366773363279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/05/delight-dip-cones.html' title='Delight &amp; Dip-Cones'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SgnWyxz5U3I/AAAAAAAAArk/h_rNgRUoABw/s72-c/dipcone-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3725180182888514596</id><published>2009-05-06T19:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:54:03.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Needy...</title><content type='html'>...ok, not really. Not the "needy" that you may think this implies. I mean, I need things, but in a general sense, I would hope to say that my close friends and family wouldn't use the word "needy" to describe me. Whoa...rabbit trail. Back on track. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend/co-worker, &lt;a href="http://rilescott.blogspot.com"&gt;Riley&lt;/a&gt;, made a post of "needs," and I thought it was really funny. I have been wanting to try it for awhile now, and so...I am. (Riley, the idea is officially credited to you :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step One:&lt;/span&gt; type "(your name here) needs" in a Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step Two:&lt;/span&gt; write down the first 10 "needs" that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine: pretty funny, and irritatingly accurate in some instances. &lt;br /&gt;Google = psychic? No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here goes [with personal commentary]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; to grow a pair.&lt;br /&gt;[mildly inappropriate. but if i were to comment: no, i don't think so. i have been getting WAY better at assertiveness and stating my opinions: nicely surprising]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; a diary.&lt;br /&gt;[written in one since middle school. do i write about the same things?...not telling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; a loving and supportive family.&lt;br /&gt;[i absolutely have one of these. they're amazing.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; to get her groove back.&lt;br /&gt;[i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; gotten my groove back. salsa dancing on tuesday nights and country-dancing on wednesdays. later tonight, actually.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; a building team to clean, paint, and repair a building.&lt;br /&gt;[hmmm, let's do a community service project. i'm in if you're in!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;[i got one. hols: it will be fabulous]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; to find someone, and she needs to find him fast.&lt;br /&gt;[i don't like the word "find," but i do like the word "him"] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;[i make plenty. grace is required.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; some voice lessons.&lt;br /&gt;[this would be a good thing. my voice is enough for car-singing...with no one else in the car]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Veronica &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; a damn good guy in her life...&lt;br /&gt;[i agree with this statement.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10 Needs" is fun. You should do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3725180182888514596?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3725180182888514596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3725180182888514596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3725180182888514596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3725180182888514596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-needy.html' title='I Am Needy...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7819356442978080193</id><published>2009-05-03T15:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:44:32.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Media-Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sf4PyqaoSqI/AAAAAAAAArU/V3efsLrWKx8/s1600-h/media_fast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sf4PyqaoSqI/AAAAAAAAArU/V3efsLrWKx8/s200/media_fast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331716371907103394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week. No Facebook. No Twitter. No Blogging. No Music. I thought, no way, really? I knew the challenge would be difficult, but I was more surprised in what I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top Seven Things I Learned (from being disconnected)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. It was more of a habit than I realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I thought, "I don't use media ALL THE TIME." or "It's not a problem." But when I got in my car for the first time and told myself that I could not turn on the radio or play my latest "favorite" song, it was apparent to me how much a part of my life "media" is. I would reach for the knob on my stereo at least 5 times during any drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Silence is uncomfortable...at first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to hear what silence sounds like was something I think I used to know. I relearned. I heard the birds as I drove. I heard the rain hit the ground. For once, the music playing wasn't setting my mood. Silence is hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. I had to check my motivations (sometimes wrong ones).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to check my reasons and motivations for being on Facebook and Twitter. Because I was able to step away for awhile, I realized I might not NEED to know what everyone is up to at all times and vice-versa. I asked a lot of questions like, was I receiving validation just by thinking people knew what I was up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. I appreciate intentional communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love knowing what people are up to and how they are doing. But, what I love more is when intentional effort from both sides is made to communicate. It's like sending a broad text message to all of your friends vs. a coffee date or phone conversation. They don't compare. It's easy for someone to know what you're doing, but another thing for them to know how you're doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? I would spend senseless time online, and get sucked in for at least thirty minutes at a time. When it wasn't an option to "hop on for a sec," it was amazing how almost freeing that was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. I was disconnected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was weird. We are in a culture of connection. When everything you do is online, and all of your friends communicate through that as well...it removes you from a piece of familiarity. It was good. It was very challenging. To be honest, I missed "knowing" what was going on. But, I realized that I don't NEED to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. I need silence so God can speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noise is everywhere. True silence reveals the "still soft voice" of the Lord. Taking time out to really spend time in His Word, and away from distraction was so refreshing. I look to really carry this out for more than just the "media-fast" week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7819356442978080193?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7819356442978080193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7819356442978080193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7819356442978080193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7819356442978080193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/05/media-fast.html' title='Media-Fast'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sf4PyqaoSqI/AAAAAAAAArU/V3efsLrWKx8/s72-c/media_fast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-2014391920934027691</id><published>2009-04-27T23:16:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:55:39.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Lots of Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rock &amp; Worship Roadshow&lt;/span&gt; :Lost &amp; Found&lt;br /&gt;Four girls hopped in the car and headed to Denver. None of us knew the actual directions to the Denver Coliseum, and so I used my trusty phone to look up the address. The address it took us to was Downtown Denver (see picture). As we were approaching the "wrong address," I realized it wasn't where we were supposed to be at all...and I should have known exactly where we were going—I have been there a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thousand&lt;/span&gt; times. You know, now that I think of it, directions haven't ever really been my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaR1qAlkqI/AAAAAAAAAp0/NpvkfpjsQD4/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaR1qAlkqI/AAAAAAAAAp0/NpvkfpjsQD4/s320/IMG_4579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329607560035406498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was super-great! Tenth Avenue North, Jeremy Camp, and MercyMe were all amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaSDp2EZvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VRcjsPrfj9Y/s1600-h/IMG_4588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaSDp2EZvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VRcjsPrfj9Y/s320/IMG_4588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329607800509458162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, guess what? We lost our way again. This time, it was more entertaining...or creepy? Taking a wrong turn by the Coliseum is not a good idea...let me repeat: NOT a good idea. We found a factory (picture below) that we never knew was there, abandoned bridges, and a way-sketchy bar called "da-hook-up!" Are you kidding me? It seemed we found everything but the right road. Ha. Entertaining nonetheless...we are never without adventure, even if it contains a little risk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaSWaz885I/AAAAAAAAAqM/mJkkmtnIjnI/s1600-h/IMG_4599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaSWaz885I/AAAAAAAAAqM/mJkkmtnIjnI/s320/IMG_4599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329608122891563922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;House-Warming by Mark &amp; Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their house is spectacular, and the food was authentic Italian. Delicious. We took turns throwing my nieces and Everett onto the LoveSack, and jumping on the tramp! Reminder: Jumping on the tramp is a great workout and I am not quite the "gymnast" I used to be. :) We played REAL poker with money and all. I have never played and was very insecure about my involvement. With some help from others (after they folded) I took fourth. 1-3 won $100. DANG! We played spoons, laughed so hard we almost cried...you know the routine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY MOM turned...&lt;/span&gt;(she might appreciate if I don't announce it here). &lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful, amazing, strong, and always right (not kidding). Her example is inspiring, and I learn more from and about her everyday. Mom, we love you!! Spending time with my family is without a doubt a great time. My mom's little par-tay was a great turnout. Bobbi, Brad, Terri, Patty, Dave, Walt, Mandi, Aaron, Val, Kaitlynn, Ellie, Everett, Capri, my dad, and I all celebrated with my mom: someone who means the world to us!! Really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaTUlLn-pI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Tfc2mM0ecz8/s1600-h/IMG_4862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaTUlLn-pI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Tfc2mM0ecz8/s320/IMG_4862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329609190827096722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cabin in the Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes is awesome. Our small group planned a trip to spend the weekend in a large cabin (compliments of Erica's grandparents) with amazing views, food, and fellowship. We ate, sat around for hours and talked, laughed, and learned stuff about one another that we may have never known. The main highlight was the game of "signs" we played for hours on end. I can't look at each person without re-enacting their "sign with sound effect." Highlights: cat talk, wedding-hand pictures, bar-brawl stories, my roommates, rocky mountain chocolate factory, and each and every person who went. Seriously love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaTq-0qUGI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YtICoEuzXZY/s1600-h/IMG_4889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaTq-0qUGI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YtICoEuzXZY/s320/IMG_4889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329609575667224674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaTfXfrNMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/nrPd-NSHV8s/s1600-h/small_group_cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaTfXfrNMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/nrPd-NSHV8s/s400/small_group_cabin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329609376131658946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Locked Out in the Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home from the mountains, and feeling motivated. I went for a run! With my iPod in hand, I close (and lock, by habit) my door as I leave. After my run, I come up to my door and realize I am locked out! I stand there...wondering what the heck I am going to do. I walk to every window to see if they MIGHT be open. No such luck. I climb, and I mean climb over the banister into our porch and pray that the sliding door would miraculously be open. Nope. I walk to Adrienne's (four buildings down) and knock twice...no answer. I walk home and sit there. It is cold and it starts to rain. I check every window again...and sit there. I go back to Adrienne's and knock twice again. She answers. I have woken her up from her nap. She is proud I went for a run...I am mad because I am locked out. We call everyone we know that might have the numbers I need to find a key. Finally after a couple hours....I called a locksmith. $60 later, and I am finally in my apartment. An hour and a half late for Girl's Night, and having to laugh at the incidents I find myself in. Let's just say that the glass of wine tasted really good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaT4sJwC2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/DMjghFpu6l8/s1600-h/girls_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaT4sJwC2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/DMjghFpu6l8/s320/girls_night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329609811173575522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-2014391920934027691?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/2014391920934027691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=2014391920934027691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2014391920934027691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2014391920934027691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers-lots-of-good.html' title='April Showers Lots of Good'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SfaR1qAlkqI/AAAAAAAAAp0/NpvkfpjsQD4/s72-c/IMG_4579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8343216150793313850</id><published>2009-04-18T14:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:18:25.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Sun-bathing, Shades, &amp; Angels</title><content type='html'>In light of the crazy weather (it rained for 3 days STRAIGHT...which I don't know if that has ever happened), I was reminded of some funny video conversations we had with our team. Part of us are in Colorado, and part of us are in California. Remember the blizzard day? Well, it was a white-out here and REALLY nice in CA. So...Jeff Storm (co-desiger) and I wanted to share the experience with our fellow team members who were enjoying the sunny weather. The videos are super-tiny...but because they fit nicely in an email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1166a47a1d3fd80f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/04/snow-sun-bathing-shades-angels.html' title='Snow, Sun-bathing, Shades, &amp; Angels'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-2384430104175327148</id><published>2009-04-14T23:52:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:13:47.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter of 2009 | Super Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; was made up of really great and meaningful memories this year. Honestly, I have to say that more than any other year...I am truly understanding what Easter means...and the hope that is real in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the Passion of the Christ on Friday, I attended a really unique worship experience in an unfinished basement! Sounds fun and very comfortable, right? Well, it was an experience representing the early church and how they worshiped in hiding (catacombs) for fear of persecution. We gathered together, and lit candles, while Tyler led us in a very moving, acoustic worship time. It was like nothing I have taken part in. Intimate and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were worshiping, I snapped a few photos of the environment and of the amazing flame of the candles. For future, know that t-lights are a bit dangerous... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV2XX0KfWI/AAAAAAAAApM/kIUSqGT-il8/s1600-h/catacombs_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV2XX0KfWI/AAAAAAAAApM/kIUSqGT-il8/s400/catacombs_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324792278337355106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it got over late, I needed to make dessert for our Easter dinner the next day. Picture me in my kitchen at 1am baking cupcakes, slathering them with pink frosting, and arranging jellybeans on top. Such an enjoyable time...even if my eyelids started getting heavy. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV2rOmQ17I/AAAAAAAAApU/0JKBdUeF2N0/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV2rOmQ17I/AAAAAAAAApU/0JKBdUeF2N0/s320/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324792619460515762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was filled with absolute goodness. I stinkin' love my family! As expected, some pictures and highlights to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV3zgpsRRI/AAAAAAAAApk/ykusottGP-8/s1600-h/easter_collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV3zgpsRRI/AAAAAAAAApk/ykusottGP-8/s400/easter_collage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324793861257315602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the little ones run around grabbing eggs from the grass at the humongous Easter Egg Hunt. And, Walt teaching his detailed strategies with Kaitlynn about how to retrieve the most eggs. Very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time catching up with my grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins. Playing games like "Things," and "Catch Phrase" is always entertaining! Comedy is never missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching the little ones open their Easter gifts. I chose 25 pictures of each of them out of my library of photos, had them printed, and placed them in albums. It reminded me that printing pictures is something I definitely need to do more of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV3DNU87sI/AAAAAAAAApc/E9C7Fhf27FE/s1600-h/easter_collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV3DNU87sI/AAAAAAAAApc/E9C7Fhf27FE/s400/easter_collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324793031436332738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching my dad climb inside the playhouse in the yard to play with Kaitlynn, Ellie &amp; Everett. We're small...it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlynn, who is five, knows how to use my camera...and very well. She went around capturing things from her point of view. I spared you from some of the pics and videos that she captured. More to come on that, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding Capri, and being secretly honored that she looks like me (and cries constantly like I did...). Her parents love that part! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett just wanted to be outside. Even in the rain. He just wanted to sit in the grass, play in the dirt, go down the slide...whatever. Bonding time happened in the playhouse. Ellie and him were locking each other in and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer and football in dress shoes, dodgeball with not-so-dodgeball balls, and enjoying the exhaustion from all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a highlight in itself: church, lunch with my parents, movies, popcorn, ice-cream...and relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It was true quality time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-2384430104175327148?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/2384430104175327148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=2384430104175327148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2384430104175327148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/2384430104175327148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-of-2009-super-sweet.html' title='Easter of 2009 | Super Sweet'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeV2XX0KfWI/AAAAAAAAApM/kIUSqGT-il8/s72-c/catacombs_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7195471447409334059</id><published>2009-04-13T22:53:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:57:11.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Reach 09 | South Padre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQldHrRvgI/AAAAAAAAApE/xOgX3eJlvkU/s1600-h/br_group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQldHrRvgI/AAAAAAAAApE/xOgX3eJlvkU/s400/br_group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324421841665768962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to be able to explain the essence of Beach Reach with words. The reality is…it’s nearly impossible. However, if I could use one word, it would be “dependence,” &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;absolute dependence on God.&lt;/span&gt; He reveals people, words, situations, and His amazing power. So many times, I heard myself say “I can’t do this.” And, His response was, “That’s right, you can’t...but I can.” His goodness is unfathomable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many pictures, but I have compiled some of my favs. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photos.php?id=42104679"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to see my albums on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQbB5NdRlI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gko3oO8ujrA/s1600-h/br_collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQbB5NdRlI/AAAAAAAAAoM/gko3oO8ujrA/s400/br_collage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324410378809853522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQa29mK39I/AAAAAAAAAoE/eG8r4t_Q7MM/s1600-h/br_collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQa29mK39I/AAAAAAAAAoE/eG8r4t_Q7MM/s400/br_collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324410191008686034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQgLwKKpQI/AAAAAAAAAo0/GxXQw4sxPUM/s1600-h/highlights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 33px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQgLwKKpQI/AAAAAAAAAo0/GxXQw4sxPUM/s400/highlights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324416045736961282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our drive from San Antonio to Padre, we played Brian Regan's CD. Not being able to breathe was totally worth the stomach workout. Oh my goodness...seriously, a solid two hours of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;laughter.&lt;/span&gt; Ashley...you know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped every couple hours to use the restrooms and buy snacks. Picture 52 people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;raiding a convenience store&lt;/span&gt; at odd hours of the night. Standing in line with Mike Jarrett, Bob Clancy, and Ashley HAS to be a highlight. I told Bob, "I am lame to hang out with because all I do is LAUGH at you..." Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed more than I ever have in a week’s time. Like never before, I felt a calling to be in prayer. Each night when we were assigning places for one another, I always felt the need to be in the prayer room to lift up what was going on in the vans. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;experienced the power of prayer&lt;/span&gt; in ways unimaginable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;true protection, strength, and care from the men&lt;/span&gt; in our group. We stayed in Padre South, and we were literally next door to the rowdy Spring Breakers at all times. The men walked us to our rooms, picked us up every morning, and walked us wherever we needed to go. I realized how much I was affected by this when I got out of my car at home, and by habit, looked for a male to walk with me to my door. I was a little disappointed when “he” wasn’t there. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the same scripture confirmed three different times throughout the week: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Isaiah 43.&lt;/span&gt; I will never forget these words... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze…Since you are precious and honored in my sight, and because I love you...Do not be afraid, for I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the entire verse in my journal on the first night in the prayer room. On the second night, Buddy Young, the founder of Beach Reach, used the exact verse in his sermon. When I returned home, I had a voicemail from a woman at the church who had been praying for me. She read the verse to me over the phone! Absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to be a part of two &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;baptisms in the Gulf of Mexico;&lt;/span&gt; Becca &amp; Lindsay. This was so unexpected and such an honor. These girls are so dear, and for them to invite me to be a part of this experience…I was so grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking on the beach back to the hotel, the "Cupid Shuffle" came on! What else did we do? We stopped and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;danced!&lt;/span&gt; I taught three girls how to do the shuffle. It was adorable how thankful they were. You just never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing the lives that were changed just within our group was more than sweet. Testimonials were &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;absolutely transformed&lt;/span&gt; during a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There are countless stories. So many lives changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQgSQNsY0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/I_O_dQrCzw4/s1600-h/stories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 33px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQgSQNsY0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/I_O_dQrCzw4/s400/stories.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324416157420905282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jaime Has No Shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was written the morning after being in the vans with Jaime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tremble because of your goodness. I tremble with this supernatural thankfulness. I laugh with an unexplainable joy. Your power is made undeniably real—again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of Jaime. I think of his dear words, his struggles, his questions. The reality of the reasons he got in our van. Alone, no shoes, bleeding feet, unsure as to what he was to do, nowhere to go—in countless ways. God placed an urgency directly on my heart as I talked with Jaime. It was an urgency that confirmed the need for someone to listen…listen to his struggles as he shared. Also someone to share the picture of love with him. He was confused by our service. He was confused by our love for others—for others who don’t appreciate what we were doing. As people got in and out of the van, Jaime just watched. When we would drop the next group off at their destination, he would just look at me in confusion. “Why are you doing this? This doesn’t make sense.” I shared with him that the love of God propels us, and He is the only reason we are able to do this. God meets us where we are at…no matter what. This is our way of helping in tangible ways…right where people are at. He said, “ I am this person. I am the person who would be in this van, thinking it was ‘just a free ride.’ But as I sit here with you, watching what you guys are doing…I see it from your perspective.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime had so many questions—about creation, suffering, science…so many. We talked, and in these moments, I spoke with love, but I also felt like I wasn’t the one to be able to answer all of this questions. I knew it was going to be someone else that needed to carry on this conversation. Mike Pintaric was driving, and I invited him into Jaime and I’s conversation. Mike’s math and science background allowed him to flawlessly answer Jaime’s questions. At change of shift, I headed to the prayer room to pray. Mike so amazingly answered his questions, shared his testimony, and four hours after riding in the van—Jaime accepted Jesus into his heart. Lauren gave her treasured Bible to him because he didn’t have one. She offered up the very gift of life—with her underlines, her notes…her Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the length of four hours, God strategically placed people in the vans to talk with Jaime, to be what he needed—to share the truth with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of this absolutely blows me away. God is amazingly divine, wonderful, powerful, and sweet. And, this is the tiniest fraction of it! The opportunity to sit next to Jaime, to talk with him, to be able to share the undeserved gift of Jesus, of God’s unconditional love…it is beyond words. How is this possible? I am appalled that we get to be a part of this. The joy that fills my heart is like none other—His joy, His gift. God allows us to be His hands and His feet…I can’t fathom how much He loves us. I can’t believe we get to be a part of what God is doing…welcome Jaime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Disappearance of Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 o’clock in the morning, and this was our last shift in the vans. Most of us had woken up from a 2-3 hour sleep to begin this final experience cruising on South Padre Island. There were some from our group, however who wanted more than just a final 2-hour shift. They had gone “fishing” prior to this early morning length of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Clancy was one of those guys. He was an all-star in conversation with people. He made amazing connections throughout the week and was hoping to pick his new friends up on this last night. He hopped out of the fishing van to get into ours. With him, he brought a guy named Dan. Dan was a built young man with a white shirt on. He had a five-o’clock shadow under his black hat. Dan shook our hands, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was “I’m searching, you guys. I’m searching my life.” It was clear that he and Bob had been talking about some very important life things. We smiled and told him we were glad he was going to ride with us for the second shift. He and Bob frequented the port-o-potties around the building before we took off. After a few minutes, Bob came running around the corner. He ran up to us, and panicked, he said, “Dan disappeared, you guys. He just disappeared! I went into the port-o-potty, and I came out and he was gone!” Wait, what? He’s gone? We quickly got in the vans to drive around the church parking lot, our eyes peeled searching for him. Bob and Bear got out on foot and were yelling his name. No luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob was really bummed. As he climbed back in the van, he says, “Where is he!? We have to find him. We were only half-way through the story.” He climbed in the back and was silent. It’s these moments that seem so confusing. Why did he leave? Where is he? Our initial reaction was just like Bob’s. WE have to find him. It only makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision was to begin picking others up, while still looking for Dan. I had an advantage as I was sitting in the front passenger seat as Navigator. I just stared out the window relentlessly looking for this guy in a white shirt and distinct black hat…most likely walking alone. He has to be close, I kept thinking. This is when I started getting emotional. Seeing Bob in the back absolutely heart-broken that Dan disappeared, and us wanting so badly to find this guy who was “searching his life.” Turn after turn, street after street, no sign of him. I prayed as tears welled up in my eyes. “Lord, please let us just find him. Where is he? Please just show us, tell us.” I heard the Holy Spirit say, “You must trust me. If you do, it will increase your faith. But, you must trust.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mind did circles, I just kept wondering how God would reveal Himself. Would he show us where Dan was? Would he bring Dan back to us? What will it mean if he didn’t do any of this? I kept praying. I kept searching…for Dan, and answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping a group of people off, we had an empty van. Justin asked, “Bob, what you want to do?” Bob replied that we should go back to the church and look for him around there again. The van pulled into the church as we were all silently looking out the windows. Bob jumped out to see if Dan could have possibly gone into the church. He came back with a disappointed look on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bob climbed in, Justin said, “Let’s just stop and pray for awhile.” He put the van in park right in the middle of the parking lot. Each one in the van offered up prayers to our loving, listening Father. We asked for His sovereignty, His Will, His voice. We asked for Him to show us where Dan was, but if it wasn’t in His will for us to reunite with him, then we prayed that someone would come into his life to finish the rest of the story, to offer him what he is searching for: Jesus. After we said Amen, Justin asked, “What’s on your hearts?” I involuntarily blurted “Days Inn!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this picture in my mind of us knocking door-to-door to find Dan in one of the rooms. I could say I had no idea where these words and visions came from, but I know. I know that the Lord had placed them on my heart. Later, Bob explained that as I was saying the words, he was saying them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes, Justin pulled the van into the Days Inn parking lot. Before it rolled to a stop, Bob was out the door. He went directly up to the second floor of the motel-style room doors. There was a door open with a group of people inside. Bob stepped in to say hi. This is all we witnessed from the van. Bob was gone for quite a few minutes. All this time, my heart was beating uncontrollably. He has to be here, I kept thinking. “Lord, please let Bob find him.” About ten minutes passed and Bob comes running down the stairs and into the van. He has a beaming look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob started to tell the story. When he stepped into the open hotel room, he recognized a guy named Ryder who had just been baptized in the ocean that afternoon. He began a short conversation congratulating him and encouraging him to get connected to a church when he gets home. After their conversation was over, Bob asked Ryder, “Hey do you know of a Dan who is staying at this hotel?” Ryder replied with a yes and told Bob he was right next door in room 206! What!? Bob ran next door and knocked. A guy answered the door, and Dan was lying on the bed! He was falling in and out of sleep. Bob shouted his name, and Dan recognized him and told him he wanted to finish their conversation. He asked his roommate to give Bob all of his contact information. PRASIE GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7195471447409334059?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7195471447409334059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7195471447409334059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7195471447409334059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7195471447409334059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach-reach-09-south-padre.html' title='Beach Reach 09 | South Padre'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SeQldHrRvgI/AAAAAAAAApE/xOgX3eJlvkU/s72-c/br_group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8116034329814572791</id><published>2009-04-10T14:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:56:27.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday | The Sacrifice of Christ</title><content type='html'>Today, I want to remember. I want to honor. I want to treat this day intentionally. I have watched the Passion of the Christ once. In the theaters when it came out. I promised myself that I would not watch it for at least three years because of the emotional impact it had on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past two months, I have really wanted to watch it again. I purchased the movie and am going to sit down and watch it again. I want this Easter to be real. I want to truly remember what it means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sd-yaKtq5CI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ZMgHErzH2Cw/s1600-h/The-passion-of-the-christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sd-yaKtq5CI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ZMgHErzH2Cw/s320/The-passion-of-the-christ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323169447197467682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8116034329814572791?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8116034329814572791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8116034329814572791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8116034329814572791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8116034329814572791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-sacrifice-of-christ.html' title='Good Friday | The Sacrifice of Christ'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/Sd-yaKtq5CI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ZMgHErzH2Cw/s72-c/The-passion-of-the-christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5632371276676391132</id><published>2009-04-04T15:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:21:07.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Padre Painting</title><content type='html'>I came back from South Padre with free ride cards, journals entries, church bulletins, and a variety of things I wanted to make something out of. A painting invitation from Holly to hang out in her loft was a perfect opportunity to see what I could throw together. It was really great to 'get my hands dirty,' literally because I don't use paintbrushes, I finger-paint. Within a few hours, I had a finished mixed-media painting that will forever speak memories from Padre 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still journaling and recovering entries from all the great stories from the eight days on the island. Stay tuned to more details :) For now...the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SdfPNdtaG8I/AAAAAAAAAn0/69CUNGfXXjU/s1600-h/padre_painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SdfPNdtaG8I/AAAAAAAAAn0/69CUNGfXXjU/s400/padre_painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320949314981862338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5632371276676391132?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5632371276676391132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5632371276676391132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5632371276676391132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5632371276676391132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/04/padre-painting.html' title='Padre Painting'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SdfPNdtaG8I/AAAAAAAAAn0/69CUNGfXXjU/s72-c/padre_painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8547892604451619833</id><published>2009-03-13T12:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:29:43.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>It really does feel like I have been "missing in action." There is truth to it. I have been missing...well, in the blog world ;) And in action? Yes, in many ways. I knew March would be a crazy month. In the midst of it though, I ask, "Did I think it would be THIS crazy?" You never know, right? So many great things, great people, great learnings, great growth...and great realizations. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to give an update on the "big ones" like: &lt;br /&gt;• National Youth Ministry Conference in Columbus, OH.&lt;br /&gt;• Fun nights with friends&lt;br /&gt;• Co-worker Riley visiting from California (our design team rules)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving in an hour to meet at the church to go to BEACH REACH!! 52 young adults from Timberline are headed down to South Padre Island to give free rides, eat pancakes, and show the love of Christ to those partying on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor, Reza will be updating &lt;a href="http://web.me.com/rezazadeh3/Site/Rezas_Ramblings/Rezas_Ramblings.html"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt; during our trip. Check it out if you’d like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a super-intense experience. If you think about it over the course of the trip, please pray for those headed down, and those who will be on the island. Your prayers mean more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;~von&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was life-changing. I blogged about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaching-beach-so-uncomfortable.html"&gt;So Uncomfortable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaching-beach-plane-thoughts_26.html"&gt;Plane Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaching-beach-affirmation-from-my_26.html"&gt;Affirmation from my Father&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaching-beach-men-of-god_26.html"&gt;Men of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaching-beach-welcome-jose_26.html"&gt;Welcome Jose!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaching-beach-true-joy_26.html"&gt;Pure Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8547892604451619833?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8547892604451619833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8547892604451619833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8547892604451619833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8547892604451619833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/03/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1836441052273141046</id><published>2009-02-23T23:28:00.030-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:17:06.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months into 2009</title><content type='html'>I love to share. I haven't for awhile. So many funny, cool. new, and wonderful things have happened so far this year. And, because of this, it has left little time to recreate them on my blog. :) &lt;br /&gt;This could be the longest post yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and aunt brought the party to the dance floor at my cousin's 40th birthday. P.S. I am so proud of my mom. She has lost over 60lbs!! She looks amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOUN9o-DqI/AAAAAAAAAlk/T3Cu781VZjw/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOUN9o-DqI/AAAAAAAAAlk/T3Cu781VZjw/s320/dancing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306247753578188450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece, Capri was born. See &lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-perfect.html"&gt;this link.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe how pretty she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOYzyFG08I/AAAAAAAAAnc/wwY0gF6zGiM/s1600-h/108_3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOYzyFG08I/AAAAAAAAAnc/wwY0gF6zGiM/s320/108_3221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306252801356518338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett is such a sweet, older brother. About every hour or so, he realizes that he needs to give little Capri some love. So...he looks for her and heads right over to give her an open-mouthed, slobbery kiss. Look at him in his Broncos hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOUhRwhM0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/Cks6wfBzGoY/s1600-h/everett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOUhRwhM0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/Cks6wfBzGoY/s320/everett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306248085396075330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie, my other niece, turned two on Jan 1 and had her tonsils out this month. I sat on her hospital bed with her. She faced me, curled up...and stared. She does this. For long amounts of time, she just looks at me. No expression, just watching. She is left-handed, and I am secretly excited to share this trait with her. I think she'll be an artist. After Mandi explained that Ellie aimlessly wonders around just looking at things, she says, "She acts like her aunt Von." Ha! I love it. Here are the girls at Red Robin. Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOUY4rO_LI/AAAAAAAAAls/z2i5Y3ZcW7w/s1600-h/kaitlynn_ellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOUY4rO_LI/AAAAAAAAAls/z2i5Y3ZcW7w/s320/kaitlynn_ellie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306247941224070322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable quote from Miss Kaitlynn. As her and her mom and dad were laying on the couch together, she says, "My mommy and daddy are pretty cool. Mommy, you're pretty, and daddy, you're cool." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been full. It's been fun. I don't think I have laughed as much as I have in the last few months. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toasting the new year with wine, friends, and smoke (Matt forgot to open the flue to the fireplace). Talking about the "best of 2008" and goals for 2009. Boarding, then falling. Boarding, then falling. Adrienne was my personal cheerleader all the way down the mountain. Being convinced (by Matt) that he has a prosthetic toe, puts jelly in his noodles, and was attacked by a raccoon. People, I only believed him for a second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen girls for dinner at Cipoletti's. This is Amy! She would sing at all times if it was socially acceptable. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOU5mPsKUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/LbrK994obVY/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOU5mPsKUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/LbrK994obVY/s320/amy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306248503212386626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett singing every word to Ice Ice Baby, and winning first place at the Talent Show for his glorious ribbon-dancing. 5 of us girls did a dance to NSync's "I Want You Back," and I wore the biggest and baggiest sweats I have ever worn. We also re-enacted "Jesus is My Friend" by Sonseed. I found two old keyboards at Goodwill (what are the chances) and made them into keytars. Photo isn't great, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVF8knyEI/AAAAAAAAAmM/lff5KCad-rQ/s1600-h/nsync.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVF8knyEI/AAAAAAAAAmM/lff5KCad-rQ/s320/nsync.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306248715364190274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to Steamboat, packed to the max, with Matt, Brett, Holly, and Adrienne. For the first time ever, I skied a double-black diamond (twice)! 35 of us stayed in a school, skied, and warmed up in the Hot Springs. Most likely, one of the best ski trips I have been on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOViCjnBJI/AAAAAAAAAms/7ITyMkKTy0M/s1600-h/steamboat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOViCjnBJI/AAAAAAAAAms/7ITyMkKTy0M/s320/steamboat1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249198006895762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVdQ8Y6TI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RLxHVvJ42GI/s1600-h/steamboat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVdQ8Y6TI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RLxHVvJ42GI/s320/steamboat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249115969579314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat = Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVXtjQ74I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Tf_PXiKJ5qE/s1600-h/steamboat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVXtjQ74I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Tf_PXiKJ5qE/s320/steamboat3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249020569612162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVS_UJlPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pTE4YRnvOWo/s1600-h/steamboat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVS_UJlPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pTE4YRnvOWo/s320/steamboat4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306248939438707954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a day off of work. I don't remember the last time I've done this. I had the most relaxing Valentine's Day weekend. I went to Mimi's Cafe, and had an amaretto latte in an over-sized mug. I read, spent time with family, got a pedicure, and attended a girl's formal cocktail party. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVzR0haEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/51npswQ9fec/s1600-h/mimis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVzR0haEI/AAAAAAAAAm8/51npswQ9fec/s320/mimis.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249494162139202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two girls are hands-down, the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVuIAEgRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Fk7u4Vp8CUI/s1600-h/v-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOVuIAEgRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Fk7u4Vp8CUI/s320/v-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249405626876178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing for two-hours straight at Brian Regan. This guy named Kermet Appio opened, and he was AS FUNNY as Brian Regan. No joke. Another have-to-hear comedian: Jim Gaffigan. Check them all out on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Samantha had her baby!! Ajax Emerson. He looks like his dad! &lt;br /&gt;I will miss her A TON at work! Really, really. First photo is from her work baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOWJZqwYYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2vH_-gVctVw/s1600-h/samantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOWJZqwYYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2vH_-gVctVw/s320/samantha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249874225783170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOWAd0pmHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/zwfZTdw8nJo/s1600-h/ajax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOWAd0pmHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/zwfZTdw8nJo/s320/ajax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249720722200690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left out so many great moments. These few months have been packed, great, and at times, kind of exhausting. I wouldn't change any of it, though. I am, however looking forward to some downtime at the end of March. Two really big things coming up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1836441052273141046?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1836441052273141046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1836441052273141046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1836441052273141046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1836441052273141046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-months-into-2009.html' title='Three Months into 2009'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SaOUN9o-DqI/AAAAAAAAAlk/T3Cu781VZjw/s72-c/dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8910556472906706393</id><published>2009-02-22T23:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:22:09.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Perfect</title><content type='html'>My niece, Capri Lynn, was born on January 29 at 10:16 in the morning. At 5 lbs. 15 oz, she has to be one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. 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The fact is, I don't have several hours to spare. I theorize about writing really brilliant things and sharing my favorite pictures/happenings. Up side to being busy...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; busy with all-things-life is that I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; busy with all-things-life. Downside: I haven't had time to write about it, or in some ways...truly enjoy it. Goal: write &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; this weekend...in addition to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the beginning of this year has been brilliant, challenging, funny...and pretty great. And...time is FLYING BY!! Ok, I'm out. Until later.&lt;br /&gt;~v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1690406623933152286?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1690406623933152286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1690406623933152286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1690406623933152286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1690406623933152286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog...'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5670903963137403630</id><published>2009-01-15T23:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:51:01.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Lib Mailer | You Have to Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SXAt3GFgydI/AAAAAAAAAks/OYItssWWCBM/s1600-h/0115092341a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SXAt3GFgydI/AAAAAAAAAks/OYItssWWCBM/s320/0115092341a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291779986710120914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know mad-libs, right? And do you know what &lt;a href="http://www.knockknock.biz"&gt;knockknock.biz&lt;/a&gt; products are? On a &lt;a href="http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-steamboat-walden.html"&gt;trip to Steamboat&lt;/a&gt; with the other two musketeers, Adrienne and Holly, I found this mad-lib-built-into-a-greeting-card-mailer on clearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filled one out, laughed really hard, and now I have 15 left. Here’s the fun part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Decide to play.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smile ‘cause it’ll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fill out the list of words in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;4. Include your address.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will write them in and laugh at the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will place a stamp and mail it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think this is as great as I do. You won’t be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun filling these out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasion for Contact:&lt;br /&gt;Recipient’s Name:&lt;br /&gt;Colorful Noun:&lt;br /&gt;Length of Time:&lt;br /&gt;Past-Tense Social Action:&lt;br /&gt;Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;Person(s) or Things:&lt;br /&gt;Biographical Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;Past-Tense Action:&lt;br /&gt;Comparative Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;Worthy Activity or Goal:&lt;br /&gt;Modern Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;Typical Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;Action + ing:&lt;br /&gt;Nutso Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;Melodramatic Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;Social Action:&lt;br /&gt;Yet Another Social Action:&lt;br /&gt;Body Part:&lt;br /&gt;Body Part or Plural Noun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose One:&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards&lt;br /&gt;Affectionately&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name or Other Identifying Mark:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (Write something here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see your answers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5670903963137403630?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5670903963137403630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5670903963137403630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5670903963137403630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5670903963137403630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/01/mad-lib-mailer-you-have-to-play.html' title='Mad Lib Mailer | You Have to Play'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SXAt3GFgydI/AAAAAAAAAks/OYItssWWCBM/s72-c/0115092341a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3954627207292121112</id><published>2009-01-14T19:44:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:35:46.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Before the Storm | A Good One</title><content type='html'>I will be the first to admit that I have enjoyed a little break from most-things-social. Over the holidays, there really was a break from nine70, growth groups, insight...you know, the normal three-nights-a-week plan. I should probably note here that this doesn't apply to all-things-work. IT has been very busy...and I am learning a ton. Perhaps more on that later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been embarrassingly lazy in the evenings. I mean, even now I am on my computer (should not be) while my laundry needs done and room needs cleaned. I have read books, watched movies, and went home after work with nothing to rush off to. When plans aren't made, I have been OK with not making them. It has been refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are coming to the end of the "break." Tomorrow, we do a dry-run for our weekly young adult ministry night: nine70. We are moving into the newly-built south auditorium with every capability imaginable. Media, lights, and sound will be out of this world! Well, maybe not tomorrow night...but the options are endless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our move, we wanted a "fresh" look. Everything I have designed for nine70 has been kind of all-over-the-board. It is time to begin giving people consistency starting with design, ooh, my job. :) So, merging what we have done with a taste of a few new things, I created announcement slides. Here are two of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SW6ryhedJNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/PCJD14gYqPc/s1600-h/welcome_SLIDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SW6ryhedJNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/PCJD14gYqPc/s320/welcome_SLIDE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291355496674829522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a young adult looking to get connected, check us out: nine70.org     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our nine70 ministry strives to help young adults experience an authentic community where they grow closer to Christ while developing a passion to serve Him and reach the surrounding community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SW6s3snIyEI/AAAAAAAAAkk/J056-msa0iE/s1600-h/nine70org_SLIDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SW6s3snIyEI/AAAAAAAAAkk/J056-msa0iE/s320/nine70org_SLIDE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291356685075007554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow it begins. This is the calm before the storm (tonight). Then, everything is back on. As much as I have enjoyed some aspects of being a hermit, I miss being social! Friday night is a little small group game-night reunion, and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better ease in...I mean, I might go through withdrawals of quiet evenings at home with a book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3954627207292121112?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3954627207292121112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3954627207292121112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3954627207292121112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3954627207292121112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/01/calm-before-storm-good-one.html' title='Calm Before the Storm | A Good One'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SW6ryhedJNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/PCJD14gYqPc/s72-c/welcome_SLIDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-8552452875427867235</id><published>2009-01-11T19:04:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:23:01.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Fieldtrip</title><content type='html'>Friday night and no pre-determined plans. This is not usually the case. So, I wanted to take advantage of it. I went to Barnes &amp; Noble, purchased a hot latte, and browsed the store. First, I looked at the journals, which are a favorite of mine. I walked through almost every aisle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice, I was startled by snakes on the front covers of reptile books. Uhh, those get me every time! I recovered quickly and stayed focused. I didn’t go in with any set plans, and so the outcome was somewhat surprising. I’ll share later about my purchases. What wasn’t surprising was my need to flip through the design books. Barnes has limited their design section (disappointing), but I found a brilliant book! It’s called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fingerprint-Hand-Made-Elements-Graphic-Design/dp/1581808712"&gt;Fingerprint: The Art of Using Hand-Made Elements in Graphic Design&lt;/a&gt;. It is published through &lt;a href="http://www.howdesign.com/GeneralMenu/"&gt;HowDesign&lt;/a&gt; books, and with every page, I saw something that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqoTlPpHOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ycxqgNWhi9A/s1600-h/fingerprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqoTlPpHOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ycxqgNWhi9A/s320/fingerprint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290225766668770530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was most likely illegal, but I snapped some pics of my favorite pages. I will credit them &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fingerprint-Hand-Made-Elements-Graphic-Design/dp/1581808712"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; again, just to be safe. I felt re-inspired, so the trip was already a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqoCeG88mI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SKw0LR5J2vc/s1600-h/IMG_3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqoCeG88mI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SKw0LR5J2vc/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290225472695497314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqoB1YDdQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/VygOWdWFq_M/s1600-h/IMG_3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqoB1YDdQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/VygOWdWFq_M/s320/IMG_3394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290225461761373442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqnj3Wiv8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/h61vokeY2WU/s1600-h/IMG_3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqnj3Wiv8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/h61vokeY2WU/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224946895830978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqnjjAkt0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/_TSa5UvNJZ4/s1600-h/IMG_3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqnjjAkt0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/_TSa5UvNJZ4/s320/IMG_3398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224941434976066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqniyfyJ_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/bEZWoFmEetg/s1600-h/IMG_3400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqniyfyJ_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/bEZWoFmEetg/s320/IMG_3400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224928412542962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqnirN3VHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6hQSUzzI0ao/s1600-h/IMG_3403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqnirN3VHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6hQSUzzI0ao/s320/IMG_3403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224926458336370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqniavocsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/BG1wNxNHu3w/s1600-h/IMG_3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqniavocsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/BG1wNxNHu3w/s320/IMG_3406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224922036564674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm-HpPo1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/mVY5kwsat5k/s1600-h/IMG_3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm-HpPo1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/mVY5kwsat5k/s320/IMG_3407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224298434208594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm9zmJv0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/WNq1oxW9HK4/s1600-h/IMG_3410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm9zmJv0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/WNq1oxW9HK4/s320/IMG_3410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224293052530498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm9FMfqPI/AAAAAAAAAis/Ync8qEDwGQI/s1600-h/IMG_3412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm9FMfqPI/AAAAAAAAAis/Ync8qEDwGQI/s320/IMG_3412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224280596883698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm89EKflI/AAAAAAAAAik/FhNnNr4qgFc/s1600-h/IMG_3413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm89EKflI/AAAAAAAAAik/FhNnNr4qgFc/s320/IMG_3413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224278414458450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm8uR6t1I/AAAAAAAAAic/ckfy40IhTeM/s1600-h/IMG_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqm8uR6t1I/AAAAAAAAAic/ckfy40IhTeM/s320/IMG_3415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290224274445612882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I’ll admit the fact that I bought the first book in the Twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqolqRKdoI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Hm9e-9LoKtI/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqolqRKdoI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Hm9e-9LoKtI/s320/Twilight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290226077254973058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told myself I wouldn’t get into these addicting books, and low and behold, I started reading it on Friday night. And, just as predicted, I stayed up until I couldn’t keep my eyelids open any longer. Vampires are not something I would choose to read about, but the charm, beauty and mystery of Edward Cullen is undeniably attractive. On Chapter 8 and planning to read more tonight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other purchases: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shack-William-P-Young/dp/0964729237/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1231726157&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Shack&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Outliers-Story-Success-Malcolm-Gladwell/dp/0316017922/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1231726186&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Outliers&lt;/a&gt;. Nothing like a Fieldtrip Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-8552452875427867235?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/8552452875427867235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=8552452875427867235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8552452875427867235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/8552452875427867235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/01/creative-fieldtrip.html' title='Creative Fieldtrip'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWqoTlPpHOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ycxqgNWhi9A/s72-c/fingerprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-7671508396691172323</id><published>2009-01-08T23:03:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:08:35.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Feeling New?</title><content type='html'>New Year!! And, I'm trying to think about what "new" should feel like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWb0O1PHikI/AAAAAAAAAiU/H2AEeFlVz2w/s1600-h/eight-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWb0O1PHikI/AAAAAAAAAiU/H2AEeFlVz2w/s320/eight-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289183348039060034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this brilliant use of typography &lt;a href="http://www.designer-daily.com/30-inspiring-logos-1662"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eight day into the new year, here are eight new things:&lt;br /&gt;• new niece. she will be here this month! due date: january 26&lt;br /&gt;• new appreciation for 60 degree weather in january.&lt;br /&gt;• new coldplay album. i know it's been out for awhile, but it's pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;• new love for chex mix dark chocolate. i shouldn't have started.&lt;br /&gt;• new season of the bachelor. i will definitely be watching.&lt;br /&gt;• new visor in my car. it was broken, now it's fixed.&lt;br /&gt;• new location for nine70. we move into the south auditorium in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;• new opportunities and initiatives at work. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited to document the many stories of the actual New Years Celebration. I will have a top-ten (or something like that) 'cause I was with some ridiculously amazing gems for the holiday. I better hurry...it might be irrelevant by the time I share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my blog was somewhat abandoned, so a random post this is. Another new thing: I updated my myspace page. Who is still on myspace? I hopped on and realized that some people really do keep in touch on there...wow, who knew? I was doing myself a disservice by not at least updating the city I live in now. I mean, it has been a year and a half since I moved. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that the eight days into 09 have been super-wonderful! Tell me what "new" feels like to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-7671508396691172323?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/7671508396691172323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=7671508396691172323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7671508396691172323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/7671508396691172323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-new.html' title='Feeling New?'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SWb0O1PHikI/AAAAAAAAAiU/H2AEeFlVz2w/s72-c/eight-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-3094985701310691686</id><published>2008-12-28T13:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:50:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day | So Much Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Up Early On Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I headed over to my sister’s house to watch my nieces open their gifts. Nothing is as fun as seeing little ones’ excitement over new things. Ellie helped open each gift as she screams “opedit!” Half-way through, Kaitlynn says, “I can’t believe how much I love Christmas! I just realized it, and I just turned five!!” We turned on the TV to watch the Disney Christmas Parade while the girls screamed the names of each character as they floated by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfh0hBncKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0G0-XagyTxg/s1600-h/christmas_collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfh0hBncKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0G0-XagyTxg/s320/christmas_collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940980077162658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trip to Eastern Colorado: Sterling, CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After loading three vehicles with gifts and food, we were ready to head to Val and Aaron’s. My mom’s favorite time of year is Christmas…and you could tell by the generous amount of things we were traveling with. I drove through the less than exciting terrain for two hours with Akiyah, my parent’s lab in my backseat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was absolutely perfect. The prime-rib and crab legs were the best we have ever tasted. We watched “Christmas Vacation,” and I was reminded that to enjoy it fully, I HAVE to watch it with my dad. This is his favorite movie, and his laugh is most contagious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfiBkZN51I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-R077tf98Cw/s1600-h/christmas_collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfiBkZN51I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-R077tf98Cw/s320/christmas_collage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284941204319758162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meal, we opened gifts together. My sweet nieces and nephew got me a pearl bracelet with a charm that says “Aunt Von” on one side, and “We Love You” on the other. Precious. Couple other favs: A "Creatives Understand" shirt, and a subscription to Real Simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfiKJsiB7I/AAAAAAAAAiE/gwDB20P6Ytg/s1600-h/christmas_collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfiKJsiB7I/AAAAAAAAAiE/gwDB20P6Ytg/s320/christmas_collage3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284941351771834290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gifts we had our family scavenger hunt. Highlights: Dad making us all tear-up with his clues, Aaron skipping outside in the freezing cold to his mailbox for one of his clues and Val video-taping it, Walt climbing into the attic to find his gift, Mandi making mom cry with her gift of an italian bracelet with everyone’s birthstones, and Mom having my final gift on the front seat of my car. I found out later that’s why we brought my car…for her clue. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our night by playing Catch Phrase. Walt was surprised by my mad-guessing skills, but realized that late in the game, I can get a little vague. Four times in a row, I failed to get him and Val to guess our word. I can distinctly remember two of them: internet slang and climate control. I mean seriously, those are hard ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was one of the most relaxing and lazy days ever. We all slept in, drank some coffee, sat back on the couch to watch the second round of “Christmas Vacation,” and dosed off for naptime again. Later, we went to one of the two coffee shops in town. Small towns are cute. Loved spending time there, but was glad to be home back in Loveland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most enjoyable time with the ones I love being with. Part of me can’t believe Christmas is over, for yet another year. I wouldn’t have changed one moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sweet Surprise: My Old Glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted to find some Christmas bulb necklaces we made for her when we were little, and so she pulled down an old keepsake box. She says, “Von, come here and look at what I found!” They were all three pairs of my old glasses! I was the youngster with glasses all growing up. Picture a chipmunk with spectacles, that was me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my favorite part is that on my very first pair of pink ones, girl Smurf was on the side. Look at these things. Cute now, but then, no…not when it’s you. Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfiWloH4eI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GGHy9KDW8qs/s1600-h/christmas_collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfiWloH4eI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GGHy9KDW8qs/s320/christmas_collage4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284941565427966434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-3094985701310691686?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/3094985701310691686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=3094985701310691686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3094985701310691686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/3094985701310691686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-so-much-goodness.html' title='Christmas Day | So Much Goodness'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfh0hBncKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0G0-XagyTxg/s72-c/christmas_collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-165003774966961296</id><published>2008-12-28T13:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:28:08.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of Christmas: Slight Mishap = Gift</title><content type='html'>I spent some sweet time with my mom. My dad had to work, and my sister’s were with their in-laws. We went to Timberline’s Candle-lighting Service, which I always cry at. Who can resist the powerful darkness lit by hundreds of candles? I loved it! We went to Macaroni Grill for a quick dinner, and then we went to see &lt;a href="http://www.fourchristmasesmovie.com/"&gt;Four Christmases&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfgqyf7PfI/AAAAAAAAAhs/jQZfP4LSaUc/s1600-h/fourchristmases_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfgqyf7PfI/AAAAAAAAAhs/jQZfP4LSaUc/s320/fourchristmases_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284939713457372658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had heard mixed reviews, and so we really weren’t sure what to expect. Fact: we both laughed so hard, there were tears. It was hilarious. We both walked out with the same conclusion: families can be crazy and dysfunctional but that’s why we love them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Great time followed by a slight mishap.&lt;/span&gt; Dressed in my pajamas, ready to head to my parents house, I carried the heavy gift box in the freezing cold, over the slippery ice to my car. I dropped my keys inside my trunk and made a mental note NOT to shut my trunk before I grabbed them. After a few minutes of trying to get things to fit, I pushed my trunk shut. Right as I did it, I let out a gasp. My keys were in there! Surely, my car doors won’t be locked. No such luck. Everything was locked up, and my spare key was right inside my glove box: perfect place for it! Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran inside and called my mom. She was surprised, but not THAT surprised…I mean, this stuff happens to me. She gave me some numbers to call a locksmith. I felt so bad calling on Christmas Eve! But, this was my only option. A sweet old man answered the phone and I apologetically told him my situation. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” He says. Bless his heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a quick, little, unlocking procedure. Um, I was wrong. This dear man and I stood outside in the freezing cold for an hour and a half. I held his flashlight while we tried everything to break into my car. It was so cold that the air-up bag he used wouldn’t even stay aired up. Electric locks wouldn’t work, and the manual locks were impossible to push with his set-up. I began to panic. By this time, I couldn’t feel my feet or hands, and I was beginning to wonder if it was even possible to stand outside any longer. Mr. Wes’ glasses kept fogging up and his nose was running. This man was my little savior. He was so nice. He felt like my grandpa. He kept saying, “Don’t you worry, honey. We’ll get in there.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other option was to figure out how to pull the trunk lever on the side of my seat. He was finally able to maneuver his wire get it! I don’t think I have ever been so thankful to hear my car alarm go off! I tried to offer more than his regular rate for helping me on Christmas Eve. He wouldn’t have any of it. He said, “You just tell your family to have a very Merry Christmas. They couldn’t have had it without you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift of kindness was this man to come and help me. He brightened my night, and part of me wanted to give him a great big hug! But, I reminded myself that he wasn’t my grandpa, he was a locksmith. I thanked God for him. I was humbly thankful for his diligent service in a time where I was really helpless. More than sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-165003774966961296?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/165003774966961296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=165003774966961296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/165003774966961296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/165003774966961296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/12/eve-of-christmas-slight-mishap-gift.html' title='Eve of Christmas: Slight Mishap = Gift'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVfgqyf7PfI/AAAAAAAAAhs/jQZfP4LSaUc/s72-c/fourchristmases_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-5820962228961486360</id><published>2008-12-23T22:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:43:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>The holidays are always a time of reflection. They are for me, at least. Maybe that it's another year, and this is the time that we think about it. Maybe it's the opportunity to see friends and family we haven't seen in awhile. I usually wrongly assume that I will "have it all together," and be able to share my revelation...and each year I wonder what "revelation" I thought I would reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, more than any other year, I realize my need to rest in the love of Jesus. Through the goodness, the challenges, and the craziness, I am learning to humbly and wholly depend on Him. It's not a new revelation, it's just one that I am grasping more and more. Jesus is the greatest gift. Let's celebrate His gift everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mail out Christmas cards, so I thought I would do a little card on here. Picture this sitting on your dining room table right after you opened the envelope addressed to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHLCKHixeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jYl4Zfaz9-A/s1600-h/christmas_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHLCKHixeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jYl4Zfaz9-A/s320/christmas_card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227075818472930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-5820962228961486360?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/5820962228961486360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=5820962228961486360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5820962228961486360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/5820962228961486360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHLCKHixeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jYl4Zfaz9-A/s72-c/christmas_card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1362372195326243088</id><published>2008-12-23T22:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:26:44.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaitlynn Turns 5</title><content type='html'>Little Miss Kaitlynn turned five! AND, &lt;a href="http://www.claires.com/index.asp"&gt;Claire's&lt;/a&gt; does a "birthday party" where 5 friends could go in and be made up into princesses. They had tiaras, glitter, wands, and everything pink. :) It was darling, and the best part was how much they loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, back to the house for chili, cake, ice-cream, and gifts. I was excited to give her the Princess Candy Bars I snagged from Downtown Disney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett and Uncle Walt bonded, we all ate too much chili, and Kaitlynn played with her new prancing Barbie horse the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHIBgzvmII/AAAAAAAAAhc/hGHq2NeUGyk/s1600-h/kaitlynns_bday_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHIBgzvmII/AAAAAAAAAhc/hGHq2NeUGyk/s320/kaitlynns_bday_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283223766194690178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1362372195326243088?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1362372195326243088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1362372195326243088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1362372195326243088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1362372195326243088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/12/kaitlynn-turns-5.html' title='Kaitlynn Turns 5'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHIBgzvmII/AAAAAAAAAhc/hGHq2NeUGyk/s72-c/kaitlynns_bday_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1136590605990238401</id><published>2008-12-23T21:50:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:17:25.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitcakes at the Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To guarantee a great time, try these two things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attend a "night at the oscars" holiday party.&lt;br /&gt;2. Encourage your friends to bake a fruitcake and turn it into a contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night at the Oscars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highs: getting dressed up (even if your room looks like a tornado afterward), dancing to a great garage-cover-band (even if you feel like you forgot how),&lt;br /&gt;lows: leaving the party in below zero weather while wearing a dress, i can't think of another low...oh wait...get low, get low. haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHDRxq30aI/AAAAAAAAAhM/H7Tnm8xfBzI/s1600-h/oscar_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHDRxq30aI/AAAAAAAAAhM/H7Tnm8xfBzI/s320/oscar_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283218548040651170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fruitcake Baking Contest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highs: amazing effort of some of the most creative folks (brett's absentee entry??), amy claims victory after our very intense and thorough judging, playing catch phrase = we won!&lt;br /&gt;low: washing the punch bowl at the end of the night (my contribution was punch, no fruitcake for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHDh2h_XWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/73trdnON5H8/s1600-h/fruitcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHDh2h_XWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/73trdnON5H8/s320/fruitcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283218824223481186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always surprised by these stellar people I get to hang out with! I'm not sure I have laughed this much in one month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1136590605990238401?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1136590605990238401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1136590605990238401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1136590605990238401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1136590605990238401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/12/fruitcakes-at-oscars.html' title='Fruitcakes at the Oscars'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SVHDRxq30aI/AAAAAAAAAhM/H7Tnm8xfBzI/s72-c/oscar_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1675570572207173291</id><published>2008-12-17T21:40:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:28:57.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Lake Forest, CA | SYM</title><content type='html'>You should totally be jealous. I left below zero weather to go to sunny Orange County. I was sad to find out right before I left that my travel buddy, Andy B. wasn’t going to be able to come. And, Mr. Nadim got called into jury duty both days (the timing...geez). Trip wasn’t the same…but we still experienced some sweet team-bonding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night, I was able to catch up with the one-and-only Natalie, chat with her and her husband Eric, and meet their adorable baby, Emily! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley (fellow designer at SYM) and Chris (web expert) hosted like rockstars. I feel like I experienced all there is to experience at Downtown Disney! We ate at a great Italian restaurant, walked back and forth through all the stores, took pictures in front of a huge Christmas tree, and laughed a ton. Here is a picture of us and the tree. They are tall...I am not. :) And so, I am standing on a "present." Ha! Good thing it was sturdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUnVVTlJodI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9VeL44R_67Y/s1600-h/ca4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUnVVTlJodI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9VeL44R_67Y/s320/ca4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280986600078680530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are most likely “Guess-You-Had-To-Be-There” Moments, but I’m still sharing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Build-A-Bear:&lt;/span&gt; Riley referred to the “pre-stuffed” animals as animal carcasses, and really felt like there should be a curtain around the stuffing station because it was a bit morbid. Upon seeing a half-shirt with glittered letters saying “Hollywood,” Chris says, “Look, I made a Hoochie Bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath&lt;/span&gt; (Homemade Soap Store): After being convinced (by Riley) that we all needed a hand-scrub, we realize that there must be something wrong with it. Chris says, “I don’t know if my hands have never been clean before now, but this doesn’t feel right…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUncd7I0FOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ux7KdpfsV9s/s1600-h/disney_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUncd7I0FOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ux7KdpfsV9s/s320/disney_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280994444717593826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LegoLand:&lt;/span&gt; Riley accomplishing some Christmas shopping, and Chris really wanting a Lego watch but deciding that it might not be the best decision to actually wear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great night with two very funny guys. We bought coffee, a funnel cake and sat right outside Disneyland to watch the fireworks at the end of the night. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SYM Christmas Party at OPAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Jack’s retirement, we got dressed up and enjoyed amazing food and conversation. Riley and I went about taking snapshots of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now convinced that I would LOVE an iPhone. Thanks to Riley for demonstrating it’s amazingness. Get this, we took a picture of a salt-shaker, and it found a similar product on Amazon! Are you kidding me? For the time being, I think I can do without…but it’s only a matter of time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potato Stacks, Delicious Halibut, and perfect chocolate soufflé followed by a very touching tribute to Jack and his time spent with Simply…super night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUncup7gF-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/BIuSlGoZ_x4/s1600-h/ca12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUncup7gF-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/BIuSlGoZ_x4/s320/ca12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280994732156131298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Team Ever! Look close and you can see Andy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUnc2SW4cqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/zpb65MDqBSw/s1600-h/SYM_teamphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUnc2SW4cqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/zpb65MDqBSw/s320/SYM_teamphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280994863267476130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug &amp; Cathy Fields, Chris, Riley, V, Debbie, Nadim &amp; Brandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUndHxsc4RI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_AdZjfyeZz0/s1600-h/opah_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUndHxsc4RI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_AdZjfyeZz0/s320/opah_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280995163737219346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1675570572207173291?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1675570572207173291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1675570572207173291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1675570572207173291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1675570572207173291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-to-lake-forest-ca-sym.html' title='Trip to Lake Forest, CA | SYM'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUnVVTlJodI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9VeL44R_67Y/s72-c/ca4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-1551718410706830372</id><published>2008-12-17T20:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:54:57.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A First | Wyldlife</title><content type='html'>I had the most amazing opportunity to lead a group of girls at a Wyldlife (Junior High) Snow Camp in Crooked Creek. I could write pages about this weekend! I committed having NO IDEA what I was doing, and left the camp so powerfully reminded that God’s way of using us and teaching us through others is beyond understanding. Can I just say that I LOVE these girls and I knew them, um like 48 hours. It’s amazing. I thought I would highlight 5 things I learned from them (or was reminded of). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girlfriends are priceless. They were then, and they still are now.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus are legit. &lt;br /&gt;3. If you want a guy to have your number, just write it on your face.&lt;br /&gt;4. Most junior highers are taller than me. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was surprising still. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. I had a blast, BUT I still wouldn’t go back to middle school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the kids, and what I love more is being able to watch them encounter God. One of the girls said, "I can feel God's love like I never have before." Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUnJIgA_FmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/crMQHw6zEJo/s1600-h/wyldlife_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUnJIgA_FmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/crMQHw6zEJo/s320/wyldlife_collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280973185938822754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33724517-1551718410706830372?l=veronicalea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/feeds/1551718410706830372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33724517&amp;postID=1551718410706830372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1551718410706830372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33724517/posts/default/1551718410706830372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicalea.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-wyldlife.html' title='A First | Wyldlife'/><author><name>Von &amp;amp; Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09426218424520034852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYmXwYLx4cE/TdbjL_eOx0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/V3Umzclccck/s220/monogram.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/SUnJIgA_FmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/crMQHw6zEJo/s72-c/wyldlife_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33724517.post-4981322050488322502</id><published>2008-12-08T23:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:42:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow...</title><content type='html'>...is pretty amazing. Tonight, I was out doing a little last minute shopping. In the time I was in the store (fifteen minutes or so), the snow had blanketed the streets. It was blowing like crazy. I pulled out my camera and had to capture the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ST4TR8-x8PI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GCCfkIgCvbg/s1600-h/snow_centerra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HgefsTDSHRw/ST4TR8-x8PI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GCCfkIgCvbg/s320/snow_centerra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277677012472951026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also reminded that I have to really try hard to drive well in this weather. As I was curving around a round-a-bout, another car slid right through the intersection. Thankfully, I was able to slide around the car who had just rammed into the curb. New plan: 10 miles an hour everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for an update on the weekend with Wyldlife in Crooked Creek. Amazing time with the crazy junior highers. Still processing. 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Remember ACROSTIC poems? I always wondered why these were considered “poems,” but nonetheless, they are entertaining to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal: explain the sweet events of Thanksgiving 2008 with limited letters…here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;: Three men: my dad, my brother-in-law and my uncle deep-frying a turkey in my parent’s backyard. First time for us. Not an under-statement to say that it was the best I have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;: Having the opportunity to spend this time with my family and friends. I never want to take for granted the time I have with them. BTW: we consider anyone family…literally, the more the merrier!! This year: 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; All the preparation. Spending time in the kitchen preparing the traditional things. Mashed potatoes, ham, yams, cranberry salad, pumpkin pie…”Von doesn’t know exactly what to do, but she takes instruction very well.” (direct quote from my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; New baby. Not yet, but Val’s tummy is sure growing. We spent a couple hours taking pregnancy pictures with the expectant parents and little Everett. Her due date: January 26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K: &lt;/span&gt;Kohls at 4am. Ok so first, I have to say that I am ashamed to be a part of the Black Friday shopping after hearing about the tragedy in NY. I mean, seriously…so sad and ridiculous to hear about. Our experience was not frenzied. It is a bit of a tradition to get up at an insane time and spend delirious moments with my mom, sisters, aunt, and grandma. Highlights: An early morning Starbucks, standing in the cold, a pre-lit Christmas tree, gift for my brother-in-law, and a much-needed nap in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S: &lt;/span&gt;Southern California feels different than Colorado! Andy Brazelton, my supervisor, and his family moved from Lake Forest to Fort Collins! It is so exciting to have them here! Things have been crazy, but they are dealing with things so graciously. As we were carrying boxes up and down the stairs, Andy was super-winded. I started to ask, “Andy, what’s up with…” And then I remembered the elevation is just a tad higher causing less oxygen. I made fun of him anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G: &lt;/span&gt;Great stomach workout while laughing at the comedians at Witz End Comedy Club in Westminster. A group of 14 of us went to see a guy named Matt Iseman. Pretty good! He is single and so the “I can relate to this” factor was all-the-more hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I:&lt;/span&gt; I can’t believe this is the first snow!! It’s a record-setting late start. As we were leaving the show, I (kind of) jumped up and down in excitement to see the huge snowflakes falling. This means that it’s ski season and Christmas can feel like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;V: &lt;/span&gt;Very Merry Christmas Decorations. This is the first year that I have had my own tree! I spent several hours with festive music playing and intensely thinking about where every ornament should go. There is nothing like walking into a home with a Christmas tree. It makes me so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I: &lt;/span&gt;If you have a cat, don’t hang things from the mantle. My (goodwill) vintage wooden beads were pulled down by my roommate’s cat. I walked into a plant shattered on the floor and the fireplace mantle “dismantled.” I hope she doesn’t hurt the tree ornaments…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; Never under-estimate an evening without plans. On a whim, a group of friends went to Old Chicago to play pool. Such a fun time. I made my first “bank-shot,” and learned that my friends didn’t even know what that meant. We are amateurs, but we rocked it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt; Great memories. Great people. Great reminders that there is always something to be thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBl
