tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61510334693908059612024-02-22T07:10:07.554-05:00Living Peachy KeenPeacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-21920780719231003022014-09-02T22:06:00.002-04:002014-09-02T22:06:41.003-04:00RattledI am an over-prepare-er. In high school and college I over studied to make sure I was ready for tests, exams, presentations, you name it. At work I try and do everything I can to prepare myself for the meetings the next day. When I'm traveling I start packing like five days before I'm supposed to leave. <br />
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For me, over preparing helps me handle my anxiety and stress. It makes me feel like I have control over something that may be out of my control. But right now in my life, I have something fairly large that I just don't know how to prepare for. <br />
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In early October, next month my mom is undergoing heart surgery. I found out last week that her heart isn't beating regularly and her mitral valve that isn't working the way it should. So in early October the surgeon will go in and determine if the valve can be repaired or if it needs to be replaced. While he's in there, he will decide if they want to do anything to address the a-fib.<br />
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I have a month which for everything else in life is a good amount of time for preparation but I have no idea how to begin to prepare for this. I have been in denial for the last seven days. I know I need to come to terms with what could happen but I am just not ready. Typically Google is my starting place, but I'm not ready for those search results. So like in high school journaling will me start to figure out my feelings.<br />
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Honestly I flip between being scared and feeling nothing at all. I know that sounds bad but it is what it is and whatever happens is truly out of my control. I can be loving and supportive but when that October date rolls around that's all I can do. <br />
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I feel like I should do everything I can to make sure my relationship with her is in the best place it can be. However that means asking some pretty hard questions and having some pretty emotional conversations and I don't want to do anything to stress her. I don't even know if I am ready to have those conversations. <br />
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So I'll start with baby steps, like calling her more often. And maybe I will start mailing letters to her, even though stamps are $0.49!?! There's something very therapeutic about writing with a pen and paper. I've asked for some time off work so I can be there with her and my dad and brother. Little by little I'm opening my mind, and heart, for short periods of time and allowing myself to freely think about what's coming. I am talking about it with my husband and my close friends too. <br />
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I will say it helps that her spirits are high. When I talk with her, you would have no idea she has a pretty major surgery coming up. It also helps that lots of people have had this surgery and have been totally fine. I am optimistic about it all, hoping that maybe this was a kick in the pants for her to start taking care of herself. For me to start taking care of myself and realize that life cannot be taken for granted. <br />
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I will keep saying my prayers and continue taking baby steps in dealing with news that has rattled me to the core. <br />
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-69098567210600790792013-12-15T17:16:00.000-05:002013-12-15T17:16:58.889-05:006.5This week's long run was 6 miles. Admittedly I was nervous about it. That's a lot of miles. I have <u><span style="font-size: large;">never</span></u> run 6 miles in my life. Five miles yes, but 6...get out of town buddy. <br />
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Leading up to the long run, I made sure the day before and day of I was adequately hydrated. I know from past experience that if I am not hydrated, my runs suffer. <br />
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Friday afternoon, knowing that I had at least an hour of running ahead of me, I ended work early. Strapped on my shoes and got comfy for my longest run ever. <br />
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Now that I am running in the cold, something I am getting used to, I knew the first two miles may be tough. I was right. As usual it took me about two miles to get warmed up which means for those two miles I was tight, uncomfortable and not yet settled, and my shins hurt. BUT! Around 2.5 miles I found my rhythm and the shin pain subsided. I felt good. I ran faster. When RunKeeper (the app I use to track my running) said I reached 6 miles, I fist bumped the air and found a surge of energy within me. This wasn't so bad, really. So I kept running for another half mile. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><i>I ran 6.5 miles on Friday. </i></span></b></div>
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Go Me! I was/am so proud of myself. It's good to set a goal for myself and attain it - no matter how much or how long it took. On Friday, I exceeded my goal. <br />
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This running/training thing is doing me good. I like this. Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-56814217967774232832013-12-06T17:46:00.003-05:002013-12-06T17:46:39.887-05:00EncouragedSo a couple weeks ago my North Carolina BFF asked if I would be interested in running a <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">half marathon</span> with her. I was hesitant but running a half marathon is on my life list. After sleeping on it I agreed! I figure now is as good a time as any. I asked my friend in town, K also a runner, if she would be interested in doing it - she agreed! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Three of us are running a half marathon mid-March 2014.</span> Boom!<br />
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This is my second week of training. K found a 16 week running plan online and it looked pretty good to me. Running 4 times a week with one long run and slowly increasing the mileage. <br />
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Last week's long run was 4 miles and it was painful. The day after Thanksgiving was not a great day to run...especially considering I had been driving for a couple hours so I was stiff and was fairly stuffed from the day before. It was a slow and painful 4 miles but I did it.<br />
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This week's long run was 5 miles and it was great! <i>I needed a good run</i>. A run that was smooth with no shin pain. I was able to do 5.32 miles in 54 min 47 seconds. WAY better than the last 5 miles I ran which took an hour.<br />
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I feel encouraged. I feel proud of myself. I feel hungry! :)<br />
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-12716271926039799932013-07-15T18:01:00.000-04:002013-07-15T18:01:45.125-04:00jury dutyLast Friday I fulfilled my civic duty and reported for <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">jury duty</span>. Although I didn't want to miss work because I'm a workaholic, I was curious about the whole judicial process given the general climate of the news lately and because I have never been called in as a juror before. <br />
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Essentially my name was called as an alternate juror and then a bunch of questions were asked which weeded people out. One of the questions to eliminate people was, '<i>do you feel comfortable passing judgement and assigning a punishment to another person?</i>' My immediate thought was, No, no I don't!! But my logical side told me to stick in there because this is my patriotic obligation to my country. <br />
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Let me tell you, it's daunting and concerning to have someone's fate in your hands. That is a LOT of responsibility. A person's life and the next chapter in their life was in the hands of 12 people. We were going to determine if someone could go home to their family or if they were going to face consequences. When you stop to think about it, there is a lot of <b>weight</b> to that thought. <br />
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In any case I made it through the questioning round and became one of the jurors for the day's trial. <br />
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I think the toughest part of the day for me was sitting near the defendant. I know in life we aren't supposed to judge a book by its cover but I couldn't help feeling sympathy towards this man. He was middle aged, dressed nicely, and had kind, albeit worried, eyes. For some reason my heart went out to him. <br />
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I was pretty excited when it was time for lunch. Since we were near downtown I steered a small group of us to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Smoked-BBQ-Co/610312712312551" target="_blank">Smoked BBQ co</a>. I happen to know the guy (and his wife) who owns the cart/company and his food is just awesome. Delicious everything, at a good price point, and it's quick. I mean you can't go wrong. <br />
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After lunch we heard the rest of the case and soon it was <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">deliberation</span> time. To be honest I thought my opinion wouldn't be liked, but surprisingly we were split 60%-40% (I was on the 60% side). We discussed a little and were able to come to a consensus quickly. All the jurors were pretty happy about that because it was past 6:30pm on a Friday. <br />
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Personally I was relieved with our decision. To be honest had things gone the other direction I may have carried around some guilt for a while. <br />
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The big highlight of my day was when the judge read our consensus. Right as the judge got to that one part, I looked over at the defendant as the last part of the consensus was read and the emotion that washed over him will be forever etched in my mind and my heart. <br />
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I don't know about anyone else, but I have no doubt that we made the right decision. Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-8888251839655491762013-07-09T16:59:00.000-04:002013-07-09T16:59:45.374-04:00HappyHusband and I realized that after a year of living in Charlottesville, we have made some <span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">great friends</span>. I prayed about it for a long time when we first moved. It was something I worried about since I work from home and I was unsure how I would meet people. I knew it would take time and I just had to be patient, and it turns out I was right. <br />
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So last week was Husband's birthday and while considering where to have dinner, we realized there were 10 people we could invite. <b><i><u>10</u></i></b> people we consider friends. <br />
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We have friends! And they are so nice! And I feel like we fit in, like we're birds of a feather, like we're peas in a pod, like we're bacon in the same pan! <br />
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Yes I feel like a nerd saying that but making friends when you're older is tough. Thankfully we ended up in an awesome neighborhood and that was all God's doing. If we didn't live here I think our lives would be quite different and we would have missed out on knowing all these really awesome people.<br />
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I'm thankful and happy. </div>
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In the words of <a href="http://www.aetv.com/duck-dynasty/meet-family/phil-robertson/" target="_blank">Phil Robertson</a>: </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">happy happy happy</span></div>
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-33106238860940896122013-06-26T18:08:00.000-04:002013-06-26T18:08:52.708-04:00A printSo one of my favorite people from college emailed me the cutest Etsy print. She knows about my love of photography and as soon as I opened the email, I knew I had to have it. <br />
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Fantastic right? Did I mention it's only $12? Yes please. <br />
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It's from Etsy seller PigeonEditions. <br />
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And I saved 10% by using the promocode SPRINGSALE. So for $13 I'm getting this great 8" x 10" print <i>and</i> shipping. So although I'm trying to cut my spending, I couldn't pass this up for $13. <br />
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-27026859775770768212013-06-24T18:22:00.000-04:002013-06-24T18:22:33.342-04:00Fun and awkwardSo my 10 yr high school reunion this weekend was fun and also awkward. That's exactly what I was expecting. <br />
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The venue, Fosters at National Harbor, MD, was a good choice. We were gathered at the end of the pier right on the water and away from the crowds which was nice. <br />
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The music played was all from the 1999-2003 time period and brought back SO many memories. I love that music can do that. <br />
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Food and drinks - adequate. I wasn't really drinking so I don't know what drinks were offered or if they were good but apparently the food wasn't great. That's a bummer because I was hoping for some yummy, fresh seafood. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to find some local seafood for my fix. :)<br />
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And the peoples. It was fun to see people I haven't seen in 10 years, but also awkward because I am not great at keeping in touch. It was funny because I recognized some people right away but there were others that I did not. I feel like I fit in the first category, I look exactly the same. haha - not sure if that's good or bad. <br />
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I definitely felt like I was back in high school. All the latina ladies gathered together, the Asians gathered together, the cheer girls, the Daventry kids, the cool kids. The cliques are still alive. Though no one excluded anyone, people definitely flock to the people they know and are comfortable around. Makes sense, I was doing the same thing. <br />
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Being a halfie (half Chinese, half Caucasian) in high school I felt a little like an outsider at times. I don't speak Chinese or Mandarin so I didn't feel totally comfortable with the Asians. Which is a shame because they're so cool. I think that is why I loved band because it was a random mix of people that loved music. And I am happy that I got to see some band people and catch up on what they're up to. I didn't get to talk to everyone I wanted but I did get to catch up with a number of people. <br />
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What's great is that I'm becoming friends with a girl who I wasn't close with in high school. And to be honest, seeing her was really awesome. I'm hoping that I can be better at keeping in touch with her. :) <br />
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In the end I am glad that I went and don't have any regrets. I do hope that when I do go back and visit Nova I can catch up with more people instead of waiting another 10 years. <br />
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-7258088344606708882013-06-20T19:16:00.001-04:002013-06-20T19:18:58.020-04:00Praise<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family: trebuchet ms,sans-serif;">
Everyone
learns differently. I have learned that I respond favorably to <i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">
praise</span></span></i>. Some people don't and instead respond much better when they're
scolded or punished or reprimanded.<br />
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For me, praise and recognition is a serious motivating factor for me to put forth the effort to do well.<br />
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Maybe it's the Chinese in me, maybe it's the Type-A Northern Viginian in
me, but I just want to be better than average at most things (not
sports because, because lets face it I'm not that coordinated). When it comes
to life and work things - I want to do well. </div>
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I
have been busting my hump at work and I feel like it is recognized and
appreciated. That drives me to keep on driving, keep on trying. </div>
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You have to find what works for you, right? <br />
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Now you know my secret. :) </div>
Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-78257285475696840712013-06-13T18:00:00.000-04:002013-06-13T18:00:13.644-04:0010 yearsMy <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">10 year high school reunion</span> is next weekend. <br />
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I cannot believe it's been 10 years since high school. Everyone says this, but I mean it...where did the time go?! <br />
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Hard to believe that in the last 10 years...<br />
...I went to and graduated from college;<br />
...I rediscovered and married my first love;<br />
...My friends got engaged and married!<br />
...My friends started having children and buying homes!? <br />
...I started working like a real adult;<br />
...I moved away from my childhood home; and so much more...<br />
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So many things have happened even though that list seems pretty small on paper. <br />
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I was on the fence about going to the reunion. The ticket price was a little steep in my opinion, it meant driving home for 2-3 hours one way, I don't feel like I have accomplished enough for 10 years out of high school, and I am out of shape. In general, I just wasn't sure if it was worth it. <br />
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In high school I was pretty quiet, academically focused, reserved, and absorbed in band (nerd alert). I didn't want to bring too much attention to myself and just wanted to be friendly and get along with everyone. High school was fun, I enjoyed it, I made friends, I think I got a good education, but high school is kind of awkward. I was uncertain if I wanted to revisit those years. <br />
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What really tipped the scales for me was not wanting to regret <u>not</u> going. So tickets were purchased! <br />
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I have low expectations for this reunion only because I don't want to be disappointed. This is what I want out of this event:<br />
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-Dinner & drinks with my honey<br />
-Catching up with old friends<br />
-Perhaps make some new friends<br />
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That's it. That seems reasonable to me. <br />
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Did anyone else go to their 10 year reunion? I would love to hear how it was and if you have any tips or suggestions. I'm all ears. <br />
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Love & Hugs.Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-90574875734266845262013-06-11T17:35:00.000-04:002013-06-11T17:35:02.524-04:00Being an adult Being an adult sucks sometimes. Sometimes it means being practical and making decisions you don't want to make. <br />
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My best friend invited me to go on a trip to Savannah, GA with her and some of her best friends. A Thursday - Sunday trip, renting a house with food and snacks, eating at Lady & Sons, etc. Sounds pretty fun right? <br />
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Well the downside is it costs $550+. At first I thought I could swing it, somehow. But upon closer inspection of my finances and monthly bills, it just isn't likely. <br />
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It breaks my heart. <br />
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I want to be there for her. I want to celebrate the weekend with her and her friends. I want to be included! But I don't want financial stress that I won't be able to pay the next round of car/renters/personal property insurance or be able to cover that unexpected life lemon (which inevitably would happen to me, trust me). <br />
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If I were young and stupid, I would say F-it I'm going. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I am not so stupid and I am responsible and financially I just don't think I can make it happen. <br />
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I. am. SO. bummed.<br />
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Being an adult sucks sometimes.Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-45940573693487259752013-05-20T18:03:00.002-04:002013-05-20T18:03:26.092-04:00Pork in the Park After layering up because it was surprisingly chilly, we headed 15 minutes down the road to Pork in the Park. This fair was essentially a carnival, with rides and game booths, along with delicious pork related food, refreshments, and musical entertainment.<br />
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We skipped the carnival side and headed straight for the food and drinks. Before standing in line for food we walked around and picked out the best smelling vendor. As usual, kettle corn sucked me in and was our first stop. Yessss! So. Good. <br />
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Armed with kettle corn and a bottle of wine to keep us company, we waited in line for porky goodness.<br />
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The pork sandwich with cole slaw was delicious and of course I don't remember the vendor. Trust me, it was moist and smokey with creamy/slightly tangy cole on top to cut through the richness. Right as we ordered our sandwiches we ordered the delightful candied bacon. You heard me, candied. bacon. Amazing. It was sweet and salty with crisp and chewy parts. I will make this at home, somehow.<br />
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Then with another bottle in toe we headed to the concert area to listen to the <a href="http://marshalltucker.com/">Marshall Tucker Band</a>. I have to say, they were rockin' out for their age. I swear if I were in a band, I would be the tambourine chick. They have it the best - swing, sing, and jingle it. <br />
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All in all it was a really fun time. I mean, you can't go wrong with bacon + libations + music. <br />
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Love & Hugs.<br />
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-1345317016893033122013-05-06T17:55:00.000-04:002013-05-06T17:55:14.736-04:00Old McDonald's FarmSo the other weekend I went and visited my brother, affectionately called <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Bubba</span>, in MD. I'm not a big fan of MD but I decided to journey there in the name of brotherly love. <br />
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You see, my brother has been living in MD since he graduated in 2011. Good grief I can't believe it's been that long. Anyways, he's a farmer (is that even the right term nowadays?) on an organic, sustainable farm. I was long overdue to visit and see his side of the world. <br />
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I drove up Friday afternoon and was able to stay with Bubba's girlfriend, Marie. I was greeted with wine and a chick flick, exactly what I wanted. (P.S. watching <i>P.S. I Love You</i> while PMS-ing is a terrrrrible idea.)<br />
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Saturday morning we all threw on work clothes and headed to Marie's farm. She's a farmer too and her and Bubba used to work on the same farm, Jay's farm. It was cool to see a glimpse of their daily lives. Where they spend their days and what they do. I sit behind a computer all day so farming is way out of the norm for me. <br />
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For several hours we helped her with some of her work. Bubba did some watering and I helped with transplanting baby plants. What Marie and I were doing was pretty relaxing, therapeutic even. It helped that the farm dogs LOVED me. :) I loved them back because it was the right thing to do.<br />
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A few hours later we headed back to Bubba's farm, Ted's Farm, to catch a tour. It is just amazing what famers do. They are planners and thinkers, and everything they do has a purpose. <br />
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We eventually made it back to the farm for lunch and layering up before heading out to Pork in the Park!Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-35742272444284573092013-01-14T12:30:00.000-05:002013-01-14T12:30:01.837-05:002013 ResolutionsIn the past I have made pretty general resolutions. "Get healthy." "Run more." "Be a better friend and family member." blah blah. This year I am making more concrete resolutions. Resolutions I can more easily follow and carry out for the year. This is what I have for <b>2013</b>.<br />
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<li>Read a book a month<br /></li>
<li>Go to church twice a month<br /></li>
<li>Bring Husband to church once a month<br /></li>
<li>Work out 4 times a week<br /></li>
<li>Do yoga once a week (which counts as one of my four weekly work outs)<br /></li>
<li>Once a week call someone, anyone<br /></li>
<li>Limit pizza to once a pay period (every two weeks)<br /></li>
<li>Don't be so hard on myself</li>
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Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-39164763775195230192013-01-13T15:25:00.001-05:002013-01-13T15:25:41.630-05:00TimingI strongly believe in <span style="font-size: large;">timing</span>. They say timing is everything, and I believe it. You can't rush the punch line of a joke. Cakes and cookies have a small window of wiggle room when it comes to baking. Just like people come into our lives <b>for a reason</b> and things happen when they do <b>for a reason</b>. <br />
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I have to believe in "everything happens for a reason" because I feel like my life is proof. There is a reason why my parents decided to switch where I was going to middle school. Otherwise I wouldn't have met my husband in 8th grade. There is a reason why I was awkward and incredibly uncomfortable at middle school because it allows me to <i>sympathize</i> with people and be a <i>good listener</i>. There's a reason why I was friends with toxic people, because it taught me (albeit the hard way) the importance of surrounding yourself with <span style="color: #3d85c6;">positive</span> people. <br />
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People come into our lives for a reason, to <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">teach us something or for us to teach them something</span>. My neighbors are a great example right now. Living on our street we have an ER Doctor, the Mechanical Engineer, and the Political Science Ph D Candidate. For us, being around these incredibly smart people drive us to do our best and to keep striving and keep learning. <br />
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Although we all have our rough patches handed to us, in hindsight we grow from those experiences. <br />
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This last week a close family friend passed away. I didn't expect it to hit me as hard as it has but I think it's a valuable reminder that life is short. We have to live the life we want. We have to take care of and nurture the relationships in our lives. Appreciate our blessings and learn from our obstacles. It puts life into perspective, at least for me. Stop stressing and start just enjoying the moment. <br />
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-29559149174373136502012-12-13T14:26:00.000-05:002012-12-13T14:26:15.350-05:00Carter Mountain<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Probably a month or so ago Husband and I headed to Carter Mountain with the neighbors to pick up some apples. Since moving to Charlottesville, I have had a lot of people suggest that we visit one of the many orchards near town. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So one beautiful afternoon we all piled into the Jeep and headed to Carter Mountain Orchard. I was surprised how close it was. I think it only took us 20 min or so to get there. I'm so thankfully that Husband drove because there was a crazy steep, windy, gravel road we had to tackle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">But when we got to the top the views were incredible. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">We didn't get to literally pick apples off the tree but there were barrels of apples available for the picking. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-64457495130400637832012-12-03T20:52:00.000-05:002012-12-03T20:52:10.788-05:00YummyEven though Husband and I were unable to travel on Thanksgiving, I decided to go up and visit my family on Friday solo. He was still recovering and I really wanted to see my family so I headed up for the day. <br />
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My brother was home from MD and brought with him a 17lb turkey and a bunch of veggies. When I got there the turkey was already in the oven cookin' away. There's nothing like walking into your childhood home and smelling yummy turkey. <br />
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It is always good to catch up with family. We all head our different ways, throwing ourselves into what we're doing and it's the holidays that remind us to take a break. Remind us to relax and forget about work. <br />
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This year Bubba (brother) and I prepared the side dishes for the fam. Mom was doing an art thing that afternoon and LSU was on so Dad was indisposed. :) So it was up to us to make the sides. Nothing fancy for us, just good ingredients and simple preparation. It was delicious. <br />
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I really enjoyed cooking alongside my bro. He's turned into such a good man. I'm so proud of him. I have to say, our parents did a tremendous job with us. Of course we have our flaws but for the most part we're normal people. YAY! When I was little, all I wanted was to be normal, to fit in with everyone. And now that I'm grown up I do still feel normal but I know I'm also one of a kind (for better or worse). Just ask my Husband. <br />
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It was good, quality family time together. As I get older it's the nights with family that I just cherish and adore. <br />
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Me and Bubba! You'd never know I'm the older one. </div>
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One of Mom's newest pieces. I like it! </div>
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Purple cauliflower from Bubba's farm! It's so pretty! </div>
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Yummy organic broccoli</div>
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Collard greens, because we're Southern. I can only claim 1/2 Southern Belle. </div>
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Not too shabby for Bubba's first time, right? </div>
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Oh and I have to mention that we had a third turkey day on Sunday with the neighbors. This time Husband did the cooking and it was incredible. I believe a couple of the guys said it was the best Thanksgiving meal they have ever had. That's a big compliment. </div>
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And that's sweet potato casserole in the back. SO good! </div>
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Green bean casserole, the classic. </div>
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-3121187122704370802012-11-30T12:30:00.000-05:002012-11-30T12:30:01.119-05:00Plan BSo you know our <a href="http://livingpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2012/11/happy-thanksgiving.html">plan</a> was to drive up to PA on <span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Thanksgiving</b></span>, then have a second turkey day with my family on Friday...well unfortunately Thanksgiving morning Husband realized he had food poisoning. Travel was out of the question. We were both bummed to miss the big Thanksgiving with his extended family. Truthfully we look forward to it all year and talk about it numerous times during the year. With a tinge of sadness we decided to go with a plan B, and have our own Thanksgiving.<br />
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I ran to the store and picked up a <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">ham</span> and a few other items. We already had some appetizers to eat: <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">spinach balls, sweet & spicy meatballs, cheese & crackers</span>. We had ham and decided to make c<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">heddar chive biscuits </span>for sandwiches. I remembered a Barefoot Contessa episode where she made <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">cranberry sauce</span>. So I made that too. We had all the food we could want and were very thankful for it. <br />
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Cooks note - I made the biscuits and with some good direction from Husband they turned out really well! They were light, flaky, and golden brown. We used one of Alton Brown's recipes from <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/southern-biscuits-recipe/index.html">FoodNetwork</a>. Husband told me the key is to sift the dry ingredients - it gives the biscuit a light, airy texture. And I read that the less you work the dough, the flakier it will be. And the <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/cranberry-fruit-conserve-recipe/index.html">cranberry sauce</a> was good too. It was a bit too sweet, so I think next time I would cut down the sugar to 1 cup, but all in all it was tasty.<br />
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On the upside, for the first time in a few years I got to watch the Macy's day parade, which I used to do every year when I was little. You know, before a Mr. took over my heart and holiday. :o) There was a James Bond movie marathon and we had lots in our que for Netflix. It was a cozy, snuggly day.<br />
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Maybe God didn't want us traveling on Thanksgiving. Instead he wanted us to have our first turkey day together in Charlottesville. We were/are definitely thankful for the supportive family and friends we have in our lives. We have so much to be thankful for this year...like the move to Happy Town aka Charlottesville, a good job, an opportunity for Husband to go back to school, a good neighborhood with even better neighbors. The list goes on and on. <br />
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Who knows the reason, all I know is that we were happy on Thanksgiving. <br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I have to say, I am SO thankful that I have such awesome in-laws family on their side. I love them so much and they make me feel so welcome. I thank God every night because I know not everyone likes their in-laws as much as I do. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Anyway, Friday we will drive back to Northern VA and have Thanksgiving #2 with my family. It's a much smaller gathering but I like it. My family has always had a smaller Turkey Day. In the past we have gone to the neighbors or family friends, but my favorite is when it's just us. With me and Husband in Charlottesville and my brother in Maryland, it's good to get everyone back together. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">And with my brother being the awesome organic sustainable farmer that he is, Thanksgiving #2 is going to be delicious. I got a text from him today that said he got a 17lb turkey, broccoli, purple cauliflower, and collards for dinner. I. Can't. Wait. </span></div>
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Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-74800432168194765492012-11-21T15:59:00.001-05:002012-11-21T16:01:12.246-05:00Roast Chicken<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">About two weeks ago I roasted my <b><i>first</i></b> chicken. As you know I'm a huge fan of Ina Garten and with the help of her <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Barefoot-Contessa-How-Easy-That/dp/0307238768/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1353530985&sr=8-4&keywords=ina+garten">How Easy is That?</a></i> cookbook and watching many of her shows, I felt like I was ready to tackle the chicken. I wasn't able to find the recipe I used online but she does have a different <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/perfect-roast-chicken-recipe/index.html">roast chicken</a> recipe on FoodNetwork.com</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Of course I read the recipe about 20 times before I did anything and Googled a couple of things. I got everything as ready as I could, which involved cutting some lemons and onions, and then worked the bird. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I'm happy to report that my roasted chicken turned out pretty well, especially for my first time. I even think Husband went back for seconds. The chicken was tasty and full of flavor and it was moist. And it was tender! I went to plate the chicken legs and the bone just fell out. I took that as a sign of success! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I think after this first attempt, the process will get easier. And I learned a couple of things. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2. I learned how to remove a chicken neck - ew gross. I am really hoping that that part gets easier with practice.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3. When you think the chicken is done, use a knife and cut into the leg meat and make sure the juices run clear. I was checking the chicken in between the body and leg but Husband informed me that I need to check the leg meat since it takes longer to cook. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">4. A little bit of sugar can cut out and take away the strong acidity of a sauce. Because I used 3 lemons, the sauce turned out to be a bit...tart. Just a little! But Husband added a little bit of sugar which evened out that tartness. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5. Just be adventurous! If you're intimidated with a certain dish, Google is your best friend. I Googled #2 which really helped take away any anxiety or concern. Knowledge is power people! And with your knowledge you can tackle anything. I'm looking at you pot roast! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">And next time I'll save the giblets and have Husband teach me how he makes his gravy. I will definitely be roasting more chickens in my future. In fact, Husband came home today with a chicken that we are roasting tonight. :) </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;">And because we had leftovers I used another Ina recipe for chicken salad. Again, that woman can do no wrong. And the recipe I used from the <i>How Easy is That? </i>cookbook isn't available online, but this chicken salad <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/mustard-chicken-salad-recipe/index.html">recipe</a> of hers from FoodNetwork.com is pretty close. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;">I can cross off one item on my <a href="http://livingpeachykeen.blogspot.com/2012/11/winter-bucket-list.html">Winter Bucket List</a>. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Love & Hugs! </span>Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-58259802661289399642012-11-07T18:59:00.002-05:002012-11-07T18:59:59.681-05:00Winter Bucket List<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-83102982651850247192012-10-29T18:00:00.002-04:002012-10-29T18:00:50.736-04:00Eventful October<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It's been an eventful October. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">On the 13th we headed up to Husband's parents for <b><span style="color: #b45f06;">Oktoberfest</span></b>! This year we brought along our neighbor Erik. On the way on Saturday we stopped by <i>Leesburg Outlets</i>. See, Erik is from Oregon and is a Ph D. candidate at UVA and his style didn't quite fit what he was doing and needed a wardrobe update. :) It was a fun shopping trip and we also got to show Erik how busy and crazy Northern VA is. All three of us were really happy to get to Oktoberfest to eat and relax for a bit. I think my favorite part was seeing both of our parents and eating roasted marshmallows. </span>Oh! And my sister-in-law was in town from Americorps. I heart her. <br />
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The next day we had <span style="color: #666666;">house guests</span>: Husband's brother, his girlfriend, his best friend K-May, and Margaret (sis in law). It was so good to see everyone. Husband's brother, Todd and his girlfriend, Chantal live in Seattle so we don't see them very often. They're all just such good people. There was delicious food, lots of music and singing (Chantal has an incredible, operatic voice), and of course laughing and cookies!<br />
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Next weekend was our first <span style="color: #783f04;"><b>Oktoberfest</b></span>. This time my brother, Bubba, was in town with his girlfriend, Marie, and our family friend Patrick. I love hanging out with my brother. He's one of my favorite people and I really wished we lived closer together. I hoped that he would fall in love with C-ville. :) Husband's good friends came down from NoVA and we had the neighbors over. There was lots of cleaning beforehand and lots of cooking, but it was all worth it. I think everyone enjoyed themselves which is all I cared about. <br />
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<br />The next day I got sick. Womp womp. But seriously, with all this happening within weeks it was only a matter of time before sickness set in. So for the last week I've been trying to rest and get rid of this cold. <br />
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Also this month I made a wedding photo book after 3 yrs of marriage. <br />
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And I am going to be Carmen San Diego for Halloween. Did anyone else love that show as a kid? <br />
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Anyway, I'm hoping November is a quieter month. <br />
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-37307953972502262122012-10-29T17:07:00.003-04:002012-10-29T17:07:44.722-04:00Sandy This weekend we prepared for hurricane Sandy. We went grocery shopping, got gash, took out cash, paid bills just in case the power goes out, etc. <br />
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I was under the impression that Ms. Sandy would show up sometime today around lunch time. I think she got delayed because all day we've had rain, but not the torrential downpour along with fill-in-the-blank mph winds. It's just a very gray rainy day. <br />
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All I want to do is light candles, make some kettle corn to have with my chai tea, and curl up on the couch watching a movie. <br />
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I think that's exactly what I am going to do. Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-42680193515708089122012-09-01T17:26:00.001-04:002012-09-01T17:26:30.692-04:00Hair cut/salon review Back in July I decided it was time for a <b>hair cut</b>. Hair cuts stir up a mix of emotions for me and probably for a lot of women. I've had good hair cuts but I have had way more bad hair cuts that end in tears and pony tails. This time I wanted to skip the tears.<br />
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Since it was my first hair cut in Charlottesville, I took to the interweb and searched for someone who knew what they were doing. In my research I came across <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.ouidad.com/">Ouidad</a></span>. I had heard of Ouidad before and realized they were the first to <a href="http://www.ouidad.com/ouidad-history">specialize in curly hair</a>. Just to clarify, Ouidad is a method of cutting hair and line of products made specifically for curly hair. <br />
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I found a salon, <a href="http://www.facevaluestudio.com/">Face Value Salon</a>, out in Crozet, about 20 min from Charlottesville, that had two stylists that were Ouidad certified. They were charging quite a bit for their hair cuts...as in some people get a cut, highlights, and style for the price of one Ouidad hair cut. Crazy I know. It was way more than I wanted to pay (and had every paid before) but I reasoned that since I don't get regular manicures or pedicures, and I don't get any waxings or massages, and the last time I cut my hair was a year ago, I persuaded myself that <u>it was worth it</u>. <i style="color: #674ea7;">And let me tell you - it was worth every penny. </i><br />
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When the big day arrived, I washed and styled my hair. I know that sounds silly since my hair was going to be washed and cut just hours later, but I really wanted to show the stylist how my hair behaved. <br />
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I arrived at the salon early and I'm glad I did. Will, my sweet, friendly, strawberry blonde stylist gave me a tour of the salon. No one had ever given me a tour of their work space before so this was a nice change. And it's a smart move on their part because it helps customers get familiar with the space. The salon was clean, bright, and well decorated. The stylists were friendly and seemed happy. Everyone who worked there was professional and I would happily head out there for anything beauty related. <br />
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After the tour, Will and I sat down and chatted hair. <i>He asked about what problems I had with my hair, my frustrations, my daily routine, and what I was looking for. </i> I tried to be detailed to give him the best possible vision of me, my needs, and my hair. I think we talked for a good 10-15 min about my hair - again something I had not experienced before. <br />
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We decided to keep the length but give it some shape and remove some of the bulk. Bulk meaning I started to feel like I had a mop on my head instead of hair. <span style="color: #741b47;">Throughout the entire process Will talked to me about how to handle my curly hair and why</span>. Apparently I had been washing my hair, styling my hair, and blow drying my hair incorrectly. Yikes. <br />
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After a very relaxing shampooing and conditioning, he started in with the scissors. This is why the cut is so expensive, because there is a method for cutting curly hair in such a way that it enhances the curl and removes the excess bulk. It's called 'carving and slicing.' You'd think we were talking about meat here, but no...just my hair. <br />
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To note: He told me when <i style="color: #0b5394;"><b>washing</b></i>
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I asked Will lots of questions - how long has he been Ouidad certified, how was the certification training, suggestions for styling, product recommendations, etc. He was such a pleasure to be around. So easy to talk to and <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">obviously very good at his job</span>. <br />
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When he was finished carving and slicing, he showed me <i style="color: #0b5394;"><b>how to apply product</b></i> my hair. Did you know it is okay to comb wet, curly hair?! I did not know. I thought combing would straighten the curl. But by combing the wet hair you ensure the hair is wet all the way through - great for my thick head of hair. When he applied the product he did it in sections starting at the nape of my neck and moving his way to the crown. When working in the product he combed my hair with his fingers, again making sure the product is distributed to each hair. After he went through my entire head he again combed my hair! I was surprised and I think he could tell because he explained that by combing the entire head, it ensures the product is distributed all throughout. <br />
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Next - <i style="color: #0b5394;"><b>styling</b></i>. Since my wet, product filled hair had just been combed. He again styled my hair in sections, starting at the nape of my neck and moving upward. For each section he would comb the hair with his fingers, smoothing the hair, and then pulling his fingers to the end of my hair he shaked the section. Weird right? Not at all what I had been doing with my hair for years. But but smoothing down the hair and then shaking it, it reinvigorates and reactivates the curl. This is the Ouidad 'rake and shake' method of styling. <br />
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Not going to lie, I was a little skeptical but it made my hair <span style="color: magenta; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">gorgeous</span>. I also learned that I had been <i style="color: #0b5394;"><b>drying</b></i> my hair backwards. What I had been doing was drying my hair partially and then letting it air dry. No ma'am it should be the other way. Will told me to let my hair air dry for as long as possible and then diffuse it and dry it completely. Good to know!<br />
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At the end of the appointment I had beautiful soft curls, a look I had a very hard time achieving before this cut. I felt lighter and more beautiful than I had in a while. And I honestly felt like I made a new friend. <i>Will was kind and understanding, thorough with his explanations, and he made my hair amazing. It was <u>the best</u> hair cut experience I have ever had. </i>There is nothing like a great hair cut to give you that extra pep in your step. <br />
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This is a <b>long</b> post. Hopefully it was helpful to anyone with curly hair. I hope everyone has a great long, Labor day weekend. <br />
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<br />Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-61340075939229019952012-08-19T19:45:00.000-04:002012-08-19T19:45:30.068-04:00Family weekend<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Earlier this month, Husband and I headed back home to NoVA for some <b><span style="color: #674ea7;">family time</span></b>. His sister was home from AmeriCorps (hooray!) and his oldest brother was in town with his two girls. He lives in Vermont so any time he's near the VA area, we do our best to meet up with him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like I mentioned before, the last time we saw them both of the girls were younger and slow to warm up to us - especially Gracie. Gracie is most certainly a daddy's girl. During our last visit with them, we were all having dinner and she was running around and inadvertently ended up near Husband, when she realized she was next to him she got the most scared little look on her face, and then <i>ran</i> in the other direction. It was pretty funny to see a tiny child run away from my big, booming-voice Husband since he's a big teddy bear. Luckily she was never that scared of me; I think it helps that I have dark hair and eyes like her mom. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway back to the playground. I feel like she really opened up to me. She wanted to show me what she could do, it was cute. I enjoyed being there with her and encouraging her to try things (and catch her, just in case her little arms didn't have enough strength). </span><br />
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One of my favorites, husband holding Gracie. Look at those forearms. *swoon*</div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The weekend had some sweet moments, like being at the playground or coloring with the girls. But it was also confirmed that I am not ready to have kids of my own. I like knowing where I stand on that issue: I want kids. Yes I do. Just not right now. I really like my sleep and free time too much. But in the future, when I can let go of those selfish things I do want kids. I could go on for ages about my excitement to have Husband as the father of my future kids. Gah. I have this gut feeling that he is going to be a great father. Strong. Encouraging. Real. Gentle. Fun. I'm so blessed. One day we will have an awesome family. Until then, we have a lot we need to do first...like being lazy on a Sunday evening. :o) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Love & Hugs! </span>Peacheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387701385987160485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151033469390805961.post-60994209802908327642012-08-12T22:14:00.002-04:002012-08-12T22:14:28.359-04:00Three years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">Three Years. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">August 8 marked my <b style="color: blue;">third</b> anniversary with my husband. It's hard to believe it's been three years already. I feel like so much has happened since that blessed day. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">We've moved four times (that's a lot!) but each time we learned more about each other. Learning to live with another person isn't easy, but I like to think we are doing a good job. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">We've learned to <span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">communicate</span></i></span> with each other. Communicating is something we will work on for the rest of our lives. But after three years, I would say we have made great progress. Especially Husband. He is SO good at reading me and my tone. I think he understands me more than I understand myself. How wonderful and weird is that? I love it. He knows exactly what I need when I'm stressed out. He knows exactly how to suggest improvements for whatever it is I'm doing. And that is a feat in itself. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">We have <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">taught</span> each other so much. How to play billiards together. How to cook together. How to take road trips together. How to travel with each other. How to play tennis together. How to read each other. How to provide for each other. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">To celebrate the last three years and toast to the next 30, we headed to Ten. Ten is a sushi restaurant in downtown. It was swanky, low lit, minimal decorations. Husband said it felt 'sterile,' which isn't such a bad thing when you're talking about raw fish. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: small;">The food was delicious. We ordered a sushi bowl, which reminded me of Chipotle...rice on the bottom, avocados and lettuce sprinkled in along with cubed tuna. It was really, really good. I would have been happy with just that. But since we were celebrating we ordered the chef special. Honestly I was expecting sushi rolls like so many I've had before, but the waiter came back with a plate of sushi lying on top of beds of rice. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I was skeptical but I wanted to share the experience with my husband. I put on my big girl pants, mixed a teeny bit of wasabi in with my soy sauce and got ready. In the end it was all very tasty. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">After dinner we stopped by Dicks to pick some tennis balls - our latest hobby. Before coming home we swung by Sweet Frog - my favorite frozen yogurt. I love me some Sweet Frog. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">It was a wonderful day together. I look forward to many more with him. </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"></span></span></div>
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