Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Happy 60th Birthday Dad!

My Dad's 60th birthday was this past Saturday. I was extremely sad that I could not be with him on "his" day. My Mom and I discussed for months about doing a surprise party for him before I left. (My parents did not go on the trip with me. My Dad said he wasn't too excited about a Disney ship FULL of children. Once he found out the trip was on his birthday, he decided that he would like to go. My Mom went online to book them and the ship was FULL! So they didn't get to go...)

We couldn't work it out for a party before I left. So, I told my Mom just to have the party on his actual birthday and I just wouldn't be there. I wanted to make something very special, since I couldn't be there. I decided on a video. I did a slideshow of pictures from his childhood till now. Then, all of us going on the trip added a little video to the end!

The DJ played the video on the big screen at my Dad's party and it was a hit! According to my Mom there was not a dry eye in the place and my Dad absolutely loved it!!!

I wanted to share the video with ya'll! I thought this would be a great way for you all to see a bunch of pictures that you would never see otherwise. Plus, you will see me as a sweet little baby to all grown up...hehehe! The video also has very special pictures of me and my brother that passed away. I feel sure that this video will be cherished forever.

I hope you enjoy! Leave comments and tell me what ya think!!!

(Turn your speakers on!)

p.s. Please ignore my Dad's fro! I was not old enough to explain to him that it was not cool.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Spring Break- Part 1

I am so excited to share these pictures with ya'll! I, also, apologize for not having these babies up on Monday, as I said I would. As always, I needed a vacation after my vacation. For 10 days we spent countless hours, walking through amusement parks (Sea World, Universal Studios & Hollywood Studios), watching & playing basketball, shopping, eating (what I really mean is "stuffing my face"...literally!), laughing, swimming, soaking up the sun (I am still red and I don't burn...normally), laying on a tube in the lazy river, loving all things Disney, rubbing my toes in the sand (love it!) and watching the waves crash on shore.

I have an exceptional amount of pictures so I am going to share them over several posts. I promise!

Day 1: Session 3 of the NCAA Basketball Tournament in Tampa


My brother and the kiddos having fun at the ball game.


The kiddos loving their souvenirs!

All of the food we consumed! Why do ball games make you want to eat???

My Jaz...this little face melts my heart and I love that little girl to death!

Okay, this is getting very long and it is only Day 1. I will post Day 3 (Sea World) tomorrow. Nothing exciting happened on Day 2, except for me purchasing absolutely everything I saw at the J.Crew need for pictures, I am sure many of you know what that looks like!

Check back later for a special video!

p.s. If you are wondering why you don't see any pictures of me, It's because I am the lady behind the camera. Pictures of me will come in later posts.


Sunday, March 27, 2011

I'm back...

Did you realize I was gone??

I left for my much anticipated Spring Break trip 10 days ago. I was soooo busy before I left, I forgot to say goodbye!

I had an amazing trip. I am missing the sunshine and the sand between my toes already! Especially since the weather report is calling for SNOW tonight.

I will post pictures starting tomorrow, so check back!

Here is a little sample of what is to come!

See ya tomorrow!


Thursday, March 3, 2011

Funny email!

My Nana sent me an email this morning that I had to share with ya'll. My family is obviously desperate for me to meet Mr. Right, get married and have some babies. This email proves how true that statement is!


God doesn't make mistakes. He puts us where He wishes us to be. They

say there are no mistakes, for everything there is a purpose. Makes you

think . . .

Enjoy! We'll never know where our paths will take us!
This is really beautiful . . .

Consumed by my loss, I didn't notice the hardness of the pew where

I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend - my mother. She

finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense;

I found it hard to breathe at times. Always supportive, Mother clapped

loudest at my school plays, held box of tissues while listening to my

first heartbreak, comforted me at my father's death, encouraged me in

college, and prayed for me my entire life. When mother's illness was

diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married

his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child

without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor.

"What now, Lord?" I asked sitting in church. My life stretched

out before me as an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face

toward the cross while clutching his wife's hand. My sister sat slumped

against her husband's shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their

child . . All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone.

My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her

walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the

Bible together. Now she was with the Lord. My work was finished, and I

was alone. I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church.

Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor. . .

An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to

me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were

brimming with tears. He began to sniffle. 'I'm late,' he explained,

though no explanation was necessary. After several eulogies, he leaned

over and commented, 'Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of '


"Because, that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary, no one called

her 'Mary,'' I whispered. I wondered why this person couldn't have sat

on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his

tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway?

"No, that isn't correct,' he insisted, as several people glanced

over at us whispering, "Her name is Mary, Mary Peters.'" '

"That isn't who this is.'"

'"Isn't this the Lutheran church?"

"No, the Lutheran church is across the street.'"


"I believe you're at the wrong funeral, Sir.'"

The solemn ness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the

man's mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter. I cupped my

hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs. The creaking

pew gave me away . . . Sharp looks from other mourners only made the

situation seem more hilarious.

I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me. He was

laughing too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too late for an

uneventful exit. I imagined Mother laughing. At the final "Amen,'"we

darted out a door and into the parking lot.

"I do believe we'll be the talk of the town,'"he smiled. He said

his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt's funeral, asked me

out for a cup of coffee. That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me

with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right

place. A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church

where he was the assistant pastor. This time we both arrived at the same


right on time . . .

In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter. In place of loneliness,

God gave me love. This past June, we celebrated our twenty-second wedding

anniversary. Whenever anyone asks us how we met,Rick tells them, "Her

mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it's truly a match made in


If you Love God, and are not ashamed of all the marvelous things he

has done for you, send this on to others.

REMEMBER, God doesn't make mistakes. He puts us

where we are to be.

This is so true!
Have a Great Day!