tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77074238595292442612024-03-13T01:54:06.236-05:00Feet to my FaithFor you have delivered me from death and my feet from stumbling that I may walk before God in the light of life.
Psalm 56:13Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-84208548680474213582012-04-11T12:55:00.001-05:002012-04-11T12:55:15.728-05:00I've Moved!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I have moved my page. You can find me at <a href="http://www.feettomyfaith.com/">www.feettomyfaith.com</a>. Please come see me there. I miss you!Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-57772688252732512972012-02-22T20:07:00.000-06:002012-02-22T20:07:43.443-06:00NINE Towels. Really?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sorry, that was unintentionally a long break from blogging.
Crazy how life gets in the way sometimes and days slip quietly (or loudly
depending on your circumstances) by. And just FYI one of these wonderful men in
my life is the 14 year old I mention later. Just sayin. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve been very introspective lately. As some of you know, I
quit selling Real Estate. Totally long and involved story that if you are
really interested in you can email me, or better yet call! Right now I am
trusting God to do what He knows is best in my life. For the most part being
home is good. I am looking for a job, but one that fits my families schedule
and needs. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So in my introspection I have decided to participate in Lent
this year. This is not something I have ever done before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To be honest I only noticed it because I’d
hear about Fat Tuesday and see my Catholic friends walking around with ashes on
their foreheads. This year though God pointed it out early, and nudged me
towards giving something up to remind me of Christ’s sacrifice. The nail in the
coffin so to speak was when a friend emailed me on Monday and mentioned for the
first time she was feeling the nudge to participate too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know the goal isn’t to give up something that EQUALS the
sacrifice of Christ that just isn’t humanly possible. I have fasted before so I
know I could give up some<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">thing</b> so
that when I wanted that thing I could reflect on Jesus sacrifice. But my heart
was drawn to finding something that was more about my <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">relationship</b> with Jesus. So I gave up daytime TV. Now don’t go jumping
to conclusions about what my daytime TV habits were. I’m terrified of what you
are thinking so notice I’m scrambling to make sure you understand. I tend to
turn the TV on in the morning after I have made lunches for everyone. The bus
comes at 6:50 am and it passes the house to turn around at the end of the road
and come back to pick the kids up. When I sit to watch for the bus, I turn the
morning news on, and mostly it stays on after that if I am home. Good Morning
America, Food Network, HGTV, etc. I like to have the noise on and periodically
I will hear or see something interesting and sit to watch for a while. There
have been days since I quit going to an office that I get sucked into whatever
happens to be on and I tune back into my day only after a half an hour or more
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Every so often I have to sit my kids down and reestablish
rules and boundaries that have slipped around the house. I did this Sunday
night after having found <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">NINE </b>towels
in a certain 14 year olds room that didn’t make it down to the laundry room
like they were supposed to. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">NINE</b>!! Seriously……………………
I feel like that is what God is doing for me. He is reestablishing those
boundaries for our relationship that I have let slide. So I have committed to
keep the TV off during the day. Instead of being unintentionally sucked into
the world, I want to be sucked into His word while time slips by. The result of
the silence so far seems to emphasize the fact that I was unintentionally
drowning God out. </span></div>
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With Em's birthday right around the corner, and given the fact that every year I think "she's HOW old?" I am doing my first 10 on Tuesday ever, just for her.<br />
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</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I hope she doesn’t let other people define her</span></div>
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</span></span></span>I hope she is brave</span></div>
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</span></span></span>I hope she isn’t afraid to lead by a compassionate example</span></div>
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</span></span></span>I hope she remembers not to let being pretty
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</span></span></span>I hope she never feels the need to impress a guy</span></div>
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when she feels like she is</span></div>
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</span></span></span>I hope she learns from her mistakes</span></div>
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</span></span></span>I hope she trusts God enough to step out in
faith when he asks her to</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So Randy and I try to have a date night every Wednesday
evening. Please don’t take this as super organization, or as how really good at
focusing on our marriage we are, it started as a matter of necessity and we
just fell into the habit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our kids go to youth on Wednesday evenings and since we live
outside of town and have to drive in to drop them off and pick them up. We just
stay and usually share a burrito at Chipotle for dinner. Last night we switched
it up a bit and went to a pizza place downtown. Yes, I live in a small town
now, and yes the picture above is of the downtown area for all my readers who
are not K-State savvy</span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">.
It is very picturesque with the limestone city hall, churches, libraries,
shops, theaters and restaurants, even a cool art gallery and high class tattoo
parlor (yes I have been inside, no I didn’t leave with anything though the idea
intrigues me….) The only thing missing are antique stores. I totally don’t get
that, but whatever. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>ANYWAY</em>! Last night as Randy and I ate at this great pizza place
I watched across the street at a locally owned yarn and knitting shop. The
lights were on and women were arriving instead of leaving. Not much is busy
downtown Manhattan on a cold Wednesday night, so I know it was an event of some
kind, maybe a knitting circle or a class. Can you picture it? Cold night, women
scurrying to the front door bundled in coats and gloves, carrying knitting
bags.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Opening the door and visibly
relaxing in the warm shop; hugging friends, settling around the table in the
front chatting the whole time. It just looked warm and cozy, totally small town
and heartwarming. And there I was on the outside watching this fellowship of
women, mingling, interacting, and feeling a little left out. Do <strong>NOT</strong>
misunderstand me. My family would look at me as if I had grown another head if
I said I wanted to learn to knit. That is the furthest thing from enjoyment
this impatient, clumsy fingered woman could ever picture. But a part of me
yearned a little bit just to be included in something that warm, a part of a
place. I’m not sure that even makes sense to some people. I don’t honestly know
if it would have made sense to me a few years ago. I had a place where I had
grown up, made friends, made connections. I knew a lot of people between
church, school, family and community. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
had roots with people. Then we picked up and moved here to Manhattan and I
found myself alone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I liked it at first, just putting myself into my husband and
kids, making home and not missing crazy schedules. Then it got a little lonely.
Not lonely as in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">alone</i>, I have a
great husband and wonderful kids, but lonely as in I missed the fact that I
couldn’t pick up the phone and meet a friend for lunch or a soda. Or lonely in
the sense that no one knew me, and I had to tell the same story every time I
met someone new. From KC, Randy took a job here, kids in school, blah, blah,
blah. Sad story I know! Now you’re thinking “What a whiner!!” And I really
don’t mean it that way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know there are
people who start over all the time, moving ton’s more than me and people who
are <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">much</i> more alone than me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just had an idealized picture of what moving
to a small town would be like. Friendly, lots of new Facebook friends,
opportunities to know more people, and God really used it to teach me a lesson.
Like a darned 80’s sitcom, my life is a lesson, who knew?! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I would meet women and think here is a person I could be
friends with! We are<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> so</b> much alike!
Only to stand on the outside getting the very clear message that “I have enough
friends thank you very much, and I really don’t have the time or desire to
invest in someone new.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">OUCH!</i></b>
I think maybe…..perhaps…..possibly…….okay I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">know</i>
I have said those words in my head when meeting someone new in the past. I
think I might have even said them out loud to a good friend. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And there it is. I am totally confronted with
who I am. Who I have been and it has come back to bite me firmly in the
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know women need relationships with other women. It’s the
way God made us. So when we have babies and sick kids and boy troubles and
questions about faith and scripture and how to be whatever it is we are
striving to be, we have someone with whom to share our burdens. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">know</i>
that, but it is still so easy for us to be so wrapped up in our own stuff that
we miss people God puts in front of us to grow us. I’m not comparing myself or
situation to people who are truly outcast or on the fringe. This was just God
giving me a nudge to actually see the women around me who might need a friend
or someone to just listen. I don’t think God wastes any moment of our life. It
is too fast and fleeting to let whining about what is momentary distract us
from what we are supposed to be doing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Another life lesson learned. Honestly I always though
getting older would mean I knew more. What it really means is that the older I
get, the more I realize how little I know, and how big my God is.</span></div>
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I have an additional copy of the book<strong><em> "7" an experimental mutiny against excess, </em></strong>which I would love to give away. If you would like to enter to win, add a comment here or under the book review post with your name and email address. We will pick a winner at random January 10th!</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-59252280836445553292012-01-03T11:10:00.000-06:002012-01-03T11:10:40.377-06:00Book Review of "7" by Jen Hatmaker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z66veymFQso/TwM1_vgyENI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4y6CcGEMf_I/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z66veymFQso/TwM1_vgyENI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4y6CcGEMf_I/s400/7.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">You might have heard me mention on Facebook a week or so ago that I was reading a book called 7 by Jen Hatmaker. The book is a journal of sorts which Jen keeps as she, her family, and a circle of friends intentionally begin to experience the process of reducing or separating from the overindulgence of the American norm. They took seven months and chose seven areas in which to simplify their lives. Food, Clothes, Spending, Media, Possessions, Waste, and Stress. I read the book this week and was given the wonderful opportunity to review it. So here is my opinion (for what its worth).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Several months ago I had the privilege to hear Jen speak at a conference. At the time I was struck by how real, normal and relatable she was. I’m the one who drove her back and forth to the airport and the hotel. She had plenty opportunity to reveal her true self during those times and while our conversation certainly touched on the spiritual and the motivation for the conference. We also talked kids, gardening, food, college football and the Big 12. (My husband is laughing hysterically right now at that picture in his head!) I met the same person at the conference that I met while reading the book. Funny, irreverent, earnest and willing to be honest about who she is. That’s why the book “7” works. It’s not a pie in the sky, super spiritual book that you walk away from thinking, “Wow what an amazing Christian woman!” (No offence please Jen!). You walk away thinking, this woman is like me, and that means if she can do it I can do it. Which makes us want to look outside of ourselves to see our community, our neighbors, our environment and our role in each. The book tackles issues that many people want to avoid thinking about, like the homeless, the environment (which conservatives like me run screaming from for fear of being considered liberal) and keeping the Sabbath with a Biblical perspective you might not have heard before.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The impact this book had on me wasn’t perhaps what you would think. Three years ago, when our life changing stuff really began to happen I experienced by circumstance not by choice some of what she talks about in her book. Ask people who have been in the same situation; it’s amazing what you can live without when you have to. As for getting rid of stuff? Ha! My closet is a perfect example of how much stuff we have gotten rid of. It is plenty full now and literally a quarter of the size it was when we started this journey. I was impacted so much more by the things I least expected. The Chapters on Spending, Waste and Stress were my big “Ah Ha!” moments. Jen spends time on the modern church in the chapter on Spending, and it was one of those times I had to keep interrupting my husband’s bowl games on TV to read excerpts out loud so he could appreciate it too!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Don’t read “7” with the expectation that it will change your life. Jen definitely leaves that up to you. But it will confront you with the question of whether you really want to change your life, or whether you just want to live with your status quo. She doesn’t ask us as the reader to do what she is doing to achieve a better relationship with God. She doesn’t set this up as an ultimate how to book nor is she angling to become your social awareness guru. Jen is just honestly sharing with us what this process looks like to her, and in doing so what it would look like to you if you are willing to step outside your comfort zone. So my view if you couldn’t tell? Do Read “7”.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-78081371174800621732012-01-02T23:48:00.001-06:002012-01-02T23:54:30.134-06:00Cha Cha Cha Changes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9z0kLSRBBs/TwKX86Pj7WI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dqNwn5qDIO4/s1600/house+with+lights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9z0kLSRBBs/TwKX86Pj7WI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dqNwn5qDIO4/s400/house+with+lights.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My family is cranky. Maybe it’s the fact that the kids are ready to go back to school, or maybe it’s because they aren’t ready to go back…….Maybe it’s too much of everything; Christmas, time off, time awake, togetherness. Who knows why? But they are cranky. Maybe I am too. I insisted today that we get out of the house and away from the TV/video games/movies/mindless vegetation. So we went to the library to use the Internet, and to Radio Shack to talk to someone about how to get it at our house. (Yes there is a place in this United States where normal people don’t get Internet.) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then came back home to watch more bowl games and do nothing! We did that a lot this break, at least the half of break after Christmas. Before Christmas we had snow days, finals, projects due (we hardly saw Randy for two weeks!) and crazy busy schedules. We didn’t watch TV the whole time though. The house is super clean, and we re-did the office. Now you can actually get to a computer without climbing over boxes and chairs. I need to see if we have any before pictures so I can post an after picture so you can really appreciate all that was accomplished.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some super fantastic friends came out New Years Eve from KC and spent the night and everything! We did nothing except eat, talk and have fun together for 24 hours straight. I so appreciate their friendship and the joy they brought to me by doing that. Not everyone would have put up with the chaos 10 adults and 13 kids can create especially overnight. </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So now it’s 2012. I have a feeling it’s going to be a year of great change for us. Some things have already happened; some things are yet to come. Have I mentioned how grateful I am for a God who is constant even when our lives are not? I can’t really talk about a new year without mentioning that. Even when I feel like I have no idea where I’m going, He is there. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knows where I’m headed before it even enters my mind. He knows my heart’s desire even more than I do. No matter how confused I am. He never is. He offers such peace WHEN I REMEMBER THAT! How is it that I ever forget? </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Psalms 139:2-12 (The Message)<br />
I'm an open book to you; <br />
even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking. <br />
You know when I leave and when I get back; <br />
I'm never out of your sight. <br />
You know everything I'm going to say <br />
before I start the first sentence. <br />
I look behind me and you're there, <br />
then up ahead and you're there, too— <br />
your reassuring presence, coming and going. <br />
This is too much, too wonderful— <br />
I can't take it all in! <br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? <br />
to be out of your sight? <br />
If I climb to the sky, you're there! <br />
If I go underground, you're there! <br />
If I flew on morning's wings <br />
to the far western horizon, </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You'd find me in a minute— <br />
you're already there waiting! <br />
Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark! <br />
At night I'm immersed in the light!" <br />
It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you; <br />
night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.</span></div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-27234324050301851912011-11-15T14:31:00.000-06:002011-11-15T14:31:42.996-06:00House Updates<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AXX0OkR-pMAz19QOhdlhewmA-YYN6R8xpZyh-Njg7EkkrrU_zd_hb_dvgzxafiWWv-3N9IudvbuQl6Ik1J0grz1taGvOkhw0H8sjawZCvDRZFWqpuCRYg4EeUSoLl5_EVUzYw23Mokg/s1600/remodel305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AXX0OkR-pMAz19QOhdlhewmA-YYN6R8xpZyh-Njg7EkkrrU_zd_hb_dvgzxafiWWv-3N9IudvbuQl6Ik1J0grz1taGvOkhw0H8sjawZCvDRZFWqpuCRYg4EeUSoLl5_EVUzYw23Mokg/s320/remodel305.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We bought this house last year because it has great potential. In Real Estate speak that means it needs work, and it does. Nothing big, just a <em><strong>pretty</strong></em> upgrade, because we like to say that while this house was build in 1990 it looks like it was decorated in 1970. We had about $80 on a Home Depot card after we took back extra stuff from the renovation on the house before we left KC. So that, and maybe $30 extra has funded the upgrade so far.</span></div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqiqjas-OZNS6UqN4jQ3vmdD-3S251J_4QU1eRxMRtp-PfoVROqXzNmtD2tSUWe8HQwhcOfy3E4NbKnh9U5N78RGf8b7ZNwLSvb6-pawkcfr3eQs6BPpSzd8InSpfqmhoJvn3j1xemzLc/s1600/remodel308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqiqjas-OZNS6UqN4jQ3vmdD-3S251J_4QU1eRxMRtp-PfoVROqXzNmtD2tSUWe8HQwhcOfy3E4NbKnh9U5N78RGf8b7ZNwLSvb6-pawkcfr3eQs6BPpSzd8InSpfqmhoJvn3j1xemzLc/s320/remodel308.JPG" width="320" /></a> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our first re-do was Caleb’s bedroom on the first floor. The kids really hadn’t had their own space since we left Lenexa in ’09, so we wanted to get bedrooms done first. When we first moved in we gave him the slightly larger room since it shared a wall with the bathroom. That way he got the noise </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> It was a lovely mustard color (I don’t know if I can really infuse those written words with the sarcasm that the spoken word conveys) and had Kelly green curtains. I went through the house the day we got here and took </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">down all but one set of curtains. Randy couldn’t understand my mania but they were awful. The mauve plastic mini blinds in the kitchen survived slightly longer, but that was only out of necessity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBpDHCBEtiH8WF1hhtBiwgMjbuIXM2CBTL-IBrYoqqT3LB2CO3v73fdXfSq0rj8UHkoP8mDU2YaoLgKTOJ-7dWsHQOpG6MD8CRb4g8pCU_rL7312UBdrThlrwFUr1YF6nhFjoXUEBtHY/s1600/house0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBpDHCBEtiH8WF1hhtBiwgMjbuIXM2CBTL-IBrYoqqT3LB2CO3v73fdXfSq0rj8UHkoP8mDU2YaoLgKTOJ-7dWsHQOpG6MD8CRb4g8pCU_rL7312UBdrThlrwFUr1YF6nhFjoXUEBtHY/s400/house0002.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Since he was back in KC last winter we moved his stuff out of the room, scraped the ceiling, and painted the trim, windows and walls. We didn’t paint the doors; I think we will replace them later. That was one thing we learned from the flip. Replacing doors is relatively inexpensive and made a HUGE difference in the overall look of the house. Painting the cheap, flat, wood doors just made them look cheaper</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We moved into that room after it was finished and started on the, I can’t think of the proper adjective, avocado green room. It was a surprise for Caleb when he came back home for the weekend. I want him to feel like he has a place here even though he has been pretty transient with college and everything. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ia9wRDttweVD4aGKmiweX-hSdOWKZ_Nnq-nTBHzUwm9vS-8v6gtoU3SU-OZsdxrnaZZ69zitk_9DLm5TCaKzh0doWZY_GWS8KmuGafiWXc9GHVxmvnxEpuN6rKcPhsp6sC8JH8t1B8k/s1600/remodel306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ia9wRDttweVD4aGKmiweX-hSdOWKZ_Nnq-nTBHzUwm9vS-8v6gtoU3SU-OZsdxrnaZZ69zitk_9DLm5TCaKzh0doWZY_GWS8KmuGafiWXc9GHVxmvnxEpuN6rKcPhsp6sC8JH8t1B8k/s320/remodel306.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">We scraped the ceiling here too. Odd thing about the house is the different types of ceilings. Living room is smooth, kitchen and upstairs rooms are bead board, all other rooms are popcorn. The big chunky kind. I hate scraping ceilings. Randy does the big parts I do the areas around the light fixtures and edges. I will say though it is totally worth it to go to the trouble. If you dry scrape and paint them they look like they were knockdown from the beginning.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUE1MyosKKcjq9HEny7KcvkIDC9YxXGWWqwWX_czw8kuNmpV8gLhi2UXHIZ_RGfoA-xshsar0J798m9K70KciAkk9kpr0qi1DeZtqsVGB3PSEzRlIa_LnUYzK1eBZhHF23jseVce394M/s1600/remodel307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUE1MyosKKcjq9HEny7KcvkIDC9YxXGWWqwWX_czw8kuNmpV8gLhi2UXHIZ_RGfoA-xshsar0J798m9K70KciAkk9kpr0qi1DeZtqsVGB3PSEzRlIa_LnUYzK1eBZhHF23jseVce394M/s320/remodel307.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We also replaced the light fixture. We had one left over from the flip. It’s crazy how those simple things can have such a big impact. The ceiling fan in our room was actually really nice<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> already.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I will post pictures of the other two bedrooms later. We haven’t done anything to Em’s she is having a hard time figuring out what to do. I think I have <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">almost</i> convinced her to just let me make the decisions for her!</span></div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-56378579402303640432011-11-10T11:36:00.000-06:002011-11-10T11:36:14.863-06:00I've Been Thinking..........<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodbmOqEtqlKts8f8yGww1Xm-Lx7K4J5K3W7VO-n_eFJfR2YMbqnfufdjpMEnq6zWMIlBUvhiESeNh6KSPZ6ibKoqv9CnhYHexrKCzBVCQsZ3xfrC5yoeeSJsZA_qLU998puwHEbxLvtY/s1600/FAMILY0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodbmOqEtqlKts8f8yGww1Xm-Lx7K4J5K3W7VO-n_eFJfR2YMbqnfufdjpMEnq6zWMIlBUvhiESeNh6KSPZ6ibKoqv9CnhYHexrKCzBVCQsZ3xfrC5yoeeSJsZA_qLU998puwHEbxLvtY/s400/FAMILY0001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was standing in the kitchen last night staring blankly at my kitchen “renovation” (I use that term very loosely, I think you actually need a budget for a renovation) but that’s going to be a whole ‘nother blog. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyway, as I was staring at the floor, Randy asked what I was doing. I said “thinking” His immediate response was “Stop!” He knows me so well. My first step to every disaster starts with those words. So believe me when I say I will understand completely if you close the page </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know Thanksgiving has a tendency to wake us up from our daily slog through life to see the things for which we are thankful. (Even if it’s only at the Thanksgiving dinner table as we scramble to come up with something to be thankful for before we have to take a turn around the circle) And, since it’s that season, I’ve been thinking about the past few years, and all we have to be thankful for as a family. Honestly there is no way I can even process all that has happened, all that God has provided. Several years ago I remember my oh so impressionable oldest child in a moment of drama, crying over being homeless and living in a box on the side of the road. (all over a not so great class report in third grade mind you.) At the time I remember telling him that we had family and church friends who would never let that happen, and that God would take care of us. Kind of a knee jerk response, not that I thought it was untrue, I just really hadn’t thought about something like that ever being possible. In 2009 when everything started to crumble financially around us, we really did have family and friends step in and act as the hands and feet of God in service to us. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Thankful” </i>seems like a puny word to describe how I feel about them. But I still have to say, I am so thankful for those people who stepped up and helped, loved us, and listened to my whining (on blogs, Facebook, and in person, I am a very prolific whiner)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am thankful that in the last two years God has provided jobs for us, a home for us and financial options with college tuition for our kids. He has allowed us to start paying off debt left over from the hard times, and given us hope that one day we will be financially stable again. God has shown Himself to be faithful, even though we made stupid decisions, and mistakes, which proves to me that it is so much more about God’s faithfulness than my goodness!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Don’t misunderstand me however; this has been a rough couple of years and I am not simply saying as I did before, that God took care of us, not really thinking about what that meant. God has taken care of us when things were hard, but not by sending a magic check in the mail to ease our suffering so we could go back to our clueless, status quo existence. God allowed us to go through stuff that wasn’t fun and to be confronted with hard questions about what our purpose here really is. I have gone from the SUV driving suburban stay at home mom who loves Jesus cliché to someone who has experienced the grace of God is so many ways that I am <strong><em>changed</em></strong> by it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am thankful for hard times, which is much easier to say on this side of them! I know I am supposed to be thankful in the midst of hardship, and I’m still working on that. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am thankful that God has used these circumstances and my failures to force me to depend on Him. Ultimately all I want is to be used by God for His purpose, whatever that looks like in my life. </span></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"> <em><strong><sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">1</span></sup>The plans of the heart belong to man,<br />
but<sup class="xref" value="(<a href="#cen-ESV-16842A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></sup> the answer of the tongue is from the LORD.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-16843">2</sup><sup class="xref" value="(<a href="#cen-ESV-16843B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup></span> All the ways of a man are pure in his own eyes,<br />
but the LORD<sup class="xref" value="(<a href="#cen-ESV-16843C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></sup> weighs the spirit.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-16844">3</sup><sup class="xref" value="(<a href="#cen-ESV-16844D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)"></sup></span> Commit your work to the LORD,<br />
and your plans will be established.</strong></em> </blockquote> Proverbs 16:1-3 ESV<br />
<strong></strong>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-67726561942204354732011-11-03T10:02:00.000-05:002011-11-03T10:02:45.315-05:00AdoptionI have watched people I know and love go through the process of adoption. I've failed miserably in the "after". I wondered myself what that would look like for my family. I have to share this link for those involved in supporting friends and family "after" . PLEASE READ <a href="http://www.jenhatmaker.com/blog/2011/11/02/how-to-be-the-village" target="_blank">Jen Hatmakers blog</a>. Not only is she hysterically funny, she opened my eyes.Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-345652769204941242011-10-07T16:56:00.003-05:002011-10-07T16:57:02.697-05:00Short Attention Span<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I realize now that I am a parent that what I remember from
my childhood might not always be accurate. I say that because my kids are
always saying something about an event or time and I look at them knowing full
well that they are totally wrong, but their perception of that event or time is
accurate in their minds. That said; don’t judge my dad too harshly by my
memories. If he were here he could defend himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My dad went through hobbies like nobody’s business. The ones
I have a clear memory of included. Flying and airplanes; Computers, Photography-
I think this is where I really got started loving photography. He gave me my
first 35mm for my 16<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> birthday. Jewelry- he designed a ring for my
mom and bought some diamonds as an investment. Real Estate- he was a licensed
agent and my parents owned rental property from time to time. Baseball Cards, Snow
plowing, Cars- this was the one hobby I remember lasting through all the other
ones. He was always messing around with the car. Rebuilding engines, body work,
collecting parts, our garage was an insane mess of stuff. Ask anyone who knew
him!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know that many of
his hobbies came out of a need to provide for his family. (Real Estate and snow
plowing for instance.) Being a full time pastor of a small church didn’t
exactly bring in the big bucks, but the Pastorate was his passion. His heart
was always invested in Jesus, the WORD and people. I think those things defined
him, not all the crazy things he got involved in outside of that. The crazy
things engaged his head, but his heart was always in the Pastorate. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I guess I’m coming to realize that I’m more like my dad than
I even thought I was. I’ve jumped around so much with so many different things
that I know I’ve driven Randy crazy. I get a great idea I just KNOW is the solution
for my short attention span (and in which I could never lose interest). I giddily
do that thing for a while, looking for ways to do it more until I start doing
it less, get distracted and start thinking of new ideas. I know what you’re
thinking, and it’s totally possible that you’re right. I’m a head case.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Real Estate has been a way for me to help provide for my
family and it is fun. I enjoy it and it really engages my head. But it doesn’t
engage my heart. I think I’m helping people, I don’t think I could work in a
place where I felt like I wasn’t contributing something, but my heart craves
something more. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the conference in
September it’s just gotten worse. I really want to be involved in work that
engages my heart. The fact that I have one kid in college, and two getting
ready for it means I have to do something that brings home a paycheck. So here
is the quandary. How do I find something that engages my head and my heart? Can
I? Is my heart discontent here because I’m not made for this place?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">If I
discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy,
the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world. C. S. Lewis<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or do I just really have this character flaw of a short
attention span? Any thoughts, besides the ones dealing with the fact that I’m a
head case? If you have it figured out, let me know.</span></div>
Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-9212634959804822452011-09-19T20:09:00.001-05:002011-09-19T20:22:18.736-05:00My Life Interrupted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfBvIdpdhpa3Jl_BcoWRclTDDHeUGOTO1BNDcUfWY-R9Ci3tXtwCvIu9z8XWI7E-fzj2h6UpAYTvmZIPIJCOSVBOLSWEg8Fniz4YJlVDa_Er9Yiy41otxDgPHQOUqoPxuM-9waB-fbsM/s1600/Interrupted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfBvIdpdhpa3Jl_BcoWRclTDDHeUGOTO1BNDcUfWY-R9Ci3tXtwCvIu9z8XWI7E-fzj2h6UpAYTvmZIPIJCOSVBOLSWEg8Fniz4YJlVDa_Er9Yiy41otxDgPHQOUqoPxuM-9waB-fbsM/s400/Interrupted.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had one of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">those</i> moments this weekend. You know the kind I mean. The kind that totally changes your perspective, and you have a sneaking suspicion, your life. I was at the conference I speak at every fall, this time not only as a speaker but an organizer. The theme was<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Interrupted</i></b>, based on a book by </span><a href="http://www.jenhatmaker.com/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Jen Hatmaker,</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> our keynote speaker. (check her out) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We talked about how sometimes God interrupts our lives in such a way that we can’t help but react.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> We really wanted a conference that would be challenging to the women attending but I think God went so far above and beyond our expectations we were flattened. I shouldn’t speak for the other organizers I suppose, but I was flattened. I really don’t even know where to start sharing. There was no part of my heart that wasn’t affected. So many things I feel it necessary to change in my own life. Things that now that I know I can’t possibly not get involved. For instance;</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did you know that we have more people literally enslaved in the world at this time than at any other time in history?</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did you know the chocolate industry is a major contributor to the enslavement of children?</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did you know that Sex trafficking is alive and well in Kansas?</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Check out </span><a href="http://www.notforsalecampaign.org/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">this site</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> for more information. </span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Honestly I wanted to come home, quit my job and jump right into ministry full time. That of course is going to have to be another posting. I’m praying God might open a new path.</span></div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-24340258531115267772011-08-12T11:07:00.000-05:002011-08-12T11:07:09.049-05:00Family Camp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJ9luPO1nFHCYjSzcOH2l1wBJYqUF7b0MDcWseE9L7dcGULB8RR7jMfWMHkXeo9Wo6GjIr4fbWOSLXerQCjAHmdvSDjC2U2H6qm9vySbKufGB2EBMPQl4h6P3mhIYGhZEwNBN9sxMYuM/s1600/clydehurst+cabin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJ9luPO1nFHCYjSzcOH2l1wBJYqUF7b0MDcWseE9L7dcGULB8RR7jMfWMHkXeo9Wo6GjIr4fbWOSLXerQCjAHmdvSDjC2U2H6qm9vySbKufGB2EBMPQl4h6P3mhIYGhZEwNBN9sxMYuM/s400/clydehurst+cabin.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm having a hard time re-adjusting to normal life this week after being at Clydehurst Christian Ranch last week with friends. Before you turn your nose up at the thought of camping, let me give you something to think about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. No cooking for a week</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. No deciding <em><strong>what</strong></em> to cook for a week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Kids running around with their friends like its 1955. Coming for meals when the bell rings and back to the cabin at curfew.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Naps everyday if you want.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. Activities organized by someone other than YOU.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. Mountain temperatures in the 50's at night and 80's during the day. All with no humidity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. A heated pool.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8. Hanging around with friends you don't get to see every day and just talking!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9. Bedtime snacks prepared and provided for you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">10. Time alone with your husband/wife to just be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Really there are more than 10 good things, but that seems like a great place to start.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Does that change your perspective? I know you still think "You drive how far to get that?!" and yes you're right it is a long trip, but totally worth it. And yes my friends who travel with me, it's not just about the kids and Randy any more. I needed that time this year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-70348055913552708632011-06-12T14:06:00.000-05:002011-06-12T14:06:32.111-05:00WOW<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVDZXW32tp0q6qhDB2kZ5VDs3PEZSIlJ4kJ3pdyKqf28tUoG1FNwskPTiXqqMIfJjaFwUwANhosnNbPko-9FNfO5XDN5R4VqUBD4K8FRN4cDRezP_32xXPbke8EUEDC5x9C4QsJ4rjQY/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVDZXW32tp0q6qhDB2kZ5VDs3PEZSIlJ4kJ3pdyKqf28tUoG1FNwskPTiXqqMIfJjaFwUwANhosnNbPko-9FNfO5XDN5R4VqUBD4K8FRN4cDRezP_32xXPbke8EUEDC5x9C4QsJ4rjQY/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" t8="true" width="312px" /></a></div><br />
Yes I freely admit that I failed at blogging in 2011. Totally, epically failed. If there is an excuse it's just been that I've been really, really busy and the result of that is that I have a tendency to scramble from one event to the next. Since I blogged late in January:<br />
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Caleb left home and moved back to KC to attend Johnson County Community College to finish out his high school career. He split his time between his two fabulous Grandmothers who were amazing enough to let a 17 year old move in with them for a time!<br />
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Emma turned 16. I know, really that deserves a blog all on its own about what a fantastic daughter and blessing she is to my life. And she is. I think she's pretty fantastic.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVDZXW32tp0q6qhDB2kZ5VDs3PEZSIlJ4kJ3pdyKqf28tUoG1FNwskPTiXqqMIfJjaFwUwANhosnNbPko-9FNfO5XDN5R4VqUBD4K8FRN4cDRezP_32xXPbke8EUEDC5x9C4QsJ4rjQY/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>Caleb graduated from High School and turned 18. (if none of the above had succeeded yet in making me feel REALLY old this did it.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I started attending a fantastic women's Bible study at church on Monday mornings. 66 Love Letters by Larry Crabb. Check it out it is amazing!! The ladies in the study are pretty cool too, so that helps!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We stood in line for a total of 3 hours for the Food Networks Great Food Truck Race and got nothing to eat. The picture above was taken that day. Obviously very early in the waiting. They were much crankier later.</div><br />
I planted a ginormous garden.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The deer and birds ate about half of that ginormous garden.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I started selling real estate on my own here in Manhattan. Which accounts for some of the busyness.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Honestly its all I can do to just get up and get out the door some days. I know, you are wondering what has changed to enable me time to do this wonderful and informative post, and I have to say absolutely nothing. I'm sitting at an Open House on one of my listings (<em>at which no one has shown</em>) and supposed to be putting the finishing touches on a conference I'm speaking at <em>next weekend, </em>procrastinating. something I seem to do pretty darned well.Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-80629097010926176372011-01-31T15:34:00.000-06:002011-01-31T15:34:53.642-06:00AUDACIOUS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">AUDACIOUS:</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: 18pt;">Extremely bold or daring; recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like.</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: black;">A lot of people have been choosing words for 2011. I've had conversations with friends a couple of times and not thought about it much. To be honest I kind of wrote it off. Funny the way God works though. I think I've been pursued by a word. </span><br />
Ever have that happen? Not necessarily with a word, usually it happens to me with a scripture passage or thought that God repeats to me over and over validating with other scripture until sleepy, slow to learn me finally gets it. I got it this week. Now to see where it leads!Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-24404625276815909942010-12-23T11:22:00.000-06:002010-12-23T11:22:49.808-06:00To all my friends, Merry Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3d-dBrCk0hRboba91FV-yuZlUrGp7UHLygZFWWLPPlfBy84mmXXJnbDgPJtI2DFe0eLHLr_7Sj6kx0XEM3Zn1tb_vloCoE1jHxD6mM2P-2c9FJLOF8CcWQ_Ana-qkzzZUqkNK9Bkmck/s1600/Englewood0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3d-dBrCk0hRboba91FV-yuZlUrGp7UHLygZFWWLPPlfBy84mmXXJnbDgPJtI2DFe0eLHLr_7Sj6kx0XEM3Zn1tb_vloCoE1jHxD6mM2P-2c9FJLOF8CcWQ_Ana-qkzzZUqkNK9Bkmck/s400/Englewood0002.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>For all you friends who arent going to get a Christmas card from me (which would be all of you). Here is my Christmas letter in abbreviated form. I always have such good intentions at Christmas. <br />
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Every year I say "This year is different, I'm going to send cards/newsletter/pictures for Christmas. I am going to be that organized!!!" And every year I don't actually seem to get them out. There have been years when I write the cards and even address them but just don't put them in the mail. Then about February I find them on my desk and figure its really too late to send them after all. One year I even wrote the newsletter. Put pictures in and was so proud of myself, but never did anything else with it. I found it on the computer the other day.................<br />
Please don't feel slighted that I don't send cards to you. This is my problem not yours. You are great friends, I'm the disorganized crazy one!<br />
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So instead of messing with the cards,(which for some reason I still fill this need to do) I am blogging my Christmas. Lazy? Maybe............<br />
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So 2010 was a crazy year for the Bartel's. We lived 4 different places since November of 2009. This is the longest we have lived anywhere in the last year. Yipeee! I think that means we might be settled :)<br />
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Caleb starts college in January of 2011. Technically he is still a high school senior, but he will finish his senior year with all college classes at Johnson County Community College. He is enrolled at K-State next fall, though it doesn't seem to have quite the draw as when it was 2 hours away from us. He is busy right now getting scholarship applications in. He has one awarded and under his belt (yea!!) We are hoping for many more:)<br />
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Emma is enjoying Manhattan High School for the most part. She is a sophmore this year and likes the friends and the fun stuff. She isn't exactly fond of the Chemistry part, not that I blame her. She revisited her role from 7th grade as an Oompa Loompa in Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory this fall as a part of the MHS musical. She was the best Oompa Loompa up there. <br />
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Ethan skipped football this fall which was devastating to Randy, but played in a tournament with friends from KC for a weekend, which I think he enjoyed as ,much as his dad did. He has already started baseball practice, though its only once a week and indoor! Seventh grade is going well, he still likes math the best and is taking Algebra I. Thank goodness he didn't get my math skills!<br />
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Randy is enjoying his work at the Ebert Mayo Design Group. He missed coaching football this fall but made up for lost time coaching for the tournament. He is working hard on several projects around town. A couple of elementary schools and some other multi use buildings. <br />
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I'm working part time as an assistant for a local broker. Learning the Manhattan market and just enjoying no home improvement projects at the moment!<br />
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As a family we have joined New Hope Church and gotten involved in a small group of really great people. The kids like the youth program and are planning a mission trip for summer.<br />
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We are so blessed! We are not anywhere we would have expected to be this time last year, but God has been so good to us. We have jobs, health, family and friends and we are grateful for all. Especially you!Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-85218980245471533322010-12-16T10:44:00.000-06:002010-12-16T10:44:53.831-06:00Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7Sos-afX4I84f4ey5Btyr1423CQ8N2UelJhbuqDUNSn93Ue-QmPu7tAK_SgsP-m6a5uGcGIbFG45n3iNbAmXLJs8tUdi7nTDQBwTapYrkmFgBgFadAHOa1B1EcPOFFAgdqHriKSlgNI/s1600/Englewood0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7Sos-afX4I84f4ey5Btyr1423CQ8N2UelJhbuqDUNSn93Ue-QmPu7tAK_SgsP-m6a5uGcGIbFG45n3iNbAmXLJs8tUdi7nTDQBwTapYrkmFgBgFadAHOa1B1EcPOFFAgdqHriKSlgNI/s400/Englewood0008.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love this picture. Slightly out of focus, but it TOTALLY captures the fun! With Caleb ready to head off to college next month, days like this are so much sweeter. </div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-49861176955365389792010-11-23T12:18:00.000-06:002010-11-23T12:18:05.875-06:00Thanksgiving and Motherhood.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazNyVaRd5SvqImrpT0ZLcx009pl7qRmIED90gF6XIWhqga2R8sIDVacEadAP3DRiF2OYxzUCsVG6XkgFWdRGzHGVhNQnZ7fJnh7vfStHpttb9tKFCKdti1iFm61tYgwCaiqLY9QXoreE/s1600/spanking-norman-rockwell1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazNyVaRd5SvqImrpT0ZLcx009pl7qRmIED90gF6XIWhqga2R8sIDVacEadAP3DRiF2OYxzUCsVG6XkgFWdRGzHGVhNQnZ7fJnh7vfStHpttb9tKFCKdti1iFm61tYgwCaiqLY9QXoreE/s400/spanking-norman-rockwell1.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't judge my parenting based on the picture above please. It just made me laugh, classic Norman Rockwell!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Last week at Bible Study we had a social time and in order to get that off the ground, the leader asked what our first job was and what our favorite job has been. My first job, if you don’t count babysitting, was at Cookie Factory at Oak Park Mall. Fun, though I can’t remember the names of anyone I worked with except my boss. It was the question about my favorite job that got me thinking. My favorite job has always been and will always be MOM. I know there is question as to whether that really qualifies as a job. There is no question about the fact that its work :) but can I count that as a job? </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I know that I was so blessed to stay home with my kids as long as I did. It didn’t happen right away, and it came at a cost, but it is the best job ever. I’m a little nostalgic about it now simply because all my kids are teenagers now (yikes!). The days of ear infections with no end and nap time have been traded for teenage drama and drivers licenses (YIKES!) </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">At this time of Thanksgiving, I just wanted to say how thankful I am for my family. My kids are my heart. They give meaning to my days and fill most of them with joy ;) My husband is my best friend and I am blessed everyday by him.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-69985234483394502132010-10-22T14:41:00.000-05:002010-10-22T14:41:12.012-05:00Teenager<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJXxZ66mGigOnAajuDPWCzAGrHgzBNmaM7gl3ZW70aR2hiP0klHOrN_J8x6xVeRTGgUZYArrlsIBK0pxnoYaJjIPF7XGyNqbbqUoa6MDqMgkcNcihynlbfPeB3TF0GKQ9vXwVe-Ff_sY/s1600/1317+Wreath0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJXxZ66mGigOnAajuDPWCzAGrHgzBNmaM7gl3ZW70aR2hiP0klHOrN_J8x6xVeRTGgUZYArrlsIBK0pxnoYaJjIPF7XGyNqbbqUoa6MDqMgkcNcihynlbfPeB3TF0GKQ9vXwVe-Ff_sY/s320/1317+Wreath0004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtKI6aWGSbXqGnppreP_mxi0jKYOQtXnnIepnwFgBMOYbu9Qi5Zx25lfrMucvv0kGJhHZjKmeavG09eevdHq8DeUyBWa1afM8mmO9Ea43-CtFqXTjpF1kuVtsx-JLUj5byKCzP1QCQCo/s1600/1317+Wreath0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtKI6aWGSbXqGnppreP_mxi0jKYOQtXnnIepnwFgBMOYbu9Qi5Zx25lfrMucvv0kGJhHZjKmeavG09eevdHq8DeUyBWa1afM8mmO9Ea43-CtFqXTjpF1kuVtsx-JLUj5byKCzP1QCQCo/s320/1317+Wreath0001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left">So the last child turned 13 on the 13th of October. We celebrated with a surprise party in KC this last weekend. (I think everyone deserves a surprise party at one point or another in their life) It was fun and E was surprised. He didn't figure it out right until we pulled the car into the parking stall at the park. HA! Grandma, Caleb and Emma made it happen by showing up at the park early and setting things up. Considering how unorganized I am I'm surprised we pulled it off. Actually he had been to a friend's birthday party the night before and that friend's mom mentioned it without thinking. I'm sure my face would have been picture perfect when she said something about meeting at De Soto park for Ethan's birthday the next afternoon. I fell all over myself stammering and trying to figure out what to say. She recovered nicely and Ethan didn't even pay any attention. I however, was speechless. Too funny.</div><div align="left">I can't believe how fast this whole childhood thing went. Surely I'm not old enough to have one teenager let alone three, but I guess time rolls on!</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-39583046670609673942010-10-18T13:43:00.000-05:002010-10-18T13:43:44.978-05:00Coming Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlNgM1-qZH2WYamBxiu4MTub2_Y1aFitf2IroomtfgBxyvJCbmSe17H0FBv1jcXB-zwxN4a29xkULN1EbrkMZUChmyGIqBcVqWGE5IQfXyUzm-6YBoq4sgMUSuUpR_4KDGER3fBI4QMU/s1600/100_2801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlNgM1-qZH2WYamBxiu4MTub2_Y1aFitf2IroomtfgBxyvJCbmSe17H0FBv1jcXB-zwxN4a29xkULN1EbrkMZUChmyGIqBcVqWGE5IQfXyUzm-6YBoq4sgMUSuUpR_4KDGER3fBI4QMU/s400/100_2801.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Funny thing happened this weekend.................................................</div><div style="text-align: left;">We were back in KC and it was a full weekend with lots of running kids here and there. We had birthday breakfast for all the families October and November birthdays. We worked in my mother-in-laws yard and basement getting things cleaned up for winter. We went to a bonfire at a friends house and ate smores. We got haircuts and had a surprise birthday party for E with some of his friends. (I will post birthday stuff when I have time to download my pictures!) We walked through my sister-in-laws AMAZING remodel .</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was exhausted by the end of the weekend and just found myself wanting to go home. See the significance? It took me a minute :) I thought of Manhattan as home for the first time. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-57103656827274931752010-10-08T15:24:00.000-05:002010-10-08T15:24:42.182-05:00Inside Pictures So after much drama, here are the pictures of the inside of the new house. Okay, so not much drama, just procrastination :) There is much to be done to give it the look that I would like. But don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with the house as it stands. Its mostly an issue of taste, what I would like in terms of colors and finishes etc. <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCu4TKErXtNWVvxv2Z_xdoSKqmNbwb4ImqY2w5Mgdx41Wfaq3s8CyvrUlQFUma-2WC63yX2ItS0ANtxfWkSJ5PT3uFWlTZHm_9NSHtPaoqMViUkdhzwPC5ggzJwEu_5XvHWgCCBu2CQ0/s1600/After+wedding+shots0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCu4TKErXtNWVvxv2Z_xdoSKqmNbwb4ImqY2w5Mgdx41Wfaq3s8CyvrUlQFUma-2WC63yX2ItS0ANtxfWkSJ5PT3uFWlTZHm_9NSHtPaoqMViUkdhzwPC5ggzJwEu_5XvHWgCCBu2CQ0/s320/After+wedding+shots0002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The chalkboard on the right wall was originally at K-State. When they remodeled the classrooms the former owner got one that they were discarding. Apparently it is attached to the wall so that even Popeye can't get it off. It weighs over 400 lbs. Good thing is that we are planning to remove that wall. It divides the kitchen area and the family room. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gTKjjQjiHpdkGf_LUQqk49qFF3OYTuMeSX_ZlIXw4uRE3wuc1AvY7tztVjzzqHhFS7IdCs8sCJ2L0EVSZz9giP7f-0cidOtdynbebEo20GvHxoXPA9Gcy2XoZeIt_JL8gIXf4bR6ARo/s1600/After+wedding+shots0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gTKjjQjiHpdkGf_LUQqk49qFF3OYTuMeSX_ZlIXw4uRE3wuc1AvY7tztVjzzqHhFS7IdCs8sCJ2L0EVSZz9giP7f-0cidOtdynbebEo20GvHxoXPA9Gcy2XoZeIt_JL8gIXf4bR6ARo/s320/After+wedding+shots0001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the family room. The front door is at the front right of this picture. I don't like the way we have it arranged but I don't know how else to do it. That darned wood burning stove is in the most awkward place possible. The wall behind the T.V. is the one I would like to remove.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_emWojVOB2lcev2L6uVvM7TF6R-WhGI6iYha3YhGdvzzSmvuhHqJlkHTPHr8lzrnTfUPq3pERlRZ2j3VvD5c_IMauMLeNPKLI0IkPb9qz9v9fghcGsZUn5o7hT-dfP0sI7dfJ_AH-D0/s1600/After+wedding+shots0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_emWojVOB2lcev2L6uVvM7TF6R-WhGI6iYha3YhGdvzzSmvuhHqJlkHTPHr8lzrnTfUPq3pERlRZ2j3VvD5c_IMauMLeNPKLI0IkPb9qz9v9fghcGsZUn5o7hT-dfP0sI7dfJ_AH-D0/s320/After+wedding+shots0003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Like my Rubbermaid blue counter tops? I bought counter top paint, I just haven't gotten it done yet. I'm thinking about painting the cabinets red. Or red on top and black on the bottom. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDFSa7X_0EWdG1D-E932N9Eg4vO3t0xjNvRhDz5vpIa4LmB0kbsrnNx2BHGU4QqRmzZQ9OF7AgjuuhSWTkMarWKPj2VgPfzwy2tflisoDT21HX_UgGRvGZBGA3KeITflaadjvsOl54HM/s1600/After+wedding+shots0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDFSa7X_0EWdG1D-E932N9Eg4vO3t0xjNvRhDz5vpIa4LmB0kbsrnNx2BHGU4QqRmzZQ9OF7AgjuuhSWTkMarWKPj2VgPfzwy2tflisoDT21HX_UgGRvGZBGA3KeITflaadjvsOl54HM/s320/After+wedding+shots0004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Study. Imagine the baby grand where the china cabinet is. It is still in storage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGP4ooF_v76YHLxyJHR6U83U5P5WOs2icmzmMZ7fbPIK5BTkVaYb8b6FMuHtXkj9mpdaIFy2xyvCK3aEHFn_3202oQFM_t6I6E4e6ULh5SQHCbGjbmybjnSNsuEQHIUK7Kx6ES8Ud00o/s1600/After+wedding+shots0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGP4ooF_v76YHLxyJHR6U83U5P5WOs2icmzmMZ7fbPIK5BTkVaYb8b6FMuHtXkj9mpdaIFy2xyvCK3aEHFn_3202oQFM_t6I6E4e6ULh5SQHCbGjbmybjnSNsuEQHIUK7Kx6ES8Ud00o/s320/After+wedding+shots0005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Master Bedroom(ish) There are two bedrooms on the first floor, but no master bath associated with either one. So we gave Caleb the one next to the bathroom so he gets the noise :) and we took the slightly smaller one. Eventually we will combine the two and make a master suite.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-SaWu-h72HJRt17N3vl-yQonCw_NiQaIazJThG7ecomlxiUvhW8prei5v4tD9MUb-I0c8UuiD_f2erWuqa5fpOMJ7spFui7bl30fl_CvsMv3I3mNYXiR3chqo7CKREawa_SSREno5lI/s1600/After+wedding+shots0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-SaWu-h72HJRt17N3vl-yQonCw_NiQaIazJThG7ecomlxiUvhW8prei5v4tD9MUb-I0c8UuiD_f2erWuqa5fpOMJ7spFui7bl30fl_CvsMv3I3mNYXiR3chqo7CKREawa_SSREno5lI/s320/After+wedding+shots0006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look how clean it is. "Sigh" It never lasts long. But I promise it will be clean if you will to come see us!!</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-75206524878308507032010-10-02T17:13:00.000-05:002010-10-02T17:13:07.405-05:00October Already?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5MlB4ER4XOjm_cvtb3Q-C_OXaxXyyGIiruE5SHUcffiwgt-sQvK-WFKk3t-KiJgRwS4P_atenZR7oc_uKMM6aC83YlJgEfXwt3JTv8rfjSS_KtKdfqZ9jzcPgpsdJ46Zj6hhjJWJj04/s1600/manhattanfall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5MlB4ER4XOjm_cvtb3Q-C_OXaxXyyGIiruE5SHUcffiwgt-sQvK-WFKk3t-KiJgRwS4P_atenZR7oc_uKMM6aC83YlJgEfXwt3JTv8rfjSS_KtKdfqZ9jzcPgpsdJ46Zj6hhjJWJj04/s400/manhattanfall.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">That time went quick! Life seems to be speeding up lately, its already October and fall is finally here :) There is a frost warning for the area tonight which will hopefully bring an end to the allergy season. My mums are blooming along the front porch; I actually wore a sweatshirt most of the day; and the kids are busy. Fall is in high gear! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On the home front, Em is participating in the musical at school. They are doing Willy Wonka and after watching practice for a few minutes Thursday night I know it is going to be really good. E isn't playing football for the first fall since Kindergarten and while it was a rough go for Randy in the beginning we have really enjoyed the extra time with no practice and no weekend games. I am working what started to be a part time job in real estate and is now somewhere between 20 and 30 hours a week. Life just keeps rolling along. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On the house front I have tackled and mostly completed the downstairs bathroom/laundry. It was a simple fix up though, just painting and replacing the mirror and light fixtures. I hung some artwork, bought a cabinet and set out the fancy soaps(HA! like I own fancy soap) My heart just really isn't in it right now. I'm so wishy washy about making decisions. It took three practice colors just to get the one I wanted for the bathroom. Normally I'm better at just finding what I want and diving in. You notice there are no interior pictures? That's because I haven't made myself just do it! I promise that will happen this week. The picture taking anyway. At this rate I might get them posted by Christmas:)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We have narrowed down our Internet options. At this point I am hoping to be up and running by Christmas!</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-17292190328253845782010-08-22T14:57:00.000-05:002010-08-22T14:57:25.771-05:00Whiny MeOne of the best gages I have of time completely getting away from me is when I pull up this page while I am at the library, to check out all the blogs I follow to see if there is anything new and interesting happening in the lives of those blogs I follow only to nice it's been almost a month since I posted!! And though I really hate to whine, I STILL DON'T HAVE INTERNET AT HOME!!!!!!<br />
I know there are worse things to deal with, and to bring it up again is so whiny, but I can't help myself. Don't you feel sorry for me?<br />
HA! <br />
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So really things are good. I don't have any camp pictures to post because I'm too busy working on the team and family pictures I've been paid to work on and I am woefully behind on those.<br />
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I promise good updates and fun pictures this week. Em and Ethan go back to school. Caleb hits Chemistry HARD :/ and I have a list of home improvements a mile long. Maybe when we get the Internet thing figured out I will post EVERYDAY like some of my super organized friends.Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-28489935020722804842010-07-28T11:26:00.000-05:002010-07-28T11:26:21.984-05:00Time is Flyin'!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgui83ObYYU1IclHxYOURKnifdJQsy1bkaLndlT0KbDH0IxpFx0WucNH2zq7mqhnBB1k4Mets607b5QZohVVWNTj2MNRBF7yJGaHQYt1Z2IxaqQLeSCHm74DuKMm96FbuWwuH6StiyeNVU/s1600/konza1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgui83ObYYU1IclHxYOURKnifdJQsy1bkaLndlT0KbDH0IxpFx0WucNH2zq7mqhnBB1k4Mets607b5QZohVVWNTj2MNRBF7yJGaHQYt1Z2IxaqQLeSCHm74DuKMm96FbuWwuH6StiyeNVU/s400/konza1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Sadly I don't have time to upload one of my own pictures of home. This IS where we live, it's just greener these days :)<br />
One of the reasons I don't have pictures of my own to upload is that we have yet to figure out how to get Internet at home. Everything I do online has to be done at the public library. Taking the time at home to load everything to a thumb drive then down load onto the computer at the library is more organization than this little brain can handle! <br />
This is just one of the fun "get to know your new home" quirks we are experiencing. Another is that our cell phones don't work in the house. I set my phone by the front door and it if rings I run to the front porch to answer. If I'm lucky, by the time the other person responds I am in the front yard where the signal is strong enough for a conversation! It's all fine now, even though it's a bit hot. When winter comes I might need a new plan. Needless to say.....we now have a land line again!<br />
We have things mostly put away. No decorating has occurred, but I'm thinking I have some time for that. <br />
We had our first friends from out of town in to see our home and hang out with us for the day. It was so nice to see them! The fact that they are Jayhawks at heart should really shame some of our Wildcat friends into getting here! They even SAID they enjoyed touring Manhattan!!<br />
Anyway, time is short, I just wanted to say "HEY!" and let you know we are still here!Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707423859529244261.post-643886826105303252010-07-20T12:31:00.000-05:002010-07-20T12:31:16.490-05:00New House<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYy2l9GRmjY46m1WuJJm_LlFl9xGHiprt_3ZjnVdSCSojjU_2wVNwx3Jclk-KEcv5imIkMExIyWy4oZ8hS05DQ6KLOnwKu9_Dyf_xD0dDMWecKyyP_yfgyPrR2CkoDhyphenhyphenYthl1bklxMbE8/s1600/After+wedding+shots0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYy2l9GRmjY46m1WuJJm_LlFl9xGHiprt_3ZjnVdSCSojjU_2wVNwx3Jclk-KEcv5imIkMExIyWy4oZ8hS05DQ6KLOnwKu9_Dyf_xD0dDMWecKyyP_yfgyPrR2CkoDhyphenhyphenYthl1bklxMbE8/s400/After+wedding+shots0003.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I just have to say its nice to slow down. By slow down I mean not be scrambling to pack or unpack something which seems to have been the story of my life for the past year! While things aren't perfect at the new Bartel homestead, the beauty of it all is that they don't have to be! I did get most things put away and the house set up as we would like. I don't have pictures on the wall or things painted. To be completely honest I really don't even care at this moment :) I've even read for FUN this week! </div>Of course nothing really ever completely slows down. The kids are getting ready to enroll in schools and I do have a list of things I need to do. I can't avoid everything...................<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm putting up some pictures here of the new place just for fun. Of course before we even officially bought the house Randy had the master plan finished. Additions, barn, even swimming pool (think 20 year plans). He is awesome! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hGE8TYS1ksQqcQxXlw0yY8sx3yt96xJdMH5zvAjACykeboSKyDb-D2yMrGmnWlK3nciIpPiQu7d_v7qtM-ZviD6AFi6Q9EKoSTHoFDfilwpUJtvh0IFKGJETlB0_98HZdxFFq57xf9k/s1600/After+wedding+shots0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hGE8TYS1ksQqcQxXlw0yY8sx3yt96xJdMH5zvAjACykeboSKyDb-D2yMrGmnWlK3nciIpPiQu7d_v7qtM-ZviD6AFi6Q9EKoSTHoFDfilwpUJtvh0IFKGJETlB0_98HZdxFFq57xf9k/s320/After+wedding+shots0004.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the backyard. The small triangle raised bed is strawberries. We got here too late to eat them this year. Next year:)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf76fZMDtQJ0ZQGwoMNnYaN_ZS-T-yGqYup7z5l2PQuZx5JPUKe8zPXdPf4rJObwJLPCV9VU7I9F1-cq6Wb_mrKcw3mZ_9BxByqRnhuAAcGPhqL1npjfzZI2eC6J_xo74f37cqL6sNxtU/s1600/After+wedding+shots0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf76fZMDtQJ0ZQGwoMNnYaN_ZS-T-yGqYup7z5l2PQuZx5JPUKe8zPXdPf4rJObwJLPCV9VU7I9F1-cq6Wb_mrKcw3mZ_9BxByqRnhuAAcGPhqL1npjfzZI2eC6J_xo74f37cqL6sNxtU/s400/After+wedding+shots0005.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the back of the house. The garage is semi-detached. There is a breezeway between it and the house that the dogs have commandeered for the time being. I'm not sure where they will end up permanently. But this works for now. There is a game room over the garage. It has a window air conditioner that has done its very best to keep up with the heat of this last week or so.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycHeMJ9UX0rDNju2QE7KLq2hXSdG6hw59tZue87W5sEGrnM6grsAcPCx50vHRsExlH9B3-jtFb7pHIuLGGrHqLWfZ-Ev6-bxAm0pIxg1sz66mWMkmJXJNxCnVkBbr8tYSaJJqodKCS-A/s1600/After+wedding+shots0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycHeMJ9UX0rDNju2QE7KLq2hXSdG6hw59tZue87W5sEGrnM6grsAcPCx50vHRsExlH9B3-jtFb7pHIuLGGrHqLWfZ-Ev6-bxAm0pIxg1sz66mWMkmJXJNxCnVkBbr8tYSaJJqodKCS-A/s320/After+wedding+shots0002.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This is where my super fantastic garden is going to go. I have a master plan for that too so you can see how much alike my husband and I happen to be:) I'm going to try to get it fenced this fall and raised beds put in so it will be ready to go next spring. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6y0iU107B7dEWBLKiNDG8-ul6dsl_EeXgSTDL0ewyVdpOTKnMfhMjxbU-A8ScfkeUqLtCn3SRN68CGqGY5Kbu6YNXAzjuWUaqKvgM0EhPJQGe9rYBxXdV39oqgJTHWkyMba7CBuIHvBo/s1600/After+wedding+shots0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6y0iU107B7dEWBLKiNDG8-ul6dsl_EeXgSTDL0ewyVdpOTKnMfhMjxbU-A8ScfkeUqLtCn3SRN68CGqGY5Kbu6YNXAzjuWUaqKvgM0EhPJQGe9rYBxXdV39oqgJTHWkyMba7CBuIHvBo/s400/After+wedding+shots0001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This is one of my favorite spots. It is nice and quiet out here most mornings, and not too hot if you go out early enough. When the garden goes in it will be to the top right of this picture. Then my view will be even better!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">God has been so good to us. I feel blessed everyday to see things going back to some sense of "normal" whatever that is! I know I've learned a lot this year. I'm pretty sure the whole family has. I remember late last year comparing the stress of what we have been going through to a dark tunnel. With only enough light to see your own feet on the path and only enough strength to think about taking one step at a time. It does make me think about Psalms 119:105 "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path." God has been there every step of this walk. I know it has given new meaning to "Feet to my Faith" . There are lessons yet to be learned from this, it's just going to take some more processing. I'm sure there will be many conversations between us about them yet!</div>Diannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17611983770073145326noreply@blogger.com1