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Tomorrow

The big day is tomorrow. My wedding. The day I’ve dreamed and prayed about for months. The day we will official be a pair- legally bound together and all.

I can’t believe it’s finally here. Where does the time go? I mean, really- our eleven month engagement seemed to drag by, but then it was suddenly flying and I could barely catch my breath.

Everything is ready. Dresses are steamed. My grandmother made a beautiful cake. The reception area is decorated perfect. The church is clean. Gifts have been given out. Everyone knows the plan (I hope).

Tomorrow probably won’t go exactly the way I think, but I know that it will be an amazing day that I will remember for the rest of my life.

I will post pictures as soon as possible. There will be a ton, but I’ll get them all up here at some point. Say a little prayer for me, friends.

Enjoy these pictures from the last several days:

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My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Well, I haven’t drowned in my own snot yet. It’s all about the small victories around here, folks.

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But I did go to the doctor where I found out I have a respiratory infection and double ear infections.

(Yes, I promise. I am an adult, but I seem to get ear infections all. the. time.)

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Anyway, I got a shot in the backside and sent home with some antibiotics. I should live.

But I started feeling bad for myself. I mean, I’ve got about a million things going on this week and it really isn’t convenient to be sick.

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And then I went to the grocery store and that always puts me in a bad mood. I love to cook, but absolutely hate picking things up at the store. It’s just no fun.

And then I looked at my schedule for the week and fainted. Well, maybe not fainted, but it definitely sent me into a tizzy. I’ve got two tests on Thursday, a photo shoot on Friday, my first dress fitting (two hours away) and a birthday party on Saturday, and another test on Sunday. I’m sleepy thinking about it.

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Oh, I’m always sleepy nowdays. I’m pretty much used to that.

Corn harvest is in full swing and things are about to get even crazier around here. Colby is working late tonight and probably tomorrow night and the night after that…

But really, it’s all about perceptive. If I choose to play the woe-is-me game, I will be unhappy. Instead, I’m going to play the I’m-really-blessed-and-super lucky game. Because you know what, I am. Truly.

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Life is good today. I’m not really that sick. I’m not dying. Today, when I went to the grocery store, I had plenty of money to buy groceries. I have the opportunity to go to a great college and better myself. I am very blessed.

And so are you.

These pictures may seem random, but really there is a connection. They all make me smile.

What makes you smile today?

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Words of Wisdom… part II

I’m sick. Sometime last night, the contents of my nasal cavity decided to move into my throat. Needless to say, I’m uncomfortable. And then there is a huge pile of homework, a ton of pictures to edit, and I’m so tired. (And cranky.)

To celebrate, I’m going to do a words of wisdom post. Because I like quotes. And I like wisdom.

The world could always use a little more wisdom, right?

Advice

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(The above picture is 95/365, by the way.)

“In giving advice seek to help, not to please, your friend.” ~Solon

Smiles

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“A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks.” ~Charles Gordy

Childhood

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“Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons.” ~Author Unknown

Beauty

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“That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful.” ~Ninon de L’Enclos

Football

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“The reason women don’t play football is because eleven of them would never wear the same outfit in public.” ~Phyllis Diller

Food

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The belly rules the mind. ~Spanish Proverb

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. We are headed to the mountains tomorrow for a quick little getaway.

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You’re beautiful girl

I think women (and girls too) are a little too hard on themselves.

“My hair looks bad.”
“Gosh. Why is my make-up smeared?!”
“Where did that zit come from? Ugh.”
“I look so fat!”

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Really, though- you don’t. We are our own worst critics.

I can look at a picture of a friend and see her beauty shining through. Her wonderful laugh lines. Her true smile, reminding me of her sweet personality. The body of a real women… not some photo-shopped, food deprived model.

And that’s the kind of picture I want to frame… The picture of a real women.

Taylor here is a true beauty- both inside and out. She’s one of the best softball pitchers in the state, she’s a cheerleader, she plays basketball, and she’s crazy active in her church youth group. And get this- she’s ridiculously funny and has the greatest laugh.

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(Did I mention that she’s my future cousin-in-law? I’m marrying into some great genes!)

Today, I want to pass on one message on this little blog. I want you to know that I think you’re beautiful… each and every one of you.

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Yes, that means you. And you too. And especially you Mrs. Lumberjack- you Barbie Pirate.

Yes, even you Steve. But you might be a little more handsome then anything.

Thank you all for coming to my blog. Thank you for being such great imaginary friends. I’m so glad I have you in my life.

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(And please don’t be offended if I didn’t link to you. I just quickly thought of the imaginary friends who’ve been coming to my blog for the longest. You’re all beautiful.)

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Now lets all go out into the real world and be proud of ourselves. Proud of our imperfections, proud of our personalities, proud of our lives.

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I’ll never forget

I was in the seventh grade, only twelve years old. It was a time of silliness, of crushes, of girl drama, of complaining about how hard basketball practice had been. I thought people were generally nice to each. I didn’t know the true essence of evil. I didn’t realize that modern history could be change in an instant.

And that all changed in one day.

It was first hour and I was busy giggling with my friends in art class. The teacher came rushing into the room, “Kids, I think there has been an accident at the World Trade Center.” She didn’t think it was a big deal, but left the room to watch the news on the library anyway.

I didn’t even know what the World Trade Center was really. I was a skinny twelve-year-old girl from Oklahoma. I didn’t regularly watch the news and had never been anywhere near New York City.

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She came back rather quickly. “You need to all come into the library and watch this with me. I think something big is happening.” I think she knew history was being made. We gathered around the television, all fifty-something junior high and high school students. (I’ve told you guys before, I graduated from a very small school.)

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sight of the second airplane slamming into that building. Immediately, tears came to my eyes as I comprehended what was happening. People were dying, by the hundreds, right before my eyes.

Luckily, my mom taught English at my school, so she was there the entire time, answering my questions. “How many people are in those building?” “Who would do this?” “Are we in danger?” “Will there be more attacks?”

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I was so scared, afraid that our country was going to be invaded, afraid that the war was coming, just afraid…

My mom started crying. One boy started searching for a Bible. People started leaping out of the burning buildings.

I’ll never forget the leaping.

The minutes passed slowly. And then we watched as first one tower fell and then the other. I remember bawling right there in the library of my school, in front of my classmates without any shame.

And then we gathered in a circle, holding hands and begin to pray. We prayed for those in the buildings, for President Bush, for the families, for our country, for peace. We just kept praying.

I didn’t know one person who was in NYC that day, but I still lost something that September morning. I lost my innocence.

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Please remember those 2,977 victims today. Please remember those brave firefighters and policemen who gave it all that morning. Please kept their families in your prayers.

Please God, don’t let anything like that every happen to my country again.

I will never forget.

Where were you on that September morning?

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A Day in the Life (Part I)

Note that this could also be titled “The Day From Hell,” but I’m trying to be optimistic.

5:30 AM- My alarm wakes me up. I am completely stunned since I’ve only used my alarm once since May. Wonder who decided that mornings should exist. Oh wait, that was God. Maybe he knew what he was doing.

Rush around getting dressed, slapping on some make-up, and brushing my hair.

6:05 AM- Wake Justice up and take him outside…

6:10 AM- Take my backpack to my pickup. Kiss Colby goodbye and realize I forgot my earrings. Rush back into the house.

6:15 AM- Pull out of the driveway.

6:21- Hear this Shania Twain song.

Wonder if I’m totally losing it or if she sounds A LOT like Madonna. Anyone else think so?

6:29 AM- Consider turning around and going home. I could un-enroll from all my classes in about five minutes. Decide that probably isn’t the best plan I’ve ever had.

6:49 AM- Hear this song on the radio:

“Goodbye Earl” brings up a series of unrelated thoughts? 1.) How did the Dixie Chicks feel when they watched their CDs being ran over by the hundreds. Where they okay with that because they had already been paid? 2.) Why did my parents let me listen to that song?!? It’s a little bizarre. I was eleven when it came out and I wouldn’t let my eleven year old now listen to that song… (If I had one, obviously.)

7:30 AM- Pull into McDonald’s and order a Carmel frappe. (Yes, this McDonald’s is over an hour from my home… And it was the nearest one. I swear, I really do live in the middle of nowhere.)

7:54 AM- Decided that I love Sirius radio and would never make it to school without it.

8:33 AM- Pull into my university. Realize that sometime over the summer the parking went insane. Why can’t I find a spot?!

8:45 AM- Finally find a spot… that barely is big enough for my extended cab pickup. I’m in West Texas. Everyone drives pick-ups! Begin the cross-country hike to my first class.

8:53 AM- Arrive at my first class, panting. Realize that I should have worked out a little more over the summer.

9:01 AM- My Intro to Political Science class begins. I giggled inside, because it’s my last semester as a Political Science major and I will be taking an intro class.

10:17 AM- Head to my next class which happens to be in a different building.

10:27 AM- While visiting the little girls room, I realize that I left my camera bag (which is carrying my $3000 camera, my credit cards, debit card, my pick-up keys and everything else important to my financial success) in my last class. Totally freak out.

10:31 AM- About start crying when I find my bag sitting exactly where it should be.

10:34 AM- Enter my second class Statistics late. I am never late. And I’ve already taken this class once before… but I transferred so they are making me take it again. Darn you academic meanies.

11:45 AM- Finish class and call my little sister, Ashley, for lunch. Decide that it is totally insane for her to be at the same school as me… but I like it.

1:00 PM- Scramble to my next class The American Presidency. Listen to yet another full class of lecture.

3:00 PM- Earth Science Lab… Really you don’t want any more details than that… \

3:42 PM- Finish lab early. For the first time all day, I actually have a few minutes to unwind…

…to be continued.

I still have lots of day left.

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Just Snapshots

Lately, I have found myself not picking up my camera as much for the little things. In my head, I sometimes thing, “This is nothing but I snapshot.”

And you know what? That may be true. But snapshots are just as important as perfectly planned portraits.

Actually, they may be more important because they capture an important memory that might be lost.

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This picture of Sam is nothing amazing… but it will forever remind me of this stage. He isn’t quite ready to crawl, but he’s getting there. His hair is still not existent and his little thighs are so scrupulous. Next month, he will different and I want to remember him as he is today…

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Jamey at eight is shy of my camera. I have to bribe her for short session and she often ducks her head, hiding from my camera.

But on her birthday she glowed. The bags of presents sitting on the coffee table had tortured her for much too long. She was so excited to see inside.

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I want to remember the joy she expressed after opening a vintage Pokemon game. This summer, she developed a love for the game… much like the one that Clay and I shared in 1999. It’s quite endearing. And totally nerdy.

This may just be a snapshot, but it truly captures Jamey’s summer.

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I want to remember her eight birthday cake and the way she smiled as we sang to her. This day will only happen once… Why not capture the good parts while I can?

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And I don’t want to forget the love. The way Sammy snuggled into his Great-Grandpa for a bit before reaching for a pile of frosting. The way we giggled together. The way Colby held my hand during dinner. The way Jamey jumped around for hours, obviously excited.

They may just be snapshots… but they are also treasured memories.

PhotoStory Friday
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