tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38052515502605845932024-03-14T01:12:30.134-07:00Living the Examined Lifeabergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-34836911645951833352013-02-20T12:51:00.000-08:002013-02-21T08:15:39.033-08:00Big E - 10 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My baby turned 10 months. Ahhhh! Where is the time going? Holy Moly. I bet you parents are rolling your eyes at me thinking, "No DUH, woman!"<br />
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He is such a joy. I can't wait to hug him every morning...even if it's 5:30 a.m. and he woke up twice in the middle of the night. He continues to resemble me in looks; however, more and more of Bergstrom are coming through in looks and personality.<br />
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At 10 months Elliott:<br />
- Has 7 teeth, soon to be 8<br />
- Loves his Cheerios in the morning<br />
- Wants to climb over everything<br />
- Plays a mean Peek-A-Boo <br />
- Crawls quick as lightning<br />
- Is fascinated with whistles, remotes, doors and Baby Einstein puppets on TV<br />
- No words or signs yet<br />
- Has only slept through the night twice within the last month. (<i>insert sad face</i>) <br />
- Waves 'Good-Bye' and gives occasional high fives. <br />
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Two months away from the big O-N-E!</div>
abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-34779533516022845582013-02-19T18:41:00.000-08:002013-02-19T18:41:06.507-08:00Belated Birthday Present/New Year's GiftWell, hello February 19th! When did you get here? I feel like quoting Frank from <i><u>Father of the Bride</u></i>, "<b><i>Uh oh! HELLo</i></b>!!"<br />
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I'm usually pretty good about doing January blogs since January is, sort of, our month: Anniversary, Bergstrom's birthday, my birthday...but let me tell you, there was NO WAY I was going to have the time to blog. Too much going on. Which leads me to talk about my new year's resolution. Actually, let's not call it a resolution, but rather my 2013 creed: <i>Grace</i>. I'd like to focus on giving and receiving grace for myself and for others I encounter. Grace towards myself when the house, my outfit, the car, whatever, isn't 100% perfect. Grace towards Bergstrom when he parents Elliott different than me. Grace towards family and friends when they need it. Grace for everyone. I just want to pour out grace. I'm exhausted with the way we have placed it upon ourselves to be the best at everything. Who can keep up?<br />
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(<i>deep sigh</i>) So, I say, yea, to 2013! And as a belated birthday gift/new year's present I would like to present to you, my beloved reader, a gift that will last a lifetime, kind of, sort of: a recipe. This recipe came from a cookbook and I have since tweaked it to taste. It is our "go-to" side dish when we aren't trying to be healthy. I have stopped measuring, so please forgive my estimates on ingredients. These potatoes will rock your world. Trust me, you'll thank me later!<br />
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- Small, red potatoes (roughly 1 - 1 1/2 per person; I buy three for the two of us)</div>
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- Grated parmesan cheese (don't measure, so let's say, a cup)</div>
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- Preheat oven to 400.</div>
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- Melt butter (I'm lazy, so I melt it in the casserole dish in the microwave to not dirty a bowl)</div>
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- Dump and coat cut potatoes that are bite-sized into dish with butter</div>
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- Dump and coat potatoes with parmesan cheese</div>
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- Bake for 45 in oven.<br />
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abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-32355310622246754912012-11-27T18:24:00.001-08:002013-02-19T18:43:01.120-08:00Happy ThanksWe have so much to be thankful for! I'm truly blessed. Truly! My hope and prayer is that I continue to be thankful each and every day, as corny as it sounds. I'm not sure if this statistic is correct but a co-worker said that he read if you make over $40,000 a year, you are in the top 1% of wealthiest people in the world. Isn't that amazing?<br />
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One specific thing we're thankful for this past year is the reuniting of Jason with his estranged father and, not only that, but the marriage of his father to his mother. After over 25 years of being divorced, they were married for a second time on November 26, 2011. It was an amazing wedding. Jason and his brother, Josh, walked their mom down the aisle and my sister-in-law and I were bridesmaids. (Not to mention, we were both pregnant at the time.)<br />
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So, it's been a year and to commemorate the first anniversary my awesome brother-in-law made this video.<br />
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Wasn't that such a great video? Would you believe 1)he self-taught himself videography, 2)he never once got an actual shot of the wedding but you swear you were right there, 3)he was IN the wedding and still got so many shots despite all he had to do. Yeah, we pretty much hate him for giving them such an awesome anniversary gift. We just got them a card. (sigh) Major fail! Just Kidding.<br />
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Happy Anniversary, Sam and Belinda! Love you!<br />
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P.S. Josh, we seriously hate you!abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-29495842750432205112012-11-19T17:59:00.000-08:002013-02-21T08:17:17.581-08:00Big E - 7 monthsThe little man is 7 months today. SEVEN! And as is monthly tradition, Bergstrom and I take a photo of him wearing a onesie and "monthly" sticker which I got on Etsy. We lay him on his prayer quilt which was made by my good friend's mother for E's baby shower. I absolutely love it. It has prayers and well wishes on it from family, friends and dear ones. This little 7 month old is loved, loved, LOVED!<br />
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At 7 months, Big E can:<br />
- Sit up unassisted<br />
- Sucessfully grab and reach for anything and everything<br />
- Eat solids (Pears and carrots are top favorites)<br />
- Put his pacifier in his mouth on his own<br />
- Sit and be happy for 45 minutes during our commute (Big Accomplishment Here!)<br />
- Grow two huge bottom teeth<br />
- Sit in the big tub<br />
- Do raspberries just to hear the sound and see spit fly (Not too excited about this one.)<br />
- "Crawl" in the sense of moving and pushing backwards and get on all fours for a half a second<br />
- Wear 9 month clothing<br />
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And because I missed a WHOLE bunch of months on the blog, here's a collage of his past 6 pictures!<br />
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abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-10893818240507547872012-11-12T19:05:00.000-08:002012-11-12T19:05:09.066-08:00The Acorn Attack of 2012We've been living in our house for almost a year and a half now. I love our little abode. I still get excited when we pull up into the driveway. And particularly during this season, it just makes owning a home that much more special and cozy. (Come on, folks...my favorite movie is <i>Wizard of Oz</i>. "There's No Place Like Home!") Bergstrom and I have pretty much figured out the small ins-and-outs of this house and with the minor help of family occasionally, have taken pretty good care of it, I must say. (Insert small pat on the back. But for the record, we still don't know half of what we're doing!)<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Acorns are everywhere. The past two nights we've listened to them fall on our house as if Santa and his reindeer had arrived early. What's even funnier, rather not so funny, is that they are so loud that they are being picked up in Elliott's monitor. My mommy ears are so sensitive I'm not only waking up because I hear them fall near our bedroom window, but I hear them over near E's room. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!</span></div>
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And, seriously, are we suppose to swipe/rake up all of them? Good Grief, Charlie Brown! We don't have the time or energy to do that. So, instead of mean, bad acorns that are attacking us with their presence, I've looked up on Etsy nice, beautiful acorns.<br />
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<img alt="Crochet Acorn Hat with Leaf - PDF Pattern - 4 sizes up to 12 months" height="133" src="http://img3.etsystatic.com/006/0/6949897/il_570xN.384259699_rs7s.jpg" width="200" /> <img alt="Giving Thanks -- Acorn Thanksgiving Place Cards -- Set of 14" height="213" src="http://img2.etsystatic.com/000/0/6055637/il_570xN.278783158.jpg" width="320" /><br />
from <i>MagicRabbitPatterns </i> from <i>PinwheelStudio</i><br />
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<img alt="Woodland Amber Acorn Autumn Necklace.Fall jewelry- botanical resin jewelry" height="200" src="http://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6041601/il_570xN.285356577.jpg" width="200" /> <img alt="Squirrel Acorn Love" height="320" src="http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/5460233/il_570xN.211129988.jpg" width="256" /><br />
from <i>Goodthings88 </i>from<i> Barnswallowpress</i><br />
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Good night from the acorn apocalypse. I hope to dream of a million squirrels ridding our yard of all the nuts. Actually, scratch that, that is one - scary - dream!</div>
<br />abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-7266286708449262002012-11-09T19:12:00.000-08:002012-11-10T18:51:23.732-08:00Here's a story........of a lovely lady...who was pregnant with a little, baby boy...<br />
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Ok, I'm not going to rewrite that song. It's getting late and I don't think I can be that clever right now. I decided I should blog about Elliott's birth. It's only altered my entire life and changed it upside down. Just a <i>little</i> worthy of a blog, wouldn't you say? So, here it goes.<br />
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My due date was April 10th but it looked like this little one was not budging. He kept getting bigger (as did I) and I just wasn't progressing at all with each doctor's visit. My plan was to go as far as I could without meds but with Elliott taking his time, I was scheduled for induction on April 18th because my doctor didn't feel comfortable with me going over 41 weeks. After a huge Olive Garden meal, Jason and I headed to the hospital at 9 pm on the 18th. Thus the waiting began with the fam...<br />
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By the morning, contractions were strong enough that I needed to call in the epidural. All day was spent monitoring my progress, but let me tell you, it was a slow process. Elliott just did not want to come. I got to 17 hours of labor/8 centimeters and the doctor said, "If he doesn't come in an hour, we're going to have to do a C-section." Now, this was not my favorite option but since everything was already not how I planned it, might-as-well. It was the best choice for Elliott at the time and that's what was most important. I will have to say my sweet nurse was wonderful and did try all her "tricks" to help my labor progress. She even had me push a little right before they wheeled me into the OR. Sweet, sweet lady.<br />
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Flash forward to 5:13 p.m., Elliott Ryder came into this world weighing 8lbs 3oz. He cried so loud when he came out, they said they heard him in the hall. His Apgar score was a 9. Jason and I cried our eyes out the moment we saw him. It was unbelievable! Next to walking down the aisle towards my love, seeing Elliott's face for the first time can pretty much take the cake for "Best Moments of My Life!" And in case you're wondering, Elliott is my brother's middle name and Ryder is Jason's brother's name.<br />
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Mom. Eek! I'm a Mommy!!abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-83040741459573536902012-10-16T13:09:00.000-07:002012-10-16T13:09:21.997-07:00I miss you, blog!!!I miss blogging. I really do.<br />
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I miss posting pictures and thinking that my thoughts/opinions are out there, in cyberspace, for the whole world to enjoy...or hate...either way. :)<br />
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Almost every day I read the blogs that I follow and a million ideas are born. "OH, I could blog about <em>that</em>..." "Elliott did <em>this</em>, I should blog..." "I'm going to blog to see who still looks at my blog."<br />
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<strong><u>DO</u></strong> people still look at my blog? I wouldn't be surprise if no one did. <br />
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But I guess I'm taking these five minutes to say to you, <strong>YOU</strong>, who are reading this right now that I appreciate you still having hope in me. Having hope that I'll write again. And I will. I promise. I have so much to share and so much to tell. I'm dying here!!<br />
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All I can say, beloved blog reader of mine, is thank you. Hang in there. I'm coming back. And as a peace offering, I leave with you my favorite picture of my muchkin and me. Enjoy!<br />
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abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-28210150556413868962012-03-01T14:17:00.001-08:002012-03-01T14:17:10.008-08:00Our Pregnancy StoryBefore this little guy graces us with his presence in about a month or so, I thought I'd share a little of our pregnancy. (And just a warning: it's not too glamorous or exciting, but it is his story and ours, and that makes it all the more special to us.)<br />
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We had discussed, prayed and planned to try to get pregnant for awhile. I'm too Type-A to have anything happen on the fly, so this was on the radar for a long time. Mr. Bergstrom and I just felt like the time was right too, we had purchased a house, I was going part-time at the theater and our sweet brother and sister-in-law had just told us they were expecting. To physically prep for pregnancy, I went on Weight Watchers and lost 15 pounds, as well as, started taking prenatal vitamins to get my body completely ready for a baby.<br />
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It was July 2011 and I decided that I wanted to wait at least 5 weeks before I took a pregnancy test, that way I could see if I got a period and feel like the test was more accurate, having waited longer than 4 weeks. I set a date and would count down with Bergstrom, "Two more days until I take the test, "Tomorrow morning I'm going to take it..." On the planned day, I woke up and immediately took the test. It was 6:30 in the morning, I'm looking like a zombie with bedhead and Bergstrom's in his underwear. (Sorry,babe) I took the test and walked out and told him, "It's positive." It was so immediate. He couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. We were pregnant. We hugged and began our day beaming from the inside out.<br />
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We decided to tell only a few close friends and our siblings right away. Bergstrom's parents were coming in town in a few weeks and we wanted to wait to tell them and my parents in person all together. It was incredibly hard to keep the secret. I remember two weeks before our 'big announcement' I had lunch with my mom. I was about 5 weeks and she looks at me across the table at Pei Wei and says, "You look so good, so beautiful today." "Uh, thanks, Mom. It's Weight Watchers." (BIG LIE! I had stopped Weight Watchers once I found out I was pregnant.)<br />
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So, fast forward to August 27th. We planned to go out to eat with both of our parents. Our hearts were pounding. B and I had talked about and planned what we were going to do, going to say and it was all up to him. I was going to let him spill the beans. It was torturous. We were there for at least 20 minutes before our food arrived and B offered to say a blessing over the food. I don't remember his exact words, but it went something like this, " Dear Lord, thank you for this food and for allowing us to have this time together with our parents. We ask a blessing on the food and ask that they will not scream too loudly when we tell them they're going to be grandparents come April." I'm pretty sure there was no "Amen," just a round of squeals and hugging and some tears. We produced the ultrasounds that I had just had done and everything is a bit of a blur from there. Luckily I snapped some pictures:<br />
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If I can back up a bit, I should say that this decision was not taken lightly. We obviously saved, planned and prayed about it for...well...since we got married. It has always been a dream of mine to own a home. Of course, my dreams were pretty big: River Oaks, 5 bedrooms, pool, etc. (Cue the laughter.) Yeah, pretty big. But my dreams were happily fulfilled with our little one-story, 3 bedrooms, 1500 sq ft house in Katy.<br />
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The process went so smoothly from loan approval, searching to closing. When we found it, it was on the second visit out house hunting. B saw the house on har.com and said it had only been on the market for a few days. We immediately contacted our relator and because we were so eager, she wasn't available to show us the house that weekend, so we went with her assistant. Our prayer was that if it was the right house, we'd know. Well, you can guess what happened...<br />
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Our house was in wonderful condition with a new roof and new a/c. And was only on the market a week before we put in an offer. Perfect size for a small family and in a location that was very family friendly. The price was right and we just had good vibes the moment we walked through the door. <br />
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<i>(The view from our front door, a middle school. Some people might not like it but we love seeing the guys practice football and the parents picking up their kids. So far, traffic is not a problem. They're in school before we even head out. Plus, it's comforting knowing the school police are always near.)</i><br />
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<i> (Our spacious backyard. Below the trees they had an amazing swingset for their two boys. We were hoping they would leave it since those things are hard to transport, but alas. A family friend is giving us his old grill, so I can wait to hang out back here and smell the burgers cookin'.)</i><br />
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<br />abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-62686854791281574972011-09-23T09:47:00.001-07:002011-09-23T10:54:46.683-07:00Don't Hate Me BlogworldI know, I know. Who am I and what am I doing here? Well, this IS my blog after all and I thought I'd dust off a <strike>few</strike> LOT of cobwebs that have been collecting here for the past few months. And trust me, I hear you all thinking, "Well, it's about time!" or "WHAT?!?! She's still alive?" All I can say is, I have some mighty good excuses which I promise to reveal in these next few posts.<br />
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EXCUSE #1 - We moved!!<br />
Yep, we moved out of our cute apartment to live the suburban life. We had lived in #43D for three and a half years and really loved it. The complex is made up of individually owned apartments, so a lot of older residents retire there, aka quite neighbors. The location within the complex was perfect for Mr. B and me because it was in the middle, next to a swimming pool. (Ironically though, we never ONCE swam in the pool.)<br />
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1. The frig door opened right against the wall. Now imagine, when I took this picture, my butt was up against the counter. Every time we opened the frig door, <strike>we</strike> I (<i>cus B is so skinny</i>) had to do the "shrinking woman/suck in gut" trick.<br />
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My dad looked at it to see if it was a reversable frig door, but, alas, it wasn't. For 3 1/2 years, we put up with maneuvering around our little two person kitchen. Heaven forbid we have people over because we had to practically do a sign in/sign out list of people who could be in the kitchen at one time.<br />
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On a happier note: I did like the red and white checkered wallpaper. A little retro. A little fun.<br />
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2. The next thing that I will not miss is the handle on our toilet.<br />
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We had to hold the handle on the toilet to make sure that it flushed, but then, make sure that it didn't stick and stay down. When this happened it would just run and run.<br />
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I felt a little bad for company because on a few embarrassing occasions, someone would come up to me and say, "I couldn't get the toilet to flush." I also had my supersonic ears on whenever someone came over, because inevitably, the handle for stick and the toilet would be running forever.<br />
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3. During the first two years, our thermostat would not stay on "automatic." It would either be "On" or "Off." That basically meant it was either a sauna or iceberg. In all honesty, we didn't care too much. We weren't flipping the electric bill, but it did cause some uncomfortable nights of either being too hot or too cold.<br />
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I will say, when new management took over, they did replace the thermostat which solved all problems. (sigh) I will miss not paying electricity though.<br />
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Just a few things that I will and will not miss. Like I said, Jason and I had some awesome times in the apartment and I'm sure, like most couples, the first place you live together will always be special and memorable.<br />
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So, where did we move to you ask? Well....WE BOUGHT A HOUSE! (cheers and firecrackers) We love our little home and pictures and a tour are coming soon. In the meantime here is a little sneak peak:<br />
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Nice to see you again blogworld!abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-45884825718662243362011-03-29T11:54:00.001-07:002011-03-29T12:15:30.456-07:00To clarifyAfter reading my blog, my beloved thought I should clarify and stop any potential rumors of my being pregnant. Nope, sorry, not with child.<br /><br />What I would like to share is that this Thursday, we are meeting with a loan officer/broker on beginning the process of buying a house. (Wow, so weird to actually write that.) I guess it wouldn't be "beginning the process" since we've already been pre-qualified and such. On Thursday we're going to finally meet with them, face to face, and go over the condition of the loan.<br /><br />It's very scary and very exciting. I've dreamed of a place of my own for a long time, probably ever since I first saw that little cottage and the illustrations in the book <span style="font-style: italic;">Amy the Dancing Bear </span>by Carly Simon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1K2CzujqYxtlFY_2YNgiG5wuyKI-7ulIGSNlqU10h-5DJtv6H-nSt7fuHCp3cEc4YF1nqaFAm8AK3-PudK3_qpbgy_pKSslRQ_5_wIbR778lqfFt6mo3A_9LVPkIvdYjE0mmFqgW7u24/s1600/Amy+the+Dancing+Bear.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1K2CzujqYxtlFY_2YNgiG5wuyKI-7ulIGSNlqU10h-5DJtv6H-nSt7fuHCp3cEc4YF1nqaFAm8AK3-PudK3_qpbgy_pKSslRQ_5_wIbR778lqfFt6mo3A_9LVPkIvdYjE0mmFqgW7u24/s320/Amy+the+Dancing+Bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589579667394207490" border="0" /></a>The illustrations are fabulous in this book that I hardly ever read the book. The basic story is that Amy doesn't want to go to bed. She wants to stay up and dance. She convinces her mother to let her stay up with different excuses, "<span style="font-style: italic;">the moon is just at the right spot in the sky</span>," or "<span style="font-style: italic;">the fireflies are glowing outside my window</span>." Reluctantly, her mother agrees each time by saying, "<span style="font-style: italic;">When I get finished with the dishes</span>..." or "<span style="font-style: italic;">By the time I'm done with my bath</span>...."<br /><br />Because they are bears, their cottage is very log cabin-esque. Hanging vines and flowers are in each room and comfort and romance ooze through this book. LOVE IT!<br /><br />I can't wait to have my own romantic, cozy cottage. And someday, I too will have my own little "Amy bear" to dance with...abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-88931862946562592011-03-22T11:51:00.000-07:002011-03-22T11:58:39.501-07:00Could be. Who knows?Yep, I changed the look of my blog. It was time. Things are beginning to happen in my life, BIG CHANGES, and I wanted my blog to reflect that. (Don't worry. I'll announce those changes as they happen, but right now, nothing to report.) <br /><br />As I redesigned my blog, I was thinking of the <span style="font-style: italic;">West Side Story</span> song, 'Something's Coming.' It kind of explains how I feel right now:<br /><br /><span class="content">Could be!<br />Who knows?<br />There's something due any day;<br />I will know right away,<br />Soon as it shows.<br />It may come cannonballing down through the sky,<br />Gleam in its eye,<br />Bright as a rose!<br /><br />Who knows?<br />It's only just out of reach,<br />Down the block, on a beach,<br />Under a tree.<br />I got a feeling there's a miracle due,<br />Gonna come true,<br />Coming to me!<br /><br />Could it be? Yes, it could.<br />Something's coming, something good,<br />If I can wait!<br />Something's coming, I don't know what it is,<br />But it is <br />Gonna be great!<br /><br />With a click, with a shock,<br />Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,<br />Open the latch!<br />Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon;<br />Catch the moon,<br />One-handed catch!<br /><br />Around the corner,<br />Or whistling down the river,<br />Come on, deliver<br />To me!<br />Will it be? Yes, it will.<br />Maybe just by holding still,<br />It'll be there!<br /><br />Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy,<br />Meet a guy,<br />Pull up a chair!<br />The air is humming,<br />And something great is coming!<br />Who knows?<br />It's only just out of reach,<br />Down the block, on a beach,<br />Maybe tonight . . . </span>abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-20300008894501201082011-03-21T17:59:00.000-07:002011-03-21T17:59:21.480-07:00New Artist...at least to meWhen did I stop buying CDs? Somewhere between last week and 1999, I stopped. Every Christmas, I usually get the musical CD I ask for from my parents, but that's about it. When I was in high school, and a little into college, I had a tradition of purchasing the CD of the best "New Musical" Tony winner, however, stopped when <i>Avenue Q, Jersey Boys </i>and <i>Spring Awakening</i> made me pause and think before buying.<br />
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Well, as I was surfing one of my beloved blogs, <a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/">Nie Nie Dialogues</a> I discovered a new Indie Artist that I was immediately drawn too. Mindy Gledhill has that soft, easy-listening, yet deeply insightful vibe and I completely am digging her. So I bought her CD. YAY! NEW CD! The curse is broken! <br />
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Enjoy her newest video for "Whole Wide World" from her Album <i>Anchor</i>. The two girls running with her in the front are actually the daughters of Nie Nie and make some appearances in the video with their mom. So fun!<br />
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Please excuse me....I'm going to go get a bowl of strawberry shortcake ice cream and watch the video for the 100th time.....<br />
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Make sure the clothes fit properly and not too loosely.<br /><br />LOOK #3 - <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Minimalistic </span><span style="font-style: italic;">- of or pertaining to someone or something advocating smallness.</span><span style="font-style: italic;" id="hotword"><span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" ><br /><br /></span> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXpfyNVhLq7kZLwIK-cAs_tNc9imyE-R45e_n6fj0rOPcAidtx-YNQ2pqFJQNKG8jktLOOW0Zh8q98pzvYGN73Yh1rRUJEZERTGE2hyphenhyphen03w49HhjtxWpCmCI8FIOlRUvHTP9QZCEc_uJ-X/s1600/DSCF4258.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 566px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXpfyNVhLq7kZLwIK-cAs_tNc9imyE-R45e_n6fj0rOPcAidtx-YNQ2pqFJQNKG8jktLOOW0Zh8q98pzvYGN73Yh1rRUJEZERTGE2hyphenhyphen03w49HhjtxWpCmCI8FIOlRUvHTP9QZCEc_uJ-X/s400/DSCF4258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567090273332519410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoS4sGyHUBYiDhME6PF_oxG-GdnRU65Kw_a4v3dlo9oyKBYq20ziY-aCdltezRJuphZ-APNsRqcC3-HZacbzlYPHRI1KD-3N2e42PQ-1zLwgUKb-CPypormMLa4CKinSigJTlruqOf4rUu/s1600/DSCF4268.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoS4sGyHUBYiDhME6PF_oxG-GdnRU65Kw_a4v3dlo9oyKBYq20ziY-aCdltezRJuphZ-APNsRqcC3-HZacbzlYPHRI1KD-3N2e42PQ-1zLwgUKb-CPypormMLa4CKinSigJTlruqOf4rUu/s320/DSCF4268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567094750926281890" border="0" /></a><br />Turtleneck - <span style="font-style: italic;">Gap</span><br />Jeans - <span style="font-style: italic;">Forever21</span><br />Shoes - <span style="font-style: italic;">Steven Madden</span><br />Earrings - <span style="font-style: italic;">Mom</span><br /><br />Two things about the picture: 1) please pardon my cheesy version of a model and 2) I really look my mom in the 70's in this pic.abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-31567168302034706802011-01-27T07:14:00.001-08:002011-01-27T13:53:24.527-08:00Look #2 - AthleticBelieve it or not, in my occupation there are many moments where I need to dress for comfort. Today, or yesterday rather, was one of those days. In the morning, I had to be the company's mascot at the children's theater, the joy of being short, and then in the afternoon I taught a musical theater class in Spring Branch ISD. No skirts or pretty dresses for me. Instead...<br /><br /><span>LOOK #2 - <span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Athletic</span></span>: physically active<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOA7gyYdXf6s0xVMmF6FPruweOi_X9j47QrapuTg-OSlVwJ3x5kfINCsZD3aGptpEsqJaoeFqHqZsx4RCNLmP4mxjAmLiuh-4fN5H1cspODG_Hs6P8Ws74Hsf7JbveRf8_TpaKzpGVCm1n/s1600/DSCF4254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOA7gyYdXf6s0xVMmF6FPruweOi_X9j47QrapuTg-OSlVwJ3x5kfINCsZD3aGptpEsqJaoeFqHqZsx4RCNLmP4mxjAmLiuh-4fN5H1cspODG_Hs6P8Ws74Hsf7JbveRf8_TpaKzpGVCm1n/s320/DSCF4254.JPG" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br />Don't ask where these clothes came from. Who knows?abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-6542021594488243442011-01-25T15:28:00.000-08:002011-01-25T15:28:45.438-08:00Look #1 - Bohemian<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Do boys like being boys? I'm sure they do. So much of who they are, are God-given traits: competitiveness, comradeship, adventure, etc. Well, I definitely enjoy being a girl. I love making things more beautiful. I love supporting and assisting with tasks and I definitely love feeling confident in what I wear. <br />
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What we wear speaks volumes. (and I think that's an understatement) I love <b>What Not To Wear</b> on TLC because of its main principle: <i>yes, you are NOT what you wear; however, your fashion does communicate to those around you. </i><br />
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By no means, would I EVER call myself a 'fashionista.' Please shoot me if I do, but, this girl does love clothes. Putting on clothes that make me feel good, honestly make me, well, <i>feel good</i>. In college, I would always dress up for a test or exam to make me feel more confident and, to this day, I still do that. This time instead of tests, it's meetings or because I'm actually having low self-esteem/confidence. <br />
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All this to say, being a female affords me more styles and options. Sucks for you, guys! Women can dress in so many different ways, in so many different pieces. For me, I can almost 'be' someone different depending on what I wear. (A little insight into why I'm an actress, I guess.) So, I've decided to do a little documentation of my outfits each day. I have many close girlfriends that comment on my number of clothes/outfits. Some swear I could practically go a year without wearing the exact, complete outfit twice. While that's an interesting observation, I don't think I'm up for <i>that</i> challenge; however, this week, I will purposely try to dress in different styles with the intention of demonstrating how women can have a variety of range in what they wear.<br />
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LOOK #1 - <i><u><b>Bohemian: </b></u><b>a person, as a writer or artist, who lives and acts free of regard of conventional rules and practices; a Gypsy.</b><u><b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK_s0RJ0TLxmLxwvaTbJPzDN4N5ZYTQtWvhj8jLNqQXx0N5Km9KDfS6p2tAEDmMkqUXxGpzXPncQ7axW7G8Z5CvSHz9L4Q-wDKNxjm_MAT0pSssNT2qpG-Qo_oinYPdOoGfjFk3kepKJy/s1600/DSCF4248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK_s0RJ0TLxmLxwvaTbJPzDN4N5ZYTQtWvhj8jLNqQXx0N5Km9KDfS6p2tAEDmMkqUXxGpzXPncQ7axW7G8Z5CvSHz9L4Q-wDKNxjm_MAT0pSssNT2qpG-Qo_oinYPdOoGfjFk3kepKJy/s640/DSCF4248.JPG" width="441" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNL3VOLPM5TjG6IyX48llXvCdyu-JvW9f2nFDK3bp_vzFXmI7HOp17FXlOCmG8EfUuKFFzYD0dTWyGbIxE48defKYsW9nu2rXwBHaD0By0XddQD9AVogf5R1ZqT5vrfL0B4tZK_7fPu2kd/s1600/DSCF4250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNL3VOLPM5TjG6IyX48llXvCdyu-JvW9f2nFDK3bp_vzFXmI7HOp17FXlOCmG8EfUuKFFzYD0dTWyGbIxE48defKYsW9nu2rXwBHaD0By0XddQD9AVogf5R1ZqT5vrfL0B4tZK_7fPu2kd/s400/DSCF4250.JPG" width="288" /></a></div>Dress - <i>Old Navy</i><br />
Sweater - <i>Macy's</i><br />
Boots - <i>Steven Madden</i><br />
White Leggings, Hoop Earrings - <i>Target</i><br />
Grey Shirt - <i>Who knows?</i>abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-42907737256701409452011-01-21T15:14:00.000-08:002011-01-21T15:39:25.382-08:00My 28th Year - The First Day<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyUEPWcgcAJJlYVhUnnQPlnaCZ0g93B0-Vij16Fcpa2CUJoUihDcc6m-Iupz2BxdmWCbvpRjJK8IxEHBSuiyw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-13145872527842113812011-01-06T18:47:00.000-08:002011-01-07T06:08:38.571-08:00Love Letter to My Husband<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWsix09TTmz6dlNW1CJxtfH5OohppdxMnqn6mvlAlJ7Xci-Z1xrEeq_ZsHDfV1kki9tH8NIT5I3cBq4ZTc1WWLPQa8h80GW6HSBv-rmZqQ1ISm0naEdW611Fmn6T3UqEGF3zeERihzhvH/s1600/DSCF4238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWsix09TTmz6dlNW1CJxtfH5OohppdxMnqn6mvlAlJ7Xci-Z1xrEeq_ZsHDfV1kki9tH8NIT5I3cBq4ZTc1WWLPQa8h80GW6HSBv-rmZqQ1ISm0naEdW611Fmn6T3UqEGF3zeERihzhvH/s400/DSCF4238.JPG" width="400" border="0" height="293" /></a></div><br />I wish I was as poetic as you in expressing the utter joy it makes me feel to be your wife. Every dream that I ever had was of you. Every future plan I ever concocted as a little girl had you in it. With every guy I've ever dated, I've always known they were just a stepping stone to you.<br /><br />You're not perfect and we've been through our shares of ups and downs, like most couples, but as I've told you before, my love for you is deeper than you can imagine because it comes from God above. I am very serious about the covenant I took before God on Jan. 5, 2008. You and I will always be one family, one unit, one couple just simply trying to live their life for God the best they can.<br /><br />If I could wish something for you during your 28th year of life, I wish God to boldly shape you into the spiritual leader I know you to be. Ignore the insecurities and fears you have because they are not of Him. Continue what you're doing in leading this family into the future. I promise to always run with you. And in this big year of 'what ifs,' know that I'll be holding your hand the whole time, physically and metaphorically.<br /><br />So, my birthday <strike>boy</strike> man, enjoy the rest of your night playing video games and eating those Reeses pieces. You deserve it...............<i>just don't stay up too late</i>. :)<br /><br />I love you!abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-39624768214928392702011-01-05T15:34:00.000-08:002011-01-05T15:51:12.848-08:003 YearsWe have a little tradition every anniversary to take a picture outside of the church where we were married. I love traditions and look forward to this every year. It was interesting this year when I had to meet Jason there for lunch because he works there now.<br /><br />So, if you'd like to see the pictures from year's past <a href="http://abergstrom-livingtheexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-years.html">check out last year's blog.</a><br /><br />Enjoy our third anniversary picture. We think it's kind of special.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijubTpLjL9KaT4bwB9nLMKfe8jIkc44Rt11shjSQK2oQ_kpMs4ADVd8jWJVL6anowq2Xr4xO42k9zMmXZ2B03dCH65vYUPdN9r66eE_I3b1t7Ek3D535HM-8DEK5JE0Tslz8nZSPkDL8kB/s1600/Anniversary+3rd+-+1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijubTpLjL9KaT4bwB9nLMKfe8jIkc44Rt11shjSQK2oQ_kpMs4ADVd8jWJVL6anowq2Xr4xO42k9zMmXZ2B03dCH65vYUPdN9r66eE_I3b1t7Ek3D535HM-8DEK5JE0Tslz8nZSPkDL8kB/s400/Anniversary+3rd+-+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558851848475339250" border="0" /></a>abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805251550260584593.post-35479239136316940642011-01-04T14:28:00.000-08:002011-01-04T14:36:07.603-08:00Start of a new yearThese past few days I have been really thinking about what I want my first blog of 2011 to be or what it should say, lists? resolutions? plans? I couldn't decide, so I'm taken the easy road and giving you a link to my gal, Kristin Chenoweth, being interviewed on broadway.com.<br /><br />Why not bring in the year with a little Cheno, Broadway and Toddlers & Tiaras? "I want my nie, nie!"<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.broadway.com/shows/promises-promises/video/153363/show-people-episode-1-kristin-chenoweth/">http://www.broadway.com/shows/promises-promises/video/153363/show-people-episode-1-kristin-chenoweth/</a><br /><br />(Sorry, I got lazy and just copied the link! It's totally worth it, though!)abergstromhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446960411070913728noreply@blogger.com0