tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854565406594065832024-02-18T21:14:48.828-06:00Messy but LoveableLayla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.comBlogger317125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-22710747091161748932013-11-07T07:00:00.000-06:002013-11-07T07:00:07.167-06:00Thankful #7 2013<div style="text-align: center;">
Today is my anniversary.</div>
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I have been married to my husband for 4 years.</div>
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We have been together for 8....</div>
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Today I am thankful for my husband.</div>
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He is the provider for my family.</div>
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He is my best friend.</div>
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He is my source of strength when I feel like I can't go on.</div>
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He encourages me in just the right moments.</div>
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He flirts with me.</div>
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(He loves to watch me blush)</div>
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He is funny.</div>
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He is silly.</div>
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He loves to love me.</div>
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but most important, above all else.....</div>
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He love God. And he shows every one all the time. He sings His praises all the time.</div>
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Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-70504244203207004132013-11-06T16:52:00.003-06:002013-11-06T16:52:48.591-06:00Thankful #6 2013Today, I am thankful for.......<br />
Open windows.<br />
You can take this in the spiritual way, you know "When God closes the door, he opens the window"<br />
But I really mean, an open window....<br />
The kind that lets fresh cool autumn air into my house.<br />
I love having windows open in my house.Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-19745017937196785412013-11-05T00:02:00.000-06:002013-11-06T16:43:25.425-06:00Thankful #5 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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No matter how mean we were to each other as kids....</div>
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No matter how different our lives become....</div>
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We are still each other's biggest fan, (well sometimes biggest critics.....in a loving kind sisterly way)</div>
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We grew up knowing we are all we have... We may fight with each other, but I will be a monkey's uncle before you mess with my sister!</div>
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I am thankful for a sisterly bond.</div>
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<br />Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-44806813193152104662013-11-04T23:43:00.000-06:002013-11-06T16:42:08.792-06:00Thankful #4 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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This is not the best picture, I was trying to zoom my less than par iPhone camera from the sound room of our church...</div>
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But none the less, I wanted to share this picture because it is my two favorite people in one picture..... Joseph and Katrina.</div>
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Joseph is a hardworking, honest, sweet, service oriented servant of God. We share the love of many odd things, have our own inside jokes, and can pretty much laugh at about and with each other at any time. His passion for all things Holy is astounding and in fact I learn more from him than he knows.<br />
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Katrina is my sweet friend. She can make me smile just by listening to Christmas music no matter if it is the season for it or not. Katrina was my "navigator" on a trip across the country....and we are such good friends we could bring laughter to any situation at pretty much any point.....She works hard for the kingdom of God, sings beautifully, and despite a rough emotional childhood, her strength, trust in God, and devotion to seek His will gives me hope.<br />
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So all in all.....I am thankful for the relationships I have with the newly married Joseph and Katrina Phillips.</div>
Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-74411246022210722512013-11-03T00:15:00.000-05:002013-11-06T16:42:41.108-06:00Thankful #3 2013<div>
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I am thankful today for my church's ladies activities...<br />
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This weekend a lot of us went down to a retreat camp and spent 18 hours in deep intercession, supplication, and learning how to develop a deeper prayer life, and ultimately that will increase our faith and walk with God.</div>
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In the past few months, we have had to spontaneously provide meals for four funerals, we had to serve our whole church family, we have had different groups plan events for our fellowship. </div>
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We keep busy....sometimes we feel too busy......but we have a great time...and we all now have a friendship with each other that can't be beat.<br />
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Here are a few of the ladies at our breakfast fellowship we had at Mimi's Cafe.</div>
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Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-50057526364972197592013-11-02T23:20:00.000-05:002013-11-06T16:44:22.143-06:00Thankful #2 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Today I am thankful for Pinterest.</div>
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I get a lot of fun ideas from there.</div>
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The site gives me a place to organize everything I want to do that gives me a creative outlet.</div>
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The chalkboards above are pins I have made real. </div>
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I made the chalkboards last year, and searched for thanksgiving ideas this year....</div>
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Thank you Pinterest!</div>
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<br />Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-17496500123449989182013-11-01T00:26:00.000-05:002013-11-06T16:40:30.223-06:00Thankful #1 2013I will try not to repeat any from previous years.... But I am going to try and share what I am thankful for throughout the month...<br />
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Day 1<br />
I am thankful for how fast time moves...<br />
Sounds weird I know but, it seems just like yesterday I was packing up my Christmas items....and here we are November 1st, 54 days away from Christmas.... I love love love having traditions and family time and celebrating Jesus his birth, and his miraculous life!<br />
And unlike being an 8 year old having to wait FOREVER for birthdays and holidays....now I blink and time moved half a year!Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-76195857211425827782013-10-19T01:17:00.001-05:002013-10-19T01:17:30.888-05:00Adoption fundraiserI will get into more details later, but....I started a new business.<div>I am now an independent consultant for thirty-one gifts.... </div><div>This is my official fundraiser for my adoption fund.</div><div><br></div><div>If you want to participate, go to</div><div>www.mythirtyone.com/laylaweaver </div><div>Click on "my parties"</div><div>Then click on the shop now link on "Layla's open house"</div><div>Then shop shop shop.</div><div><br></div><div>I get 25% of each sale! and again this is for my adoption fund....</div>Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-36846090445814484522013-04-22T12:51:00.002-05:002013-04-22T12:51:59.360-05:00Change Ha, much like me diaries as a kid, I get to start this one like this....<br />
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"I know it has been a long time, I am sorry, I have lots to catch you up on" <br />
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That's always fun!<br />
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Well, looking back to from November to now, I want to say not much has happened, but, again, a whole 5 months worth of stuff has happened.<br />
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I don't have a lot of time to break down five months, but I do want to update you on one of the most important changes...<br />
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We have refocused our efforts.<br />
Instead of IVF and all the infertility stuff, we are redirected to adoption.<br />
A BIG leap of faith in my mind, only because I really want my a child of my own. I want a little baby I can compare my baby pictures to...I want someone who I can say "stop acting like your daddy" or you have your grandma's nose....but...I had a moment a few summers ago while we were at a conference for the youth of our church, it was a moment I will never forget, but I obviously didn't hear the Lord loud enough.<br />
But in that moment, I was directed to adoption. At the time, I was thinking that the Lord was trying to tell me that we should adopt all the kids of our lives into our hearts as if they were our own, when in fact He was telling me that Jason and I need to adopt. ha. <br />
It only took me two years to have my "Ah Ha" moment and refocus my desires.<br />
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I will post more about that experience later, but, I just wanted to touch base and formally/publicly declare this focus shift!<br />
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There it is.Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-14536321580061476642012-11-08T03:22:00.001-06:002012-11-08T03:22:53.096-06:00October 31 day challenge recapYes I have been slacking!<br />
I am pretty sure it is intentional!<br />
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Last month I blogged about trying the 31 day challenge on "putting the HOME in homemaking" and I blogged about a specifically challenging day I was having. <br />
Well since I keep it real and I don't put up fronts here or at home I am keeping it up....however after publishing the post and a day later reading it again, I thought how real and personal my feelings were that dropped off my screen! Almost to the point of deleting...so instead of trashing the post I had to make a plan on how to fix the person who wrote that! I decided that the only way for me to make myself feel like more of a homemaker was to NOT blog about it.<br />
Oxymoron much?<br />
Well I decided to scale down computer/iPad time and upscale laundry and kitchen time.<br />
I made it a point to catch up ALL my husbands and my laundry in our room (which I dare say took me two whole days of nothing but loads and loads of laundry!!!) I got all of it done and was able to collapse the pack 'n play that was up in my room acting as a laundry catch all! That pack 'n play was up from when I was watching my niece and nephew over the spring!!!<br />
Procrastinate much?<br />
Then the kitchen.<br />
I made it a point to not sit down and do any crafty things at night until I had the dishes washed, floor swept, counters and table cleared! Guess what...when you don't talk yourself out of it....IT WORKS!<br />
Who would have thunk it?!?<br />
Also in the way of the kitchen....<br />
I managed to develop a weekly menu schedule... And want to guess what about that....it works! Ooohhhhh ahhhhhh!<br />
And I actually LOVE it!<br />
It saves the 3pm stress about - what do we want for dinner? Do we have everything we need? Who is going to the store? Do we have the funds to go? What do we have at home that I can invent?<br />
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So that is what I did in October!Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-42177732076932630172012-10-02T13:33:00.004-05:002012-10-02T13:33:51.579-05:00disappearing act.So yesterday/early this morning, when I was creating my<a href="http://laylaweaver.blogspot.com/2012/10/31-day-challange-day-1ish-basics.html" target="_blank"> 31 days challenge</a> post...I had a huge long post created.<br />
I made a questionnaire that I said I was going to want to fill out every day.<br />
I filled it out for yesterday and everything.<br />
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I went to bed at about 5:30am and laid there tossing and turning trying to decide if that is what I really wanted to do. Do I want to commit to such a daunting specific questionnaire? no.<br />
So immediately I sat up, opened the iPad, and checked my blog, and then saw.....for some reason half my blog is gone....ha. Everything from the specifics of my day where I was leading into the questionnaire and then my answers to the questionnaire, gone. Not sure if it is the code that is put in my button...or if God decided I shouldn't commit that much, ha....who knows...<br />
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So today is day two of the <a href="http://laylaweaver.blogspot.com/2012/10/31-day-challange-day-1ish-basics.html" target="_blank">31 day challenge</a>.<br />
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Lets see what I can get done. <br />
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Will report back later.Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-46360124923253115352012-10-02T04:42:00.001-05:002012-10-02T05:53:00.402-05:0031 Day Challange: Day 1ish - The basicsSo here it is on October 2nd, and I am writting a post that was supposed to be for October 1st.<br />
Why am I late?<br />
Well basically I couldn't make up my mind.<br />
There have been several "challenges" put out there on the world wide web for the month of October.<br />
Instagram has one<br />
Bloggers have several<br />
Twitter has one<br />
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So it literally took me until about 11pm to figure out what exactly I wanted to do for this month...do I want to blog daily, take random pictures, or whatever....<br />
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I picked blog.<br />
I figure with that I can take pictures as well as write about random stuff.<br />
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But this particular blog has you choose a topic.<br />
A topic YOU have to come up with.<br />
No guidance.<br />
No rules.<br />
Just you and your subject of choice.<br />
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Today has been one of those reflective days.<br />
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After an <strike>arguement</strike> heated discussion with my husband about how I am treating, and disciplining and not being nurturing and motherly, towards my stepson, Aaron...I have had a very internal day.<br />
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A plethera of thoughts, both good and bad, have ran through my head.<br />
Why am I the way I am? was the main question....and I have lots of excuses, but not enough ideas on how to change.<br />
so my subject I chose tonight (i.e.early morning) would be <br />
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"31 days on how I put HOME into homeMAKER"<br />
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but lets get something straight, "31 days on how to sleep in" or "31 days on how to play bejeweled blitz" sounds sooo much easier...ha.<br />
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Maybe after 31 days of changing my habits, making conscience decisions, and grinning and bearing the things I try to overcorrect, life will be easier and happier for my family. I seem to be the eyesore that causes Aaron to hideaway in his room most of the time, Jason to feel like a referee, and me to be the offical wicked witch of the west....so lets see what kind of changes I can make by being reminded daily of having to make a Home, homier...<br />
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So now here it is, 4:30am.<br />
I am not doing the best of job at getting to bed earlier so I can start my day earlier....<br />
and I have a blood donation appointment at 12:30pm.<br />
It litterally took me from midnight till about 3:45am to make the stupid button for this series....argh....one day photoshop and I will be better friends...maybe that should be my next writting series..how to use and perfect my skills with photoshop"<br />
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So here goes, my actual post.<br />
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Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-39931630034473061982012-09-24T11:39:00.001-05:002012-09-24T11:39:44.326-05:00Sad news.... The title is a bit concerning I know but just bare with me.... Or should I say humor me for a bit.<br />
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A few weeks ago I got the bright idea.... Let me combine my three (yes you read right THREE old blogs into this here my "new" blog. So when this blog has documented my life basically as a married woman I had a blog that was from my early dating years with Jason all the way up to my wedding .... I had a food blog where I documented my favorite recipes and last and definitely not least I had a blog where I documented my time with Ainsley. So.....I thought... Why not combine them so I can eventually make a book out of all of them....so that is what I did I followed the instructions given by blogger to upload the blogs to my computer then download them back to the blog I wanted.<br />
Sounds innocent enough.<br />
I followed all instructions.<br />
And then I went through each blog post and deleted all the paid blogs I used to write. I tagged and cleaned up some other posts and finally I posted each one live to this blog.....<br />
I went through checking each picture checking most links and everything was great. I did it! Yay.<br />
Then I deleted all three of the old blogs. Why not.... That's the point right....to combine them do there is not a million of places on the World Wide Web I have to go to visit my pictures or stories or recipes.....<br />
I haven't looked back...<br />
Well that was until yesterday.... I wanted a cake recipe.... I went to the post....this is one I had merged a few weeks ago...and noticed on the picture it was black with a big yellow exclamation mark.<br />
Wow wait a cotton pickin' second!<br />
This picture was here a few weeks ago. I checked other random old blogs....All.the.pictures.are.missing!!!!!<br />
Jason said maybe it didn't show up on the iPad. I explained that I read blogs all the time from the iPad. So that didn't make sense.<br />
Then he being all computer savvy and such looked at the code behind the post. And he found the problem....<br />
Well. When I uploaded my blog to my computer I uploaded text only. So the pictures were then being "hosted" by my old blogs....since it was my old blog that I uploaded the pictures to....and since I just uploaded text....and since there was NOT clear information regarding the status of pictures being hosted by the blog itself and not by other places.....and since I DELETED the said hosting blogs........ I accidentally D-E-L-E-T-E-D ALL my PICTURES!!!!!!!<br />
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So I spent the latter part of Sunday afternoon crying. Lamenting over pictures lost.... Time spent creating the posts....just sad.<br />
On a semi-brighter note....I can report that between two laptops several old phones and a desktop that got bought by a friend (we hid the files to be retrieved at another time because it was sold in haste) about 90% of the pictures are retrievable....however getting the pictures gathered,organized, and reposted to the right blogs is a task I am not ready for.....ugh<br />
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So lesson learned. I will now up load to an Internet picture hosting site .... something like photobucket or Flickr or something....this will save a lot of headaches later.Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-56717515968638061342012-09-11T17:35:00.000-05:002012-09-11T17:35:23.504-05:009/11 Chat.I have already written about <a href="http://laylaweaver.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-were-you.html" target="_blank">where I was and what I was doing when September 11th happened.</a><br />
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I am 11 years older.<br />
I am 11 years wiser.<br />
I am 11 years desensitized.<br />
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That sounds bad. Desensitized. However it is the truth for the majority of us. 10 years ago, if we heard "Twin Towers" or "9/11" we would have probably shed more tears, a year later. <br />
Now.<br />
those words are just adjectives used to define war, high gas prices, new normalcy.<br />
Don't think I am callus.<br />
It's not just me.<br />
It's the way it has turned out..<br />
I have heard many a comedian make jokes, some even crude about that terrible day.<br />
And the day I heard the first joke, I realized...it was no longer "too soon". <br />
There was enough time for people to process and heal and now make light of it. Sometimes making light of things helps with continual healing, better to push down the emotions and make a joke at someones else expense.<br />
The new generation of adults coming through were just little kids, and as kids they didn't have the worry and concern. They really didn't know how simple life was before. It was easy. It was less international. It was safe. <br />
Can you imagine in another 11 years... that generation of adults will be completely oblivious to the emotional impact and just see 9/11 as a passage in a history book. The turning of an Era. <br />
As sad as it is. That's where we are headed.<br />
We can pledge to never forget, but we are not committing to never letting go of the emotions that blanketed the entire nation.<br />
And that letting go of emotion is what turns this into a history passage rather than an emotional driven desire to see the United States rise up victorious and get whatever restitution we think we need.<br />
Or did we already get the restitution and now we are comfortable with the new normal....<br />
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Don't confuse all this with my lack of appreciation.<br />
I appreciate each and every person who is serving this country and sacrificing their time, family, and lives for me and keeping me as safe as they can.<br />
I have a lot of people in my family who have served or is currently serving in the military. And I couldn't imagine knowing they died in their service pursuit. <br />
Thousands and thousands of families are without loved ones because of 9/11, between the actual deaths on the day of, or the deaths in combat trying to defend..... and for that, I have sorrow...and for that I will try and not take for granted the liberties I have daily....<br />
but<br />
again<br />
this event is well on it's way to the history books, and like Vietnam or any of the World Wars, emotions will soon be fleeting.<br />
The new normal is here....and the new desensitization is too.<br />
Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-21421752424351699812012-09-11T11:30:00.000-05:002012-09-11T11:30:01.796-05:00Facetime with a special someone.Sunday I got a text from Ainsley's mom.<br />
She asked if we could Facetime with Ainsley on Monday.<br />
So we made a date.<br />
At 2pm on Monday, we would get on and visit.<br />
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I couldn't have asked for a better thing!<br />
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After Ainsley got out of the bath at about 2:30 (Texas time) she got on her mom's phone and facetimed me.<br />
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She was a nut.<br />
She was soooo grown up.<br />
She was the same ol' Ainsley.<br />
She was perfect.<br />
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We acted silly making silly faces to each other.<br />
She told me how she had a dog, she then corrected herself and said it wasn't a dog it was a pup pup.<br />
She showed me a flip she learned in her gymnastics class.<br />
She gave me a tour of her room<br />
Showed me some of her toys.<br />
She told me she was now 4 years old<br />
Showed me the bunny rabbit we had stuffed for her at build a bear<br />
She put me in a cabinet<br />
She put me under a puzzle box<br />
She took me outside for a "fantastic time" as her mom took the pup pup potty.<br />
She let me watch her put a puzzle together<br />
She told Jason to give me a wet willy<br />
She kept saying "Layla I just have to tell you something"<br />
She asked me if I cried for her while she was gone (i used to ask her that jokingly when she came to my house)<br />
She showed me one of her "school books" and sang me her ABC's<br />
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and and hour and a half later, i finally had to let her go.<br />
She was sad.<br />
I told her I had to go cook dinner and she told me to put her on the counter so she could watch me.<br />
It broke my heart to see her little face turn sad when we hung up.<br />
I cried.<br />
a lot.<br />
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I am not over it.<br />
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And I am not going to be.<br />
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But I will talk to her as much as possible for as long as I can any time of the day no matter how sad I may be.....one day it will be easier....<br />
<br />Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-59625896229918126712012-09-10T23:34:00.000-05:002012-09-10T23:34:38.637-05:00Everyday in life kinda thingOkay so, I am in a rut.<br />
Not just a blogging rut.<br />
An everyday in life kind of rut.<br />
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I hate feeling like this.<br />
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I need to change things, but pin pointing what it is drives me insane.<br />
I always have a list of things I do that I want to be better at...<br />
a list of things that if I put a little effort into I will be in such better state of mind and feel accomplished.<br />
And sadly, this list is pretty much the same each time I am in a rut.<br />
But finding the will power and desire to get it done...near impossible.<br />
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<li><strong><u>housework</u></strong>, pretty much ALL aspects could be improved on. (again, that is why my blog has the name messy but loveable)</li>
<li><strong><u>sewing</u></strong>, I have started a facebook page, and soon will have an etsy up and running for the skirts I am selling, but when I have a lack of people interested, I find that I have a lack in desire, but when I have a few people wanting skirts, I feel pressured and rushed and don't like the final product.</li>
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can't win for losing in my own book.<br />
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<li><strong><u>my weight</u></strong>..I have had a lapband fill in the last month, however it hasn't really helped me lose weight...but if I got off my lazy bottom and went for a walk, or use the gym membership I am paying monthly for, I am sure it would improve.</li>
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and on the same page just about....<br />
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<li><strong><u>health</u></strong>. I have in the past been diagnosed with diabetes, however i was a bad patient. Jason has recently voiced concerns and wanted me to go to the doctor to follow up...I have done it, and i have been better at checking my blood sugar levels and taking my medicine, next I have to make better food choices.</li>
<li><strong><u>organization</u></strong>, lets face it, I read too many blogs.<br /> And while I know that the bloggers I read are not perfect by any means, and that they are not showing off their lives to be boastful, and to hide the ugly, it still isn't hard to imagine that their lives are all organized with their chalkboard to do lists, their well mannered sweet behaviored children and their menu/meal planning boards, with a cleaning schedule, a reading schedule, a bible study schedule, a blogging schedule and a date night schedule. It makes me envious...but the common theme to most of those who do run a well oiled machine of a life is being organized.<br />I lack in the organization department, <br />Which is funny because a lot of people outside my home think I am ubber on top of it. ha. little do they know, I live in piles of piles of piles.....only to be hiding more piles in my garage and closets, ha.</li>
<li><strong><u>blogging</u></strong> - I want to be on top of it. <br />Caught up, not feeling bad about what I haven't posted that I wanted to....<br />I want a weekly thing that I do, like fabulous foody Fridays you know something catchy, something that shares with my family and friends who read this a little bit about me...<br />I want a pretty awesome blog....I don't care if I get paid a million dollars to write, I don't care if I have a million people following me...but I do care for journaling, and writing and connecting with people who are in the same walk of life as me, and or who have passed through and can share some wisdom, or about to start their journey in where I have been so what I write is helpful and informational for them...</li>
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And last but not least....<br />
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<li><u><strong>I need to develop a greater walk with God</strong></u>. I need to grow stronger in my scripture study, personal prayer and fasting, in my ministries, in sitting and listening to what God is trying to talk to me about, but I always seem to be busy. <br />Not necessarily busy with anything important, but if I am always plugged into the world around me, I am not allowing the Spirit to minister to me. <br />My pastor gave us a great message on Sunday. <br />He was talking about being still and trusting in God. Sometimes we try to jump ahead, and direct ourselves when God put us somewhere. And in the quiet times after he put us where he needs us to be, we try to jump the gun and move on...we take God's silence as His way of allowing us to move ourselves through this life, when He is trying to work in the background and we were supposed to stay and trust Him and His plan.<br />I have a hard time with this.<br />I try and try and try to over think, over try, over compensate when I think God wants me to SHOW my obedience rather than just BE obedient.<br />I was always told we show God through our actions that we praise and worship Him, when in fact being still and not trying to play boss is what we are supposed to do sometimes.<br />This brings up many questions....especially about this infertility journey we are on... I have to pray for this more, because I now am wondering this whole "wait and trust" topic, was this directed towards me and trying to jump the gun of God's plan and create a baby through ivf when he has a prefect plan, but I am not staying and trusting. (prayer warriors, i ask you to cover me in prayers for answer to this.) </li>
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To help in all of this rut busting.....I usually make lists.<br />
and then I make a list of my lists<br />
and then I make a list of my lists of my list.<br />
and then I make a list of my lists of my lists of my lists.<br />
you get the point.<br />
I am so detailed and listed that I get overwhelmed and my lists just sit there and get dusty because I get defeated before I start. (can I get an amen?)<br />
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I love lists.<br />
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I feel like I focus better when I can physically mark something off...<br />
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I feel like lists can help others too, if they want to jump in and help, look at the list, pick something, and go and do it.<br />
but I never share my lists.<br />
I am kind of stingy with it. not that I don't like to share in the responsibilities, but I get soooo ocd that if they don't do what I feel like is a good job, then whats the point in them helping, I might as well do it myself.<br />
Then because I am not able to get it done like I want.<br />
I don't do it.<br />
so it gets left undone<br />
and I get in a rut..<br />
and then I post blogs like this.<br />
and vent.<br />
and then I feel better about it<br />
but it is still undone.<br />
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soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, there is the wicked cycle.<br />
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hopefully I can end it.<br />
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any suggestions?<br />
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Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-76533027761969799502012-08-27T03:13:00.000-05:002012-08-27T03:13:00.633-05:00Monday Listicles - Top 10 about 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Top Ten Clues That You Are Living in 2012</div>
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1. The morning paper has been replaced with checking your phone for updates on facebook, instagram, twitter and any other of the sorts.</div>
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2. Taking a picture is as easy as lifting your chin and pursing your lips together....can we say fish face with no double chin?</div>
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3. If you don't extreme coupon you might as well not sit at the "cool table"</div>
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4. There is an App for that....there is probably an app for this very list.</div>
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5. You can record,pause and rewind a live t.v. show, </div>
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6. Remember sitting by the boom box for a song to record, then you would have to listen, stop, play, rewind, to rehear it, or get the words, now lyrics are available at your fingertips.</div>
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7. When you look for something on the internet you are "googling'. I have even said something like this "Go to pinterest.com and google the word bakesale". any kind of searching is googling. That is now and adjective.</div>
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8. You can self diagnose with webmd, and you know you are dying at the littlest sign of a cough...we have developed a death complex.</div>
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9. You keep up with people via facebook, instead of visiting with them in person, writing on their timeline is less painful.</div>
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10. The very top way to know I am living in 2012, I am 32 years old. enough said.</div>
Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-36735416584586400302012-08-25T02:48:00.000-05:002012-08-25T02:48:00.439-05:00Pearly Whites...Jason's insurance changed this month. We are now paying out the nose for insurance. And we are slowly and expensively finding out that even though it "sounded' better (i.e. cheaper co-pays, better maternity benefits) the plan is not covering the things his other insurance did, including IUI.....woof.<br />
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BUT with that, Jason is on a kick about using up what things we get with his insurance. Open enrollment was in August since his company merged, but they are on a calender year plan, meaning his benefits restart in January....so we have 4 months to use up what we have, and then turn around and do it again next year.....<br />
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SOOOOOOOOOOOOO we started at the dentist.<br />
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Thursday Jason, Aaron and I went and saw a new dentist.<br />
To tell you the truth, and you might be disgusted....I haven't been to the dentist in almost 10 years.<br />
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Aaron had 5 small cavities, and had them all filled, as well as a basic cleaning.<br />
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Jason had a few cavities filled, as well as needs two teeth pulled (that we had to schedule) and needed a deep cleaning.</div>
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Jason had his gums numbed because his cavities were deep, and it was so numb that he was unable to move his top lip well. He likened it to having botox, ha. Here was Jason trying to kiss me goodbye. I love love love it! I laughed and laughed.<br />
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Alyssa already has a dentist, and just came along for the ride. Jason Aaron and I all had rooms at the same time, and Alyssa had a fun time going room to room making fun of us.... so in light of her laughing at us, I am putting the pics I took of her at her new orthodontist office getting examined for continuation approval....This was a few weeks ago, and very flattering! ha. Fun times.<br />
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Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-83621857767212300572012-08-24T01:05:00.001-05:002012-08-24T01:05:55.149-05:00The Funky Feather - check it out.So since I came out of the closet in my last post about <a href="http://laylaweaver.blogspot.com/2012/08/julys-iui-and-some-praise-but-not-what.html" target="_blank">not being pregnant</a>....I thought I would let you know of something I am doing to get up my finances.....so I can do the pricey IVF.......<br />
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I have opened a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/The-Funky-Feather/106653722708165" target="_blank">facebook store</a>, and it will soon turn into an etsy one once I get it all set up.<br />
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I will be selling<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_656952743">handmade hairbows and headbands</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_656952743">handmade sweets</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_656952743">upcycled scarves</a><br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Funky-Feather/106653722708165?sk=photos_stream" target="_blank">upcycled jean skirts</a><br />
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and anything else I may or may not find to share with the masses.<br />
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I already have two people who are in the market for home made double layered carrot cake....<br />
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So it is a work in progress, but one night fiddling with photoshop I created this....honestly I like it, but I think I might end up adjusting the colors....we will see....<br />
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Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-64753046472480096882012-08-23T04:29:00.001-05:002012-08-23T04:29:29.809-05:00July's IUI, and some praise - but not what you think.So I have put this post off for so long, <br />
I have been plotting and planning on what I was going to say.<br />
I wanted to get all the details down<br />
I wanted to inform you on all the ins and outs....<br />
but<br />
since this all happened around the time my grandmother passed away....<br />
I don't have the emotional energy to put THAT much effort.<br />
So I am biting the bullet....<br />
I am going to give you the gist, <br />
and move on.<br />
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I did an IUI.<br />
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July 14th, I started my menstrual.<br />
July 16th - 20th, I was on clomid, this time around (first time with the specialist) 100mg/daily.<br />
sometime in between all this there was HUGE family dramas<br />
July 23rd, after my local walgreens had my prescription for my trigger shot Ovidrel in there system since the 16th, they never told me they couldn't fill it and that it had to go to their specialty pharmacy. that day, I contacted the specialty pharmacy, and they over nighted the medicine, and didn't require payment up front. (just today I got the $97 bill in the mail for the shot)....<br />
July 26th I went in for a sonogram, they were looking for follicles that were at least a 22cm, my largest one was an 18. Because the doctor didn't feel like it was large enough, he suggested I come back on Monday.<br />
July 26th, the evening after my grandmother was admitted to the hospital, for at this point they thought was a blood clot, and were going to do a CAT scan on her.....I went to visit and we hung out and chatted...she told me she didn't have to worry about me, and that all my baby stuff will work itself out and I will get to be a mommy.<br />
July 30th - Did another sonogram, the doctor was confident I would release one egg, they gave me my shot, and was told to come back in the morning with my husbands sample and they would do the IUI.<br />
July 31st - At this point my grandmother had been at home with hospice since Saturday, and the end we knew was very near.... I hurried to give the sample, came back two hours later to have the procedure.<br />
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Now, I know Jason is not 100% comfortable with watching me in a doctors office with a doctor doing his business......so I didn't make him come back in the room with me. But secretly I wanted him with me. It was weird to know that I "conceived" and my husband wasn't around...<br />
The doctor gave me good news about Jason's sample. His counts were much higher than it was in the past two samples he gave, which was promising.....<br />
The procedure was done.<br />
I was tilted backwards for 15 minutes.<br />
At this point Jason came back with me to wait.<br />
We leave with the instructions: If I don't have my cycle by August 14th, then take a pregnancy test.<br />
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My ovulation calculator on my phone said I was to start on August 15th. I am pretty in sync with that thing, so I was figuring it to be on the dot correct.<br />
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August 6th, went to go get blood work done to check my progesterone levels<br />
August 8th, called my doc for the blood work, and the nurse said my level was at an 8....they are looking to see a 10 or higher to determine ovulation...so it is a probability that I didn't ovulate even with the trigger shot.<br />
(hows that for a waste of $100...ha.)<br />
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August 13th, my birthday.<br />
I was pretty upset, I had a very bad birthday.<br />
So I figured I would take a test, just to see.....the box does say that it can let you know "upto 5 days before your missed period" so I thought why not.<br />
With everything that happened......(huge family dramas during the same week the doctor said I should probably keep calm, my grandmother being sick and then dying) I figured it was my turn for good news. Who cares what my progesterone levels were, women have had low numbers before, and it worked out for them....I need something to make me happy and peppy....come on positive test.<br />
so I took a test, in secret....I didn't want Jason to get all hyped up....<br />
I waited.<br />
and waited.<br />
two minutes takes.for.ever.<br />
not pregnant.<br />
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so yeah. two days later I start my period.<br />
and I haven't done anything since.<br />
I haven't contacted the specialist.<br />
I havent tried to get on any infertility treatments this month.<br />
nothing.<br />
for many reason.<br />
namely we are tight on money right now.<br />
my baby fund was used to pay for the IUI. and so it is now empty.<br />
and according to the doctor, our next step is the ivf.<br />
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I think about adoption.<br />
but that scares me.<br />
and it cost tons of money as well.<br />
the ideal situation for me is that I just naturally get pregnant.....<br />
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But right now....<br />
the Lord has something in mind for me.<br />
A lesson to learn, a habit to develop, a household to straighten up....<br />
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not sure what I am to do, but I trust in the Lord's timing, I will have my babies.....although it seems to me right this needs to hurry up...Jason is about ot 39 years old and I am 32..... but, there is just something that the Lord id wanting, and it is up to me to wait.<br />
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And I have come to the conclusion, if it is not the Lords will that I am to naturally have children, I will love whom ever and whatever God has in store for me. Right now I have Alyssa and Aaron at home....and being a step parent is not easy, and it is parenting, if that is all I am given, then thats all I need to have.....<br />
The Lord knows my desires. He knows I want to experience having a baby in my womb, and to feel it move and grow and know the little thing before it knows the world....God knows that I want to raise my own baby, watch it develop into the toddler that will make me laugh as Ainsley did, and i will not have to give it up to someone who moves far away.<br />
God knows I want to be the sappy mother who cries the first day of kindergarten and takes a million pictures, the mother that gets to know what it feels like to have a little heartbeat who knows mine, and who will look up at me and say "Mommy I love you".<br />
He knows I want to be more than just Layla the wife, Layla the daughter and sister, Layla the step mom.....I want to be a childs superhero, I want to be Layla the mommy.<br />
God knows.<br />
and even if that never happens for me.<br />
Or if it happens to me at the age of 60<br />
I praise God for this time he has given me to prepare for the life He wants me to have.<br />
I praise and thank God for the ability to reach out here on this blog and share my experience, to give comfort to those who are in the same process and feel so alone.<br />
I praise God for this moment in my life, even though I have experienced a lot of sad and hurtful things in the last month....I still love and praise my God.<br />
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Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-33679310842781610102012-08-14T02:30:00.000-05:002012-08-14T02:30:36.786-05:00Minnesota or Bust!Jason and I were asked to be the "College and Career" leaders of our church. Well neither of us really knew what that meant...so we just do what we do best....talk to them and feed them. We have tried to organize a few events, but no one comes, so if we just tell them we are going to come over eat and hang out, they all show up! ha ha.<br />
But, with that, Brandon and Natashia have pretty much been at our house at least three nights a week, for the past few months...but we have hung out with them for a while now....and when they planned to get married in Minnesota, they asked us to come, and asked me to cook the sides. Natashia loves the way I make my green bean bundles and corn. So we agreed to come help.<br />
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Once we had the plans in place, I developed a Minnesota bucket list....<br />
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<li>Go to an Amish community and visit.</li>
<li>Go to Mall of America</li>
<li>Eat cheese curds.</li>
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Once I met up with Natashia, we ran to Target, then got ready for her bridal shower for her home church. The shower is the whole reason I went early. She wanted to me to be there with her. They had some great food (I thought it was an homage paid to Texas when they served a taco salad bar...ha ha ha)</div>
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Our car had engine and transmission problems, and it took FOREVER to get our car back. <br />
They got to Bloomington on Thursday afternoon. I know it was only a day, but I couldn't have explained how excited I was to see my husband. When he walked into the church, I was standing on a chair hanging a curtain for the reception, and I hopped off and ran to him and gave him a huge hug and kiss....I missed him something awful!<br />
We didn't give them a minutes rest, we put them right to work! Lots of wedding preparations! Their church has mid week service on Thursday....so that night we went to church. And then afterwards we went to dinner with the group from Minnesota and the crew we brought from Texas.<br />
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Friday we were shopping for the reception food, more decorating! Between all the hustle and bustle of getting the wedding put together, we all decided to take a few hours out of our day to go and be tourists......scratch that off my list....<br />
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH who lives in a pineapple under the sea...... Here is just a little proof that we were actually there at the mall. ha ha.</div>
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Scratch that off my list!!! Here is me eating Cheese curds! Thank the Lord for free samples! I personally think that the cheese curds taste like a waxy cheese stick....I hear they are better when they are fried.</div>
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Peeps are my favorite thing about an Easter basket. I personally feel they are not tasty till Spring time, but it was fun to see a whole store dedicated to just marshmallow yumminess.... and how fun is it to say "hanging with my peeps"??? ha ha.<br />
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Now, for the main event. I got to Minnesota on Wed, and we went straight to work. Thursday and Friday we were setting up the decorations for the wedding and the reception...We went food shopping for the whole reception....but Saturday July 21st, even though I was busy running around like a chicken with my head cut off being a wedding plannerish-personal assistant I also was cooking the beans and corn, over seeing the reheat of mashed potatoes and Jason grilled 45 pounds of chicken.....I still was able to sit back and watch my two college and career kids pledge their lives to each other. It was just about the sweetest ceremony I have seen! I couldn't be a prouder person of the two of these kids. I felt as if my own flesh and blood was getting married, and I cried like a baby!<br />
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At the end of the trip I was able to scratch 2 and 1/2 things off my list.....Mall of America, check, Cheese curds, check.....going to an Amish community....no, but Natashia's God Dad, the person who gave her away, was an Ex-Amish, AND he had Amish bread brought to the wedding. I am going to count that has a half....ha ha ha. AND I brought some bread home, and now I wish I could bake Amish bread!!!! ugh, i want more!!! ha ha ha.<br />
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<li>Is it weird that I am already doing my 2011 year summary.....I figure if I do it a little at a time, it will more than likely get done because I won't be overwhelmed and give up too quick!</li>
<li>I hate my tile floor! The floor is bad bad bad, the weird marble floor in the foyer and the funky stuff in the livingroom. dumb dumb dumb. I miss carpet.</li>
<li>I felt inspired the other night. No not the tamale day, the night before.....I put away some laundry that was sitting in my livingroom for about 5 days, I swept the kitchen, cleaned it better than it has been for several months, and I watched some crochet videos-I am looking to pick up grandmas hobby......wooohoo</li>
<li>Jason has been convicted to have everyone in the family pick up a musical talent. Aaron is playing the bass for youth, Jason is thinking about picking up the guitar, Alyssa wants to learn the drums, but I think Jason is thinking more like the violin, and I am going for the piano...I can't wait! I have wanted to play the piano since I was like 4 years old.</li>
<li>I am pretty sure I need to wash my hair. I shower, but not always wash my hair....gross, maybe, does it make doing my hair easier, yes. Free tip of the day: Dirty hair is easier to style because the grease on your scalp helps your hair to hold styling products and heat.</li>
<li>I have like 432,566,345.8 million tamales. I will be giving some away, but alot of them will be put in the freezers for when I don't feel like cooking!</li>
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<li>The maid fairy didn't come and clean on my birthday, boo.</li>
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<br />Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-2821358566644016092012-08-13T03:45:00.000-05:002012-08-13T11:55:26.687-05:00Happy Birthday to ME!With today being my 32nd birthday, I have a few things on my wish list....some of them may or may not be doable, like....<br />
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<li>cheaper gas prices - can we have 1997 back??</li>
<li>A maid/organizer/teacher of all things perfect running household/proverbs 31 extraordinaire...</li>
<li>120 pound weight loss, with no stretchy skin, or left over stretch marks</li>
<li>a booming blog, that is making me extra cash so I don't have to get a job.</li>
<li>A pair of stylish glasses </li>
<li>A positive pregnancy test, followed up with a successful and easy pregnancy.</li>
<li>A size 9 shoe (I am an 11) with normal size toes and no corns...</li>
<li>Consistency in things I say I will do</li>
<li>A considerable amount in savings with no temptations to use it.</li>
<li>Window treatments - I have been alive for 32 years, and living on my own for 12 at least, and I have never ONCE put up curtains....am I considered grown up without them?</li>
<li>Breakfast at Ihop, with grits and everything!</li>
<li>Dinner that has crab in it.</li>
<li>soft maxi skirts</li>
<li>a pair of comfy Toms</li>
<li>the whole nativity scene from Avon</li>
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Today I woke up and thought "hmmmmm, I think I want some tamales"</div>
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I am sure it doesn't normally take so long to do a few dozen tamales, however, I steamed them in two batches and also took a small break in between, and also made a carrot cake in the middle of it all....</div>
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an all day tamale-thon...my back hurts now! ha ha.</div>
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Here is Krisha and me....being conquerors.I have made tamales several times, this was her first time, and she did fantastic!!</div>
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Layla Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386877630924146906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-785456540659406583.post-15498050887901789172012-08-08T00:42:00.001-05:002012-08-08T00:42:31.841-05:00Happy 4th Birthday Ainsley Grace!On July 21st, my sweet dear Ainsley turned 4 years old.<br />
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Since she has left on June 1st, I have got to talk to her a few times.<br />
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This last time, she told me that she had a bed for me to come sleep in when I come to visit her.<br />
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It still breaks my heart to talk to her, but at the same time I am excited each time I do.<br />
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The Tuesday before her birthday I sent her a birthday package.<br />
We had talked a few days before and she told me she wanted the following items..<br />
a book about Brave the movie<br />
hairbows<br />
skirts<br />
and a bunny<br />
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well, I had given her a build a bear bunny already, and we programmed two sayings in each hand, one saying says<br />
"Ainsley Layla loves you, you are my favorite"<br />
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"Ainsley say your prayers, Thank you Jesus for my day, Amen"<br />
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<li>two skirts</li>
<li>a Brave book</li>
<li>a book about love</li>
<li>bath tub crayons</li>
<li>a fun shirt</li>
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Anyways, On her birthday Ainsley's mother sent me a text message of Ainsley with a few of her gifts...she has gotten so big!!!!! Happy Birthday my sweet sweet girl!<br />
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