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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcARnoyfSp7ImA9WhRaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129321535262310859</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:40:47.495-06:00</updated><category term="life in tennessee" /><title>Messy Thrilling Life</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/129321535262310859/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112973548317337218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBffEAeohDc/SOFTLuxXPnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dco7tyw-wjU/S220/Kelly+-+Coffeehouse.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MessyThrillingLife" /><feedburner:info uri="messythrillinglife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>MessyThrillingLife</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ICQHg7eSp7ImA9WhRVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129321535262310859.post-1407993383131370493</id><published>2012-01-15T18:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:59:21.601-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T18:59:21.601-06:00</app:edited><title>Creating.</title><content type="html">There's so much I need to update you all on (and I know I still need to post more details and photos from our trip to Hawaii - was that really already 4 months ago?!), but I want to take a moment to post some photos from my more creative moments over the past little while.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;paper labels for Susy's baby shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cute foodie tags for Susy's baby shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;place"cards" at Thanksgiving dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the kids' place"cards"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;homemade Christmas gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;grapefruit marmalade &amp;amp; Burger Up ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The marmalade was delicious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It feels good to create, doesn't it? Here's to more creating in 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-1407993383131370493?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In middle school and high school I ran track, which I abruptly quit my junior year for two reasons: 1. I wanted to pursue theatre and 2. my coaches were anything but encouraging. I would go to practice anxious and already discouraged. I didn't fall in love with running until I saw my amazing friend Danielle complete the Chicago Marathon in the fall of 2004. I'll never forget standing next to a man who was cheering his heart out as a beautiful woman came bounding by, screaming out, "That's my wife! That's my wife!" I'm still moved to tears recalling this moment. Witnessing D accomplish her goal, and seeing so many other do the same motivated me and my friend Kristi to train for and run the Cincinnati Flying Pig Half Marathon. We stuck with each other the whole way through, being cheered on by our families and friends. It was an amazing moment, crossing that finish line, knowing that I had completed my first half marathon.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I moved to California in August of 2005, my friend Sue was a huge encouragement to my running. She was an avid runner herself, and she motivated me to get to the gym or get outside and run, no matter how tired I was due to my heavy work schedule. My pace was slow, but steady, and the more I ran, the faster I became. Seth and I would go for runs together occasionally, and we even completed three more half marathons together. It wasn't until June of 2008 that I ran my first marathon. The San Diego Rock 'n' Roll marathon. My friend Jamie who I worked with at Anthro was also training for it, and we did a handful of our long runs together, with her husband Justin as well. She was quite a bit faster than me, but that only challenged me to dig deeper. Seth met us at various points to give us Gatorade and water, and a couple of times he ran the last mile or two with me. Finishing that marathon was a huge accomplishment for me. I ran the entire thing, and I can distinctly remember how difficult the last 5.2 miles were. I wanted to stop. I wanted to cry. But I kept going. Mind over body, I made it to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Still excited at mile 12!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I continued to sign up for races, and run them well. By "well" I mean that I was able to keep a steady pace throughout the race, and finish feeling good. I've never been the fastest - nor will I ever be - but I remember when I was running a 10:30 mile...and I'm now running an 8:00 mile. There have been a couple of races that were a little rocky ::cough cough The Cleveland Experience that I never want to experience again cough cough::, but overall I've really enjoyed this process. Willing your body to do something you never thought would be possible is an amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I think I'm at the point where those feelings of anxiety from high school track are creeping back in. Every race, I'm nervous, but not a healthy kind of nervous. I think, "Oh gosh, what if I don't complete this marathon faster than the last?" "What if I need to walk for a minute?" What if, what if, what if. The worst part is, if I don't finish with a PR every time, I feel a little bit like I failed. So many runners follow a ton of mantras to get them through the race: "Pain is gain." "One mile at a time." "You're tougher than the rest." "Define yourself." Yikes. So if I don't do well, does that define me as a failure??? Being type "A" and a runner is usually a good thing, but in instances like this, it can be pretty detrimental.&lt;/div&gt;
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Seth and I have endured quite a bit of transition over the past five years, and even in the past few weeks. I've taken on another job, and have found that my schedule is once again full of work, leaving me very little time to spend with my hubby, let alone go for that ever-so-important long run before the big race day. This past summer I signed up for a handful of races, including the Nashville Half Marathon that took place this morning. It was my last long distance race on the books for a while, so initially I was looking forward to it. But with all of the change that's taken place lately, I've been feeling overwhelmed. And while I'll always enjoy a good sweat, I haven't felt excited about the race I was supposed to run this morning. In fact, I was pretty much dreading it. There wasn't any room in my mind to process through the fact that no matter what my finish time was, I should be proud of myself for yet another accomplishment. Bottom line: my heart wasn't in it. I woke up at 5:30 this morning, and sat up in bed. I was worn down, emotionally and physically. I turned to Seth and I told him, "Babe, &amp;nbsp;I don't think I can do this." While there are people out there who might argue that Seth should have said, "Yes babe, yes you can! You can do this! Let's go!", he listened past my voice and heard my heart and said, "You don't need to do this babe. You can rest." It's almost as if I needed someone to tell me it was okay...to give me permission not to run. It's okay that I didn't want to run. It's okay that I knew my body couldn't handle an early run in the cold. It's okay that I didn't think I could PR. It's okay. I'm not a failure. I'm not a quitter. It's okay.&lt;/div&gt;
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We slept till our bodies/Bou woke us up, and then we spent time together. We actually went on a run. A slow run through the beautiful streets of our neighborhood. We were able to talk and soak in the morning sun and the changing leaves. Spending that time with my husband was more precious to me than getting another medal. And I'm clinging to that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes in life, I think our passions can become our idols if we're not careful. Some might argue that that's okay, but for me it's not. Jesus should be the one I'm making time for before anything else. Jesus is more important than marathon #8. I want to continue pursuing a healthy lifestyle, but I want to be careful that I'm even more protective of my time with the Lord than I am of my precious hour of daily running.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, there will be more races. More half marathons. Probably even more marathons. Hopefully, as I continue to become more like the woman that Christ intends for me to be, I'll be more comfortable with the idea of looking at each race as an opportunity to build endurance and character, rather than a definition of either success or failure. I'm beginning to understand that I can define myself as a runner, and not PR every time, or even run every race. Like today. The day I decided not to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-5580831321142733300?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;September was a crazy, busy month. I'm going to break it down chronologically, just so I don't get my tired brain confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;September 3rd:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt; Sarah &amp;amp; Josh got married! Oh man, I thoroughly enjoyed myself that weekend! It started off with lunch and mani/pedis with all of Sar's besties, which was quite the treat (thanks Momma Snaves!). I got to spend a good chunk of time with Sar's friend Teresa from SD - it's always refreshing to meet someone that you can connect with right off the bat without a ton of effort. She was a great partner-in-crime (Not that we committed any crimes...but we did eat Skyline at like 11 pm, which goes against pretty much everything I stand for. Just kidding.) Teresa and I got to spend the night with the bride before her big day, and it was so much fun to grab coffee and Bagel &amp;amp; Deli the morning of her wedding. It meant so much to me to be a part of the little things. And man, Sarah looked GORGEOUS. Pretty much the most beautiful bride of all time. Steph Carson, their photographer, was also the photographer at my (and Seth's) wedding, so it was super fun to chat with her and catch up on life. All of my "Hamilton Hall Hotties" were at the wedding, and it's always so good to see them. We discussed how we couldn't believe that it was ten years ago that we first met. TEN YEARS. Where does the time go?! We also got to stay and spend time with our good friends Scott &amp;amp; Kristen and their sweet boy Weston. Talk about true community. We love this family, and hope they decide to relocate to Nashville like tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; the beautiful bride before her walk down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_I-4Jvx_7E/TqDNX7pzvGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZFohe9Rdm9o/s1600/IMG_4402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_I-4Jvx_7E/TqDNX7pzvGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZFohe9Rdm9o/s400/IMG_4402.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;THE Hamilton Hall Hotties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Williamses &amp;amp; The Osinkoskys #thatwasamouthful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EoPSxXguf_4/TqDNWLDKHEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nV3QoPSBuJw/s400/IMG_0544.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Has it really already been 10 years since I first stepped foot on this campus???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ePqdZMxwKI/TqDNZiVp_bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QBQ-M8VAbL4/s1600/IMG_4418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ePqdZMxwKI/TqDNZiVp_bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QBQ-M8VAbL4/s400/IMG_4418.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our joint family Christmas photo 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keyYzqxsNTo/TqDOWgh55cI/AAAAAAAAALc/YOMOrcuTeTI/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keyYzqxsNTo/TqDOWgh55cI/AAAAAAAAALc/YOMOrcuTeTI/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thrifting does one's soul a bit of good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xRHlRcJnOQ/TqDOYU-cI_I/AAAAAAAAALk/O8wIvQo3fhc/s1600/IMG_0540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xRHlRcJnOQ/TqDOYU-cI_I/AAAAAAAAALk/O8wIvQo3fhc/s400/IMG_0540.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clinging to his hairbrush, even in his dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;September 10th-18th:&lt;/b&gt; MAUI. It's almost too difficult to put our trip into words because it was just so amazing. The condo we stayed in was mind-blowingly beautiful (thanks Freers!), right on the beach with an ocean view. We woke up early, drank iced chai tea lattes (with vanilla), body-surfed, napped in the sun, explored, swam in a waterfall, went to an authentic luau, sailed at sunset, zip-lined, read books, watched a million movies, I ran a marathon, and we just really, really enjoyed our time together. I will post photos and more in-depth stories about this trip soon!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blissfully happy in this beautiful place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;September 23rd:&lt;/b&gt; Seth was let go from his job. Quite the shock. I'm not going to comment too much on this in blogger-world, except to say that we felt like the rug had been pulled out from under us initially. After processing it over the days that followed, we now feel a lot of peace and hope regarding our future. Seth is an amazing man, and I'm so lucky to have him in my life.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;September 24th:&lt;/b&gt; I ran the Women's Half Marathon right here in Nashville. It was the first all-women run that I've ever done, and I really enjoyed that aspect of it. My mind and heart were a little all over the place due to the previous evening's events, so I felt pretty emotional throughout most of my run. I was planning on sticking with the 1:45 pace setter, but he was running at a pretty fast clip, hitting mile after mile at a 7:30 pace instead of the intended 8:00. I know 30 seconds may not seem like a big deal, but the first few miles at such a quick pace really threw me off, and I spent a good majority of the race trying to settle in. Around mile 10 I could feel the back of my left shoe starting to rub my ankle raw, and I knew I was guaranteed to have a bloody sock at the end of the race. I definitely should've spent more time breaking them in, but there was no way I could wear my last pair - they were completely shot after the Maui Marathon. I finished in 1:48:04 - not too shabby if I do say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another half down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Battle wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;September 29th:&lt;/b&gt; 5 years. Five years ago that day I married my best friend. I know that a lot of people say that, but I really, truly mean it. Seth is my best friend, and I couldn't feel more grateful knowing that we have been and will be walking side-by-side through life together. I am 100% myself around him always. It's funny to think back to when we were dating and I was nervous not to wear make-up around him, or eat really messy sandwiches, or even...dare I say it?...fart around him. Thank God that he allows me to do all 3 (yes, all 3) of those things, and he loves me regardless.&lt;/div&gt;
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Seeing as October is almost over, I feel pretty behind. So much, in fact, that I almost skipped publishing this post altogether. But, I need to give myself a little grace and realize that life gets a little busy and a little messy every now and again, and that's okay. So, cheers to this moment of life, and all that is to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-645133664700190597?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My family came down South to Franklin, TN area for vacation this year. For those of you who don't know, every year my parents choose a city for us to spend a week together in. They rent a big 'ole house, and we plan activities for the week, which always include a minor league ballgame, a lengthy game of bingo (with some hilarious prizes up for grabs), and an evening of water balloon games...and a huge water fight! The ironic thing about our vacation being just outside of Franklin was that my parents had decided on this location before Seth and I even knew that we were moving to Nashville! It felt a little strange to not have to travel a great deal, but I still felt like I was on vacation, tucked away in a huge log home out in a very rural area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elCCr0jepvg/Tlghq6_tuvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kk58hJUCFzM/s1600/IMG_4347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elCCr0jepvg/Tlghq6_tuvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kk58hJUCFzM/s320/IMG_4347.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My niece Kayla &amp;amp; me makin' funny faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcbmD_dJt7I/Tlgh7ycbHrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/esDbAYK1Lkg/s1600/IMG_4353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcbmD_dJt7I/Tlgh7ycbHrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/esDbAYK1Lkg/s320/IMG_4353.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My nephew Casey &amp;amp; my sister Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;After a fun-filled week with with the fam, I trekked up to Cincy for my good friend Sarah's bachelorette party. All the girls met up at NADA (THE most amazing Mexican restaurant outside of California - &lt;i&gt;side note: If you're ever fortunate enough to go there, you MUST have the guacamole &amp;amp; homemade tortilla chips and the pork belly tacos. I'm salivating just thinking about them.&lt;/i&gt;) for dinner &amp;amp; drinks, and then moved on to bowling at Newport on the Levee. I had never been to an "adult" bowling alley before, so that was definitely a first. Not to mention that we all were sweating our (bowling) balls off because it was so hot. But we had a great time! I'm pretty sure I came in dead last. What can I say - it had been a while since I'd bowled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJXeswJszA4/TlgkSWvvqtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/btWj5hfiWfY/s1600/262556_10100298495245054_12305270_50813359_5455613_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJXeswJszA4/TlgkSWvvqtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/btWj5hfiWfY/s320/262556_10100298495245054_12305270_50813359_5455613_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pork belly tacos AND chicken tacos?! YES PLEASE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVMOXL0ndyE/TlglYvMnfmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e1BHDRoi3BM/s1600/267380_10100298529576254_12305270_50814414_6840779_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVMOXL0ndyE/TlglYvMnfmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e1BHDRoi3BM/s320/267380_10100298529576254_12305270_50814414_6840779_n.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bowling in style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mW3SqDKCdhU/TlgmIZgcUgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/F-j0TleGCos/s1600/IMG_4357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mW3SqDKCdhU/TlgmIZgcUgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/F-j0TleGCos/s320/IMG_4357.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me with the Bride-to-Be (What's up with my limp hand?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;I can't believe she's getting married. It seems like just yesterday, we were dressing up in the weirdest outfits with the intention of parading around Central Quad at Miami in efforts to burn off excess energy. Man, we were weird. And I LOVE that about Sar. She always, always allowed (and still allows) me to be my goofy, emotional, extroverted-introvert self. And she welcomed (and welcomes) me with open arms. I can't wait to celebrate her and Josh in just a few short days!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;Just last weekend, I was given 3 days off, so we decided to take advantage of that time and drive up to Cleveland to visit my grampa. Grampa Stolarski is 95-years-old, and, God-willing, will be turning 96 this December. Here are a few things I think about when I think about Grampa:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;1. He has HUGE hands. He did factory work for years, was a pro at repairing giant cranes, and also poured quite a bit of concrete. I think this caused his joints to swell in his hands or something, because, I'm telling you, he has the biggest hands I've ever seen. Even after all of the hard laboring he did to provide for his family and the many hours working outside on their lawn and in their garden, they're surprising very soft to the touch. I feel blessed and privileged to hold his hand on a walk, supporting the man that supported me throughout my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;2. Bacon. You're thinking, what? That's weird. But seriously, I think about bacon. Growing up, when my dad was a single parent, Grampa and Gramma would watch me and my 4 biological sisters all the time. Gramma was an excellent baker and cook, and she was always serving us delicious meals and whipping up yummy treats. But when BLT's were on the menu, Grampa was ALWAYS in charge of cooking the bacon. I think part of that stemmed from the fact that he was afraid Gramma would get splattered by the grease. And he wasn't cookin' no turkey bacon - he was making the real stuff, on the stove no less. And he always was wearing a white butcher's apron while he was cooking. If we were lucky, he'd sneak us a piece or 2 before dinnertime.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;3. Time heals all wounds. I know that things weren't always easy when my dad was a kid. Grampa had a few demons that he wrestled with. But it is amazing to see how gentle his heart is now, and how much he loves my dad and us grandkids.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;4. When he refers to me, he always says "My Kelly". This is SO special to me because growing up, my parents never gave me a nickname. Even now, while most of my close friends and family refer to me as "Kel", my parents still just call me "Kelly". For Grampa to say "My Kelly", it gives me a sense of security that I am known and protected. It's almost as though he's echoing what the Lord says as He looks down on me. "My Kelly".&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;Leaving Grampa is always quite difficult, but this time was really tough. While he's mentally sharp, his body is growing tired. His eyesight is failing, and his stomach is constantly upset. He takes several naps a day, and is constantly ingesting or applying some type of medicine. Grampa's been ready to go to his eternal resting place for quite some time now, but I know whenever that time comes, it's going to be difficult for me to accept. He's my only living grandparent, so it will be strange to close the chapter on that book. When we were leaving, I stood up to hug Grampa, and he held on a little longer than usual, and pulled back to gaze into my eyes for a moment. I could see where my brown eyes came from, although his were a bit cloudy. Both of our eyes filled with tears and I whispered, "I love you Grampa. I'll see you soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XU_3Dmzhpw/TlrBc1T7mCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ggj7eiHDGrc/s1600/IMG_4367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XU_3Dmzhpw/TlrBc1T7mCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ggj7eiHDGrc/s320/IMG_4367.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seth, me, &amp;amp; Grampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;My sister Ginny also lives up in Cleveland, so we got to spend the night at her place and hang out with her for a bit. Gin and I always have a ball together, laughing till our sides ache at everything and anything. I love that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9rn8rgBV0c/TlrE_po6qTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K-wKf4VCleE/s1600/IMG_4361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9rn8rgBV0c/TlrE_po6qTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K-wKf4VCleE/s320/IMG_4361.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Partners in Crime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Courier New', Courier, monospace;font-size:small;"&gt;This next weekend, we'll be heading up to Oxford, OH for Sarah &amp;amp; Josh's wedding, and I know it'll be a great time of seeing old friends. And then a week after that we leave for none other than...::drumroll please::...MAUI!!! Yep, that's right! We're celebrating 5 years of marriage with a trip to a place that's a little piece of heaven here on earth. Other than a weekend getaway or 2, Seth and I haven't taken a trip together with just the 2 of us with intentions to spend time alone. We've traveled several times to visit family and friends, which were all great, but we are looking forward to recreating our honeymoon and experiencing some new adventures. Stay tuned for photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-2089022040191167635?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I Googled it. :o) Well folks, I've finally decided to make time to blog on this hot, peaceful Sunday afternoon. Many of you have been wondering what in the world the Williamses have been up to in their new home...maybe. I don't really even know if anyone ever reads this blog (except for my lovely gal pals Andrea &amp;amp; Meg :o) ). But in case there are interested parties out there, here's a taste of our life in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth is working full-time as a graphic designer at Premiere Speakers Bureau in Cool Springs, TN, about 20 minutes from where we live. He works in a fancy office that has marble pillars in the foyer for a boss who does amazingly generous things for his staff, i.e. catered lunch every Friday, trips in luxurious tour buses to play laser tag, never-ending donuts and birthday cake, etc. Here's a photo that was taken of Seth for the PSB website:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cwr1ybBtwQk/ThzgJfbhKqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/w3byPRhIwZI/s1600/seth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cwr1ybBtwQk/ThzgJfbhKqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/w3byPRhIwZI/s320/seth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628620087966640802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am currently working part-time at a boutique called Social Graces in Hillsboro Village. SG specializes in invitations and stationary, and we also sell a varied assortment of giftable items, i.e. books, journals, etc. Here's a photo of the store from the outside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6SPQJ9l0nM/ThzlntGpj3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/OQkTYpLTKJo/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-12%2Bat%2B7.23.06%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6SPQJ9l0nM/ThzlntGpj3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/OQkTYpLTKJo/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-12%2Bat%2B7.23.06%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628626104591421298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Initially, I had planned on transferring from my position as assistant home manager at Anthropologie in Madison, WI to a somewhat comparable position at Anthropologie here in Nashville. Unfortunately, nothing of the sort was available, and after a totally God-ordained series of events, I said my goodbyes to Anthro after a 4-year-long relationship, and started a new journey with SG. The staff is super small, which I love because it creates a more intimate vibe, and opens the doorway to building real and deep relationships with the women I work with. By the way, they're some of the sweetest women out there! Not to mention that I ironically enough worked with one of them at the Anthro in Carlsbad, CA, while the store manager of SG also worked at the same Anthro in Carlsbad even though our paths never crossed at that time. Crazy, huh? This world is a small one, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After many moons of living in tiny apartments (albeit our 2-bedroom duplex in Cincy), we are finally home&lt;del&gt;owners&lt;/del&gt;renters! We are living in an area of Nashville called Crieve Hall, which is located right above Brentwood and just to the south of downtown Nash. We have the sweetest, most caring landlords, and have had such a great time decorating and settling in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-medium wp-image-221" title="Our House." src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/photo-1.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the perks to renting a house vs. an apartment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We were forced to purchase our own washer and dryer, which we will now have for eons to come (we hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We have a HUGE backyard! We can't wait to fill it with family and friends once the weather cools down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am able to bust a move late at night without worrying about making too much noise and getting complaints from neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very best things about our little home is that it is literally only 2 blocks away from our dear friends, Scott &amp;amp; Susy Anderson. We LOVE being able to pop over and visit them (and vice-versa), and especially being able to be more involved in the lives of their 2 boys, Blaine &amp;amp; Hayes (Seth is Blaine's godfather).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Bou is still as rambunctious as ever. While Seth and I were living apart, I let Bou roam free during the night instead of shutting him in the bathroom. Did I think perhaps that he would stand guard if anyone ever broke into my apartment in the middle of the night? Maybe. No. Well, maybe. Aside from that, he started routinely snuggling with me in the early hours of the morning after I fed him his breakfast. Now, he continues to do so as Seth always gets up first to shower. Oftentimes, I wake up to Seth struggling to silence his laughter as he finds Bou squished up next to me in the funniest positions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's it for life in Tennessee for now. Time to go rest in this wonderful AC with my hubs and Bou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-1532982044623801340?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XpXm_FNsBzcEg-zo_LKfCK3pWVg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XpXm_FNsBzcEg-zo_LKfCK3pWVg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessyThrillingLife/~4/QniLoKNtTWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4473353038917089481/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-much-has-happened.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/129321535262310859/posts/default/4473353038917089481?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/129321535262310859/posts/default/4473353038917089481?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessyThrillingLife/~3/QniLoKNtTWw/so-much-has-happened.html" title="So much has happened..." /><author><name>Kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112973548317337218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBffEAeohDc/SOFTLuxXPnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dco7tyw-wjU/S220/Kelly+-+Coffeehouse.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-much-has-happened.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBR38yeCp7ImA9WhRSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129321535262310859.post-1780091446641100269</id><published>2010-04-14T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:50:56.190-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T14:50:56.190-06:00</app:edited><title>Super Savings...Tuesday</title><content type="html">Well folks, I'm finally starting to get good at this! Here's my loot after a trip to CVS and Target:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/super-savings-tuesday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-186" height="225" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/super-savings-tuesday1.jpg?w=300" title="super savings tuesday" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the final tally after coupons, ECBs, giftcards, &amp;amp; mail-in rebates (drumroll please):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;

$7.88!!!&lt;/h1&gt;
Can you even believe it?!?! This is becoming quite a pastime for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-1780091446641100269?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4HMA5CkdL262qsyuFMgk-jM8euA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4HMA5CkdL262qsyuFMgk-jM8euA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessyThrillingLife/~4/TqiegsRTDiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1780091446641100269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com/2010/04/super-savingstuesday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/129321535262310859/posts/default/1780091446641100269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/129321535262310859/posts/default/1780091446641100269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessyThrillingLife/~3/TqiegsRTDiA/super-savingstuesday.html" title="Super Savings...Tuesday" /><author><name>Kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112973548317337218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBffEAeohDc/SOFTLuxXPnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dco7tyw-wjU/S220/Kelly+-+Coffeehouse.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com/2010/04/super-savingstuesday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GRHs4eyp7ImA9WhRSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129321535262310859.post-3010185006279767200</id><published>2010-04-02T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:47:05.533-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-17T14:47:05.533-06:00</app:edited><title>The Cottage</title><content type="html">I'm sorry that I've been MIA for so long! Oh the busyness - how I get caught up in it! I suppose I'd normally say "such is life!", but I don't want to lean into that statement any longer. Thus, I'm dusting off the 'ole blog with this new post!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today the weather is crazy beautiful. It's around 80&lt;strong&gt;° &lt;/strong&gt;on the first of April - and no, that's not an April Fool's joke. It makes me feel more alive when the sun is shining and I can open up our windows to get a fresh breeze blowing through our house. Despite any uncertainty I'm currently facing, today I'm glad I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even moreso, this weather gets me SO excited about going to the cottage!!! The cottage is owned by Seth's parents and it sits on the edge of Hemlock Lake in southern Michigan. It's a place where we can relax to the max. Seriously. These are things I LOVE about going to the cottage:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/the-backroads.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-165" height="225" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/the-backroads.jpg?w=300" title="open fields" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;running to "Strawberry Fields" by Coldplay on the backroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/seadoo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-175" height="200" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/seadoo.jpg?w=300" title="seadoo" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;playing in the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/scout.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-178" height="199" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/scout.jpg?w=300" title="scout" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;making &amp;amp; eating delicious meals (food always tastes better at the cottage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/playing-cornhole.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-176" height="199" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/playing-cornhole.jpg?w=300" title="playing cornhole" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;playing cornhole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/the-lake-at-dusk.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="size-medium wp-image-166" height="300" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/the-lake-at-dusk.jpg?w=225" title="the lake at dusk" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;boat rides around the lake at dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Other things I love: laughing, not having an agenda, afternoon naps just because, making s'mores over an open fire, etc., etc. And the list could go on. Here's to hoping that we get a summer trip to the cottage on the books ASAP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-3010185006279767200?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/26508_765011463808_7706458_43401402_3942616_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-159" height="225" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/26508_765011463808_7706458_43401402_3942616_n.jpg?w=300" title="TTT - 2.26.10" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All of this for $13.76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another terrific Target trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Williamses - 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our Christmas Tree 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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1. Kellogg's cereal is on sale right now - buy 3, get 1 free. Some boxes are even priced as low as $2.66. I paired (3) $1/1 Kellogg's cereal Target coupons (I tried to use 4, but they wouldn't let me use a Target coupon on the free item) with (2) $1/1 Kellogg's Special K cereal coupons, (1) $1/1 Kellogg's Frosted Mini-Wheats Little Bites cereal coupon, and (1) $0.75/1 Kellogg's Rice Krispies cereal coupon. I spent a total of $2.49 on 4 boxes of cereal!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Target has a deal going on right now through&amp;nbsp;10.26.09 where if you purchase 5 Glade holiday candles, oil candle holders, or refills, you get a $5 Target giftcard. I had (5) B1G1 coupons where if you purchased an oil candle glass holder or tin, you got a pack of refill oil candles for free. I also had (5) $1.50/1 oil candle glass holder or tin coupons. Lastly, I had a $1/1 Glade item Target coupon from this month's Real Simple magazine. When I went through the checkout, I gave the cashier the B1G1 coupons first, and he wasn't sure how to enter those in, so he called his supervisor who was able to take care of those coupons. Then I gave&amp;nbsp;the supervisor&amp;nbsp;the $1.50/1 coupons, and he said that he couldn't take them because he could only take one manufacturer's coupon per item. I calmly explained that the B1G1 coupons applied to the refills, and the $1.50/1 coupons applied to the holders. He called a manager over, and I explained the same thing to her. She told me that Target's policy with B1G1 coupons is that they apply both to the item you're getting for free as well as to the item you're purchasing to get that item for free...which, in my humble opinion, makes zero sense. I stated that I was still buying the holders and tins in order to get the refills for free - just at a lower rate of $1.50 off a piece. She told me she didn't want to be the "coupon police" and would allow me to use those coupons "this one time".&amp;nbsp;My cheeks were a little rosy when I left, but I ended up saving $21, spending only $4.91, and I got $10 in Target giftcards!!! I plan on doing the &lt;a href="http://www.scjohnson.com/en/products/coupons.aspx"&gt;SC Johnson rebate&lt;/a&gt; 3 times over as well to get a $15 rebate and make the most of this deal!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Target Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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So, overall I spent $7.40 out-of-pocket, I received $10 in Target giftcards, and I'm going to receive a rebate of $15 from SC Johnson...&lt;strong&gt;so I actually MADE MONEY off of these deals!!! $17.60 to be exact!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-8026167065429206637?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;THE FESTIVITIES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
There are ALWAYS really fun things to do outdoors in the Fall, i.e. going to pumpkin patches, going apple picking, etc. Seth and I were really excited to be back in Ohio for Fall this year because we got to experience the one-and-only Circleville Pumpkin Show. The small town of Circleville, OH devotes 4 days to this pumpkin extravaganza, and they pull out all the stops. I had gone to the CPS when I was younger, and Seth had been once before in college, but we were excited to finally be able to go together.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The pumpkin tree" class="size-medium wp-image-89" height="300" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/022.jpg?w=225" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="The pumpkin tree" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The pumpkin tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The BIGGEST pumpkin of all" class="size-medium wp-image-90" height="225" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/021.jpg?w=300" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="The BIGGEST pumpkin of all" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The BIGGEST pumpkin of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The two of us, elated upon purchasing a bag of the infamous mini pumpkin donuts" class="size-medium wp-image-96" height="225" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/0231.jpg?w=300" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="The two of us, elated upon purchasing a bag of the infamous mini pumpkin donuts" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The two of us, elated upon purchasing a bag of the infamous mini pumpkin donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Also, who doesn't love a good old-fashioned night in, carving pumpkins, roasting pumpkin seeds, and drinking apple cider (some prefer it spiced and hot; I prefer it non-spiced and cold)??? Here are this year's creations from the Williams household:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="306" class="size-medium wp-image-102" height="300" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/306.jpg?w=225" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Seth's jack-o-lantern" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seth's jack-o-lantern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="My jack-o-lantern (yes, I used a stencil)" class="size-medium wp-image-105" height="300" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/305.jpg?w=225" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="My jack-o-lantern (yes, I used a stencil)" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My jack-o-lantern (yes, I used a stencil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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We had such a blast this Halloween, as it was our first Halloween where we lived in an area that trick-or-treaters came through. My sister Shelby came over, and she, Seth, and I had&amp;nbsp;a great time greeting the kids and seeing all the fun costumes, while staying warm with the help of blankets and hot chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Seth excitedly awaiting the arrival of our first trick-or-treater!" class="size-medium wp-image-106" height="225" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/303.jpg?w=300" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Seth excitedly awaiting the arrival of our first trick-or-treater!" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seth excitedly awaiting the arrival of our first trick-or-treater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me and Shelb staying warm" class="size-medium wp-image-108" height="225" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/3081.jpg?w=300" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Me and Shelb staying warm" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me and Shelb staying warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Last (but not least), we participated in the "BOO-rito" give-away that Chipotle was doing on Halloween. Basically, if you came dressed up as a burrito, Chipotle gives you a burrito, burrito bowl, or taco for FREE!!! We had fun with this...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Introducing the tinfoil hat, scarf..." class="size-medium wp-image-111" height="300" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/304.jpg?w=225" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Introducing the tinfoil hat, scarf..." width="225" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Introducing the tinfoil hat, scarf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="...and diaper???" class="size-medium wp-image-112" height="300" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/300.jpg?w=225" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="...and diaper???" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...and diaper???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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My parents also hosted a squaredance on their property this year, but we were visiting friends in San Diego when it took place. Hopefully, it will be an annual event, and we'll be able to post photos next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-4197753648377239617?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Seriously, sometimes Fall food is so much better than Summer food, or Spring food for that matter. Probably because of the fact that on a chilly Fall day, there's nothing better than warm cup of something and a hot meal to come home too. Fall food does it's job - it warms you up! This past week I did something I've never done before: I meal-planned. Hence, with it being Fall and all, I'd like to share with you some of the goodies I whipped up in my own kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Elsa's Cider Beef with Cheddar Smashed Potatoes" class="size-medium wp-image-78" height="225" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/0141.jpg?w=300" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Elsa's Cider Beef with Cheddar Smashed Potatoes" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elsa's Cider Beef with Cheddar Smashed Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elsa's Cider Beef with Cheddar Smashed Potatoes&lt;/strong&gt; - This recipe, which I got from my mom, was featured on the Rachael Ray Show (so it's &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelrayshow.com/food/recipes/elsas-cider-beef-with-cheddar-smashed-potatoes/"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;). Apparently, it is one of her mother's recipes. It's the epitome of a comfort food, and the flavor is outstanding. Apple cider and sharp cheddar cheese&amp;nbsp;- great combination! This definitely got a "two-thumbs-up" from Seth, so I know I'll be making it again! (note: In the photo, the potatoes are yellow not due to butter, but due to using yellow cheddar cheese instead of white cheddar cheese.)&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Southwest Chicken Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Southwest Chicken Soup&lt;/strong&gt; - This recipe is great because you literally dump everything into your crockpot (which you can do the night before, and pull it out of the fridge in the morning), and when you get home from work you have a hot meal all ready to go! And you can adjust the spicy factor however you want with the salsa and Rotel. Thank you Emily for this recipe!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1 lg. can fat free refried beans&lt;br /&gt;
1 can black beans, drained&lt;br /&gt;
1 can corn&lt;br /&gt;
1 lg. can chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;
1 can fat free chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;
1 sm. jar salsa, however hot you prefer&lt;br /&gt;
1 can Rotel tomatoes with or without chilies&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Combine all ingredients in a crockpot and heat through for several hours. Top it with shredded cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and/or crunched up tortilla chips and you're all set!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Holiday Babka &amp;amp; Banana Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday Babka (Mother's Polish Bread)&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;- My dad recently had surgery, and since Seth and I are on such a tight budget, I was trying to think of something I could make for him instead of purchase. My grandma (my dad's mom), who was 100% Polish, was an excellent baker and cook. Oftentimes, she would bake wonderful loaves of Polish sweet bread and bring them over to our house when my dad was a single parent and we were living in Cleveland. My dad told us that one time, my grandma brought over her bread after my sisters and I&amp;nbsp;were already in bed, so he stayed up and ate AN ENTIRE LOAF with the help of a large glass of chocolate milk. Obviously he loved this bread, so I thought I'd give baking it myself a shot, even though I don't have my grandma's recipe - she never wrote anything down. I found this recipe &lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,184,148181-226203,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(note: I made it without raisins.). It didn't rise properly, so it was definitely denser than it should have been, but it was good nonetheless. Especially toasted.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana Bread&lt;/strong&gt; - I made the banana bread as a back-up to the Babka, in case it didn't turn out. This recipe is quick and easy, and a great&amp;nbsp;way to utilize bananas that have gotten a little too brown for your liking. While I make this banana bread all year long, it tastes especially good paired with a cup of coffee or hot chocolate on those cold Fall mornings. You can also add miniature chocolate&amp;nbsp;chips&amp;nbsp;(and they need to be miniature, or they'll sink) to this recipe, and have more of a dessert-type bread.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3 ripe bananas&lt;br /&gt;
1 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;
1 egg (I&amp;nbsp;substitute 1/4 c. egg product or egg whites)&lt;br /&gt;
1 1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 c. butter&lt;br /&gt;
1 t. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;
1 t. salt&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mix all ingredients together and pour into a greased bread pan. Bake at 325° for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-613040369011313279?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my dad with our signs (thanks Mom!) after the marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The three runners with Gin's sign" class="size-medium wp-image-55" height="300" src="http://messythrillinglife.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/img_03211.jpg?w=225" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="The three runners with Gin's sign" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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While it was a rather chilly day, my run went really well. I ran with the 4:00 pace team, and enjoyed hearing our leader share stories about running, his kids, and Ohio State football. The fall scenery was beautiful as well. We ran through a handful of neighborhoods where the trees were slowing shedding their red, orange, and yellow leaves. I saw my sisters Therese and Vicki and Seth multiple times, which was really encouraging! My mom was also waiting for me with a sign (see photo above), but somehow we ended up missing each other. Around mile 19, my stomach began to feel upset. Normally I get the "I-need-a-port-o-potty-right-NOW!!!" kind of stomach upset, but this one was different. This one was more of a "Oh-my-gosh-am-I-going-to-throw-up-with-7.2-miles-left-to-go?!?" upset. I struggled with slowing my pace because&amp;nbsp;I didn't want to "reason" my way out of keeping a pace I knew I could handle. At the mile 20 water station, I decided to listen to my body and slow it&amp;nbsp;down a bit. My stomach calmed down, but then I got a side stitch. I did my best to breathe through it, and I finished the marathon in 4:06. I am very pleased with my time (it was my PR!!!), and hope to shave off more minutes in the future! I'm not sure when my next race will be. I'm going to take it easy for a bit, and give my body a break. I will continue running each day, but more for myself and less for marathon preparation.&lt;br /&gt;
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*The videos are in a .mov format, which Wordpress cannot upload. As soon as I figure out how to adjust that, I will upload the videos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-755114947242034760?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I got all of it for only $5.47 (less than what the cat food cost initially)!!! I saved $15.00!!! CRAZINESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-7330634755766910403?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For Seth and I, it's been especially challenging with us currently being a single-income family. We've already been living without cable (...even TV for that matter) and internet for the past six months. I haven't shopped for clothes or any "extras" for a lengthy amount of time as well. Our money conversations these days are more along the lines of: "Do we have enough money to fill up our gas tank all the way? Or will that leave us without money to buy bread and milk for the week?" While it's easy to feel overwhelmed under financial strain, we are choosing to take a more positive approach to our situation. As of Tuesday night, we will have officially set up our first budget. That's right folks! We've put off creating a budget for a while, using the excuse that nether of us were on salary, making our weekly or bi-weekly income different every week. No longer are we going to let that stop us from being financially organized. My sister Vicki is going to help us set up a plan to put perameters on our spending, so we will truly be living within our means. While nether one of us have school loans to pay off (thanks Dad &amp;amp; Mom!!!), we do have a bit of credit card debt thanks to tax time and a cross-country move. Vicki is going to help us utilize the "snowball effect" in paying off our debt, which will eventually allow us to have a substantial amount of savings. Our goal in all of this is not to become independently wealthy, but rather to live a debt-free, God-honoring lifestyle. I suppose the reason why I'm posting this on my blog is because a lot of people in our age range struggle financially, living paycheck to paycheck, drowning in debt. I'm here to say it doesn't have to be that way, and I'm truly excited about our financial future!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One area where we're working hard to save some moolah is eating out. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE to cook. And bake for that matter. But there's just something fun and exciting about eat out - especially when you're eating out with your loved ones. Seth and I were able to jump on the major discount that &lt;a href="http://www.restaurant.com"&gt;www.restaurant.com&lt;/a&gt; had on 9.9.09 - 90% off sale!!! Do yourself a favor and sign up for their mailing list. Oftentimes, they'll have 80% off days where essentially you could purchase a $25.00 gift certificate for $2.00 (gift certificate normally priced at $10.00). Many of the restaurants have stipulations (i.e. you have to spend at least $35.00 total), but it's still worth it in the end.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Speaking of being financially saavy, please check out these blogs:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stretchingabuckblog.com"&gt;www.stretchingabuckblog.com&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com"&gt;www.moneysavingmom.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've just learned that you can oftentimes "stack" a retailer's coupon with a manufacturer's coupon, doubling your savings!!!  I can't wait to stop by Target later on today for these deals thanks to "Stretching A Buck Blog" (I know they're totally random, but they also end up being totally FREE!!!):&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Market Pantry String Cheese - $0.50/ea&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Use $1/2 Target coupon &lt;a href="http://sites.target.com/site/en/supertarget/page.jsp?title=coupons_specials&amp;amp;ref=sc_iw_l_1_0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Final Price = FREE when you buy 2&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All Laundry Detergent (travel size) - $1/ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Use $1/1 when you sign up &lt;a href="http://www.all-laundry.com/#/get-coupons/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Final Price = FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/129321535262310859-2778492969224136904?l=thismessythrillinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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