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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;AkcAQX04eyp7ImA9WhRaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667656118813693930</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:47:20.333-06:00</updated><category term="Groom" /><category term="Andrew" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="theme" /><category term="Erica" /><category term="party" /><category term="Arlington Hall at Lee Park" /><category term="proposal" /><category term="Centerpiece" /><category term="Recipes" /><category term="Ceremony" /><category term="engagement" /><category term="Bridesmaid" /><title>Stories from Nebraska</title><subtitle type="html">Random ramblings from Erica and, sometimes, Andrew.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://planningforthenextbigthing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://planningforthenextbigthing.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4667656118813693930/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724955498043438524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVDLwnGoahg/S4QzD4OBTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TQ8yTsyvmwU/S220/Erica+Picture+2.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</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/PlanningForTheNextBigThing" /><feedburner:info uri="planningforthenextbigthing" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMRXk_fyp7ImA9WhRWFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667656118813693930.post-5056274545142964119</id><published>2012-01-03T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:59:44.747-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T14:59:44.747-06:00</app:edited><title>Resolutions for the Next Year</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://planningforthenextbigthing.blogspot.com/feeds/5056274545142964119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4667656118813693930&amp;postID=5056274545142964119" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4667656118813693930/posts/default/5056274545142964119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4667656118813693930/posts/default/5056274545142964119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlanningForTheNextBigThing/~3/E6EwhFCTBCQ/resolutions-for-next-year.html" title="Resolutions for the Next Year" /><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724955498043438524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVDLwnGoahg/S4QzD4OBTNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TQ8yTsyvmwU/S220/Erica+Picture+2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">For some reason, committing to resolutions was tough for me this year. The usual suspects dotted my to-resolve list, like weight-loss, go to church, etc. But when I really though about it, there is one resolution that seems most appropriate for me this year.
Invest more in my relationships. 
Seemingly simple, yet as I started to think about it. That is a quite daunting. Living in three states in 
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Another example. Our Omaha home is on a tree-lined street. It's stunning. Not so much our house, but our neighbors' homes and the
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Last weekend was my 27th birthday. (Pass the botox please.) I didn't want to make a big deal of it, which is somewhat contrary to how Heather and I used to celebrate when in Dallas. (Heather, you know what I am talking about.) The difference between years past and this year? It's simple. I had so 
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Here are just a few snap shots of our house this year.

This is the main living room. I love the bay windows, but it was really hard to find something nice to put there until Christmas rolled around. 
The sun room/family room. We spend nearly all our time in this room, yet it is the most in need of decoration. The tree helps, but just not 
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Here's a fly-by update.

This weekend Andrew graduates from The Ohio State University with a Ph.D. in Food Science. I couldn't be more proud of the work he put into this degree and the fabulous job he scored as a result. (I could maybe do without the 
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So... it's been awhile. I apologize. Truth be told I've been a complete hermit the past nine months. Obviously Andrew and I finally got hitched. 


But then we didn't get to live together until two weeks ago. I strongly believe that made me crazy. After strong doses of mood medication, and quitting my beloved job, putting my charming home in Dallas up for rent, and moving to... yes you 
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This is what she does each night before bed.... Makes this darling face and then gets lots of attention.

This is Della giving love to one of her many aunts. She is known for texting them her photos with love notes to remind each of them how much she likes them! isn't that sweet?

So, when we adopted Della, they told us she had a "leash problem." Which I took as a tugging problem. Actually it 
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NOTE: I hate those closet doors. Trust me. I hate them with a passion. The only reason they are worth anything right now is because my dog likes to look at her reflection in them... Like this photo:



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But... One of the greatest things that has happened in our lives recently is this little (somewhat huge) bundle 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D5vLyRM4v5v1qF4UJWcRXZI-dMk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D5vLyRM4v5v1qF4UJWcRXZI-dMk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PlanningForTheNextBigThing/~4/iHPKTeMGCxM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://planningforthenextbigthing.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-della-bell-wassinger.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQHY4eCp7ImA9WxFSGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667656118813693930.post-320871545272808822</id><published>2010-04-22T16:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:38:31.830-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-22T16:38:31.830-05:00</app:edited><title>"We Need More Points!"*</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://planningforthenextbigthing.blogspot.com/feeds/320871545272808822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4667656118813693930&amp;postID=320871545272808822" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4667656118813693930/posts/default/320871545272808822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4667656118813693930/posts/default/320871545272808822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PlanningForTheNextBigThing/~3/4DCPtvfuMdU/we-need-more-points.html" title="&quot;We Need More Points!&quot;*" /><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01942124216943045427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">. . .said our catcher as we entered the top of the 6th in our intramural softball league.So I am playing for the Food Science softball team this Spring and it is awesome. I would say we are like the Bad News Bears (walter matthau (Dr. Evil quote (2002 reference))) or the Cleveland Indians in Major League but even with their hilarious antics they are still much better than we are. Its a coed team,
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The first: Keg in the Closet. Does anyone remember that awfully digusting house we had on Laramie Street in college? I swear it was infested and had so many stains on the wallpaper it looked as if the apples were rotten. While it was gross (to the max) I feel 
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This was strange for two reasons.
1. Normally that doesn't happen.
2. While it was a tough workout, it wasn't anything new to me.

April, said trainer, makes me take a lap around the track and meanwhile gets very serious. Here is how it went from there:

April: "We need to talk about diet. I am worried that 
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This is a steal from the babyplacek.blogspot.com. But I just can't help but share. It is so funny! Normally Evelyn is all smiles, but apparently the sound of our family singing was just enough to bring her to tears. :)
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And, we tasted our menu at Arlington Hall!
First, let me say that I am completely enamored with our wedding coordinator Sarah. She is the
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Taylor Swift - Today was a fairy tale (2x)
Brooks and Dunn - Whiskey do my talking
Rhianna - Rude boys
John Mayer - Clarity
Kenney Chesney - This is our time
Bon Jovi - Living on a prayer
OAR - Love and memories

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While Brennan and Jose did most the heavy lifting, they got paid albeit, not very much but still. :) Heather on the otherhand, a somewhat innocent bystander, did not. 

It is times like this that I appreciate living with my overly 
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Vanessa is one of my dearest  friends and maid of honor in my wedding. She has 
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It was so fun to get all done up and it turns out that Emily and I have a lot in common when it comes to planning our upcoming weddings.

Here is a sneak preview of the first trial run for my hair. I
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Friday I boarded American Airlines flight 1192. I stupidly forgot ear phones and thus was forced to 
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As I starred in complete awe of him, I began thinking "What if Andrew got sleeves like John? And what if Andrew played guitar? His hair is sort of like John's hair. It could work. Maybe?"

So I pitched the idea to my fiance this morning. His response "I 
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