tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387130129194906452024-03-13T07:45:33.225-07:00The Refinement of RachelUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-90983250629184087962013-10-08T07:19:00.000-07:002013-10-08T07:19:04.222-07:00More bloggingI'm doing more blogging over at <a href="http://www.highheelsandgrits.blogspot.com/">www.highheelsandgrits.blogspot.com</a> so don't forget to catch up with me over there!<br />
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I'll be back here sporadically. <br />
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But for now, I'm <em>Living Life to the Fullest!</em><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-76818656015313320562013-06-10T12:17:00.001-07:002013-06-10T12:17:42.029-07:00Jesus Take the Wheel!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The reading today is Matthew Chapter 5:3-12 a.k.a. The Beatitudes</span><br />
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<span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Blessed are the poor in spirit,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessed are they who mourn,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for they will be comforted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessed are the meek,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for they will inherit the land.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for they will be satisfied.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessed are the merciful,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for they will be shown mercy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessed are the clean of heart,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for they will see God.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessed are the peacemakers,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for they will be called children of God.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">and utter every kind of evil against you falsely because of me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Rejoice and be glad,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">for your reward will be great in heaven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Thus they persecuted the prophets who were before you.” </span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Did you read the above? Or did you skip over it all? Just wondering...</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When I hear this verse I often picture a poor little old lady who is <strong>meek.</strong> She wears torn and dirty clothes (<strong>poor</strong>), and she is a widow in <strong>morning.</strong> She is nice to all people (<strong>merciful</strong>) and led a good life (<strong>clean of heart</strong>). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Do you picture this type of person when you hear the beatitudes or is it just me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today as I heard this reading in the car ride into work I thought to myself "Why do I think this little old lady is the only person getting into heaven?" I want to get into heaven....why can't I picture myself with these virtues? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then I had my <em><strong>Jesus Take the</strong> <strong>Wheel!</strong> </em>moment: "Holy Spirit, enter my mind and soul, guide my thoughts and open my eyes to the scripture. I am not a poor widow, but show me how I can be meek, poor in spirit, mournful and merciful."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sounds kinda miserable right? Why would we want those 'negative' thoughts and feelings. Well, I think it is in those experiences that we search for God, when we call on God, when we come closer to God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Where am I poor in spirit?</span> </em>Do I have poor spirit when I look at society, child education, natural resources, governments, unmotivated parishes? W<em>hat can I do about it?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Who or what do I mourn?</span> </em>The lonely, the dying, the imprisoned, the lost, the confused? W<em>hat can I do about it?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">How can I be meek?</span> </em>In my role as a daughter? A sister? A wife? An employee? A parishioner? A volunteer? W<em>hat can I do about it?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Who's righteousness do I hunger and thirst for?</span> </em>My own? or others? W<em>hat can I do about it?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Am I merciful?</span> </em>Or am I quick to judge and point the finger? W<em>hat can I do about it?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Do I have a clean heart?</span> </em>Have I been to confession lately? Am I making amends with my past mistakes and changing my ways? Or am I confessing the same thing over and over again? W<em>hat can I do about it?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Am I a peacemaker?</span> </em>Or am I a shaker? Do I walk into a situation hoping to bring peace, but instead do I disrupt the natural order of things? W<em>hat can I do about it?</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Have I been persecuted?</span></em> Or am I in a 'bubble', unexposed to the trials and tribulations of a true martyr? W<em>hat can I do about it?</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">With the question ending each of those <em><span style="color: #cc0000;">What can I do about it?</span></em> the first response is <em>PRAY</em>. As much as I want to change this and fix that...if it's not in God's plan it's not going to happen. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Until you are convinced that Prayer is the best use of your time, you will not find time for Prayer" - Father Hilary Ottesmayer O.S.B. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Faith without works is dead" - James 2:20</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">YOU are the answer to someone else's prayer. Do not be afraid to do God's will. If your prayers are to be answered, someone else must find the courage to do God's will. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Read Pope Francis' Homily </span><a href="http://en.radiovaticana.va/news/2013/06/10/pope_at_mass:_christian_consolation_and_the_law_of_the_truly_free/en1-700096" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">today</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> (and everyday!): </span><br />
<a href="http://thecatholicyearoffaith.com/living-the-beatitudes-session-one/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Eight Sessions from Ascension Press about the Beatitudes</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> the series was in April...but you can still watch Thomas Smith talk you through a spiritual journey with the beatitudes. <strong><u>SPOILER</u></strong>: He explains that the 8 beatitudes ARE the life of Jesus. Jesus was meek, merciful and persecuted. He says FOLLOW ME not in a single-file line...but in his way of life. BE the Beatitudes like Jesus is.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-56820983013257440022013-03-13T13:57:00.002-07:002013-03-13T13:57:41.799-07:00Habemus Papam!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We have a pope! <em>Habemus Papam</em></div>
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Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio of Buenos Aires, Argentina is now Pope Francis I of Rome and the Universal Pope.<br />
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As an announcement was made over the intercom at my office Catholics rushed to the library for a live stream of the event. More than an hour later cups of wine were raised in the air as a toast to our new Shepherd. <br />
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I have never experienced this day before. Our previous Pope, Benedict XVI, Pope Emeritus, was the 265th Pope. He was elected on April 19, 2005. Umm, I was alive then. I was a sophomore in college! I should have felt what I'm feeling today on April 19, 2005. But I didn't.<br />
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I guess you can never be good at faith. When you say "you have such great faith!" to someone, you know they are rolling their eyes at you and thinking to themselves "No, I don't." It's called humility. But it's also true. Faith is a practice. You work at it, you get better at it, but you never accomplish it! Hopefully on your death bed you will accomplish it. But holy people, priests, nuns, lay people, deacons....they are all practicing their faith. (You Yogi's know what I'm talking about).<br />
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So today when a Deacon's wife screamed over the intercom "What have white smoke! We have white smoke!" I felt like my sister just told me she was going into labor. (none of my sisters are pregnant.) But this anticipation of a new life, a birth, an unknown full of love and dignity. My heart was racing, my stomach was filled with butterflies. My Lord, My God. You have come to us. You have come to your faithful.<br />
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And can I just say how totally awesome the Church is? Say what you want about 'old fashioned' and 'tradition'. But three points:<br />
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<li>NO ONE KNEW who the next Pope was going to be. There was no leak, only respect. There was no amount of money for the first news station to translate or get the first photo. The Church doesn't need money. It needs faithful Catholics. The media had to have video, facts and figures on all 115 cardinals who where in the Papal conclave. For once the media didn't get to make up the news. They had to work, research and be prepared. I think that's called journalism. I'm not sure, I was only the producer of my high school TV station...</li>
<li>It took 2 days. It wasn't on our time. It was on God's time. US Presidents start lying to us, I mean running for election, two <strong><em>years</em></strong> before they are elected. What a waste of time! Do your job right and you'll be elected! The Church picks the leaders from all over the world, all demographics, all walks of life to cast a vote on the new leader of the Church. Why? Well, because contrary to politics, the Pope is the boss of the Cardinals who are in charge of the Bishops, who lead the Priests and the Deacons...etc. It's a hierarchy, they obey and it works. But really the only job of the Pope is to pray for the Church. Cardinals, Bishops and Priests are going to do what they need to do for their faithful, and the Pope just keeps praying they do God's will. Our president prays on what? National Prayer Day? Actually, I know the Texas Legislature prays before every meeting, so maybe our government does pray. They just don't put that in the news.</li>
<li>and Latin is back. Pope Francis I is from Latin America. So believe it or not this means he is an American Pope! Maybe not YOUR version of America. But he's an American pope. And there are a lot of people in the United States of America who can relate to him. South Americans and Central Americans are already saying "He's like me!". Embrace it. Another kind of Latin is back too: the Latin language! When the world needs a universal language, I can very well see Latin becoming just that. The Cathedral in my town have many portions of its mass in Latin. It makes the ceremony seem very universal, which is that the Church is. Universal.</li>
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Next time there is a pope elected, which will totally happen in my lifetime, I will have learned Latin and Italian so that I can listen to our Pope and understand his message. Even though, this time, I was listening through a translator but still felt his message of peace, humility and evangelization. <br />
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Visit the National Catholic Register to see what happens <a href="http://www.ncregister.com/daily-news/what-happens-behind-the-scenes-of-a-papal-election/" target="_blank">behind the scenes of the papel election</a>. <br />
Also, boycott main stream media when it comes to your faith. The Da Vinci Code is fiction. The Secret is FICTION. Don't base your faith (or lack there of) on stories. The Church has a huge network of apologetics who study the Church and can answer all questions and concerns. Get your information from: <a href="http://www.catholic.org/">http://www.catholic.org/</a> an up-to-date, seriously hip and informational website. And pray often!<br />
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<strong>O God, the Shepherd and Ruler of all Your faithful people, mercifully look upon Your servant Pope Francis I, whom You have chosen as the chief Shepherd to preside over Your Church. We beg You to help him edify, both by word and example, those over whom he has charge, that he may reach everlasting life together with the flock entrusted to him. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.</strong><br />
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<em>Living Life to the Fullest and praying for Pope Francis I.</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-34659481462892836922013-02-19T14:39:00.003-08:002013-02-19T14:39:34.166-08:00If I had a penny for every time....If I had a penny for every time <a href="http://www.budgetsavvydiva.com/" target="_blank">Budget Savvy Diva</a> posts a great deal on her blog - well I wouldn't count the pennies, she helps save much more than that!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-29679359192263672912012-12-13T12:04:00.000-08:002012-12-13T13:09:02.454-08:00Holy Spirit Moment<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<strong><u>Holy Spirit Moment </u>(def)</strong>: When the Holy Spirit is placing people, things and experiences in your life that you cannot avoid and feel called to act on. (not to be confused with a coincidence it is more of a God-instance.) <br />
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<strong>This just happened.</strong><br />
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I recently returned to West Texas after 9 days away visiting friends, family, or and a work CE course filled with phenomenal individuals. I took in the River Walk, my friends new perfect baby, 3 nights on retreat, 3 nights in Dallas surrounded by family and friends at my Bridal shower and many family dinners. On my last day I lost it. As I'm saying good-bye to my family tears are swelling up. Do I want to leave? No. Am I ready to leave? Yes. I love this 'city' life, I am forever grateful for this life and these people who love me so very much. And I love them more than they know. But my West Texas, my small town is so quiet, so clarifying, so spiritual, I am anxious to return.<br />
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<u>Holy Spirit moment #1:</u> Returning to San Antonio, indulging in parts of my past life there, and not -feeling - complete. <br />
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<u>Holy Spirit moment #2:</u> Talking to my dad about his retirement. His fear for the future and having a small income and then his realization that life isn't about money. It's about family time and personal growth. As I explained my small town offers both of the above, he encourages me to continue on my journey.<br />
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<u>Holy Spirit moment #3:</u> Coming back to my small town, and falling right back into church, church community, and my prayerful time with my fiance and God.<br />
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<u>Holy Spirit moment #4:</u> Listening to a recently retired University president who reiterated all of the above: <br />
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--"I spent my life reacting to the reaction and not searching or even acknowledging the quiet whispers" <em>Why does it have to be a bang? Why do we only feed the squeaky wheel? There are people in our own lives who need just as much help and support, they just aren't asking for it</em><br />
--"My life is full of blessings. I need to recognize the blessings in the good and in the bad. I need to be grateful." <em>AMEN! </em><br />
<em> </em>--"There is so much personal growth that is dismissed because it doesn't fit with the status quo. Don't follow the crowd. Follow your heart! If you follow your heart it will lead you to a life of love. Love of your family, Love of your neighbor, Love of your job, Love of your Life" <em>Not all loves bring material goods. (Not all jobs pay well). But all loves bring personal and spiritual growth. We are not put here on this earth to live forever on this earth. EVERYONE DIES. And the sooner we come to terms with that the less we will take for granted and the more we share. Sharing our time with family and friends, sharing our gifts of leadership or compassion, sharing our goods through gifts and donations. </em><br />
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I strongly feel God is telling me (through these Holy Spirit Moments) that I need to be comfortable with the minimal. I need to be aware of my blessings and be grateful for them. I need to be an example of Christian stewardship by giving my time, talent and treasure to the church. It's not easy, but the reward will be priceless. <br />
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In conclusion, I have always wanted to be a benefactor. I've always wanted to give my money away. But in order to do that, I needed to make money. But the more money I made, the less I would give away. Funny how the Devil works. Today I make less than I did waiting tables at age 16, but I have worked to give over $1 million dollars in grants to our Lubbock Diocese. That is what wakes me up everyday, not MY paycheck, but the gifts I can give to God's people through my talents. <br />
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<strong>Are you having Holy Spirit Moments? Say a pray right now that you have the courage to listen to God speak to you.</strong><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-19998606999330467842012-11-05T11:00:00.000-08:002012-11-05T11:00:03.135-08:00What are you reading?What are YOU reading??<br />
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I just finished a book I had always been interested in. The title is "Heaven is for Real" by Todd Burpo and his son Colton.<br />
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If you are interested in what's going on in Heaven or if Heaven even exists, I suggest reading this book. If you don't believe in Heaven and think this is a scam, I suggest you read this book.</div>
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It is incredibly easy to read. I read it to my fiance while we were driving to Dallas. It was a 6 hour drive, I was reading aloud and we were able to finish the book! We did get to Dallas and sit in the car for a couple of chapters because we just couldn't put it down.</div>
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So this little boy has to have emergency surgery and he has what on earth was a brief experience, but in Heaven it was a lengthy experience. An experience full of meeting passed on relatives, including a sister his mother had miscarried, that he never knew about and his grandfather. He had never met his grandfather and when his dad showed him a picture of his dad at an older age Colton didn't recognize his grandpa. But when shown a picture of his grandpa in his 30's Colton immediately recognized him.</div>
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My favorite story is this book isn't even about the main character. It is about the face of Jesus and the little atheist girl who <a href="http://akiane.com/life" target="_blank">drew His face at the age of 4</a>. Her painting of Jesus Christ is now the backdrop of my phone, so I can see His face everyday! </div>
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I'm sure you can find this book at your local library but I highly encourage you to buy it and pass it on. I've already passed my copy on. This book is written by a Christian pastor, not a Catholic family, but Catholics are Christian! And he does mention the Virgin Mary at the end of the book in the comments, for the assurance of Catholics. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-29191569310670663322012-10-30T09:18:00.002-07:002012-10-30T09:18:44.455-07:00Unplugged<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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That title is misleading....you may think my blog posts haven't been delayed because I 'unplugged' myself from the internet. Actually, it was the exact opposite. I only have the internet on my phone (instead of at the house) so I've been plugged into my phone for months. Looking at pinterest on my phone...do you have the pinterest <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/pinterest/id429047995?mt=8" target="_blank">app</a>? It's amazing!! I'm playing <a href="http://www.wordswithfriends.com/" target="_blank">Words with Friends</a> with my fiance and checking <a href="http://instagram.com/" target="_blank">Instagram</a> every 30 minutes. I've also been watching YouTube on my phone for the first time...election parodies and Catholic videos. <br />
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However, my 4G's of data are running out quick! I have 2 weeks left and I've already used 3.2Gs. Oops....So this weekend and more so yesterday I turned off the data on my phone. I could only receive text messages and phone calls. I couldn't check pinterest, instagram, facebook or even play words with friends. And guess what? I got so much accomplished!! I rearranged my desk, I cleared off the kitchen table, and cleaned the living room. I did the dishes and even had time to listen to a <a href="http://www.danijohnson.com/" target="_blank">Dani Johnson</a> call. As Dani says, focusing on what's in front of you can lead to success. Avoid the focus on what's behind you, what's distracting you and what's causing your problems (laziness, excuses, bad attitude). Instead commit and focus on your one or 3 goals and make them happen. I've definitely been allowing a LOT of outside influence in my life lately. But I'm confident with my spiritual life better than it's ever been (and improving daily) I can focus on some back burner goals I've had and really bring them to fruition!<br />
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I hope you can too! You can hear what I heard from Dani here: <a href="http://www.danijohnson.com/2012/part-1-refresh-refocus-redirect/">http://www.danijohnson.com/2012/part-1-refresh-refocus-redirect/</a> FREE TODAY (Tuesday 10/30) ONLY. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-58281502810211400302012-08-23T09:13:00.000-07:002012-08-23T09:13:56.674-07:00Memory LaneThe other day my JM and I went down memory lane. We took out his family photo albums and revisited his childhood. <br />
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It was tons of fun and hilarious that him and his brother (a.k.a. best man) look so similar I couldn't tell them apart as kids!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Groovy man! I do love his eyebrows...I hope our kids get his and not mine</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I think this photo may have been taken the year I was born. Crazy!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Now he has no excuse not to wear a tux at the wedding!</span></td></tr>
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Then there were those awkward teenage years. I won't share those with you out of respect for my future-husband....<br />
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I hope to share some of my baby pictures with you soon!<br />
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-RachelUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-12332783078613553392012-08-14T11:16:00.000-07:002012-08-14T11:16:02.456-07:00Engagement PartySuch an awesome weekend! Leadership day at work followed by a quick flight to Dallas for our engagement party!!<br />
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I'm so busy we'll start with a photo post and then follow up with actual stories later...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our "Tip Jar" - we had a blast reading these tips the next day.</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-71531798920766953572012-07-31T18:00:00.000-07:002012-08-02T11:52:13.665-07:00Engagement Story<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I can finally share with you our engagement story. I wrote it the day after the enagement, but we lost the camera with the engagement photos. And we all know no blog is complete without photos....so we found the camera, got the photos on the computer and I am sharing them with you now!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> For Lent the Man and I have been praying the <strong>rosary</strong> once a day. It's AMAZING. It's better than yoga! I sleep so well and I have NO worries...so with each decade of the rosary you offer a special intention (a decade is 10 Hail Marys - the 10 beads you see together on a rosary). The Man and I often pray for those close to us, family, friends, marriages, single people, babies, pregnancies, work, weather, health, etc. Everything you worry about during the day you can offer as a special intention. We can kinda tell how our day went based off our special intentions. So one day the Man prays for marriages and people getting married and engaged. I'm sure he was praying from the heart and didn't realize his over thinking girlfriend was reading into his prayer. Gosh, I'm awful! But we keep praying, finish our rosary and talk about what our plans are for the weekend since he's coming to town.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> He wants to have a date night so we can get dressed up and eat sushi. I tell him we have an engagement party to go to and my sister's birthday is that Friday so we might be celebrating that with her. Not too sure if date night will work - more like Sunday date afternoon? I'm usually the one making plans and he's always along for the ride and I love that. But he's insisting we go out on a real date. We're always doing a family thing or a friend thing and if we every spend time alone it's eating pizza in our sweats with a movie. I agreed-we were due for a date night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> He comes in LATE Thursday night. So we wake up Friday, go out to breakfast (I have the morning off) and then I go into work at noon. I'm gabbing to my receptionist that I think he's going to propose because he was dropping all these hints. Turns out I left my phone at home so I need to have him bring it to me. I call and catch him off guard. I ask him what he's doing and he says he's at the store. So I'm thinking...<em>Oh really? The diamond store? The florist? Are you buying rose petals to lay all over the floor? Are you buying champagne and doves and a harp player and, and, and!!!</em> Yes, I'm that girl.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> So 'that girl' comes home from work to an apartment that looks just like it did when I left. I am so disappointed. I'm thinking <em>ok, maybe I read into this date night thing too much</em>. I always hear girls saying that before their husband proposed they were acting really weird and really nervous and the Man was just being his normal self. So I start getting ready for our date night. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I</span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> am starting to hate getting dressed up just because our relationship is so relaxed it's almost awkward to be all fancy in front of him, it's just not us. But I get dressed up and when he sees me his eyes light up and the look on his face is priceless, so I guess dressing up is totally worth it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> For Valentines Day we stood in front of my fireplace, put the timer on the camera and took pictures together. It was a cute idea and I'm so happy we did it for our first Valentines Day. We weren't dressed up on Valentines Day, so he wanted to take pictures this time since we were dressed up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> So after the pictures the man is like "Oh, I have a present for you" so of course I'm thinking <em>Yay! Engagement!!</em> Then he hands me a Victoria Secret bag and my excitement goes from a 10 to a -3. Seriously Victoria Secret? boo. This is a present for him, not me! So I open the bag and it's a pair of jeans I had left in New Mexico with his brother over THANKSGIVING, that I finally got back! I freakin love these jeans so I'm super happy and now ready for dinner. If it's not going to happen it's not going to happen, but yay for him remembering I really wanted these jeans back asap. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> Then he says "No, I got you a real present" and he hands me this crystal swan with a red rose and a red ribbon. It's incredibly romantic (just like him) and it's very nice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> So I say "aww, this is sweet thank you babe" and then I look closer and I see IT. There IT IS. Everything goes quiet and I loose all peripheral vision. I'm focused on one thing and one thing only. My beautiful and perfect oval diamond ring!!! When I look up he's on his knee asking for my hand in marriage. I'm so happy!!!! I tell him to take that ring off the ribbon and put it on my finger! I didn't cry, probably because I was so caught off guard (and hungry) but it was the perfect engagement. He totally knows my personality and knew that I was expecting something so tricking me was very clever of him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> We're both beaming from ear to ear and I'm looking for my phone so I can text and call everyone. I want to tell my parents in person so I tell them the next day, but my friends were super happy, much happier than I thought they would be. I was expecting "about time!" or "duh! we totally knew" but I got calls, texts, tears, screaming, and one even got drunk off excitement? (or loneliness) and called me 10 times since I couldn't answer at dinner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Now back to wedding planning!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-74206549091765346022012-07-24T11:00:00.000-07:002012-07-31T13:28:41.412-07:00Laughter is the best<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This guy is hilarious. Last night we had a huge giggle fest. Let's just say I was taking myself WAY to seriously and he was being a gentleman by keeping his mouth shut. Then, he bursts out laughing explaining to me that how silly I looked being so serious. Instead of getting upset I burst out laughing too! Thinking, why be serious when you can be fun!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I HATE bugs. This weekend we were at a party that used old potato bags as the table cloths. Well there were flies ALL OVER the tables because they still smelled like dirt or potatoes, I have no clue. It was so gross for someone who hates bugs like me. Well last night there was a fly in the house. I was trying to ignore it, but I couldn't take it anymore. So while JM is sitting at the dining room table I yell "FLY! DON'T MOVE!" I grab a hand towel and slowly creep over to the fly. I start slowly moving my arms, winding up for the big hit. JM says I was licking my lips looking like a crazy lady. I ended up killing the fly and being so proud of myself. Then I look at him and he's cracking up! He starting mimicking what I was doing and he looked hilarious! I had to laugh. I wish I could find a youtube video as an example. Just visualize one of those old black and white movies with the batter winding up and taking himself way too seriously and when the ball comes he misses and everyone laughs. That's what happened. I looked ridiculous and he couldn't help but laugh....and I couldn't help but join in!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'm so blessed to have this goof ball by my side for the rest of our lives. </span></div>
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<em><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;">-Rachel</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-11598262216461758902012-07-23T10:27:00.000-07:002012-07-31T13:28:31.413-07:00Engagement Photos<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We got the photos! Some of these I stole from our proof on <a href="http://www.photographsbysara.com/" target="_blank">Sara's</a> website because I am too impatient to wait for the DVD of the high res photos. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">If you want to read details about the photo shoot see my <a href="http://www.rachelkellar.blogspot.com/2012/07/engagement-photos.html" target="_blank">previous post</a>. If you want to see the photos, scroll down and enjoy!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Can't wait for the wedding!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-11727060031616075962012-07-20T13:50:00.000-07:002012-07-31T13:28:23.770-07:00Sponsor Couple<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When JM and I met I wasn’t living near my parents. But he and I began a life together in the
town I did live in. We ate at certain
restaurants, feel in love with certain parks, went to certain churches, etc. So
when Chuy proposed we decided to get married in the church we loved attending
together. Little did we know this would
come across as a faux paux. We’ve been
questioned every step of the way on why we chose that church for our marriage. We never questioned ourselves as to why we
love this church, we know we love it and that we should be married here. After this weekend we feel in love with
something else about this church. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After mass we drove to our next
appointment in our crazy busy weekend. It was in the town of
Mansfield, south of Arlington. As we
pull up to this gorgeous home with a BMW in the drive way we are dumb
spelled. Chuy gaffs and says “These
people are nothing like us, why are we here?” I answer him “God put us in each
other’s lives, maybe if we don’t need them, they need us”. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We’ve just arrived at our sponsor couple’s house. This couple was assigned to us by the church
according to a personality test Chuy and I took when speaking with a priest
about our intent to marry. Supposedly
this couple is assigned to us because they have a similar background or
lifestyle as us. If we were to compare
houses right now, this would not seem to be the case. But as soon as we met this couple we realized
we were a perfect match. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">First of all
they flew in the front door with a bang!
Kids running all over the place, clothes being thrown into the wash,
phone ringing, etc. It was a sight! But everything was working like clockwork and
the house was immaculately clean. When
it came time to sit down and speak with us the kids were in their rooms
watching a movie, we were offered beverages and all was still. Talk about inspiring!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Turns out they had a long distance
relationship in the beginning like Chuy and me.
They also had no money in the beginning (as most couples don’t) but she
works from home and travels for business every now and then. I know Chuy would love if I could work from
home, so he was happy to hear that from her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">They also come from big families and they both live away from their families. So traveling to see the grandparents is a big ordeal. They shared with us the drama of who gets which holiday, who comes to visit and who doesn't, etc. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We only met for two hours this weekend. We'll be meeting them again at the end of the month. Harvest season is coming up, so JM won't be able to get away from town as often as he can now. I thought we were going to be matched with an older couple who "has this marriage thing all figured out" but this couple is only 40 years old and they dont have it all figured out. But they did figure out how to stay married for 16 years. JM and I are just working on getting to the alter so we feel very blessed to have this couple in our lives!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Living life to the Fullest being blessed by God every step of the way.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>-Rachel</em></span><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-43356326043596965412012-07-19T15:00:00.000-07:002012-07-31T13:27:18.411-07:00Enough about the wedding....<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm sorry about the wedding overload. Last weekend I was overloaded with wedding and I just wanted to share. I do live a normal life when I'm not wedding planning. But I'm honestly forgetting what that normal life is about. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Just the other day I was drooling over my mom's iPad hinting to my fiance that I wanted one. No, I NEEDED one. For what? For wedding planning of course! ;) But then I came to my senses and realized I can't afford an iPad with the additional internet line on my phone bill, until I pay for the wedding. Catch 22. I'll do without the iPad....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Then, today at work my boss sent out this reflection. So now I'm thinking maybe I don't need an iPad and I definitely shouldn't want one. Read on...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>Burden and Yoke</strong>I live in a part of the country where most people are “unchurched.” <br />That seems very obvious driving </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">to Mass on Sunday morning: the streets are nearly empty. <br />Most folks, I’m sure, are still snug in bed. <br />So what’s this in today’s Gospel about “my yoke is easy and my burden light”? <br /><br />Part, I think, has to do with values and goals. <br />As a Catholic, it should be easy for me to determine what’s valuable and what isn’t. <br />I don’t have to chase after the latest and greatest and don’t have to feel bad because I don’t own it. <br />My goal isn’t the nicest home or best car. <br />The “burden” placed on me is to do God’s will for me.<br />And that’s a “yoke” that’s been custom-made to fit me, for a lifetime. <br /><br /><b>Prayer: </b>Heavenly Father, help me know and do Your will.</span><a href="http://www.osv.com/MyDailyVisitor/tabid/7626/Default.aspx" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">- Michelle Dodd (OSV)</span></a></blockquote>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Living Life to the Fullest, according to God's will not mine.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">-Rachel</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-11275031449920802572012-07-18T13:43:00.000-07:002012-10-30T13:12:02.232-07:00Birthday Boy<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Still talking about the weekend, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We finally arrived back home and enjoyed dinner with my
parents. Chuy’s birthday is Tuesday and my family was so kind in celebrating his birthday with him while he was in
town. They made his favorite, a lemon
cake. Word to the wise: if you want something
to be a surprise, do not tell my dad.
They made the cake Saturday, but we were going to celebrate on
Sunday. But as soon as Chuy walked in my
dad said “Did you see your cake?” so much for surprise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As soon as Chuy knew there was a cake in the room
he couldn’t keep his eyes off it! He
even asked my dad if we had another refrigerator which my dad replied “No” so
Chuy suggested we eat the cake now because it probably won’t fit back in the
fridge. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So we ate the cake Saturday…. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As
the family is singing happy birthday and Chuy is ready to blow out his candles,
the cameras are ready. I step in and ask
my sister to take a picture of Chuy and I with his first birthday cake at the
our house. To which my mother grabs
me and pulls me out of the picture saying “It’s not your birthday! Don’t steal the spot light Rachel!” and she
makes Chuy blow out his candles while her nails dig into my skin keeping me
from him as I scream “I’m going to be his wife!” and she replies “Not yet!!” oh my, only my family, only my family…. Chuy thought it was hilarious but he did
really want a picture of the two of us celebrating his birthday. Next year I’ll be sure not to sit by my
mother ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Following the HUGE dinner we shared, salmon, saffron rice,
strawberry spinach and feta salad, lemon cake with lemon simple syrup and berry
compote…we all fittingly passed out on the couches. It was a snore-fest with Chuy, my dad and
me. I didn’t wake up and move to my bed
until 11pm. That's when you know life is good.</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Living Life to the Fullest with a loving and fun family.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">-Rachel</span></em></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-71610532156925565972012-07-17T17:00:00.000-07:002012-07-31T13:29:28.782-07:00New blog address<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've changed this blog address! No longer is it rachelnkellar.blogspot.com</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It is now rachelkellar.blogspot.com. <em>See how that 'n' is gone? clever!</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">With my twitter as </span><a href="http://www.twitter.com/rachelkellar" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">@rachelkellar</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">and my Pinterest </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/rachelkellar"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">www.pinterest.com/rachelkellar</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I had to keep the branding going.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm trying to using blogging as another stream of income (as soon as Google Adsense let's me place ads on this blog). So I'm educating myself on blogging protocol. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Rule #1 brand brand brand!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'll share with you the steps along the way, but you might want to update your google readers so you don't lose the updates to this blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Don't forget to check out my other blog: <a href="http://www.highheelsandgrits.blogspot.com/">www.highheelsandgrits.blogspot.com</a> for all the country bumpkin's </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-25618412389265813122012-07-17T14:00:00.000-07:002012-07-17T14:00:03.277-07:00Invitation<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After the diamond guy we met with our invitation designer,
Liz. Liz is actually a family
friend. She dated my dad in college and
now is in the Women’s Guild with my mom at our church. They are great friends, having all gone to
college together. So we are very blessed
to have her in our life and to have her want to be an active part of our
wedding. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She’s such an artist, as soon as you pull up to her house you are
drawn to the creativity. I wish I had
taken some pictures….she has a huge front yard with an seating arrangement
featuring a hanging chandelier…IN HER FRONT YARD. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Amazing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">
Inside her home seems small, which I don’t understand looking at the
outside. But I think instead of small I
would say it’s comfortable, inviting and intimate. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She painted her pantry door with chalkboard
paint and had a cute surprise waiting for us there…</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">So sweet right?</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">
</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">I’m excited to see where she takes my ideas for a barn, a barn brand and
all our crazy requests in regards to the save the dates, invitations, rsvps,
programs and thank yous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We'll need:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Save the Date</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Invitation with RSVP card</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Church Program</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Thank you cards</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I love the chalkboard, wood grain look as seen on my <a href="http://pinterest.com/rachelkellar/jjm-rnk-wedding/" target="_blank">pinterest</a> wedding page. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ahh! So much to think of and so little time!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Living Life to the Fullest and blessed with talented friends along the way!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>-Rachel</i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-69078046271149300322012-07-16T13:35:00.000-07:002013-10-09T14:33:13.688-07:00Ring Part II<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Following the photoshoot we went to meet our ring
designer. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The first time we visited <a href="http://www.diamondandgoldwarehouse.com/" target="_blank">The gold and diamond warehouse</a> we met with Max.
I loved Max because</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> a) my dogs name is max</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> b) he has a dark gottee and
kinda looks like my dogs' face and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">c) he was very comforting and nice to us. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This second time Max was out of town and we
met with Barry. Barry was cool, but no Max. And we knew what we wanted and brought the
cash Max suggested we bring. But Barry
wanted a bigger deposit, so that was awkward…. Once the men started talking
money, I shut up. I’ve worked in sales
and I understand where a salesman is coming from. But my fiancé hasn’t and he gets deals on
things I would have never thought possible.
I think it’s because he’s never worked in that industry and asks for
things most people would never ask for.
Needless to say, we walked out getting what we wanted. Hopefully it will be ready by August. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I’m SUPER excited about that. My fiance is super excited too, because he knows it means I will stop talking about the ring I don't have and I'll talk about the ring I DO have. The ring I will LOVE forever and ever and ever. Oh ya, I'll love him for that long too ;) </span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Living Life to the Fullest and patiently waiting for my dream ring.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-Rachel</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>Update: Here is THE ring!!</strong></span></em><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></em></strong><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-73960604617630817722012-07-14T15:00:00.000-07:002012-07-16T13:16:22.775-07:00Engagement Photos<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This weekend started with an engagement photo shoot with our
photographer, Sara at<a href="http://www.facebook.com/PhotographsBySara" target="_blank"> Photographs by Sara</a>.
I’ve never worked with a professional photographer taking picture of me
before…other than school photos where you stand in line and turn on the charm
for 10 seconds. But we spent 2 hours
with Sara on Saturday morning. Time flew
by, but it was an exhilarating first-time experience for me! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<u><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My initial ideas for the shoot:</span></u><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-outdoor location (wheat field, tractor, etc)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Props: fiesta party flags, chalkboard frames, boots,
cowboy hats, bouquet of some sort</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- photos: smiling, laughing, serious, prayerful,
intimateboot shot, hat shot, walking shot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After a few back and forth e-mails with Sara we decided to
shoot at the <a href="http://www.dallasarboretum.org/" target="_blank">Dallas Arboretum</a>, a flower garden in the heart of historic Dallas
TX that I’ve never visited before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We decided to meet as soon as the garden opened at 9am. Unfortunately I forgot what month it was.
9am in July is like 3pm in July: HOT! It
probably didn’t help that the Arboretum is next to White Rock Lake. The humidity from the lake was adding to the
humidity among the plants. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wasn’t able to find any fiesta flags in west Texas, I’m
confident Party City in Dallas has them, but we were short on time in the
morning. We drove in from west Texas and
arrived in Dallas at 2am. I’m really
hoping we don’t look too exhausted in our photos because we woke up at
7am…giving us a full 5 hours of sleep!
Yikes!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I did DIY some chalkboard frames that I really liked. We both wore our boots throughout the entire
shoot. Chuy wore his cowboy hat for a
lot of the shoot which was nice for him because it blocked the sun from his
eyes! I never put on my hat, I was
worried it would mess up my hair (vain, I know). So I kinda regret not wearing it for at least
a few shots. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Arboretum is a beautiful location with TONS of unique
photo locations. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<u><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We took the following:</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- standing in green field with lake behind us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-sitting near a waterfall</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- next to a giant picture frame</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- on a staircase</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- in a lush private garden</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- sitting in an open field</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- under a canopy of crepe myrtle trees</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can’t wait to see the photos! I’m so worried I’ll look fat in them…anyone
have a good arm exercise? I’m so strong
and thick in my arms, I need to thin them out.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I’ll post pictures as soon as I get them!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Living Life to the Fullest and taking pictures along the way</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-Rachel</span></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-26083183442801792992012-07-11T10:45:00.000-07:002012-10-30T13:12:55.996-07:00Conversation with GodAs Chuy and I drove home from Dallas last weekend I took the wheel. After two days of HUGE and delicious meals prepared by my dad we were both in a food coma. But Chuy drove to Dallas so I drove home. As Chuy slept I prayed. I prayed that I could quiet my mind and speak to God. More like hear God speak to me. It really helped me on the drive and then this happened....<br />
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Chuy wakes up and says "Woah! I just had a dream and someone was asking me 'So where's the ring? Where's her diamond ring'" and he added "I think it was Jesus".<br />
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Then he falls back asleep only to wake up again saying "I just had a dream your dad gave me this bracelet that said 'Strength' on one side and something else on the other"<br />
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Falls asleep<br />
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Wakes up and says "What did you say?"<br />
I reply "nothing"<br />
He says "Oh, I thought you said 'The smell of Joy'<br />
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Falls back sleep<br />
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Then says "No." as a dog runs out into the street. So I ask him "did you see that dog?!" and he replied "No, I said 'no' before you even asked me the question".<br />
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It was a wierd car ride. It definitly kept me entertained. It didn't cross my mind that this could be God speaking through Chuy until I asked him the next day if he remembered anything. He didn't remember saying any of that. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-32115617941392948292012-07-10T13:35:00.000-07:002012-10-30T13:13:10.715-07:00Happy Birthday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Happy Birthday to my love! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I won't share your age on here </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-32532364348392138552012-07-10T13:33:00.002-07:002012-07-12T13:25:56.722-07:00Too good to be true?<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The wedding dress shopping as continued! This time I was joined by my mother, youngest sister (MOH) and my grandmother. We had a blast! But I will say it was exhausting!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;"><u>What I expected at these boutiques:</u></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">- champagne </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">- to look stunning in every dress</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">- the "ooo"s and "ahh"s </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">- to find THE dress</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">- to hate my body</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">- Super expensive dresses</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;"><u>What actually happened:</u></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">-No champagne</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">-All dresses are size 10 so if you don't fit that don't consider going in. I fit most of the size 10's unless it was a tight fitting dress (mermaid). My hips are not a size 10.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">-A few "ooo"s and "ahhs" but more "hurry up" "What's taking so long" and then blank stares</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">-Did not find THE dress</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">-I definitely did hate my body at the end of it all</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">- Pricing was all over the place. LuLu's was around $800 (similar to David's Bridal!), Stellas was $2,000 and up and Couture Bridal in Addision was in the middle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">A few photos of the dresses that didn't make the cut:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really really love this dress, but I can only wear one...so this didn't make the cut</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My family really liked this dress, but the train was too short for me and it was too simple</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like the pleating on this dress and the train, but wasn't that big of a fan</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my DREAM dress, from <a href="http://rachelnkellar.blogspot.com/2012/05/dress-shopping-1.html" target="_blank">that last post</a>.<br />
Obviously the mermaid look didn't work here but it's not custom fit to my body.<br />
The family did not like this dress, but this does look similar to the dress I will be wearing.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I took some time following my 2 day dress fest and thought about each dress. Then I looked in the pictures at the dresses....because at the end of the day all you will do it look at the pictures right? If it didn't look good in pictures I didn't want to consider it. If the details that I loved about it didn't come out in the photos, I didn't want to pick it. I had a freak out moment that my MOH, Shaena, helped me through when I thought I needed to find another dress because none of the ones I tried on where 'The One'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And finally I made up my mind. I am getting the dress I tried on in Amarillo with my fiance's sister. I loved that dress the minute I put it on and I love that my future Sister-in-Law was there to pick it out with me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And then this website came in to my e-mail inbox from my uncle: <a href="http://www.dressilyme.com/">www.dressilyme.com</a> I quickly visited this site (as I hope you will) and I noticed almost every dress I tried on is on this website! (expect for the LuLu dresses) Even my Amarillo dress! And this website isn't charging me the $1200 Amarillo is charging. It's only $200!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'm thinking this is too good to be true! But I'll let you know when I get my dress. I totally ordered it! I ordered standard size from dressilyme and I'll have the alternations done here. If I don't like it, I have 5 days to return it (returns are easier if you order standard size). Not a lot of time to return, but it will be in here in 20 days so I'll have plenty of time for pictures! All the salons I went to said it would take 3-6 months to get in. Hopefully Dressilyme works out and I don't have to order from a boutique because it will definitely be a RUSH order! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Wish me luck!</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Living Life to the Fullest in a white dress!</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">-Rachel</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've given up! Ok, maybe I haven't given up but I am surrendering. I surrender all wedding planning to my wedding coordinator. It's hard enough trying to please everyone, but it's even harder trying to please them while I'm 300 miles away. My amazing fiance keeps reminding me that it doesn't matter what everyone else wants, all that matters is what I want. But I'm not that person. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Believe it or not, I'm a giver. I don't think I've always been a giver, but more recently I've put others before myself. I'm trying to live a 'saint-like' life so I guess that's why. But at the end of the day it's like "DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT I JUST DID FOR YOU! HELLO!! A LITTLE CREDIT HERE" But I'm not getting that credit and it's not important that I do. It's more important to be an example of service and faith. My boss suggested I read this book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Nazareth-Pope-Benedict-XVI/dp/0385523416" target="_blank">Jesus of Nazareth</a>, so hopefully that will provide some insight for me. How did Jesus handle always being the good guy? I know he threw that fit in the temple, but on an everyday basis, how did he suck it up and keep on keeping on?</span><br />
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Patron Saint of Brides<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My fiance is also a giver and sometimes we clash. For example: He had a 5 gallon jug of gasoline and offered to put it in my car (free gas!) and I said "no, no, put it in your truck". And he was hurt that I didn't take his offering. But I thought I was sacrificing and putting him first. It was funny when we talked about it at the end of the day, he told me "if someone offers you something you take it". He has told me that before so I guess I'm not getting the message. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Got off track there, sorry. So I'm hiring a wedding coordinator! That way everyone can get mad at <strong>her</strong> if they don't get their way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As I interviewed her I asked a few questions: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">a) <strong>What about your job do you love?</strong> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> her answer: "the details, I love each and every detail coming together to create your wedding. I love your happiness at the end of the day" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">GREAT answer. I'm a detail person and it's the details of this wedding that are driving me crazy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">b) <strong>What is the one thing you notice brides always forget or overlook?</strong> <em>because I feel like I'm forgetting something</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> her answer: "When a bride hires me we are always on track and nothing falls between the cracks, but the one thing they don't do is take my advice. They hire me as a professional and don't listen to my professional advice so that's one flaw some brides have." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I thought that was a good honest answer. I could see myself telling her I know best and then my decision ruining the wedding. And what's the point of paying her 20% of our wedding budget if I can't let her do her job. Then I'll look like a fool TWICE! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I really do like this chick, so I'm pretty sure I'm going to hire her. Her fee is 20% of the wedding budget, but at this point I'm ok with that because this planning process is not fun for me right now. Knowing she's in charge will help keep things fun and relaxed!</span><br />
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Patron Saint of Young Brides<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <em>Living Life to the Fullest with a support team of dedicated women!</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">-Rachel</span></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-15429618872079693022012-06-01T11:08:00.000-07:002012-06-14T08:46:50.918-07:00Fresh Pickin'<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Spending time with the Farmer means picking wheat for my wedding centerpieces! </span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Living Life to the Fullest and finding inspiration all around!</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">-Rachel</span></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538713012919490645.post-83426676527050225692012-05-31T10:27:00.000-07:002012-06-14T08:47:13.817-07:00Dress Shopping #1<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I finally went wedding dress shopping! It was awful! Not completely awful, but not at all what I expected. With all my family events going on this weekend the only time available to shop was Sunday afternoon. Looking back it was really sad having to squeeze in wedding dress shopping like a chore or something. Next time I come to town I'm coming to dress shop and that's it! You only get to shop for a wedding dress one time, it should be a special experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The only dress stores open on Sunday are the big chains: David's Bridal and Alfred Angelo. David's Bridal is the closest to our house so I made a 3:30 appointment. Our sales associate was super nice and did a great job finding what I asked for and then finding what would look good on me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Let's refresh what I <em>thought</em> I wa</span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">nted: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1. Be sure the dress is interesting from the waist up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">2. no strapless</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">3. show shoulders</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">4. minimize booty</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">5. find comfort</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ya, #5 will be impossible. Wedding dresses are heavy, hot and incredibly uncomfortable!! I don't understand why, but everything I tried on caused me to sweat like a pig! I might have been having a Carrie Bradshaw moment, but I didn't break out in hives, so I think it was just the fabric and weight of each dress.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The first dress I tried on was an a-line dress,. The #4 request of minimize booty did not happen in this dress. It made my boobs look big and then made my tummy and booty look big, definitely not the style for me. It was comfortable, but strapless so it was out. Didn't even bother to take a picture in it...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This next dress was cool. It had a HUGE skirt, way too big, and the sales associate clipped the chest area awkward so it looks weird in the photo. But the skirt disconnects from the top and the top is actually a cocktail dress that is hidden under the skirt. I think it's a cute concept that would go well with the cowboy boots I want to wear at the reception. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I showed this dress to the Farmer and he didn't like it. His reaction was "It doesn't show off your curves". I love that he loves the part of me I dislike the most!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This was the dress I "liked the most". I didn't love any dress, but this one I liked the most:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wow! The lightening in there is awful. When my mom took these pictures she took them sitting down, so I look SUPER FAT. Which is why I'm eating a salad for lunch today. Here I was thinking I didn't want something form fitting, but the Farmer is right, this look is great on me, I think. I love the straps and boob coverage but would need it taken in under the chest to show I do have a waist. This was full lace with a few beads and sequins on the train and bust. I'm concerned the beads will catch on carpet or any flooring and cause the train to skip while I'm walking down the aisle instead of flow smoothly ya know? I do love this veil.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So it wasn't the best shopping trip, but the dresses were only $850 so maybe if we find some higher quality dresses it will be the fit and style I'm looking for. I'm researching Dallas boutiques and the designers they carry. I came across this La Sposa dress that I love. It is a Spanish designer, as in Barcelona Spain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I do love this dress from <a href="http://www.splasposa.com/vestidos-novia/nueva-coleccion-costura/" target="_blank">La Sposa</a>. It highlights the curves, but keeps them soft and romantic. I've always wanted a veil with the lace trim and this is just over the top! This dress isn't that interesting in the bust area and there are no straps, so we'll have to try it on to see what I think. I know this designer is in a Dallas area bridal boutique so I might call ahead to be sure they have this dress in stock!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">If I'm doing the calculations right, it can take up to 6 months to get your dress in and altered, so I need to have a dress by the end of August. Eek! Pray for me!</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Living Life to the Fullest, just not in a wedding dress yet....</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">-Rachel</span></em><br />
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