tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88725527300593061022024-03-12T22:39:50.111-05:00upwardasia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-2557983758064055292012-09-27T09:40:00.002-05:002012-09-27T09:40:45.329-05:00how does your garden grow?I went out to my garden the other day to find these little babies peeking out, looking for some sunshine.<br />
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I was ecstatic.<br />
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<br />asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-30593185653854476672012-09-19T08:34:00.001-05:002012-09-19T08:47:05.108-05:00living room updateThis post is primarily about the pictures (and proof that I have been working on the house). I've spent the last several months working on the place, but at a snail's pace. Some things here and there when the urge strikes. But I'm okay with that. Well, sort of. On one hand, not stressing myself out over it and switching from task to task as the mood hits keeps me happy about doing the work. On the other hand, I wish it were flippin done already! I just have to remind myself to take deep breaths. Enjoy the process. Crank some music up and paint, paint, paint. Or move some furniture around and watch my vision for a room come together. I do think the process of it is much more gratifying than getting someone else to do it. I like to look around the house and know that I gave those walls a face lift. We knocked those hideous beams down. We ripped up ALL the stinky carpet and druuuuuuug it outside. I like this process and it's okay that it's taking me a lot longer than I anticipated. But where am I going with this? I promised you pictures!<br />
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Boyfriend finally got the pool table he's been wanting, and I got the living room/dining area I've been wanting. If you'll remember, I showed you how desperate things looked right before we moved in (<a href="http://asiamariehinshaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/sad-state-of-affairs.html" target="_blank">here</a>). I also have the before, before photos of when my dad first moved into the house. (He lived here for a couple years before we did)<br />
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<li>Replace coffee table with two storage ottomans</li>
<li>Replace temporary art above table with a secret project</li>
<li>Fill the fireplace with candles (like the one <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/183592122280700455/" target="_blank">here</a>)</li>
<li>Get Boyfriend's desk organized (in two shots you can see it in the corner)</li>
<li>Do something about the curtains. I don't know what.</li>
<li>New chairs for the table</li>
<li>Paint the inside of the fireplace where it's all dingy?</li>
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That's enough of a list for now! Any suggestions for my evolving space? Please don't be to critical, I'm not sure I can take it yet. ;)</div>
asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-88794424874911585092012-09-15T08:25:00.001-05:002012-09-15T08:25:50.896-05:00real food confession #2I cheated big time. On purpose. And I do not regret it one bit. So there.<br />
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Last night, my friend Sarah, who I affectionately call Care Bear and sometimes refer to as Soulmate Sarah (because she is), and her boyfriend Taylor came over for movie night. Traditionally our movie nights are chock full of junk food and we PIG OUT. It's so much easier to do in your own home without the shame of carrying five boxes of candy, popcorn, hot dogs, and sodas past snickering movie-goers. Ok so the snickering may be a part of my imagination. Movie night at home brings welcome freedom where we can eat an entire bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos dipped in bean dip. We can shove handfuls of Sour Patches, Reese's Pieces, and gummy bears in our mouths. I can open the ice cream I bought to follow my rules and pour Reese's Pieces in the carton and eat it straight out of the pint, with no one to shame me except for Boyfriend who is too busy scarfing sour licorice to notice.<br />
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Mind you, I actually prepared for movie night with a boat load of real food. I did start out on the right foot. (I accidentally typed <i>food</i> there first...) We had roasted chicken, quinoa, hominy, and green beans. I bought ice cream that follows my rules (Haggen Dazs, people) in hopes of staying away from the boxes of candy I knew Sarah would have with her. But then she surprised me with the Nacho Cheese Doritos and bean dip. You guys. This is one of my favorite junk food pairings of all time. I blame Jennifer. She introduced me to the duo in the fourth grade when we went to Corpus Christi with my family. We stopped at a gas station on the way, and that's what she bought for her road trip food. My life hasn't been the same since. Enter Sarah last night with what she knew to be one of my most beloved snacks. It was a sign. Divine intervention with the very clear message that we should of course continue to bond over junk food and silly movies. I obliged.<br />
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So we ate. And ate. And ate. And ate. We also screamed A LOT. Sarah and I sat hugged up on the couch for 2 hours and watched Elizabeth Olsen become a terrified crying mess while locked in her own house and tormented by a creepy little girl and and some kind of swamp creature man. That movie scared the mess out of us. We loved it. The boys said they liked it too, but they never screamed so I don't know if I believe them.<br />
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Sarah and me at the Twilight marathon and Breaking Dawn: Part One midnight premiere. You better believe we had our fair share of food this day. 12 hours in the theater! It was so awesome.asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-42603692937786890762012-09-11T08:00:00.000-05:002012-09-11T11:09:28.720-05:00real food confession #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm hungry. ALL THE TIME. I thought cutting out processed foods, and what I'd call fillers in dog food, was supposed to leave you feeling satisfied longer. I am insatiable. Especially at night. Last night I ate dinner twice. That's two times people. Uno, dos.<br />
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Between 6:00 and 8:30 I ordered two plates of food at two separate locations. First I had a big bowl of bow tie pasta with eggplant, basil, tomato, garlic, and marinara sauce. Supper yummy! Two hours later I was ravenous. AGAIN. So I ordered street tacos (from a restaurant). And, oh yeah, I cheated. Though I'm pretty confident the corn tortillas pass my rules, they tasted far too delicious to have simply been warmed up. I'm fairly certain they were coated in grease and essentially fried on the griddle before being filled with, oh I don't know, 1/2 pound of shredded brisket. GAH. Did I mention like any good street tacos, they were piled with cilantro and onions.Then with my heavy hand, doused in tomatillo sauce. So good.</div>
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I also tasted a teeny tiny bite of the cilantro lime rice that came with the tacos. Not so good. A few weeks back I made cilantro lime rice I ruined so bad I cried, and it tasted better. Ignoring the mound of flavorless white rice was not very difficult. Thank God because I'd already cheated on purpose about 7 hours earlier. And that rice was worth it. Scold me if you must--I don't care.</div>
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So, if anyone knows why I want to eat like a horse now, please share. Also, let's not be too hard on me about the rice. And tortillas. This week is going to be much better. (As long as my mom doesn't stock the <a href="http://asiamariehinshaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-confession-to-make.html" target="_blank">office candy jar</a> with Snickers. Geez.)</div>
asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-54339998649385207232012-09-06T08:55:00.000-05:002012-09-11T07:51:11.613-05:00the REAL FOOD challengeI was trying to think of a clever way to start this post. Apparently writing in the morning, before breakfast, isn't the best idea. So you're stuck with this. Besides, I'd really rather cut to the chase and tell you about my self-imposed challenge this month.<br />
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For a few months, I have been declaring running goals only to fail miserably by the end of the month because I hadn't run once. Well, ok, I ran <i>once</i> in August. For approximately 12 minutes. Far from my goal to increase my run time to 30 minutes. So instead of issuing yet another running goal, I turned to food. This is the month of real food. Originally I was calling it clean eating, but I'm vaguely aware of reading a clean eating menu once and it mainly consisted of grilled chicken and vegetables. While that sounds appealing for a meal, an entire month of it sounds horrible. So, real food it is.<br />
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My basic rule is this: if I could make it, I can eat it. That's not to say I have to. Take Triscuits for example. The box lists three ingredients: whole grain soft white winter wheat, soybean oil, and salt. I don't have a clue where to find whole grain soft white winter wheat, but as none of those words appear to be foreign, and I can pronounce them all, I deem it passable. If you'd like to dispute this, you can go ahead and try, but I'll probably tell you to make your own rules and break them, and leave mine alone. ;)<br />
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So far I've made everything I've eaten. Sort of. This is the part where I would normally insert photos. Unfortunately for you, the meals I prepared looked so delicious that I scarfed them down before I could remember to take a picture. Sorry. I will try to remember to snap some photos as the month goes on. For now, you'll have to make due with the images in your head. Also, I didn't start this challenge on September 1st. Boyfriend and I were in East Texas with my family, and I was not about to miss my aunt's pea salad (which is loaded with Miracle Whip), ramen noodle cole slaw, or the ranch dip for veggies. I started Monday, September 3. Officially, it will be a four week plus one day challenge. It's good enough, people.<br />
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What I've had so far:<br />
<b>Monday:</b> coffee, grapes egg salad (made with greek yogurt instead of mayo), spicy shrimp pasta<br />
<b>Tuesday:</b> coffee; boiled egg; apple; spicy shrimp pasta and salad; roasted chicken with green beans, green chile mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob<br />
<b>Wednesday:</b> coffee; boiled egg; apple; roasted chicken with green chile mashed potatoes and corn on the cob; nachos made with blue corn tortilla chips, cheese, black beans, green onions, tomatoes, and shredded chicken.<br />
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I've just realized that while the ingredients on the chips pass, they break my other rule of no fried foods. Hmmm. Well, I forgot, okay? So sue me.<br />
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For accountability purposes (and let's face it, so I don't forget again) here are the rules enumerated:<br />
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1. Fresh food (easily found by sticking to the perimeter of the grocery store)<br />
2. If it comes in a package I have to be able to identify the ingredients and they cannot include: enriched, hydrogenated, or high fructose corn syrup.<br />
3. No fried foods<br />
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I basically eliminated fast food, sodas, and "easy" snacks, which had become a regular part of my diet. It doesn't sound too difficult, but I've already cheated at least once. Hah! Wish me luck.<br />
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<i>ps: I also remembered to take all my reusable grocery bags when I went to the store, so I got an extra pat on the back.</i><br />
<br />asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-68095617036320536282012-09-03T21:48:00.000-05:002012-09-11T07:51:31.943-05:00THE list.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You guys. I thought when you cross things off a to-do list, the list is supposed to shrink. Mine is growing. Seriously growing. Anyone know where I can find a team of fairies to come to my house and knock out all the items on my list? I make a mean chocolate cream pie, and I'm willing to trade.<br />
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If you don't know any fairies, perhaps you can just write me sweet messages of encouragement on a daily basis. There won't be any chocolate pie, but I'm sure you'll get a warm fuzzy feeling for thinking of me.<br />
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<br />asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-79504913037258133592012-08-17T17:57:00.000-05:002012-08-17T17:57:38.353-05:00rut.<i>(fair warning....this was a stream-of-consciousness-get-it-all-journal-entry type thing. that is to say, it's a bit jumpy and might be difficult to follow. so...sorryforya.)</i><br />
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I started this blog on a whim. You've probably never read <a href="http://asiamariehinshaw.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html" target="_blank">this</a>, but that's where it all started. Brilliant piece of writing, I know. I wrote sporadically...when an idea hit me...generally on a monthly basis. What I really loved to do was stalk other blogs. I'm in love with <a href="http://www.younghouselove.com/" target="_blank">YHL</a>, <a href="http://www.kendieveryday.com/" target="_blank">Kendi</a>, and <a href="http://www.thedaybookblog.com/" target="_blank">Sydney</a>. I mention them in casual conversation as if they're friends of mine (that's not creepster, right?!). There are a handful of others that I adore, but I keep coming back to those three no matter what. They inspired me to do more. So I did. For a little while. I fancy myself a writer so I thought it'd be easy to keep coming up with wonderful things to write about and I could really let my creative juices flow. You know what? It's not. Life gets in the way. I'm still in a rut if you want to know the truth. I've had writer's block for about nine months. Maybe you just thought I was prego and on a mommy hiatus. I'm not. Nor was I.<br />
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What I am is a creator. A crafter, wanna be writer, photographer, designer, jill-of-all-trades. Whether I'm writing, sewing, gluing, cutting, painting–I create. It's what I do. And I've been ignoring that. Don't you do that? You know you're happiest when you eat well, exercise, make time for the things you love...and you just don't do it. I've complied list upon list of thing I want to make, and my lists just keeps getting longer. I've done very little, and I think it's time for that to stop. But here's the thing. My "space" looks like this:<br />
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<li>A general cleaning is in order</li>
<li>I need space for crafts</li>
<li>Space for my sewing machine and related projects would be nice</li>
<li>And of course, space for items from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/maryandnell" target="_blank">mary&nell</a></li>
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It certainly doesn't sound too hard. Maybe Santa will bring it for Christmas.<br />
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I'm a little late to this party, but I've been vying for a pair of colored jeans for a while now. They are just so darn cute on everybody else. So I made some. There. Done. Mission accomplished. Though, now I find myself wanting more. I may have started down a road I am not prepared for, as an obsession has definitely taken root. Violet. Yellow. Pastel Green. Lilac. Cobalt. I could keep going. Oh pretty colored jeans...I have a wonderful place for you to live and be loved. Right in my closet.<br />
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When I showed Boyfriend my <strike>new</strike> improved pants (who loved them almost as much as I do...ok not quite that much, but he did like them), I started babbling about how many pairs of colored jeans I wanted and how fun it would be to dye several pair and began rattling of the shades I was lusting for. I was immediately met with a blank stare and two simple questions, "So, you're going to buy a bunch of white jeans so you can dye them? Why don't you just buy colored jeans?" Hmmmm....good point Boyfriend. <br />
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found <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?BR=f21&Category=Promo_Colored_Denim&ProductID=2000034751&VariantID=037" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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found <a href="http://www.zappos.com/product/7947599/color/30117" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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found <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/mother-the-looker-skinny-stretch-jeans/3307480?origin=category&resultback=5973" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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and <a href="http://www.michaelkors.com/p/MICHAEL-Michael-Kors-MICHAEL-Michael-Kors-Jewel-Tone-Skinny-Jeans-JEANS-PANTS/prod16120001_cat18018_cat102_/?index=3&cmCat=cat000000cat102cat18018&isEditorial=false" target="_blank">these</a>. and <a href="http://www.ae.com/web/browse/product.jsp?productId=0436_7619_608&catId=cat5560007&bundleCatId=cat5650170" target="_blank">these</a>. and <a href="http://www.express.com/zelda-colored-jean-legging-43892-988/index.pro" target="_blank">these</a>. and <a href="http://store.delias.com/item.do?itemID=57225&categoryID=2464" target="_blank">these</a>.<br />
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Can't. Get. Enough.asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-16161407323586366042012-03-28T19:31:00.000-05:002012-03-28T19:31:12.319-05:00sweet little chicken monkeyI'm in love. In love with a younger man. Shocking confession, I know, but I just can't resist his chubby little cheeks and sweet juicy little lips. Part of my heart now lives with him, 800 miles away. Oh my sweet little buby, your aunt sure does love you.<br />
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<i>PS: Don't worry if the title makes no sense to you...it probably wouldn't unless you were in the room with my sister and I as we laughed hysterically at our delirious baby nickname ramblings.</i></div>
<br />asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-25214417966804050452012-03-20T20:16:00.002-05:002012-03-21T08:43:40.557-05:00kitchen reveal...sort ofSometimes I think I may be part bear-I can hibernate with the best of them. (My recent months of blogging-or lack thereof-should provide you with evidence of that fact.) But then I think about several other factors-size, teeth, claws, the rather ferocious amount of hair found on bears...and it's pretty clear that I'm not part bear at all.<br />
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As for what I've been up to during my recent hibernation period, allow me to lure your back to my little part of the web with a little home update.<br />
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If you'll recall, Boyfriend and I had recently taken on a huge project (found <a href="http://asiamariehinshaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/sad-state-of-affairs.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://asiamariehinshaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-you-mamie-eisenhower.html" target="_blank">here</a>, and <a href="http://asiamariehinshaw.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-little-things.html" target="_blank">here</a>). This house. Blah. Blah, blah, blah. My hat's off to all you DIY pros for making it look so easy. It's soooo not. But I didn't start this post to complain to you about the seemingly endless to-do list...I started this post to share some of our progress, however slow it may be. Allow me to take you back...<br />
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Our kitchen as we first came to know her. F to the ugly.<br />
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Please keep in mind that I did say progress...meaning this project hasn't wrapped. However, it has been improved upon.<br />
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Before:<br />
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Thank you oil rubbed bronze spray paint. You're my new favorite.asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-33235805065581959962011-09-21T15:07:00.000-05:002011-09-21T15:07:20.560-05:00selena gomez, beer, and puppies.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yup. That about covers it.</div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh, and if anyone isn't feeling sorry for me yet, this should help. I still have to pack up our. entire. house. Sad face, people. Sad face. <a href="http://pinterest.com/asiahinshaw/home-sweet-home/" target="_blank">This place</a> is pretty much the only thing that keeps me going. That and the cold beer I'm about to abandon you for.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shoedazzle.com/invite/1no40eqm8h"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouHHn_Im0JHjlmDV9iu9mRRJU4ruZqD2hhLrHxPyyZPmPUqNJ5xRiRFT19IWlHa4Ia2quf1m6deAun9THIaok6t8rXlwDP5Yi9zmJg40AFWdY2SWhvqnC2owpqs4J5MG0bIOzOzNnnbI/s400/Cleary+boot.jpg" width="400" /><span id="goog_1401842703"></span></a><a href="http://www.shoedazzle.com/invite/1no40eqm8h"><span id="goog_1401842704"></span><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQMXqwhEgZNL65VuZQAvsbOgEleJDNcy_9Pu58rpJKph2-DMM_EM4Lh2zTvskW5JYPKwL84CTS_9B6mNNuNJp4IHjPE16e7H0-rlsGIJKuvMhpBpgjLqnGkeSAWiJxxS0OJsMU8ZVwEs/s400/Cleary+boot2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>And I've been window shopping for weeks now. I even put a couple outfits together in hopes of impressing you.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/fall_weekends/set?id=36521784"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Uiwmx5ZQbyaG9DdCpuTE8KvCJwuKffdCDIk4mb1mvnpSHjpKmYJlHAqjUoLCnGu1Z-p-CSQ12rYjWxVrmz2u5T-e823sI-7ePFMhxoyj-wVuZfUJq4_sBZAPaJ1cne9kZlb3sFL14Zc/s320/fall+weekends+-+Polyvore.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/winter_neutrals/set?id=36527398"><img border="0" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJbNeIpQMOa-ngLk-zoCuUR-pOLLza9_6zVuzQil499vmGFZXfirxxd1bJ2jNqFMTovvS0CDpVh4JdWkP19W44hgjTRECxhmIxAj9lGnpMR1kEcpvDcOLsHVH1oDuKeShikD-iRZylPs/s320/winter+neutrals+-+Polyvore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I'd really like to believe this cold front is the beginning of a wonderful relationship...and not just a tease. Stay a while, wontcha? <br />
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On another note guys, you have to visit <a href="http://www.shoedazzle.com/invite/1no40eqm8h">ShoeDazzle</a>. It's kind of amazing. It's basically a shoe of the month club, except there are also purses and jewelry. You take a style quiz, and every month there is a showroom personalized for you! If you don't like anything in your showroom that month (or just received your cell phone bill and realize you need to cut back on something, eeek!) you can always opt out for the month. AND you don't pay anything until your first purchase. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">[I've been looking at showrooms for months people and just made the leap today]</span></i> Oh, and did I mention, if the shoes don't fit (or you don't like 'em once you get 'em) just send those puppies back and exchange for another pair! Do I sound like I work for them? Cuz I totally don't–I'm just super excited. Wanna know the very best part?! It's $39.95. Thrity nine dollars and ninety five cents! That's it. That's all you pay. Every month. For a new pair of shoes. Shut the front door.asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-14860242865059958682011-08-25T11:04:00.000-05:002011-08-25T11:04:35.547-05:00idioms anyone?I guess it's time to spill the beans about our moving plans.<br />
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We're moving.<br />
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Whew. There. I said it. Cat's out of the bag. The lid's come off. It's out in the open. It's no longer under...well you get the picture.<br />
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We're not going far, but we are moving out of our beloved little neighborhood for the time being. Basically, we were faced with an offer we just couldn't refuse [please re-read that sentence in a Godfather voice, k thanks]. Bigger house, less rent. And since we're such smart cookies, we jumped on the opportunity. The hope is that we'll be able to get some money socked away sooner, buy a house, and move back to our beloved little neighborhood.<br />
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But it's not all peaches and cream over here. The house is kind of a disaster area, so we've got to get cracking if we're gonna get it in ship shape before we move in. Not to mention we're cuttin' it pretty close, considering we've got less than two months before our deadline. That may seem like a piece of cake, but Boyfriend and I do have full-time jobs. So we'll be burning the midnight oil for weeks to come.<br />
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At the end of this, I'll be in dire need of a manicure, a massage, and a couple drinks.<br />
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Any <strike>skilled laborers</strike> volunteers to help us on our race against time to get our new house in order??? Anyone?asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-56358883864019789142011-08-05T16:36:00.000-05:002011-08-05T16:36:10.286-05:00thank you mamie eisenhower<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thank you for this.</div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Also, if you're wondering, I will be there again tonight. And tomorrow. And the next day. And so on.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cross your pretty little fingers and perhaps I'll get to divulge a complete update soon. I have a several photos just as scary as these.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Excited yet?</span>asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-25516591372762911032011-07-30T08:55:00.000-05:002011-07-30T08:55:14.128-05:00two things you know nothing about & banana bread<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCI5hRSBkZE9un8Rs9ml9CxbYwVvmgBwJqdq4uRhCILH4xnIxF3575AM2UvVa2hnebonPvVWg_zNr_alUFRncPwqU-loLPeroHNFeEYm3xHW3yvlrk-4xDg7hEvgTECFpajRZb9JR5YI/s1600/DSC02766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCI5hRSBkZE9un8Rs9ml9CxbYwVvmgBwJqdq4uRhCILH4xnIxF3575AM2UvVa2hnebonPvVWg_zNr_alUFRncPwqU-loLPeroHNFeEYm3xHW3yvlrk-4xDg7hEvgTECFpajRZb9JR5YI/s400/DSC02766.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I just made banana bread. On a Saturday morning. Before 8 o'clock.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25X_cUR4zfukCscrFsxv5TqFUzFI78OAxlg8u8jf2yyaKoLQWS-CuoF9nLe9E6KcMehzglx5y-zlBlq0czfRTdD7TDd7t4_kZHM9dkX6GxH47yAYwmk4wv0bfOD0K4H2QqD7iHYo1k4w/s1600/DSC02765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25X_cUR4zfukCscrFsxv5TqFUzFI78OAxlg8u8jf2yyaKoLQWS-CuoF9nLe9E6KcMehzglx5y-zlBlq0czfRTdD7TDd7t4_kZHM9dkX6GxH47yAYwmk4wv0bfOD0K4H2QqD7iHYo1k4w/s400/DSC02765.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'd say I officially rock. Or rule. Or am a domestic princess turned queen. My crown's in the mail folks. I have to send a special shout-out to GerRee for the inspiration. That is to say, when she was up super early (before the sun, I think) a couple weeks ago she made banana bread before the hubbers even woke up, and it appears I'm on track to do the same today with Boyfriend. But had she not mentioned it to me, I'm certain the thought wouldn't have popped into my head this morning. At 6:30. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[sidenote: I've been steadily working on home improvement projects that I will breakdown for you later, but for now just know I have broken nearly every nail in that awkward imgonnaripyournailbelowthequick kinda way. And Left Hand Pointer Finger Nail, or LHPFN for short, keeps folding in half when I type. Ok, that was more like a side-story, but it's really buggin the shit outta me.]</span> </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Boyfriend will be so excited when he wakes to the smell of fresh baked banana bread and macadamia nut coffee wafting through the house. In fact, he'll probably put a rush on that crown just to make sure it gets here super quick and people aren't under the assumption I'm still a lowly domestic princess. (For good measure I'll go ahead a fry some bacon too.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It also comes to mind that had GerRee and I not taken our TV challenge <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[another topic I have yet to discuss-bad blogger!]</span>,</i> I might have just sauntered into the living room, plopped on the sofa, and fallen under the spell of crap MTV before even coming out of my sleep fog. It also helps that I'm uber excited and motivated to work on the aforementioned, but not elaborate upon, house projects. So there. Two things you know nothing about are the reason I'm blathering on at 7:30 in the morning. Aren't you happy I decided to share this with you? I know I am. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Update: I did in fact fry bacon. Boyfriend was pleasantly surprised by the banana bread. Ok, let's face it-he was shocked! Also, I fixed Boyfriend's necklace, which has been on the to-do list for months. And I repaired the dress form Mary got me, so I can shoot stock photos for mary&nell. Yipee!</span>asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-22163177449337087582011-07-20T13:36:00.001-05:002011-07-20T13:36:04.380-05:00what my summer is missing<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><div style='position:relative;width:500px;height:500px;'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/what_my_summer_is_missing/set?.embedder=2652047&.mid=embed&id=34305745'><img force='1' border='0' height='500' title='what my summer is missing' src='http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/34305745/id/mjnK--6y4BGduDTwvhX51Q/size/x.jpg' alt='what my summer is missing' width='500'/></a></div><br/><div><small><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/what_my_summer_is_missing/set?.embedder=2652047&.mid=embed&id=34305745'>what my summer is missing</a> by <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.embedder=2652047&.mid=embed&id=2652047&name=asia.marie'>asia.marie</a> featuring <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/18_karat_gold_jewelry/shop?query=18+karat+gold+jewelry'>18 karat gold jewelry</a></small></div><small><div style='padding-top:16px'><p style='clear:both;margin:0em;padding:0px'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/thing.outbound?.embedder=2652047&.mid=embed-imagelist&id=35706062' rel='nofollow'><img force='1' height='50' style='border:1px solid #cccccc;margin:0 8px 8px 0;padding:2px;background-color:#ffffff;' src='http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/35706062.jpg' hspace='4' align='left' width='50'/></a><div style='margin-bottom:8px'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/thing.outbound?.embedder=2652047&.mid=embed-imagelist&id=35706062' rel='nofollow'>Dorothy Perkins green top</a><br/>£26 - 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net-a-porter.com<br/><br style='display:none'/></div></p><p style='clear:both;margin:0em;padding:0px'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/thing.outbound?.embedder=2652047&.mid=embed-imagelist&id=37349607' rel='nofollow'><img force='1' height='50' style='border:1px solid #cccccc;margin:0 8px 8px 0;padding:2px;background-color:#ffffff;' src='http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/37349607.jpg' hspace='4' align='left' width='50'/></a><div style='margin-bottom:8px'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/thing.outbound?.embedder=2652047&.mid=embed-imagelist&id=37349607' rel='nofollow'>Emilio Pucci 1950s</a><br/>fashion.1stdibs.com<br/><br style='display:none'/></div></p></div></small></div>asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-58989263482948858432011-07-14T16:32:00.000-05:002011-07-14T16:32:05.935-05:00I'm no longer awkward!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's true. Writing about my awkwardness and awesomeness must be helping me rid myself of the awkward elements because I just can't think of any. Seriously. The totally random dream I had about a totally random person doesn't count. (no, I'm not telling you.) And I don't think getting swamp ass at work counts either. (it's Texas in. the. summer.) And neither does dropping the F bomb in front of your friend's small children you haven't seen in well over a year...and then doing it again. Ok, so maybe those do count. Damn. I guess I'm not losing any awkwardness.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fine. Then on to awesome. I'm awesome. Nuff said.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, and The Help [thanks Seester!]. And Harry Potter movie marathons. Oh, and Rahr brewery. And $5 pizza with garlic butter sauce! Awesome!!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And now for a little mary&nell lookbook teaser <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">[everyone likes pretty pictures, right?]</span></i>:</div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'd say I have a case of the Mondays, but it's Wednesday. So, I don't know what I have. If it was Monday, then I would be sharing these photos on the day they took place, albeit four hours ahead of time, in which case it's really like I've traveled back in time. Maybe I do have a case of the Mondays...</div>asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-5250148340866606182011-07-07T14:09:00.000-05:002011-07-07T14:09:18.855-05:00Yo peeps, it's Thursday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uhxXHh6vfAd9qh127kX12fCpgfUPjB6rgNno_fP0fAmlmOQDRvq1euIwcYbXMWPIRtPxN4PsuWG2Q9kABqs6R5zmt8Zod76G-yHsraDdMGloYE-SyOw_6WERAbEhAn6MibXuCmgxmj4/s1600/DSC02393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uhxXHh6vfAd9qh127kX12fCpgfUPjB6rgNno_fP0fAmlmOQDRvq1euIwcYbXMWPIRtPxN4PsuWG2Q9kABqs6R5zmt8Zod76G-yHsraDdMGloYE-SyOw_6WERAbEhAn6MibXuCmgxmj4/s400/DSC02393.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5LFwfRt2Iy4fhqS3MnVp7rgqVESw3nKViZQb8mZyuyvO54C1hL4nTeLaAf4J2wQpN_WoX7OyJy-kndAK8yP08qo_nsYLrhwfZT9NcCnIwFMrCRG-19RbOqf7u-no8CWOeAUZSMCLQhs/s1600/DSC02413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5LFwfRt2Iy4fhqS3MnVp7rgqVESw3nKViZQb8mZyuyvO54C1hL4nTeLaAf4J2wQpN_WoX7OyJy-kndAK8yP08qo_nsYLrhwfZT9NcCnIwFMrCRG-19RbOqf7u-no8CWOeAUZSMCLQhs/s640/DSC02413.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Awkward</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. Imagining me saying "yo peeps" outloud</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. Adding up the amount of time you spend per week watching TV. Yeah, go ahead. I dare you.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3. Laughing HYSTERICALLY at Melissa and Joey while Boyfriend makes his "this is lame" face.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4. When other people notice you laughing at jokes from their completely separate, often private, conversation. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. The high-pitched squeals that escape every time you mention how close the Harry Potter release is! </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Awesome</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. Visits from GerRee!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. Tapatias. Mmmmmmmm (asada tacos are THE BEST)</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3. Making my first sale on <a href="http://maryandnell.etsy.com/">Etsy</a>! Woot woot!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4. New jobs! (not me, but awesome anyway!)</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. New babies! (again not me, but yay Chad and Steph! Tripp Lawson, born July 4th!)</span>asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-16477385979587494362011-07-06T14:39:00.007-05:002011-07-07T15:10:15.899-05:00mary miles & jo nell hinshaw<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hi. Remember when I hinted to you about my special project? Of course you don't...that was over a month ago. You can catch up <a href="http://asiamariehinshaw.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-working-on-special-project.html">here</a>. I'll wait.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">K, back on the same page? Well guess what?! I did it. I launched my very own Etsy shop, and I named her <a href="http://maryandnell.etsy.com/">mary&nell</a>. After bouncing several ideas around <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>[I was convinced for a while that the name had to include the word ninja]</i></span>, I decided to name her after two very important women–my grandmothers.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The naming process happened over a few beers at a local pub. (ok, so no one here say pub...but that shouldn't stop me, right?!) Boyfriend and I were sipping on Shiners while I jabbered on about what I could name my shop. It went something like this:</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"It should totally have ninja in the name."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Uh, ok."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Seriously, because ninjas are cool. And I'm a ninja. A shopping ninja."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Sure."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"You don't think so?"</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Ummmm...do what you want, babe. It's your shop." (That's boy for, No I don't think so. It's a terrible idea, but I don't want to tell you that and argue. I just want to sit here and enjoy my beer)</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"I knooow....but what do you think? I really need you're input."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"No, I don't think it should say anything about ninjas. You should probably think about why you're doing this and what it means."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Enter blank stare.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Boyfriend is a genius for a couple reasons: #1. His advice is spot on. Of course I didn't need to give the shop some silly moniker because at that moment I thought it was kinda cute. It needed substance. #2. Boyfriend got me to quit yammering about some silly name and could enjoy his Shiner.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, there I sat, staring at my boy genius considering the advice he had just given me, and I had to be real with myself. Ninjas, however cool they are, had nothing to do with my shop. Drat! Somewhere between beer one and three I came to the conclusion that I wanted my shop name to be actual names. At that point, the naming process happened pretty quickly...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My grandmothers were probably two of the most influential people of the crafty/creative/artistic side of me. I grew up exploring my maternal grandmother's shop, where she made her living as a seamstress. My grandmother, Mary would make all of us granddaughters nightgowns and dolls and all sorts of things that lit up little girls' eyes. She would even help me with sewing projects of my own. Mary now runs a general store out of the that same shop, its contents ranging from four sack aprons <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">[the cutest things ever]</span></i> to books to small groceries and sodas. I have always admired her crafting and sewing abilities as well as her head for business. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I never knew my paternal grandmother, Jo Nell, but I have felt close to her my entire life. I grew up in the house she and my grandfather (more affectionately known as Bapa) built and raised my dad and aunt in. Many of her belongings lived in the back room of the house. Her sewing machine, patterns, fabric, ribbons, charcoals, paints, drawings, and so on. My entire childhood and teen years were spent perusing, cataloging, and using her things. I would lose entire afternoons going through her supplies and giving them a new life. I drew with her charcoals, decorated with her ribbons, and sewed on her machine. In fact, her machine lives at my house, and I used it for over 20 years until I was gifted a new sewing machine this past Christmas.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Starting off, <a href="http://maryandnell.etsy.com/">mary&nell</a> is a vintage clothing shop where I hope to share handpicked items that I adore. Soon, I want to see some of my own handmade items in the shop, and eventually menswear and homegoods. I certainly can't predict how mary&nell will grow and what it will become, but I hope naming her after these two amazing women will help to remind me what hard work and creativity look like. </div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's been three years since the fire that put my dad in the hospital, robbed us of our family home, and took the life of my beloved Scout. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>[</i></span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">If you don't have any idea what I'm talking about, you can read about it <a href="http://hinshawrising.blogspot.com/">here</a>.]</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I never really considered mourning the loss of a home. Certainly I had thought about mourning the loss of a pet, but I could have never imagined the depths of grief I would experience after the losing Scout and our Honeysuckle home. It's been three years, and though the wounds aren't raw anymore they are very much a part of me, wounds I feel may forever scar my heart. Three years later, this is what mourning looks like.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I still have dreams set at the Honeysuckle house. This phenomenon started happening about 10 months after the fire, and initially occurred at an alarming rate of five to seven times a week. Usually they have nothing to do with the house or the fire, it's just the setting.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I think of Scout often. Sometimes her name tries to come out when I call for Lucy or Latch (most especially that recent blonde addition). And though time has passed and the hole left in my heart has gotten smaller, I still miss her dearly.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The memory of dad on the ventilator is something that hasn't gotten much more bearable with time. It is a picture that still causes me to reach to God for support. Dad is fine. He's more than fine, actually. He's really great. There's just something about that first moment when I saw him hooked up to the machines fighting for his life, my mom at my side, my siblings not yet able to be there, feeling so very small and helpless...three years later that memory can break my heart all over again.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The conversation with GerRee. I remember looking at my feet, walking down the hallway, making my way outside, and trying to figure out how I was going to have that conversation with my sister. The one where I told her Dad was in the Parkland ICU Burn Unit and our family home had burned. The one where I tried not to freak her out and give her as many details as I could but I couldn't make my mind stop racing. The one where I would break my sister's heart. I remember getting to a place where I was sort of lost trying to relay information and just stopped. I didn't know what to say next. With very slow and deliberate speech, GerRee said "I need you to tell me the condition of our father." My feelings surrounding that conversation still make me squeeze my sister a little tighter every time I see her, and wish I could snuggle up to her and hold her hand more often. My sister. My heart.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Shortly after the fire, we also lost Bonnie. Somehow this gets thrown into the the big ol' mess of loss surrounding the fire. I guess because it sort of became a year of loss, the way things seemed to drag out. And that sweet, sweet family dog was very dear to all of us, most especially my dad. Bonnie's passing marked another sorrow in a year of so many ups and downs.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Writing about so much of this for the first time makes me realize I probably should have started a long time ago. I suppose it's been pretty cathartic to finally put some "pen to paper". But I certainly don't want to leave you with the impression that I'm some walking ball of grief 24/7. Like I said, mourning can be a sneaky monster, sometimes springing from nowhere. Sometimes springing from what would otherwise be pleasant memories, as was the case today. It's been three years, and even though there is still a fair amount of heartache, there is much more happiness. Our family has so much to be thankful for, and I am blessed to belong to a family that recognizes and appreciates that fact.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">To conclude this kind of a downer post <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>[so sorry]</i></span>, I will leave you with really cute photos I have close by. That'll make up for it, right?!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872552730059306102.post-90141699497025592742011-06-20T15:34:00.001-05:002011-06-21T13:30:23.912-05:00Forever 21<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Guess what? (You can do yourself a favor and pretend you’re Chandler when you’re reading the following sentence because it will sound better.) I am so NOT twenty-one anymore. I know, I know-huge revelation. You’d think I would remember this all the time, but there are occasions every few months when I forget or ignore the fact that I’m getting older, and my body does not like me when I stay up super late and have a few too many drinks. Neither does Boyfriend. In his words, “I don’t like you when you’re hungover.” You know what Boyfriend? Me neither!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It makes me slow. It makes me lazy(er than normal). It makes me eat junk food. It makes me waste a Saturday. It makes me a useless human being. A nauseous human being, at that. And nobody likes nausea.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, to make up for my completely-opposite-of-productive Saturday, I am posting a few months of photos that I’ve been meaning to share. They’re not all winners, but I feel bad for the ugly photos, so they’re in here too.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's awkward to adjust your bra and then notice Creepy McCreepster staring at you.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's awkward to laugh and noises that can only be described as sounding like a donkey come out. And it's in front of people. And they look at you and can only be thinking the same thing as you are, "that was awkward."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's awkward to pee with your cat staring at you.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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It's awesome to pour over a notebook of high school notes with a girlfriend and laugh at yourselves.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's awesome to order Chinese food with Boyfriend and not have to cook.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's awesome to watch <a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi4233010457/">this</a> trailer. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>[say it with me in a sing-songy voice] </i></span>Awwwwesoooome...</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's awesome when Puppy falls asleep in your arms.</div>asia marie @ upwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14037248690842753913noreply@blogger.com4