tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28649179538715675062024-03-06T12:02:56.011-08:00Piggy in the PuddleThis is my life and my art. Please feel free to peruse both...Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.comBlogger249125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-38298968861422609242012-09-30T20:03:00.002-07:002012-09-30T20:21:43.606-07:00Bring on the Brisk, Please!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's officially fall in most of the country. In San Diego, it's hard to enjoy the lingering heat of a mercurial summer, especially when around here the seasons are green and brown with no rainbow of foliage as enjoyed in my youth in Utah to speak of.<br />
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I have a special place in my heart and my budget for chai tea, an affinity for mountain shoulders robed in coats of many colors. Mom used to start making applesauce in the fall for us to open once the first snow arrived. As of now, chai tea is still on ice and apples are sliced fresh from the fridge.<br />
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I think someone forgot to tell the weather-maker that Autumn is awaited as it's supposed to be 90 degrees tomorrow and our sans-AC bedroom will make for another stifling, fan-stirring night of restlessness. I can't wait until a good sweater and hot drink are in order.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-1297727357980617852011-12-10T08:04:00.000-08:002011-12-12T08:19:07.021-08:00Places toTake a Warm Nap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just wanted to say hi. We hope you get to take a nap today.<br />
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From,<br />
Lilly and MiloLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-19294621152980155312011-12-08T07:42:00.000-08:002011-12-08T07:42:00.424-08:00Look What I've Been Up To...Mural<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMICsUSRsi82XCPaq5r46aryWR5zwfx_7w-Uf1HIN0ONxMGdgxtjz6oeY_qbqJpIvdWS_Hi-M0SRxGFIP6P8eMImTeTc2Kfi_qDtLehTBDfKXBD59b0ZYRXVSuQ_ankCjIAujY-2MBks/s1600/Landscape-Mural-Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMICsUSRsi82XCPaq5r46aryWR5zwfx_7w-Uf1HIN0ONxMGdgxtjz6oeY_qbqJpIvdWS_Hi-M0SRxGFIP6P8eMImTeTc2Kfi_qDtLehTBDfKXBD59b0ZYRXVSuQ_ankCjIAujY-2MBks/s640/Landscape-Mural-Collage.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br />
Have you ever been sleep deprived?<br />
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Over Thanksgiving break I put in 48 hours of painting (I didn't even count the hours of consultation and planning) during evenings and weekends, after work, between running the Turkey Trot, and trying to stuff my face with the best brussels sprouts and cornbread I've ever had.<br />
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In the end, the client was pleased and I was tired. I'm still trying to catch my breath. I'm looking forward to Christmas break just so I can do nothing.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-27669766072954765392011-12-04T07:13:00.000-08:002011-12-04T07:16:17.801-08:00Look What I've Been Up To...RunningThere are lots of reasons why I haven't been blogging lately, so in a concerted attempt to redeem myself and explain my absence, as well as to delight your eyes and imaginations with the magical and wonderful things that have been keeping me busy, I would like to present a new series called "Look What I've Been Up To..."<br />
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1. I trained this summer for my first marathon with veteran marathoner, and my mentor, Sheri Epps. Our friend Amy Seed is the most encouraging runner I could ever have the privelege of knowing. She sang, danced, and recited encouraging scripture the whole time we ran this Long Beach Marathon. Our medals were huge by the way, proportionately so to the mercury that day. We cried at the end. I sat a lot at work the next day.<br />
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3. & 5. On Thanksgiving morning we move our feet before we eat. I ran two races: a 5-miler and a 5K (3.1 miles) I started the first race again with Amy, but she ran so fast she puked at the end. So this is my friend, Kristen Sullivan, who I was so glad to have by my side. And I made good time myself, but I had injured my knee a bit the week before and running these two races really screwed me up good. I'm upset at my injury and hope it doesn't set me back for a half marathon in January.<br />
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The 5K was my one year anniversary of running as it was my first race last year. I can hardly believe I ran two halfs and one full marathon in just my first year. I'm so hooked. In fact, not being able to run on my bum knee is really killing me! Hurry up and heal, silly knee!<br />
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2. & 4. Say hello to Oceanside-Carlsbad. This is where I get the privilege of running each weekend. I love that I get to start my weekends like this. I used to hate waking up early to run, but this is just so worth it. I can't wait to be healthy and get out there again. This makes me fall in love with God as Creator and fellow artist all over again.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-47490151202103474312011-10-05T13:00:00.000-07:002011-10-05T20:57:46.835-07:00Matrimonio Italiano...Bellissimo! She was Cinderella, riding side saddle, behind her two most handsome nephews, gentlemen perched atop their own strong horses. Her toes dangled and her veil swayed with the horse's gait. They rounded the corner and the people who loved them most were already on their feet.<br />
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The Italian ceremony was long, so bride and groom sat in chairs as their most beloved friends and family spoke, prayed, sung and recited. The children's choir was especially sweet, but the groom may have been most moved when the bride surprised him with her own solo. A translator leaned forward in her chair, her Southern Italian waves brushing the shoulders of the Americans in front of her, her Southern Italian accent brushing their ears.<br />
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I ran around in the grass, sidestepping the zanzare as they bit my bare legs. Great candids are easier to come by with four photographers. Let's hope this works...<br />
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With little fanfare the bride and groom were ushered to Grazano Visconti, a medieval village, to be their own Romeo and Juliet. Poses atop stairs and behind ivy, stealing kisses with the intent to be caught by a point and click. The guests were glad we weren't gone long because the first course was elegant cold cut rosettes and savory pastries, as decadent as the wedding cake itself. This was followed by the most delicious pasta dressed as candy: ricotta pillows in striped noodles, twisted at each end.<br />
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The wine must have cost more than my own wedding dress, it was that delicious, and the meat, I'm told, was to die for. The spumoni cleared our palettes and our minds, ready for more. It was now around 5:00 and we had been celebrating since 9:30 am. But when the torta came, we could have stayed all night long. Espresso send us home heady and teary eyed; excited at a new start, overwhelmed with love, and ready for our beds.<br />
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It was a magical day to be sure.<br />
I could do it all over again tomorrow.<br />
All 10 hours of it.<br />
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Ahhh, amore. Auguri, Paola e Antonio.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-65708335758081251972011-08-07T12:26:00.000-07:002011-08-07T12:26:56.928-07:00Last Day to Sleep InToday was our last day to sleep in this summer. The life of a teacher is a charmed one. But we must go back to work tomorrow and my feet are surely dragging.<br />
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We have done a lot this summer, in fact, I think we have played harder this summer than ever before. Perpetual barbeques bleed lunch into dinner, one day into the next. Waterskiing until we are sore, frisbee for Jon and running with my girls for me. Kitchen remodel and visits home. Kayaking and paddle boarding in the lagoon.<br />
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And sleeping in.<br />
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This was the view in our summer bed today, trying to hold onto the last threads of both the season and the sleep. <br />
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I am extracting the dread and infusing the joy as I go into Fall; may I enjoy this year as much as I have enjoyed this lovely, lovely summer.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-50173060481866898572011-07-27T09:27:00.000-07:002011-07-27T09:27:33.694-07:00Surprise VisitI have a <a href="http://kellird.blogspot.com/">friend</a> who sometimes blogs, with a wink and a smile, about all the wonderfully embarrassing things that happen to her in her less than mundane life at home with her two adorable girls. <br />
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Here is my nod to her:<br />
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Step 1: Don itty bitty bikini that no one but the walls in the back yard ever see me in.<br />
Step 2: Hammock and Psychology lecture on iPod. Turn it up, zone out.<br />
Step 3: While listening to the various stages of consciousness and sleep, be vaguely aware that the dog is barking somewhere inside. Ignore it. Again.<br />
Step 4: Furiously scramble to cover myself, twisting, turning and flailing. Readjust said bikini in areas where it's been inched back to allow for fewer tan lines, but do this in the most graceful and expedient way a hammock will allow, eventually being spilled on the cement, along with my iced tea.<br />
Step 5: Excuse myself, not at all awkwardly, from the pest control man who just rounded the corner and likely got the surprise of the day.<br />
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Note to self: Remember when it's bug spray day.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-4205881617346221622011-07-22T08:03:00.000-07:002011-07-22T08:03:00.620-07:00Oh, By The Way...I forgot to tell you.<br />
Guess what I did!<br />
This summer I got to run two half marathons and I want to tell you about them.<br />
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The first one was, at first glance, a bust. After only 1.5 miles I conked out. I got too excited and messed up my pre-run routine, and started out too fast. Going up a little hill, my friends took off. My mentor/coach/Mr. Miagi stayed with me and never left, but I was so upset about doing poorly and not keeping up. Finally she told me to get over it, and I wouldn't have wanted them to stay with me and wait anyway. I knew she was right, but I still couldn't enjoy my run.<br />
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My mentor helped me realize that I wouldn't want anyone to wait to start families as I wouldn't want these girls to slow down, and neither did the race end at the finish line. I didn't stop running, and I've only gotten better. I've gotten healthier and even ran another half marathon since then. And this is life too; we are all called upon to exercise our endurance at many different times, and we are all forced to run. But how we react and become stronger from these events is where the true success lies.<br />
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So my excitement at their finish on race day is just as genuine as my excitement when dear friends and family announce pregnancies and have baby showers. There is nothing that will ever keep me from sharing in their celebration, and knowing that their victory is also my victory. The God that is writing their story is my God too, and I love that he works in the people I love.<br />
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This first race was the Laguna Hills Memorial Day Half, and the second was the Freedom Half in Salt Lake City on Independence Day, which I ran during my recent vacation there.<br />
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It was me, running it myself. No comparison, only enjoying the ride. Much of it was downhill, and I had no goals but to enjoy it. I finished 8 minutes faster than the other one, and I had a blast. My family was so supportive, and my dad even came out and met me at mile 10 on his bike and rode with me for a while.<br />
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I've been reading Ryan Hall's Running With Joy, and I finally got it this time. This is my run, I am not running it in competition with anyone, this is my story and I'm running it at my own pace, my best pace I can. I love that I have companions to pull me along and encourage me to do better, but ultimately, this race is my own and no one else's.<br />
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I have learned so much about life from running, and I have so much more to learn, in both areas. But one thing is for sure: I am hooked. And now, I am training for a full marathon in Long Beach this fall. I can't wait.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-83677198558448494722011-07-20T07:52:00.000-07:002011-07-20T07:52:00.787-07:00Family Legacy<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have so many talented people in my family, and collecting all their wonders caused me to realize anew that I had no choice but to follow in their footsteps. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrQhMWUKnPAVD3-M9yDuAs8-9JQygPfelD02o7VlpG3RDDYTQY0sSIbTtCv7xdD7dHXu-32N1MMnt4ZgIgJpt-gEIhCM9UAAigGKJDT051JvA1rHYvsiEq-tIkrnZRmnCNesCvoYfcao/s1600/IMG_0549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrQhMWUKnPAVD3-M9yDuAs8-9JQygPfelD02o7VlpG3RDDYTQY0sSIbTtCv7xdD7dHXu-32N1MMnt4ZgIgJpt-gEIhCM9UAAigGKJDT051JvA1rHYvsiEq-tIkrnZRmnCNesCvoYfcao/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This little baby doll was my own, made by my mama and I just love that expression. The screenprint behind her matted locks was recently created by my fabulous cousin and I still haven't figured out how to use or display it. Any ideas?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qprzX8yHpFuK-75jdDYX8cXoJEbHJik0n-aZlUPOUSvMd5nyuTd_6aMZ9uWePzftauvVA2pfh0ucR1viXO7fMZL2fnkMLjGi0cUEjeFIsrGwHJFIVF_ZBn6ueVQgmZ16CtBrYODPL_Y/s1600/IMG_0554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qprzX8yHpFuK-75jdDYX8cXoJEbHJik0n-aZlUPOUSvMd5nyuTd_6aMZ9uWePzftauvVA2pfh0ucR1viXO7fMZL2fnkMLjGi0cUEjeFIsrGwHJFIVF_ZBn6ueVQgmZ16CtBrYODPL_Y/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Helen Dardik is ridiculously talented, and her work is just adorable. It wasn't until after I purchased her print on the right that I realized the darling child in the painting was a girl. So I decided to paint my own rendition, using some of her other sweet originals as inspiration and concocted the little watercolor cowboy on the left...just in case the wee one we get is a boy, not a girl. Now we have both bases covered.<br />
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Although this pint-sized room is filling up quickly, I know it will be full to the brim one day with all the practicalities and preciousness of all things child. For those of you in this boat, how do you keep from busting at the seams?Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-70783268707330496742011-07-18T08:13:00.000-07:002011-07-18T08:13:00.469-07:00Everything's Hunky DoryLast week we were supposed to have our last meeting with our adoption social worker. It was the last in a string of months of classes, interviews, and inspections. But we were thwarted. By a neighbor in a hurry.<br />
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She was parked on the street and our across the street neighbor pulled out of her driveway a little too fast and, well, by hitting her car it certainly made for a more than inconvenient evening for all parties involved.<br />
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I couldn't help but thinking that this could be good, she is seeing us in a real-life situation, more than she could see in a clinical setting. And if our perfect little one isn't ready yet, this delay only makes for superb timing. It looks like we'll have to reschedule, but for now, everything's hunky dory.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-13298095711146310302011-07-15T07:59:00.000-07:002011-07-15T07:59:00.540-07:00Pinocchio's ChairA few months ago I happened upon an estate sale after a run at the beach. It was a serendipitous stop because I found this adorable chair for about $7. I knew I wanted to repaint it, but haven't until now.<br />
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I have so many little furniture pieces, frames, paintings, and projects just waiting to be brought to life, but sometimes it takes a while. I keep meaning to repaint a vintage folding chairs and table set, and even have the outdoor fabric to reupholster the seats. Maybe before summer's end...<br />
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Jon was out the other night and I just got the bug to finish this chair. It had been staring defiantly at me from the corner of our room for some time and I finally got the hutzpah to give it what for.<br />
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If you could snap your fingers right now, what project would you love to have finished?Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-54321512372535497112011-07-13T07:40:00.000-07:002011-07-16T22:09:24.958-07:00Stripey Handmade Nursery Stage 3Done for now...<br />
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After finishing the touch up on the walls, we hung the art and some floating shelves. A friend bought us a lovely antique dresser when we were trying to pass our licensing, as this was an item we needed.<br />
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I've filled the room with several handmade items like embroidered blankets and toys and I can't wait to share those with you. I'll have to clean out the cat hair if I want to take photos... it seems Milo believes the crib to be a wonderful spot to snooze.<br />
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That reminds me, what does one do if the cat won't stay out of the crib? My little sister was viciously pounced upon by our cat once, and I'm not so keen on a repeat. Milo darts when we catch him, but is there any way to prevent this? Once we have a child, we won't be able to keep the door closed all the time.<br />
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The swing came from a former student (strange that our students are having babies now), and the rocker is from Jon's mom. The crib came from another friend who adopted and received it as a gift. And there are just too many handmade and vintage treasures to spill the beans about just yet! <br />
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Stay tuned, I will tell all. And one day, there will be one very special addition to the room that is unlike any other...Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-53281862371928574772011-07-11T07:22:00.000-07:002011-07-16T22:09:47.056-07:00Stripey Handmade Nursery Stage 2<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">On the striped wall, after the primer, white stripes and backfilling the tape, we then had to do 2 or 3 coats of color, with a heat lamp on them to dry between coats, removed the tape carefully, and there is always touch up. I've learned that. If I expect it, I'm not so frustrated.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The other walls look very blue in the evening, and quite green during the day. <br />
I love how lighting changes things!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>No pastels, no ducks, and no mint green or chicken-fuzz yellow.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In choosing so much color, I also didn't want to simply go with a "rainbow" color scheme. If you notice, there is no green in the stripes. Turquoise, yes, but not simply primary/secondary true-hues. I used red and tinted red (red+white=pink) and the charcoal grey has a blue hue to it, which allowed me to not use violet in the stripes. The pale green on the other two walls isn't really pastel, or maybe an updated pastel, but that's how I got away with not using green either.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I can't wait until the whole room is put together! This is turning out so nicely... a good pay-off for all that work. Phew!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-42256427680846843312011-07-09T06:59:00.000-07:002011-07-16T22:10:07.163-07:00Stripey Handmade Nursery Stage 1Hi! Look what I've been doing...<br />
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One of the things we have had to do for our adoption license is provide a space for a child, and while it would be sufficient to just provide a crib and a dresser, who wouldn't go the whole nine yards?! (good movie, btw).<br />
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Here are the beginning stages. I used <a href="http://piggyinthepuddle.blogspot.com/2011/02/speaking-of-love.html">these</a> as inspiration, and derived the colors from there. I looked at a lot of inspiration from Ohdeedoh and knew that since we wouldn't know the gender of our little-one-to-be, creating a gender-neutral nursery would have both its challenges and its delights. I'll talk about that later, but for now I'll try to summarize the process.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BEFORE: <br />
I painted samples on paper of the colors I wanted for stripes, <br />
then played with the arrangement, taping them on the wall.<br />
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Next, I measured out where I wanted the stripes, and knew I wanted a white line between each color. I painted 2 coats of white where they would be, then taped off the areas I wanted to keep white with 1" painter's tape.<br />
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BACKFILL- You know how paint seeps under the tape no matter what you do? Well, this is how you stop that. You backfill. What is the color under your tape? Mine was white. So I painted the edges of the tape with white so that it would fill the little holes and seep under, instead of the stripe color. Voila! Straight lines every time; no color seeping under the tape.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-5999268610592279442011-07-07T15:50:00.000-07:002011-07-07T15:50:42.634-07:00You AreDo I address the fact that it's been more than a month since my last post, or do I ignore it and jump right in?<br />
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I'm going to go with the latter.<br />
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The fact that my typing skills have deteriorated is a testament to the fact that I am more of an information consumer these days (with the help of iPhone/iPad dependency). Do you feel the same, especially if you have a smart phone?<br />
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Anyway.<br />
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As an act of truce and coronation, I'm gifting you with a complimentary trio of truths; I want you to know that you are:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. <br />
Your roots will grow down into God's love and keep you strong.<br />
~Ephesians 3:17</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;<br />
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.<br />
~Psalm 139:14</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As far as the east is from the west, so far has He <br />
removed our transgressions from us.<br />
~Psalm 103:12</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I love you and I've missed you. I'll try to never be gone so long again. Thanks for being there for meLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-7792270094396173732011-05-16T18:27:00.000-07:002011-05-16T18:27:13.687-07:00One Foot In Front of the OtherGirl has been busy.<br />
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I don't know if there's even anyone out there who still visits me here! But I have good reason. Really, who hasn't been a little too busy now and then. I determined to not feel guilty about my lack of blogging, however, because there have been more than one occasion since I've started this journey that my life was actually too busy slow down and document it. I've been busy LIVING.<br />
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One thing I've been spending a lot of my extra time doing is running. I don't do it well, or fast, but since Jon and I learned that we'd be in the business of developing a family and that it wouldn't happen quickly, I wanted to learn about endurance, and I thought running would be a good way to do that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oceanside Strand: one of my favorite short runs</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It's not a fast race, I'm interested in finishing, I'm interested in efficiency, and one day I'll be interested in speed. But right now I'm interested in running more than 3 miles and learning how to shut off the part of my brain that says, "this is hard/I'm bored/that hurts" and just keep running.<br />
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On Memorial Day I am running my first half marathon and I'm not interested in running any faster than 11 minute miles, as we do the run/walk method from Jeff Galloway. But I'm putting in the hours to be able to do it, and I'm going to do it. And then I'm going to keep doing it and I'm going to eventually learn all those other things. I'll get better one day, but right now, slow but steady wins the race.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-45898593789465806562011-05-11T12:14:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:23:39.358-07:00Defensive Lineman Seeks Weightlifting ClassAs the weather has been warming up, it's been so wonderful to be outside more and more. One of our favorite things to do is put our little 9 pound shih tzu, Lilly, in my bike basket and take her on rides around the neighborhood.<br />
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Unfortunately, the warmer days means that if I'm going to go out for a long run (I'm slow, so it takes a while), then I have to start earlier in the morning. I'm not much of an athlete, so running suits me fine. The only other sports I've done was sit idly in right field on a few softball teams, a brief stint in kickball in Portland last summer, and play intramural football in college at <a href="http://www.biola.edu/">Biola University</a>.<br />
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I found these photos (which were from the pre-digital era) and I thought I'd share some of those powderpuff football days. They were anything but powderpuff, or atleast that's what we'd like to think. There were quite often broken bones and countless bruises. It was NOT just fun and games.<br />
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Our team (which, by the way, I will not tell you our name...no one but us knew what NPA stood for) did pretty well the two years I played, and one year, for playoffs, one of the dads donated pads and cleats. We were pretty stoked. Until after the first game, the refs brought out the intramural playbook and told us that while we didn't have to forfeit our first win, we couldn't wear the gear anymore. That was a real bummer for the dad who bought them, since now everything was used and he couldn't return it.<br />
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I like to brag that my dad was a football player in college, my older brother did in high school, and I can proudly say that I too joined the ranks of familial ballers. Don't I look tough, by the way? Apparently I believed that if I just bent my elbow I would grow a muscle. I think I'll stick to running...slowly.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-85649299032990683202011-04-15T08:14:00.000-07:002011-04-15T08:14:00.211-07:00Plan: Soak It All In<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7ChFCMTpFeGTYYBN-dT_WXlUSgLMQr558JiurzHji785gR0BrnbYY3TdmBoET79zpUZu3gJxTBugMNhO4O2KSvN3ujkcUSv6o-yF0auWZ2LXwQA_x9Ii5OPMqwmiTyehI8e9K2FQuEw/s1600/Palm+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7ChFCMTpFeGTYYBN-dT_WXlUSgLMQr558JiurzHji785gR0BrnbYY3TdmBoET79zpUZu3gJxTBugMNhO4O2KSvN3ujkcUSv6o-yF0auWZ2LXwQA_x9Ii5OPMqwmiTyehI8e9K2FQuEw/s400/Palm+tree.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
It's Easter Break starts this weekend! Oh, there have been so many mornings lately when I wished I was sleeping in instead of getting up before the sun. So this week I fully intend on taking advantage of the fact that I live at a fantastic Spring Break <a href="http://www.ci.oceanside.ca.us/Datarelation.aspx?Content=20">location </a>of my very own.<br />
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1. House-sitting for the In-Laws (on the lake)<br />
2. Swimming in said lake<br />
3. Sunbathing next to that lake, in the back yard, and at the beach<br />
4. Catching up on grading (ugh)<br />
5. Finishing reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/WATER-ELEPHANTS-Sara-Gruen/dp/B004CTHVU2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1302801755&sr=8-2">Water for Elephants</a> (at the lake or the beach)<br />
6. Working on my <a href="http://piggyinthepuddle.blogspot.com/2011/03/zigzag.html">crocheted afghan</a><br />
7. Painting the NURSERY!<br />
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What are you going to do this Easter? Any egg hunts? <a href="http://piggyinthepuddle.blogspot.com/2009/04/silk-satchels-and-pam.html">Egg dyeing</a> (What's your favorite, by the way)? Cadbury Cream Egg eating? Happy Friday.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-52879088947073597902011-04-14T09:29:00.000-07:002011-04-14T09:29:26.426-07:00Liquid Rainbows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCszpqmY3aPi2sXA__K9_MfWxB-fFGBD18uitwtXDGPMW2N7sWehnw7K3IsnXw3j_YsqSkejRAsJW5YZsebNBQ7-_oUr9iuotVO3QOh9Zz9Ot6UHwAnEtfBVchy9TZGpoYbnhphteB4w/s1600/Watercolor+sets+to+refil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCszpqmY3aPi2sXA__K9_MfWxB-fFGBD18uitwtXDGPMW2N7sWehnw7K3IsnXw3j_YsqSkejRAsJW5YZsebNBQ7-_oUr9iuotVO3QOh9Zz9Ot6UHwAnEtfBVchy9TZGpoYbnhphteB4w/s400/Watercolor+sets+to+refil.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>It's watercolor refill at school today. My fingers hurt from squeezing out the tubes. Good stuff must be about to happen with this much watercolor.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-58322818912398667342011-04-11T09:27:00.000-07:002011-04-11T09:27:53.057-07:00God Likes Laundry Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eB4feA4pERBYDfC8h7gDIo0Ybh8Ea93RW2yVujreT-LP5QyrRlk2POVUJZ0CdPg5BdxYeMe_jBHtohj9uTHdyjecSYNkKUx86v0kPzFzaDb8DpJVkV3WKTrVreqt20MjRrwa3GMSqDA/s1600/Laundry+Day+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eB4feA4pERBYDfC8h7gDIo0Ybh8Ea93RW2yVujreT-LP5QyrRlk2POVUJZ0CdPg5BdxYeMe_jBHtohj9uTHdyjecSYNkKUx86v0kPzFzaDb8DpJVkV3WKTrVreqt20MjRrwa3GMSqDA/s320/Laundry+Day+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> A few years ago I read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Serve-God-Save-Planet-Christian/dp/0310275342">Serve God Save the Planet</a> by <a href="http://www.matthewsleethmd.com/Home.html">Matthew Sleeth</a>. While I already had a bit of a green bent, this book completely changed my persepctive. It discussed the WHY of going green; it isn't just about preserving the earth for future generations so that they can live and preserve it for generations beyond themselves. This is a perpetuation without real reason.<br />
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Many Christians seem to act as though sustainability is a four letter word used only by 'liberals.' But this book discusses how <a href="http://www.blessedearth.org/">preserving what we've been given (Creation) as though we were stewards of it</a>, taking good care of what God gave us, for the purpose of respect and worship, as well as for our own good.<br />
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The summer I read this book, we stopped using our ice maker, didn't use lights for a week (that was fun, and only candles in the evening meant we had to manage our time better, doing the things that required light during the day...I totally recommend trying this little experiment yourself this summer), and we also stopped using our dryer.<br />
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I love line drying clothes. Well, now I do. When I was little, we did it because we had to; we couldn't always afford using a dryer. But there are many things I now do for nostalgia and stewardship that I resented as a kid.<br />
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Last fall, our clothes line broke. We didn't fix the problem during winter, but now that the weather is much more laundry friendly I put up a new line. I just can't tell you how happy this makes me! And with the prospect of cloth diapers around the corner, I am all the more appreciative of the San Diego sun and the healing qualities, not to mention the earth-friendliness.<br />
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The short of it: I worship God with my clothes line!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-61078601922601713642011-04-11T08:08:00.000-07:002011-04-11T08:08:00.833-07:00Drooling over Mustard...the color, not the condiment. <br />
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I'm drooling over these Etsy finds this week.<br />
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2. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70920895/linen-ruffle-earrings-available-in">Linen Ruffle Earrings</a> a la Pretty Things by Meg<br />
3. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/69714401/bashful-bird">Bashful Bird </a>by Anna Viva<br />
4. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/36266724/retro-folk-art-cat-floral-kitsch-kitten">Retro Folk Ca</a>t from Giselle Gonzalez<br />
5. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63067316/baby-bear-silhouette-art-print">Baby Bear Silhouette</a> by Corella Design<br />
6. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70753463/love-garden-limited-edition-giclee-print">Love Garden</a> by Helen DardikLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-75565174240640689192011-04-08T08:44:00.000-07:002011-04-08T08:44:00.746-07:00Tron Reconfigured<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL16DdY3b1KZM7hY-5z-GQr6X7ZDy2OKi9nNYBciNFcX71CmdUIKjB-X1qPd1OA-rSVGJ0g4AXIyv3YvZlkheG5r2UqnBEpiOG8Ow9BaHwoRzOJWUF4haTiNhevEqK64a-DqiQfnOxNyI/s1600/Tron-Legacy-Reconfigured.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL16DdY3b1KZM7hY-5z-GQr6X7ZDy2OKi9nNYBciNFcX71CmdUIKjB-X1qPd1OA-rSVGJ0g4AXIyv3YvZlkheG5r2UqnBEpiOG8Ow9BaHwoRzOJWUF4haTiNhevEqK64a-DqiQfnOxNyI/s320/Tron-Legacy-Reconfigured.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><br />
Listening to this in my art classes today. Not sure if more drawing or dancing is getting done. Either way, I dig it.<br />
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I liked the original movie; it reminds me of my older brother and my dad. <br />
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I liked the remake; it reminds me of my club-hopping techno days *sigh...to be young again*. <br />
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I like Daft Punk, but I like this remix version of the soundtrack much better. It makes me want to go work out, and that is always a good thing.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-30770302035040610042011-04-07T09:40:00.000-07:002011-04-07T09:40:33.358-07:00Two Fine Foxes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicfTpycX2m5BeBwwhWg0BrLCI3eVNSGuMB8ZKHXLuX6UdJmr8Eq7J_2UUl7kyNkoVdrozZ5eRIGAyjRScDdOLSH-XCjwTX8bMNcV9y3yuOLf3NTQgXcxR8xnGDSSaRyCdFRZnY20DjSfU/s1600/il_570xN.195294774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicfTpycX2m5BeBwwhWg0BrLCI3eVNSGuMB8ZKHXLuX6UdJmr8Eq7J_2UUl7kyNkoVdrozZ5eRIGAyjRScDdOLSH-XCjwTX8bMNcV9y3yuOLf3NTQgXcxR8xnGDSSaRyCdFRZnY20DjSfU/s400/il_570xN.195294774.jpg" width="341" /></a></div><br />
I just purchased these <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62537825/two-fine-foxes-limited-edition-print">"Two Fine Foxes"</a> from Oliver Lake of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/iotaillustration?ref=seller_info">Iota Illustration</a>. I think it's just so fantastic that I wanted to share it with you. It will find a cozy home on the wall above my sweet friends' new baby and his forest friends nursery.<br />
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I just love these two foxy fellas so much, I might just have to buy some of his other prints for myself.<br />
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I attended a <a href="http://babies-in-bloom.com/pages/classes.htm">cloth diaper class</a> with her on Saturday, and let me just say, I am so excited to be a cloth diaper mom. The technology has come so far in the last few years, so has the <a href="http://babies-in-bloom.com/category_21/Cloth-Diapers.htm">style</a>. The husband even tagged along, and while he checked out early to scope out the bike store next door he is all about it. Even more impressive since he does all the laundry in our house! If you have any questions about cloth diapers, I'd be glad to share everything I learned this weekend.<br />
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After I laid out in my yard, sheepishly donning my two-piece for the first time in months, I rode my bike to run some errands (after Jon's shenanigans this weekend, i.e. I went to the grocery store and he sold his Jeep, thus making us a one-car family again) and this was my view. This beats snow every time.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864917953871567506.post-88609503784226559852011-03-22T07:39:00.000-07:002011-03-22T07:39:00.374-07:00ZigzagI have a memory of being around 7 or 8 and lying on our brown, high pile carpet in West Palm Beach, Florida. Next to me was my older brother, and over us was our Mom's zigzag crochet blanket, just wide enough and long enough for 2 snuggled kids. All twenty of our toes had found adjacent holes to poke through, just like piglets lined up for dinner.<br />
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I asked my mom why the brown and orange striped blanket had holes in it (that seemed like the opposite thing to have in a blanket) and she told me that it was an afghan; she had crocheted it years before, and it was all made from just one strand of yarn! Maybe she'd teach me someday, she said.<br />
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On a winter trip home around 10 years ago, Mom taught me. I made all kinds of wonky scarves for friends that year, but I was hooked. Thanks goodness for gracious friends. Luckily, things have gotten a bit straighter.<br />
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I love these things that tie us to our families, things that make us like our mothers. I found my inspiration for our new nursery and the first thing I thought to make for it, and the little one that will someday fill it, was a zigzag afghan, just like the one my mom made so many years ago.<br />
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So as the rain pattered our skylight this weekend and I nursed an 8-mile-run racked calf muscle, I sunk into the couch, tucked up my toes underneath me (just the way Mom does) and started in. I can't wait until it all comes together, and I promise I'll share with you then too.<br />
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Do you remember having one of these afghans in your home when you were young? What do you have that ties you to your family?Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14910411137801635122noreply@blogger.com5