tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83028797398049480412024-03-12T16:05:21.159-07:00Blue BoxcarI would travel by train.Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-21977968142358430072011-10-20T07:36:00.000-07:002011-10-20T07:36:40.848-07:00Office Space Since we moved to the new apartment, I told my husband that I needed my own work station. I have been working diligently in getting the extra bedroom aka the office set up for 1.) my sister in law who came to visit us last weekend and 2.) a place that I could actually work at.<br />
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The first thing was to get the desk cleared off, so that I could have a place to sit my laptop. Check. Then I needed cute accessories to spruce it up. Finally, I needed a bulletin board to place all my fun things on. I already had one, but hated the design. It is a yellowish board with pineapples on it. It's fine, just not my style. So the refurbishing had to begin. Here we go.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's the old board with the new fabric. It was $3.00 a yard at Joann's Fabrics, so I had to get 2 yards. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Up close of the super cute hound's tooth. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In progress.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now with buttons to hide the staples and hanging on the wall.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now with fun pictures. If you're wondering that is a note from my husband that says "I thought bacon was the greatest thing ever... then I met you." I feel so loved. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And here is my desk complete with a Mac laptop and Wall-E figurine.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is a better view with all my office supplies and my chair. It may not seem like a bit deal, but I have been wanting a writing desk forever! At the old apartment it just wasn't possible, but now I have a nice quiet place to work. Love it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">- Jana</div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-76488326391595925822011-10-09T06:04:00.000-07:002011-10-09T06:04:54.881-07:00Not ForgottenI didn't forget that I had a blog. I always had it in the back of my mind that once things "settled down" that I would immediately get back to blogging. After all, I wouldn't want to let down my 3 loyal followers. We moved. My husband accepted a job in the big city, so we spent plenty of time packing and running all over the place enjoying the time between jobs.<br />
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Now we are in DFW, and loving every minute. It's a huge change, but the closeness of good friends, family, and more places to eat than we know what to do with have certainly softened the blow. The new exciting things about our new apartment are 1.) we have cable!, 2.) we have a fireplace, 3.) we have about 100 more square feet, and 4.) we have curtains in the living room!<br />
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I know these aren't super exciting changes, but they are for us. For years the Husband and I have wanted a fireplace that we could curl up in front of and watch a movie. Now all we need is a freeze this winter. Oh yes, the new curtains. You would like see a picture? Of course.<br />
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They look much better in real life than they do in the picture. The design reminds me of Ballard Designs a bit, and I just love that place. Check it out on-line if you aren't familiar with their products. These came from Lowes. I had a gift card from my mother in law that she gave me maybe 3 years ago that I hadn't spent. Since this window gets a lot of heat during the day, we needed some blackout curtains. We originally had some black curtains with a tan swirly pattern on them. They were very pretty, but they didn't really go with any of our stuff. So I returned them and got these.<br />
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I never knew that having curtains that didn't match could make you sad. Every time I looked at the old ones I just became sad. First world problems, I know. But these are cheery and I smile every time I look at them. The real trick now is working in subtle splashes of teal. I have several vases and candlesticks that are the right color and will brighten up the room. I just have to find. That's right. We've been here 2 months and still have boxes and boxes that have not been unpacked. Thankfully, Husband doesn't equate my value as a wife with the number of boxes piled up in the office. :) He rocks like that.<br />
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- JanaJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-78908423461361727622011-06-27T20:09:00.000-07:002011-06-27T20:09:26.505-07:00Year 1 The other day the Husband and I had our 1 year anniversary. That's right. 1 whole year together. How about a recap?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We got married. A good day to start. That day the girls and I ate Chick fil a twice and watched NCIS episodes on DVD while doing our hair. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We eventually made it to Canada for our Honeymoon after 2 cancelled flights, and a day later than planned. The airlines lost our luggage, and we didn't have clean clothes for half the trip and Husband was sick for the other half.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A month later, I graduated with my Master's degree. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We moved into the apartment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We sold the house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I spent a lot of time driving through Texas for work. We spent Thanksgiving with both families. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But got Christmas Day to ourselves after celebrating early with my family and late with Husbands. He got me a Keurig. I got him a video game. We went to Ruidoso and rang in the new year during a blizzard and a power outage. My best friend got engaged. My Brother got engaged.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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- JanaJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-82489728800385544862011-04-19T18:09:00.000-07:002011-04-19T18:09:21.428-07:00AHHHHH! The neighbor children are outside having a screaming contest. In this competition everyone loses.<br />
- JanaJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-8979933741433204812011-04-16T08:29:00.000-07:002011-04-16T08:29:41.089-07:00Beauty I recently lost close to 10 pounds. I'm not exactly sure what my starting weight was since the only number that I had as a reference for was when I went to the doctor when I was sick and she told me the number. I told her the scale was wrong. Despite our differing opinions on the accuracy of machinery I decided that I needed to eat healthier.<br />
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Since then I have thought about what else I could do to lose weight. To be skinnier. But skinnier isn't the point. Healthier is the point. So instead of focusing what I am lacking (the skinniness) I am focusing on what I have gained. A healthier version of myself. A me that makes me smile in the mirror instead of frown. Instead of comparing myself to others, I could just be happy with what I see when I look at myself.<br />
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Being a part of the sisterhood of women I think we all face body image issues. I blame the media. Magazines, TV, movies all tell us what we as women should look like. Taller. Skinnier. Slimmer. Either way I am guilty of letting the media define what is beautiful and tell me what is lacking in myself. Blarney!<br />
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Actually, I am kind of sick of seeing what the media calls Beauty. Yes, those women in the media are beautiful, but what about the rest of us? Those who do not fit inside the mold of what America has labeled Beautiful. How about we just start being happy and content with the way God made us? How about taking care of his creation (ourselves) and relish the fact that God designs all women as beautiful? I think that might revolutionize the way we see and carry ourselves.<br />
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The old adage "God Doesn't Make Junk" is worn out even though it's true. What if it were "God Makes Beautiful Women because the Sculptor's eye only sees beings that He could fall in love with."I think that would make a big difference in the way we define beautiful. That was just on my mind this morning. Here's to all the Beautiful People out there that God created!<br />
- JanaJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-13553743323390532672011-03-30T17:48:00.001-07:002011-03-30T17:48:11.593-07:00Really Really Thin Pancakes 5 years ago my then boyfriend, now husband made a very bold statement, "I make really good crepes." Later that year he made me dinner, Mandarin Chicken to be exact. It was the most vile meal I had ever attempted to eat. It grossed us both out, and we had to leave his apartment to get away from the smell that lingered in every molecule of everything in his apartment. From that point on he was banned from the kitchen, and he has never volunteered to make dinner again.<br />
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2 years ago we went to Paris and had some fantastic crepes.<br />
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2 weeks ago we went to London, and I have been craving strawberry crepes since we got back.<br />
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2 days ago I fearlessly requested that my husband make good on his promise 5 years ago. "Make me some really good crepes," I requested. "No problem," he smiled. He graciously gave up a half hour of playing video games to make me crepes. And he was right, he does make really good crepes. Being the good wife that I am, I grabbed my camera to document the success of his crepes. Behold:<br />
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Voila! My husband can make amazing crepes. I am a lucky girl. Tonight I'm making home made chili. This might just turn into a food blog if I'm not careful. But who would object to that? Please ignore the grossness of my stove. I'll get to cleaning that, eventually.<br />
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Bon Apetite!<br />
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I was speaking with a family today and, as usual, was using my hands to emphasize my point. In the process of over emphasizing I managed to slap my glasses off of my face and towards the family I was speaking with. I always seem to make the best impressions.<br />
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My husband calls me memorable. But that's just his way of saying, "you're a complete klutz, but I love you anyway."<br />
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- JanaJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-32265057338812888322011-03-26T11:28:00.000-07:002011-03-26T11:30:01.975-07:00Shave and a Hair Cut My husband participated in No Shave November. I did not. The reason I am just now blogging about it is because yesterday he finally shaved after getting his hair cut. It's starting to warm up here in Texas and his beard was getting itchy. He lets me know that he is going to go shave. I mumble, "ok" while still blogging about angry spaghetti. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> It used to be a baseball stress ball. Now it's 2 baseball stress balls. Retail therapy was the best way to fix things, and I absolutely used the excuse "I'm a girl, I'm upset, I need to go shopping." I hit the road with angry driving music and then hit the stores (not literally, I wasn't that upset). So I found a dress, a necklace, and a button up shirt for my husband all for under $25. Turns out I'm pretty decent bargain hunter when I'm upset.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I came home and made dinner for my husband. He wanted spaghetti, so I went to work making dinner for the both of us. But it came out tasting weird. I told him there was a missing ingredient: love. It was replaced by a different emotion. My spaghetti tasted like anger. Even my husband admitted it tasted weird, but he ate it anyway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I think I'll get a bowl and join him.</div> - JanaJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-43386700740522362432011-03-24T18:00:00.000-07:002011-03-24T18:00:52.283-07:00Sorry Chaps! Sorry it's been a while chaps, but I've been in England. London, to be exact. My husband and I went with his family to London for Spring Break, and it was lovely. Unfortunately, it was one of those trips that I have to process everything, before I blog about it. There was so much to see and do that it will take awhile to really comprehend what we saw.<br />
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The highlights were going to the British Library and seeing a Gutenberg Bible, an original Mozart, Handel, and Jane Austen. Can you believe so much literary history could be in one place? I couldn't. I was near giddy, and my husband just laughed at me while I jumped up and down in excitement. Thankfully, he knew what he was getting into when he married me.<br />
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There are no pictures seeing as they don't allow cameras in the Library, but you can imagine how beautiful and amazing it was. If you can't, just go see it yourself. Even if you can imagine it, go see it yourself. The other great part of the trip was that I got to hold a first edition set of the Chronicles of Narnia! There was a rare book shop just down from our flat, so we spent the morning trolling through the tomes. It was lovely. Here are some photos you might enjoy.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> In other news I walked into a glass door yesterday at work and saw a Jedi a few weeks ago. That's been my month.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> - Jana</div> Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-80162149668407618992011-02-12T18:55:00.000-08:002011-02-12T18:55:52.545-08:00Back Home After days of snow and a few more days of traveling on the road, I am back home. The thing that I love about traveling is that there is always a new experience. My most interesting experience of this past trip was quite shocking to me. My husband and my good friend, Meredith, say this always happens to me, and it seems, only to me.<br />
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I was sitting at La Madeleine waiting for my to-go order and browsing the internet on my phone. I had my legs cross so my left foot stuck up in the air a little bit. A voice says, "I love your boots." I look up, and low and behold there is a man in scrubs (I really hope he was a doctor) who was staring at my feet.<br />
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He continues, "You know, I had a pair of boots like yours once, except the toes were much pointier. Did you know they make boots that are pointier than yours?"<br />
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"No, I wasn't aware of that."<br />
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"Yea they sure do." The Doctor-Man proceeds to tell me all about hit old pair of pointier boots while touching my foot! A complete stranger came up and started touching my foot to demonstrate how much pointier his boots were and where his boots had creases and cracks. I was so taken aback all I could do was laugh. Lesson of the day for those who are in the medical profession: even if you are a doctor please do not touch the feet of people you do not know or are not in your office seeking medical attention.<br />
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My favorite part of the trip was meeting a dachshund named Molly in the elevator. My husband is a sucker for dogs in general, but especially dachshunds.<br />
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- JanaJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-30584751792394793302011-02-02T12:25:00.000-08:002011-02-02T12:25:25.615-08:00Snow Day, Part Dos The low today was 8 degrees Fahrenheit. Wa-hoo! The snow and ice we received yesterday didn't melt since it never got above 20 degrees. We Texans aren't used to such wether, so we've coped by watching movies on the couch all day. I stocked up on food on Monday in expectation that we might be snowed in until Friday, which the weather isn't supposed to rise above freezing. Let it snow!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stay Warm. - Jana</div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-64480565822446750992011-02-01T10:39:00.000-08:002011-02-01T10:39:11.077-08:00Putting the Pieces Together Right before I left to go out of town for business we bought a coffee table set from Kirkland's at a great price. I was really surprised that Husband actually liked it, as he keeps me on my toes about his design sense. I posted a picture of the set a few posts back. Well, they only had the floor model and they wouldn't let me take that home, so we had to wait until the following Thursday to pick it up. Husband waited until I got back on Friday so that we could assembly the pieces together as a married couple. Awww.<br />
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Now that the pieces are put together it's all about making the living room look good. The new pillows add some flare, but it needed more. Since today is a snow day I thought I would put the living room together to see how it looked.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I kept our large couch at my old roommate's house after I got married. Husband already had a couch, but I had a set, so we sold his, and kept mine. We just recently moved it from her house to our apartment. I love having the couch back. It is the perfect place to nap. Since the couch moved in, we moved the club chair to the bedroom to try to make a reading nook. And that's the new coffee table and end tables.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A view of the whole living room. I think we need a rug and some curtains to go over the window. Since it's a snow day they would have really come in handy to block out some of the cold that the wind sends searing through the window.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And this is the water color that I picked out. The Eiffel Tower was one of my favorite things about Paris, so I really wanted a painting of it. This water color was just so sunny that I couldn't refuse. I feel that it really captures the elation that I felt when I first saw it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-58707466893732381932011-01-30T07:54:00.000-08:002011-01-30T07:54:45.767-08:00On the Road I travel a good bit for my job, so I have been on the road for the past week. I always enjoy the Dallas/Ft. Worth area or DFW, and I am always finding places that I didn't know existed. I love going to DFW for the food. The first place I got to visit was Boston's Pizza. I've mentioned that before? The Sicilian? Addiction? What? Yea, so what?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> My other reason for loving to go to DFW is that I get to meet up with my best friend Michelle! After a long day of work for both of us, we met up for desert, her favorite. We ended up meeting at BJs Brewhouse for some tasty deserts. Coffee, Cokes, water, and sugar were had by all (no alcohol for those of you who were worried). She and her man-friend Daniel had a huge chocolate chip cookie with ice cream on top and I had a beignet with ice cream, strawberries, and cinnamon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I thought about taking an "after" picture, but who wants to look at an empty plate? Sorry, for the shadows, but restaurant light is hard to work with, and busting on my huge camera to take pictures of food isn't great table etiquette. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-32960098826749203022011-01-23T07:40:00.000-08:002011-01-23T07:40:54.903-08:00Small Change, Big Impact Unbeknownst to me, my husband does not like our couch pillows. To tell you the truth I don't like them either. They were the decoration frustration purchase where you can't find what you are looking for but you know you need something decision. I thought they would be fun and were a little out of my comfort zone, so I took the plunge. To be fair to my husband, we weren't married when I bought them and wasn't consulted on the decision making.<br />
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Now we are married and important things like throw pillows should be discussed. I feel like we have good communication within our marriage. We've always been able to talk to one another. Our conversation went like this:<br />
Me: "How do you feel about our couch pillows?"<br />
Husband: "They're ok. They're squishy."<br />
M: "No, I mean do you like them?"<br />
H: "Not really."<br />
M: "Me either! I'm buying new ones!"<br />
H: "Ok." Husband never looked up from his computer the entire conversation.<br />
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So off I went to find the perfect throw pillows for our couches, which was harder to find than I expected. One of the problems I ran into was trying to find pillows that my husband will like. They are as follows:<br />
1. Not ugly<br />
2. Not girly<br />
3. Fluffy and squishy<br />
4. Soft<br />
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You wouldn't think that this would be too terribly hard to find, but it was. I must tell you first that my husband is an artist. He majored in graphic design and draws, paints, creates, designs, and makes life look beautiful. He looks at life much differently than I do as a non-artist, and that is one of the things I love about him. But I was completely alone on my pillow search mission. He was home working on a website that he is building for a client, so, of course, I went shopping. We also need a coffee table, and I was more than happy to go hunting.<br />
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After about 5 hours, I think I found what we were looking for. Here's the before and after.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I think I really like the look of the new pillows. Our couches and chair are brownish red, and it can be really hard to match things to it. The frame is black cedar, so I tried to bring out the trim with the pillows. And this is the most comfortable chair in the world. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Here is the coffee table that we bought from Kirkland's of all places. Who would have thought? The table is a bit small, but it came with 2 side tables, which we also need. It will come in on Monday, so Husband can put it together for me! I also bought the pillows with that swirly pattern on it to mimic the rounded edges of the tables. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I'm also thinking of trying to find a bright teal blue pillow and maybe a mustard yellow one. I think it would add a pop of color since our living room is slowly becoming monochromatic. All in due time. Maybe I can make my own pillow cases and reuse the old pillows we don't like. I think I'm reaching here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-91606092425022001142011-01-22T07:32:00.000-08:002011-01-22T07:32:24.712-08:00Pizza I love pizza. I know it isn't the healthiest food choice, but that has never stopped me from dialing for take out or browsing the freezer section at the grocery store. I was so inspired by last week's pizza from Boston's Pizza that I attempted to recreate the master piece at home. Here's how it turned out:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I found a recipe that was supposed to be similar to Papa John's sauce (maybe it kind of tasted like it?) which turned out pretty good. It required a 1/4 cup or water, which made the tomato sauce run off the dough, drop off the tray, and sizzles on the heat coils in the oven. Dinner isn't successful without smoke emanating from the kitchen, right? Anyway, this is the Sicilian recreated. Not the best, but I've made worse.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I apologize for the poor quality of pictures; only my iphone is available at this time. My Rebel XTI is what I normally use but that batteries are dead. And I can't find my charger. </div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-51534831388708196862011-01-17T07:59:00.000-08:002011-01-17T07:59:13.796-08:00Weekend Away My husband and I both got Monday off, so we took the opportunity to steal away to DFW for the weekend. I was beyond excited to leave town together as both of our work schedules involve after hours devotion. My husband is so sweet that he let me do everything that I wanted to do for the weekend. Mostly, that meant eating a lot of great food, and going to Banana Republic Outlet (only the greatest store in the world).<br />
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First stop was the Grapevine Mills Mall to shop! My husband told me to take my time at BR while he wandered over to the video game store. After that was one of my favorite places to eat La Madeleine. My husband and I love fireplaces, so we tried to snag a table close to the hearth.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the Husband and I at La Madeleine. It took us a couple of tries to get a good one of both of us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After dinner we went to a French bakery in downtown Grapevine called Main St. Bread Baking Co. We found this little place a year ago before attending a friend's wedding. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My husband opted for Creme Brulee and a white chocolate mocha. I chose cheesecake and regular coffee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> For Sunday lunch we got to have lunch with my best friend, Michelle, and Boston's Pizza. The Sicilian pizza loaded with sausage, ham, tomatoes, pepper, and onions was delicious. All in all it was a great weekend. Hope yours was as great as mine! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-81427038144246326612011-01-12T18:51:00.000-08:002011-01-12T18:51:43.053-08:00Memory Board We moved into a new building at work last week, and the most exciting part has been the opportunity to decorate. All of the offices are painted a butter yellow, so some of my wall art doesn't match anymore. The memory board I was using now clashes with the walls. It was yellow with pineapples and green ribbon. It was on sale when I bought it. Needless to say, it needed to be updated.<br />
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So I rifled through some boxes and found some houndstooth wool that was perfect for recovering the memory board. But I forgot to take a picture of what it looked like before I recovered it. A little back ribbon and painting the buttons black and the recover was complete.<br />
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Here is the recovered memory board. The ribbons are not quite center, but all I have to do is add pictures.<br />
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Much better. I should probably lower the ribbon that it hangs on, so that I can hide the big white hook. Unfortunately we can't use nails, so this is the best we have for now. Hope you like it!Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302879739804948041.post-25940304147273208312011-01-09T08:23:00.000-08:002011-01-09T08:23:05.956-08:00Good Morning Good Morning, Blogging World. Yesterday I woke up with a crick in my neck and unable to turn my head to the left, so I spent the entire day on the couch watching Lie To Me Season 2. I love Netflix streaming. My only complaint about this Saturday was that I was in pain. Sunday has arrived, I'm still sitting on the couch, still not an ambi-neck-turner and I thought I would be productive by starting a blog.<br />
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The best used Christmas gift of the season is the heating pad my mother in law gave me. At first I thought, "what would I use this for?" However, it seems to be one of those Christmas gifts that God knew I needed before I knew I needed it. So thanks Mother in Law!<br />
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There was so much that I needed to get done this weekend, like clean the apartment, work on some crafting projects for my new office, try some recipes, have a date with the husband, etc. and none of it got done. Ah well. Not much I can do about that now. Another day of blog surfing and having my husband bring me take out (he doesn't cook after a disastrous attempt at Mandarin Chicken). Blogs are great and I love reading them, so I thought I would join the conversation. Do I need to tell you the purpose of this blog? The purpose: Life and Life abundantly.<br />
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Welcome to the Blue Boxcar.Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09784380025922857547noreply@blogger.com0