tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11377767901108848362024-03-14T01:36:42.475-07:00Stedfast & WhimseyTurtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-4239487551140520052011-03-30T05:06:00.000-07:002011-03-30T05:06:41.047-07:00Minor changes, blah blah blah, and something silly.<div style="text-align: center;">Look, look guys look!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have decorated my blog for spring. Are you excited? I bet you are.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wait, are you excited for spring or my slightly springy-er blog? Because my blog is way more interesting than, you know, <i>flowers</i> and <i>colours</i> and <i>nice</i> <i>weather</i> and <i>outside</i> <i>things</i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, no, really, the weekend's blizzard snow is almost gone, and while I have yet to see anything actually <b>growing</b>, I went outside without a coat and only froze a little bit. Maybe spring is actually here? Maybe March will actually go out like a lamb?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It smells like spring at least!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways, please be patient with me and my occasionally funny looking page, I'm going to be trying to make it prettier while still keeping lots of white space. Because I love white space and I love pretty things. And maybe it will motivate me to be diligent and post more, since I do not seem to be posting four times a week like I wanted to!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Actually, it seems like almost everyone is going through a bit of a blogging lull. Is this the case? Or am I insane? Probably I am insane!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everyone, everyone, I hope your week has been good, I hope your Wednesday is lovely! Here is something that never fails to make me smile</div><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In upstate New York it's not odd to get a blizzard out-of-season, except for the fact that there IS no real out-of-season for blizzards here. We get them in October and they knock out the power, and we get them in late March and everyone goes "NOOOOO!!" and laments the spring lost to twenty-degree temperatures and white fluffies.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I like the snow.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think it's the most beautiful thing. And even though I'm probably a colder person than your average Jane (my natural body temperature rests at 96º), I don't mind the freezing weather. I like to bundle up!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I am thankful for this last lovely snow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am thankful for another chance to wear my coat and scarf. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I am thankful for my electric blanket to keep me warm at night through my almost-favorite season!</div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-57917259893039980792011-03-23T07:41:00.000-07:002011-03-23T07:41:20.965-07:00So much for productivity.<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, who here has heard of <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/">Polyvore</a>?</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">I've known about it for a while now, it's really just a website where you make outfits out of whatever clothing you want. Perfect for satisfying my clothing fancy without spending any money, right?</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">Finally signed up for it last night after hemming and hawing forever for no reason, as I often do. Sure is fun. Yup, super good times you guys. I was totally absorbed in making my first set last night when my mom <i>rudely</i> interrupted me. </div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"<span style="color: #444444;">What are you posting about tomorrow Amelia?</span>"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Idunnooo"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="color: #444444;">I thought that's what you were doing...</span>"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I'm on Polyvore"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="color: #444444;">What?</span>"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"It's a thing."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And that was enough explanation for her, I guess. But then, an hour or so later I was once again disrupted by questions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="color: #444444;">Amelia, are you going to post <i>anything</i> tomorrow?</span>"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"YESS. I am thinking. While I am on Polyvore."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="color: #444444;">...because it's getting lateish.</span>"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Yeah, I'm waking up at 5:00 anyways, I'll just do it then. LOOK AT THIS DRESSSSSS."</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/our_so-called_friend/set?.embedder=2355862&.mid=embed&id=29625074" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Our So-Called Friend." border="0" force="1" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnJOek5WdjFVNEJHdkNGR3dobXJnRGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Our So-Called Friend." width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is all I have to show for last night.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"> So I wake up and brush my teeth and the baby comes and I put her to sleep and I sit down with my coffee and my mac and <i>I go on Polyvore and start a new set.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/how_to_grow_woman/set?.embedder=2355862&.mid=embed&id=29630501" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="How To Grow A Woman..." border="0" force="1" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnNzbDduRU5WNEJHWksyZ2Nmb0VlNFEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How To Grow A Woman..." width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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And mom comes downstairs.<br />
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"<span style="color: #444444;">Did you decide what you're going to do your post about?</span>"<br />
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"............Poooooooooolyvore?" <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Good times you guys, real good times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Only thing is...I haven't been quite as <i>productive</i> as I had planned to be. It turns out babies take up all your time. Who could possibly have imagined that?! I'm getting all (well, err, <i>most</i>) of the things I need to get done done, but my extracurriculars are falling by the wayside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few weeks ago, Diana (sweet baby Ariana's mother) called me up and told me she wanted to apply for a new job, since she was massively unhappy at her current one. Um, yeah, go for it Diana!! Why ask me? Welllll, it's only three days a week, but it's twelve hour shifts. 6:00am-6:00pm. And the days would vary, but you'd get them four weeks in advance...would you be okay with that? </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;">Yes, I would TOTALLY be okay with that!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So this was the first week of the new long shift job. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I got the baby at 5:15 and she went home at 7:00. And I am <i>thrilled</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am not thrilled about waking up at 4:45. Noo, no sir. But I am thrilled about having four days off! I have the time now to really be productive, and to better keep to my plan for self betterment, and to sleep more because I love to sleep so much, and to help with Noah's school, and to actually cook dinner, and to finish and send out the two billion packages I have for people, and all sorts of other lovely things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's kind of amazing how God just keeps giving and giving and giving. </div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-35172424536357921082011-03-21T04:59:00.000-07:002011-03-21T10:59:59.733-07:00Oh, disapointment!<div style="text-align: center;">So I've already told you guys about how I love to make desserts for my church's winter dinners (Pie Pops?). And also you know that I like to make them fun. So a few weeks ago I decided I wanted to make something both delicious and <i>pretty</i>. Like, maybe the prettiest thing I could find a recipe for. Yes, the prettiest thing. So I found this GORGEOUS cheesecake-y tart with fresh strawberries, kiwi, blueberries, and a lime glaze. And I spent a good time making it too. It was absolutely the prettiest. I was proud. I was the best. I was excited.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then suddenly, <b>BOOM</b>. Snowstorm. I am unperturbed. This is western New York. A third of the year is a snowstorm here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then suddenly, <b>BOOM</b>. Or, <b>RING</b>. The phone. And church is canceled because of the snow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So guess what we had for breakfast?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-59484687038901572542011-03-17T20:59:00.000-07:002011-03-17T21:02:32.339-07:00Something very close to my heart.<div style="text-align: center;">So, I had a post all planned for tomorrow. All written out, in fact. As, you know, a part of my quest for betterment of self and being responsible and posting and such. And I saved it, and I went to check my feed. And I saw that a few people I am following had posted the same thing. They aren't posting anything tomorrow, they are participating in a blogging day of silence for Japan.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.forjapanwithlove.com/">For Japan With Love</a></b></span><br />
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When I was fifteen years old I had the chance to go to Japan with a family from my church. The husband is a Japanese teacher and the wife is Japanese, born and raised in Sapporo. At the time they had three kids and I went along, kind of as a mother's helper but mostly because they were kind enough to let me...and it was the most amazing experience of my life. Even then, my heart went out to the people there. Did you know that less that 3% of Japan is Christian? Their culture is such that it is nearly impossible to evangelize to them. I want to say more on that, and someday I will, but it's 11:50 and I only have 10 minutes left!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways, this disaster affected me massively. On Wednesday, one of that family's little boys was telling me about the nuclear meltdowns and how there were whirlpools and waves and fires. And all I could think of was his family over there, all the people that I met and knew and love and pray for, and how I wish I could just fly over there and DO SOMETHING.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, this is what I'm doing, I guess. I know I only have a few followers, but it's a start, right? And I'm not trying to guilt you into donating, but if you would just send off a prayer when you read this...a prayer for their physical needs as well as their spiritual ones. Because God is Great, and he can make good come out of the worst situations imaginable.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's 11:57! I just made it I think!!</div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-18031769487258006532011-03-17T05:36:00.000-07:002011-03-17T05:36:47.159-07:00Today I share with you one of the reasons I love the internet.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://meriadick-brandycock.tumblr.com/photo/1280/3570373944/1/tumblr_lhcmfyRarv1qfrr7z" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="508" src="http://meriadick-brandycock.tumblr.com/photo/1280/3570373944/1/tumblr_lhcmfyRarv1qfrr7z" width="640" /></a></div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-55018627480315432802011-03-16T03:27:00.000-07:002011-03-16T03:27:21.925-07:00Some vices.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is a picture of my hand. Notice anything odd?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Go ahead, click on the picture. I'll wait.</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;"> OH MY GOSH AMELIA YOUR FINGERNAILS! WHAT HAPPENED TO THEMMMMM?</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;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r6hvP2wUSuI/TYAZ8Bxj4WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_0CA4BS3Pj8/s1600/shortest2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r6hvP2wUSuI/TYAZ8Bxj4WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_0CA4BS3Pj8/s320/shortest2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well...the other day when I said that my main vice was buying clothing? That may not have been strictly accurate. It's very possible that my main vice is epic nail-biting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Really epic nail-biting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've chewed my nails since I had teeth. This bad habit is over 19 years old you guys! And after trying every cure known to man and womankind I have been forced to acknowledge that maybe I'm never going to stop and I'm going to be a ninety year old lady who still bites her nails down to lengths previously thought impossible and who pretty much never got to use her massive nail polish collection.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's another vice guys. I buy too much nail polish. I see a beautiful colour at Target and <i>I just can't help myself.</i> I follow nail polish trends for goodness sake (Gunmetal greys, baby blues, nudes, all "<b>in</b>" this spring). Probably this is the silliest way of spending my time, my money, and my brainspace. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Amelia. Enough is enough woman. Just give up, your nail polish dreams will never come true. Resign yourself to your fate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OH NOOOO, LOOK AT THIS PICTURE, WHAT ARE THOSE, <i><b>KIWI NAILS</b></i>?! WHAT IS THIS INSANITY. </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 then the lightbulb went on. <span style="color: black;">Bing.</span> <i>Who says I have to paint my own pitiful nails?</i> There are other people who can use my nail polish expertise. People with, you know, fingernails. Woah, I just blew my own mind.</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;">Aaaaaand she liked them!!</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 it was way more fun than doing my own fingers has ever been. Really.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I guess the question now is...<span style="font-size: small;"><b>does anyone want their nails done?</b></span></div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-78581289257160308272011-03-15T07:36:00.000-07:002011-03-16T22:30:03.264-07:00ALIVE!<div style="text-align: center;">Alrighty-o guys, I'm back from my unscheduled blog vacation. It seems that what was meant to be a simple 3 day weekend has turned into more than a week of writing free days. Oooooooops!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My only excuse for this is that the past ten days have had more than their fair share of comings and goings and events and crazy. A very good friend left for Boston and my beloved Casey came back from India. There have been concerts and there have been midnight trips to Denny's that may have involved the perfect veggie burger. There have definitely been <i>many</i> intense car rides. Emotional intensity probably was the most draining thing about these days, most of my closest friends are going through some really tough times and I am pretty absorbed in that and them. I guess that's my <i>real</i> excuse for my no-bloggy week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But now, you see, I am turning over a new leaf. No, really, I am. I'm completely not joking and 100% serious. I am finally used to being home now and it seems high time for me to start myself on a schedule for self-betterment, including, but not limited to;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Waking up earlier to do my Pilates (I have passionate love for Pilates you guys)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eating healthier (<a href="http://www.forgivenlovemuch.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a>, you're my inspiration on this one!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eating on a more normal human schedule (No more breakfast at 4PM)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cooking more interesting foods (Ohhh, I have some good posts on this one all set up. STAY TUNED.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Devoting real and specific time to my art (As in, maybe an hour a day? I'm not sure about how to implement this one, but it needs to be done, do doubt, no doubt.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sewing my clothing instead of buying it (I buy too much clothing. It's my main vice.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sleeping more (If I can. Anyone have cures for insomnia here? I'd be super grateful!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And last but absolutely not least, <b>posting here at least 4 times a week</b>. Maybe this means setting up my posts in advance over the weekend, or waking up even earlier to write between Bible and working out (PILATES! I LOVE IT!). I don't know. But it's really important to me, I kind of love doing this, and I kind of totally love you guys. So don't leave me! I'm still here!</div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-58413760035549981802011-03-03T04:49:00.000-08:002011-03-03T04:49:35.618-08:00Yummy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> See? It even says so on the package.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, anyways, it's 5:00 and I spot something on the dining room table. It's suspiciously package-like. Curiosity starts. Why isn't it opened? I cautiously make my way towards it, creeping soft and silent as a lynx who doesn't want to wake up the baby moby-wrapped to her torso.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I pick it up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What's that?" asks my dear mother.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"A package...not yours?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's weird..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At this point Noah interjects with a blindingly nonchalant "<i>Oh yeah, that came today</i>". Packages are unimportant to him, I suppose.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are WAAY important to me though, and after having the brilliant idea to actually <i>look</i> at the box, I find out that this one is for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dwCo1rps564/TW3ERjGj6FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R4znbfvxuec/s1600/elpackage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dwCo1rps564/TW3ERjGj6FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R4znbfvxuec/s320/elpackage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>And it's from Ann</i></b> (over at <a href="http://washboardstorms.blogspot.com/">Washboard Storms</a>), my cosmic cousin clone crazy chica. Man man man man man I'm <b>so</b> excited now...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And just in case you can't read what she wrote there, I'll type it out here. Because I wouldn't want you to miss it. Because it may be the best and most encouraging and wonderful and adorable and wise card I have ever gotten.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dear Amelia, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Well hey now there then! How goes it? So this is an odd thing, ain't it? To be sent a used coffee cup from someone you have never met...Ah well, don't fear, I will not send you <u>ALL</u> of my trash, but I saw this idea somewhere, sometime, and since you <u>LOVE</u> coffee, and you are a writer, I assumed you would be needing a coffee cup pencil holder. TA DA!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Here's the story: I drank this cup of coffee on a day when I didn't know if my life was going to be right-side out or upside down. You just never know with this life, and I think some of us never know even MORE than the rest of the population. Right?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>What's to do? </i><b>Wait with hope</b><i>- not dread or fear or anxiety. It sounds all bubbly and nice, but it's really hard work and it takes guts and coffee. I think you have access to both. In my long life I have never known the Lord to fail in love or goodness, and <u><b>HE</b></u> is who we wait on - our hope is not ashamed because he is mighty and able and <u>willing</u>.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Love, Andrea (Ann)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, Ann? Yeah, I'm waiting with hope. Thank you for making my Day right-side out~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-37352013442434876272011-02-28T10:08:00.000-08:002011-02-28T10:08:49.153-08:00DIY weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Alrighty, first of all I'd like to thank <a href="http://sanctuary-me.blogspot.com/">SeekingMyLord</a> for the Stylish Blogger award...so sweet♥ Thank you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My walls which were once a year-2002-era lime green are now a pearly grey.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Paint-$35)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was given a beautiful futon frame by a family at our church and I'm currently making do with my twin mattress on it while I save for a full size futon. I did buy a lovely new quilt from Urban Outfitters ($30 ON SALE! Best!) and a white comforter from Target ($15) to replace my decrepit old neon daisy bedclothes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My big spend though was a closet system to turn my wall into my closet so my closet could be book storage space. It was way too much. I won't even tell you. So now my shoestring budget is absolutely shot. I shamelessly stole curtains from my generous mother. I also took my generous mother's old sewing desk and ripped out the (broken) sewing machine to make room for my legs.<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Being tall is a curse.</span> Now, out of things to steal from my generous mother, I had to look within my own collection of stuff and stuff to cover my bare, lonely walls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">I love doing things like this. And honestly, I like them much better than what I could have bought at the store!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> One of my best friends , Casey, is on a missions trip in India currently. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Now, Casey's a courageous lady. She's there for months, and by herself! And we talk on the phone, and I say things like "I can't wait until you come home, you haven't seen my room since I painted it!", and she says things like, "Oh Amelia, next week I might be going to Calcutta to work with the Missionaries of Charity!" and I feel like a dweebo, and I miss her. She's felt called to India since she was a little little girl and it is<i> incredible</i> to see how God put everything in order for her, how she just happened to meet just the right people at just the right time, how there was a genuine need that only she could fill. What God is doing through her over there is amazing. And Casey is amazing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, here are a few of the pictures she's sent of her trip so far, I enjoyed them so much and I imagine you will too~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casey took all the kids out for a play day and they fell asleep like this on the ride home. Don't you love the last little boy in the line? So not asleep!</td></tr>
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<i><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></b></span></i><b style="color: #666666;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Romans 10:12–15</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S. Okay guys, it's very possible that today might be awful for</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> me...your prayers for me would be appreciated alongside </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">your prayers for my lovely Casey</span>!!</div><a data-resourcename=""niv"" href="http://biblia.com/bible/niv/Romans%2010.12%E2%80%9315#footnote1" rel="popup"><span style="font-size: 80%; line-height: 0pt; vertical-align: super;"></span></a></div><div class="lang-en" style="font-size: 1em; text-indent: 18pt;"></div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-23940058839918756002011-02-21T05:20:00.000-08:002011-02-21T05:20:16.696-08:00Dessert<div style="text-align: center;">Sundays in winter at our church are delicious food days. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll tell you what though, those little monsters were fiddly to make. They separated top from bottom, bubbled over, slid off their sticks...took me a good hour to perfect them. But once I got them down, I was like a pie pop making<i><b> machine.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the interest of full disclosure I must confess that the crust to filling ratio was all wrong. They were tasty, don't get me wrong, but I expected them to be basically the most amazing pie experience of my life! It's a flaw in the design, I guess. <i>BUT LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was thinking of doing a tutorial on how to make them, since they were so fiddly. If anyone's interested?</div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-45854649515893356662011-02-18T11:06:00.000-08:002011-02-18T11:06:04.070-08:00Black Plague/Flu/Death<div style="text-align: center;">Some of you expressed enthusiasm for the idea of hearing about my "Everyday Adventures". So I'm here today to relate the everyday adventure of being sick.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's like this-Baby Arianna is sick on Tuesday and, unbeknownst to us, our house becomes a virtual incubator of viral plague. Wednesday morning we are feeling a little funny and grocery shopping falls to the much more palatable idea of staying home and resting. Wednesday evening rolls around and we are feeling sick indeed, call into church, I'm so sorry I'm sick and I can't teach my class tonight, would you mind taking over for me thank you so much you're a lifesaver. Wednesday night and we're....well...the only ACCURATE way to describe it is the worst sickness that has ever happened to anyone in the history of forever (I kid, I kid!). Thursday I am too sick to watch poor baby and the day is spent laying down, feeling awful, and avoiding food. Friday, today, I am sad to report that I am still quite under the weather. But I am upright, breathing, and fit to type!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I think it's important to tell you that only my mother and I have gotten sick so far, which brings me to a portion of this post I am going to call</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">On Wednesday morning he noticed I was feeling unwell, so he made me my favourite breakfast.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And even though I wasn't <i>quite</i> hungry, the gesture was sweet!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thursday comes around, and the adults in his house are dead to the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>"Do I have you take care of you like little children? Uhhhh. Okay?" </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> He makes us rice. He bikes down to the corner convenience store to buy us ginger ale. We have blankets and pillows. He tells us, most gallantly, that we CAN watch "<i>Mooshy</i> <i>girly stuff</i>" on Netflix, he doesn't mind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moral of the story: Being sick is lame, but it helps if you're blessed with a little brother who often acts like a big one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Only, today I am sick. I am quite sick. I do not want to write a post, I want to sleep forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The first day of my new job <i>at home</i> you guys. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I'm nannying a little girl, you may have heard of her. Goes by the name of Arianna. Quite possibly the most beautiful baby ever born.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't tell you how happy I am!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, part of this happiness may<i> possibly </i>be attributed to the fact that I am getting paid to love one of the most lovable little beings I have ever met. I think that would make almost anyone happy!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm just so happy to be <b>home.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been working out-of-my-home for more than two years, and I've had a few very good, fulfilling sort of jobs. My past year and a half has been spent working at a workshop program with developmentally disabled adults. <i>This is something I like to do, this is something I am good at!</i> Other than a looney boss and a very lazy young man I had very little to complain about. Only, it wasn't what I wanted. (Or wasn't making me happy. Or wasn't right.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Getting up at six every morning and rushing to pull on my (mandated) jeans and putting on some makeup and pulling out my hair and leaving for eight hours to run around in circles and coming home way too tired to to much more than eat, shower, and sleep is not where my life is going. I don't think that's God's plan for me! I anticipate wifeyness and motherdom in my future, not careeritude. So when the opportunity presented itself for me to go home for good, I gave my two weeks notice and thanked God pretty profusely. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like my life is balancing out~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><b>AND I'LL NEVER HAVE TO WEAR JEANS AGAIN OH MAN I HATE JEANS THEY ARE THE WORST I AM SERIOUS YOU GUYS SWEATPANTS ARE COOL BUT OTHER THAN THAT IT'S SKIRTS ALL THE WAY. ALL THE WAY.</b></div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137776790110884836.post-91729215672475043762011-02-14T03:27:00.000-08:002011-02-14T03:27:57.962-08:00Today is the first day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amelia Faith.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twenty years old.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Mad and passionate lover of coffee.</div><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, okay, hi guys! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some things that may or may not be important.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> About me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Because I<i> know</i> you're interested.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><ul><li> <b>I am a girl. </b>Obviously, you may be saying to yourself: why is she telling us this? Well, I am telling you because it is very important. I love being a girl. I am a very girly girl. Okay, yeah, my little brother has a habit of calling me his "big brother", so maybe I'm not <i>always </i>a girly girl. But mostly I am. I'm a big brother in a skirt.</li>
<li> <b>I live at home. </b>Home meaning a big yellow Victorian house in a small town in New York along with my mother, sister, and brother. Yes, I'm 20 and still living at home. Yes, I'll tell you about that later. </li>
<li><b> I love making things. </b>I especially love making things pretty ♥</li>
<li><b>I don't date.</b> No way. This doesn't mean I'm a snob, or that I don't like boys. It means I'm waiting for the right man. So until God decides I'm ready for him, there are better things to do!</li>
<li><b>I make stupid faces all the time.</b> It's not super attractive. But it's just the way I am. Or something. You'll see.</li>
<li><b>I am a huge fan of friendliness, optimism, and positivity.</b> Looking on the bright side is almost always the best choice!</li>
<li><b>I love Jesus.</b> This is the most important one. He is my rock. I try to be like him every day, I try! I try but I always fail. That's the miracle of salvation though, every time I mess up,<i> every time</i> he's there to forgive me. It's always been super hard for me to articulate my feelings about my faith, but I will tell you that it is the most important thing. Jesus is the most important thing!</li>
<li><b>I'm totally serious about the coffee.</b> Love the stuff. One cream, one sugar, my day is made. My love can be bought with coffee <span style="font-size: xx-small;">almost</span>.</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: center;">What about you, anybody anybody anybody? Tell me something important about <b><i>YOU</i></b>. Then give me a link to your blog, so we can be friends!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;">As long as you're not creepy.</div>Turtlehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15866620269784386620noreply@blogger.com32