Thursday, December 17, 2009

Milwaukee Laine

hello, hello. as michelle said we're back... hopefully it will last :) we were able to go to a good friends wedding in milwaukee mid-november. it was beautiful and now another place michelle wants to move to. we'll see. i met jake out here at church and we found out that we had actually "met" before. he's from cincinnati and we both went to the same dmb concert back in '98! when i think real hard i believe i do remember him, he was sitting a couple sections over and a few rows down. i remember being jealous because he was closer to the stage. anyway we reignited the friendship that we had embarked upon at that concert so long ago and he became our third wheel. his wife is lovely and her name's lia, now lia laine. could jake be superman?! probably, i wouldn't be surprised. anyway here's some pics of the trip. we also went down to chi-town to hang out with some of my old friends and eat the best pizza ever. period. it was awesome!

chicago. what!

at the rehearsal dinner. yeah that's a sweet stache!

the beautiful newlyweds. (on the left.)

hammin' it up at the reception!

somewhere in milwaukee.

Friday, December 11, 2009

MmmMmmMmm...Raw Pecan Pie

Howdy Friends!

Tis' the season to make, bake, & eat sweets. Right? It's virtually everywhere: work parties, church parties, friend's parties, grocery store samples, gifts from neighbors or co-workers. How about those cookie parties that leave you hauling home 6 dozen cookies!! Holey Moley! Just about any social gathering is laiden with delectable morsels to nibble on...all night long!
Now, I am sure you don't want to, but consider the sugar that each bite of deliciousness is laden with.
White sugar, corn syrup, artificial sweeteners. These sugars are wreaking HAVOC on our bodies!
Now don't get me wrong. You all know I love to bake! There is something comforting about enjoying a delicious dessert this time of year.
As for me, baking is almost cathartic. I enjoy the process even more than eating the finished product!

Recently, I have been dabbling with raw desserts. Why?
Each bite is nutrient dense and not weighed down with a combination of ingredients that are "empty calories' and/or are difficult for our systems to process.
My sweeteners of choice are: Maple Syrup, Agave Nectar, Raw Honey, Raw Sugar, & Stevia.
This recipe was taken from Kimberly Snyder. I enhanced it a little bit...but, uh...haha, I forgot how. I think I just added coconut. I recommend trying it. You can go to Kimberly's blog for the recipe!


Friday, December 4, 2009

We're baaaack!

I am at least. Let's see, April was the date of last entry. Holey Moley. A lot sure has happened between then and now. If interested in seeing photos right away, feel free to check out my Facebook photos here. I will (try) to have an end of year photo recap, well, at the end of the year.
Stephenie Meyer has been my author of choice in the last few months. I've read the Twilight series and The Host. Fun reading. I won't write about it here, but you better believe I will talk your ear off about it.
My mind appreciated the break, but now back into educational mode for me.
I've got a list of nutritional/holistic lifestyle books I will be reading over the next few months and will be sure to include a synopsis of the nutritional philosophy as well as my thoughts.
Up to bat is: Metabolic Typing.
On the bench: The No-Grain Diet, Outsmarting the Female Fat Cell,(again), The Milk Book, Food, Inc. & Not Just a Pretty Face.
(Am I citing these books properly?)
Here and there, I will do my best to update you guys on why I do the "weird things I do", like use Coconut Oil, use glass storage containers, avoid commercial deodorants (well, deodorant altogether), pass on the beverage during dinner time and so on and so forth.
As for today, right now:
I am actually excited about the clutter on my counter. Well, take a look!

MMMmmmmMM, right?!

I am attempting Ferrero Rawcher, found at this lil' lady's blog. I found her randomly the other night.
If you plan on attending the lady's get-together, tonight, at Pam Savage's house, then you are in luck! (thereotically-the lil' balls aren't made yet)
Well, I'm off to concocting the hazelnut chocolate coating.

One more thing, on a more serious note:
Today, all day, we are on our soul's knees for Matt Chandler of The Village Church. We hope that you will be as well.


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Who knew Filipinos sun-burned?!

And now, here I am, sneaking trips to the beach in between clients. Who knew filipinos could burn?
This is a new thing for me. I know, I know, I am only 28 and I don't have any strange fixations on turning 30. Not yet, anyhow. But my once resilient & bronzed, lather-me-with coconut oil baby!, sun loving skin is now enemies with the sun. Seriously. Genes-shmenes. Forget the tropical ancestory, my white boy father's heritage is taking over in my body. I am red and I am burning. Oh, and those little lines long the bathing suit, c'mon ladies, you know what I am talking about. Geez, I experienced a whole new burn during 6 a.m. spin class today.
So, the beach. I am pretty astonished by the beach. My recent observations have convinced me that our residency near the beach will last as long as we don't have children.
Once that test reads yes, so does the go ahead and begin packing the bags and hiking deep into the mountains. Safe and COLD and no need to 'dress down for the weather'.
No way in heck do I plan on having a beach babe daughter. (or beach babe watching son)
Yesterday, I was laying out on my back, neck craned up and forward and realize I am definitely the biddy of the beach. I reach for my glasses: undercover, now those highschoolers are unaware of my watchful eye. I mean, really, I don't mean to boast, but I don't recall flaunting my bootie like that!

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Moses' new best friend

Jon, Aaron's brother, came to visit this past weekend. With him came another lil' rascal, Eddie.
Oh Eddie, the assertive lil' pup that poops bigger than ol' Mo, nowhere else but at the foot of our bed! Eddie is one heck of a ball of energy that puts a 1oo pound dog like Moses into submission. literally. Everyday their bond grew and, sadly, the two had to part ways Monday.

Sunday, April 5, 2009


not the band, just something that deepak chopra said.
Things like this cause me to want a television. But I guess we don't actually need one, because I did end up watching it online.

Did you watch this on Nightline? Even if you did, watch it again.
(click on the link below)

Does Satan Exist?


Thursday, April 2, 2009

Colors of Tucson

We visited Mom and Dad and lil' bro James in Arizona. My picture taking doesn't exactly give the desert's beauty it's due justice. These are from Mt. Lemmon and Agua Caliente.
Please enjoy. Be inspired.


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

what makes you run faster?

I was running uphill and I wanted to give in to a walk, but this chorus sang in my ears, beat in my heart, and caused my steps to pound faster on the pavement.

Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight

We’re coming close and then even closer
We bring it in but we get no further
We’re separate, two ghosts in one mirror, no nearer
Later on if it turns to chaos
Hurricane coming all around us
See the crack, pull it back from the window, you stay low

Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight

A cluster of vignettes flashed in my mind. Whose hands were going to comfort who? How many ways could these words be interpreted? A daughter needing the safety of dad. A lady longing for the safety of lover's embrace. An old man hoping to pass away with the comfort of a son. A soldier rescuing a small child from the horror of war.

And I thought. God.

I ran faster and the spark started in my toenails and up my fastly moving legs, traveling speedily up my spine. My heart was beating pretty damn fast. Was it the running or the truth of a living Love outside of me and you and everyone around us. And the last clip I saw was myself crying out for the arms of God.

And I thought, what does that look like? I know what it feels like.

And all of those scenarios. All of those scenarios can be Him through us. Those scenarios don't have to be substitutionary love. Oh man, he is so real and I am not only writing this because I had some emotional experience from a song. He existed before us, with us now, and after us and I am just happy for you to know that or be reminded of it.


Sunday, March 22, 2009

"What a great day, from the moment we woke up," Aaron said.

Happy Birthday high five from ole' Mo

"It's my birthday and I'll pee where I want to...especially a small space reserved for growing pretty flowers!"

We had plans to sit on the beach and pray together. Well, I had expectations that we were going to. It was windy and cold and our feet walked more miles than what we planned so we plopped on the bench and allowed the morning to take course. Sometimes expectations get blown away by better happenings. Marriage really is enriched with the meltdown of expectations.

I love Asians. Both signs from one bathroom stall.

Irvine's redeeming qualities.

Seems to be a serious discussion. Perhaps concerning Jake's tendency to hurl sticky tapioca balls from his tongue.


Slightly embarrassed to post this, but I have to. Look how RIDICULOUS I am. Lia is clearly wondering what the heck is going on. And what is Aaron doing?

Aaron and Jake. Two silly goons from Ohio, both faithful men and the nicest men you will probably ever meet.

You know the type of friends that you can very easily be silly or serious with? These are those people. The type of friendship that is effortless, yet compels you to put effort into the relationship.

People often ask what my husband and I like to do together. Do we go out dancing? Do we go to fancy dinners or watch the latest movies? The least expected answer is that we like to thrift. a lot.
It is our favorite thing. ever. to. do.

Pumped to thrift. Yes, another self shot photo, how did you guess?

I used to read a lot. I used to read all sorts of books. I love Dostoevsky, TOLSTOY!, the Bible. Philosophical tidbits, thoughtful novels, political commentary. Truthfully, I stopped a long time ago. I don't know why. Sometimes life seems too busy, but I don't think that is valid. I think we allow ourselves to be too busy with the wrong priority list. Well, that is true for me anyway.
I've decided to start reading again, at least more than just fitness articles. I am starting with this book. I use to talk negatively about this book. Ignorant. I had no right to. I hadn't ever read the book. So, this is how I started our drive back home from OC.

I like this photo because it reminds me to enjoy and appreciate life. Unless the decision is made to experience them, the moments of splendor and beauty will pass you right by.(or do we pass them by?) And often times they happen where you least expect it.

It wasn't just a great day, it was actually a great weekend.

I feel lucky to have a friends that will bring me beautiful, joyful flowers. I feel lucky that they came over Friday night and just relaxed over dinner, a bottle of wine, and tolerated our dog's need to sniff everyone's crotch.

This is Sarah. Sweet.Thoughtful.Quirky.Creative.You can experience her here.
Sarah and super fun and nice and funny and really nice husband, Josh.
I am sorry Minners. We didn't take any photos Saturday, but we enjoyed our tasty dinner and gripping games of 10,000.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Too early in the morning

"Oh my crabs hurt!"
"Crabs? What do you mean your crabs?"
"Oops, I mean my cramps!"

Monday, March 9, 2009

Bouldering/Hiking at Mt. Woodson

Yesterday Michelle, Moses, and I went to Mt. Woodson to try out the new crashpad I got Michelle for Christmas. As some of you may know one of my least favorite things to do is hike. I don't get it, walking in the woods just isn't that special for me. Anyway I sucked it up because Michelle loves it and we headed off to the mountain. Here's a video of our day...


Thursday, February 26, 2009

Lunch with the Uhers: A photo tour

Photo A:
Colorful and delectable salad carefully placed on a unique handmade rare-of-a-find plate. Matching cup filled with a lovely side of cottage cheese. "Thank you Sweet Wife" (that is what he said...just not out loud)

Photo B: Sunny and cheerful is our lunchtime courtyard view.

Photo C: After leaving momentarily, he returns, red plastic bowl in hand. "Mmm, this is good, but I'm making a casserole."
A casserole? Last time I checked, a casserole is (according to my mac dictionary):a kind of stew that is cooked slowly in an oven : a chicken casserole.• a large covered dish, typically of earthenware or glass, used for cooking such stews. Seriously, anything mixed with more than two ingredients is a casserole for this offbeat Ohio man.

Photo D: "Oh yeah! Screw the delicate handmade pottery, I'm using my red plastic mixing bowl and cramming as much casserole as possible down my throat."

Photo E: Cute couple. Can you guess which one of us still has a giant bite of food in his/her mouth? Hmmmmm...P.S. Headband catch your eye? Her craft is almost as adorable as she is. (Check out Etsy for all kinds of unique handmade and vintage goods)

Photo F: He gets up again. This time he returns with half a bag of tortilla chips. Puts his entire hand into the bag, grabs a handful, and smashes both of his hands together, and, VOILA!

Photo G:
Me with one of my favorite mugs. I know, things are things, whatever, they are "gonna burn one day", but I take pride in my humble little collection of vintage mugs. It takes a special eye to spot these gems and I pay top Quarters for these thrift store finds.

Photo H:
The goulash-casserole-whatever mess is finished off. Time for dessert: Organic chocolate chip cookies. I spy a creeper in the photo, do you?

Photo I: Ok, remember Photo G? The cutesy mug. A small collection of mugs stand like soldiers in our cupboard, just waiting to be called upon and used. He could care less. Where did he get that thing filled with milk? I think he pulled it straight out of the recycling bin.

Photo J:
Yep, that's my man. And I stinkin' love him.

a different but loving pair.