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Caption Please

I was going through our pictures and found this.  It was taken before Easter.

Caption please.




Man-Post! …(or at least a post put up by a man)

Hi there!

This is not Staci… this is her amazing, awesome, attractive, and seriously weird husband, Michael.  This is my first post… so, I apologize for poor typing, gramatical errors, and being a little over the top.  Anyhow… I was reading an article today, and shared about it with Staci.  She told me I should post it… so if you don’t enjoy this post, don’t blame me… blame her because she told me to share it 🙂


Now for the good stuff:

So I was reading this article today that I saw on my Yahoo! Homepage, and you can follow this link to a video of the news story. (If you followed the link skip ahead, if you didnt continue reading…) Apparently, Cambridge, Mass is beginning to add pictures of, and instructions to, yoga moves on their parking tickets, so that you will be more relaxed when you get one.


Isn’t that ridiculous?!  I mean really?  That would make me feel insulted!  Am I a child that putting pictures on a ticket is supposd to help me not be mad?!   Let’s use our imaginations here…

You wouldn’t put a picture of Elmo on your spanking paddle for your children would you?  “Hey son, you should enjoy these light slams on your rear end a little more cause Elmo is smiling at you.”  No, He is mocking me! Is what the kid would think!

I mean, Honestly, It’s like you just got dumped on and then they gave you a sticker and said “Here! Be Happy :)”


This whole thing is so ridiculous that the news anchors couldn’t even make this into a serious story!


There’s just so many better things you could do…

Like put a joke on the ticket instead, that might at least make me laugh

Maybe tape a dum-dum sucker onto the ticket

or best of all… just leave it a plain old ticket!  It’s a ticket for goodness sake! Nobody will ever be happy getting a ticket no matter what you do!


Anyway.   Now that that is off my chest… Do you find this as ridiculous as I do? … and secondly, what is something (in your opinion) that people do that they think is a good idea when it’s really a terrible one?



Dorky Brother, Gorgeous Sister

Two weekends ago, Michael and I took our youth to the Oklahoma Youth Evangelism Conference (YEC) in Norman, OK.  We had a great time, and it was awesome to be there with our youth…but one of my favorite parts of the weekend was seeing my brother and sister!  My brother is a youth intern at a church in Moore, and my sister is in that youth group.


While I was waiting with some of “our kids” for the doors to open, I saw my brother with some of the other youth workers at his church.  The first thing I said:  “YOU’RE SUCH A DORK!”

The first thing he did:  started yelling “THIS IS MY SISTER!” at the top of his lungs while he hugged me/jumped up and down at the same time.

After I told him he’d better stop before he ripped one of my earrings out, we took this attractive picture:

I admit, I look pretty dorky too, but how could I be normal if I knew he was going to pose like that?!

I asked him where in the world he’d found glasses like that, and he told me that he was up on the roof of the church (I still don’t really know why…) and when they came down, they went to a janitor’s closet (don’t know why they did that either…) and he found a whole bunch of safety goggles.  So he decided to wear them.

And you know what the crazy thing is?  HE CAN PULL IT OFF!  If anyone else acted like he did, people would think they were crazy.  But everyone LOVES him, and somehow he makes dorkiness the coolest thing ever.

In all honesty, though, I absolutely love my brother, and I don’t know what I’d do without him.  We’ve been GREAT friends our whole life, and we just have a ton of fun together.  There is never a dull moment when he’s around.  And I’m so proud of the man he’s become.  I can’t believe that he’ll be 21 in a few months!  He’s going back to school for his Airplane Mechanic degree/license in a few months, and he should graduate in 18 months.  He knows that he wants to do some kind of ministry, but he doesn’t know if it’ll be overseas or in the U.S.



My sister and I had been texting while we were both waiting for the doors to open (her group was at another entrance), and once we got our seats, I told her where we were sitting.  She couldn’t find us if her life depended on it, so I went over and tried to find her.

After a HUGE hug and all of her friends telling me hi (do any other older siblings feel like a celebrity when they get around their brother/sister’s friends?), we took this pic:

I can’t believe how gorgeous and grown up she’s gotten!  Even though she’s 13 now, I still feel like she should be 6.  She probably thinks I’m a crazy person because every time we see each other I catch myself staring at her.  I just can’t get over the fact that she’s growing up so fast!

And what makes things better is that she is an amazing young lady!  She’s on the leadership team at her church, and she has the sweetest personality.  She was also accepted to be in Yearbook and some other kind of leadership team at school.  She wants to get her RN and Nurse Practitioner (I think that’s what it’s called) Degree so that she can be a medical missionary overseas.  I’m so proud of her!



I’m so thankful that God has blessed me with such incredible siblings (and parents!), and that our family is so close.  Even though we didn’t get to spend a ton of time together, it was SOO good to see my brother and sister here and there throughout the weekend!



Oh–and here’s a picture of my husband being a dork right along with my brother.  It’s crazy how much they can be alike at times!





Q for you: Are you close to your siblings?  Are you the oldest (bossy child), middle (crazy child), or youngest (baby child)–or is your personality out of the ordinary for your birth order?


Vacation Recap Day 5: Walk, Splash, Flip

On day 5 of our vacation (Monday the 5th), we woke up to the smell of Michael’s aunts cooking bacon.  {Let me say here that I’m pretty sure bacon is my favorite meat.  But it’s probably a REALLY good thing I don’t get to eat it as much as I’d like!}  After breakfast, we decided to go on a walk.  Even though it was hot, it was gorgeous outside.


We walked towards the beach and saw the UT Marine Science Institution.  How fun would that degree be?!

We ended up finding a little walkway with different information stations and rest areas along the path.  When we got to the end of the path, there were some ladies watching the ocean.  They said that there were ships coming back and forth all morning.  One of them was from another country, and one of the ladies said it was like they were watching a movie.

We decided to go and sit on the jetty for a while and see if anymore came by.


Here it comes!

It was a Coast Guard Ship.  The ladies said that this ship was going back and forth to help direct the bigger ships.

It was really nice being down on the water.

“I’m fallin’ and I can’t get up!”  (name that movie…)

We decided to walk along the jetty  a little more–it was so nice down by the water!

Another ship came by while we were walking.  I think ships are so fascinating!

We came to the end of the jetty (by the way–I learned what a jetty was this trip) and saw a bunch of birds.  Even though they weren’t seagulls, I still thought “Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!”

We thought that there would be a walkway or something that connected the jetty to the marina next to Michael’s aunt’s condo….but there wasn’t.  We didn’t want to walk all the way back to the path and then on to the road to get back, so we decided to climb on the rocks and hope for the best.

The rocks made me think about my worst class in the history of my college career: geology.  They were geodes.  Don’t ask me what kind–I have no clue (hints worst class ever).

We finally made it to the end of the rocks.  And it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be!

We could see the condo across the marina entrance:

And the marina in front of us.  There was a boat named the San Antonio!

Even though we took our walk in the morning, by the time we got back to the condo, we were BURNING UP.  It was a lot hotter than the day before.  All we wanted was to take a dip in the pool.  The water felt like heaven!  It was just us and one other family for a while, and then some more of Michael’s family came.  His cousin, A, loved playing on the raft with him.

After our splash in the pool and a quick lunch, it was time to head to the candy shop!  This is another one of the family traditions.  Every time they go to Port A, they have to make at least one trip to the candy shop.  I’m a huge sucker for candy shops–especially the ones in malls that charge you a ridiculous amount for a bag of goodies that will rot your teeth.  And Michael likes all things sweet.  So needless to say, we were REALLY excited about the candy shop!

Michael and I are both suckers for the cut-out-face-pictures too.  So we had to stop when we saw these outside the shop:

They had ALL kinds of candy inside!

Michael and I each got a bag of gummy/non-chocolate candy, and then we got a bag of chocolate candy to share.  Oh–and I got some candied pecans too!  The candy crew:

After we bought out the candy store, Michael and I wanted to do some souvenir shopping/looking with his parents.  There were so many great props outside the stores.  I guess their marketing ploys worked–it brought us to their stores!

What do you see?


The store next door had a giant shark outside!

The next store had more of the cut-out-face-pictures:

After our photo op was over, we headed back to the condo to tell everyone bye and head to Corpus Christi.

It’d been a great day and a half at the beach!


I forgot to take my camera out for the rest of the day (if you know me well, you know how shocking that is…), so this will be a picture-less rest of the post.


When we got to Corpus, we went to Michael’s Tia Odie’s house for dinner.  While the guys sat in the living room, I got to help Michael’s mom and Tia Odie cook!  I have loved cooking for as long as I can remember.  One of my earliest memories is sitting on the counter and helping my mom stir Rice Krispie Treats.  My mom let me cook my first meal when I was 10 years old, and I’ve enjoyed it every since.  So I was really excited to be able to help out and learn some more about cooking Mexican food.

We made cheese enchiladas, and Tia Odie already had rice and beans cooking.  And then I learned how to make homemade tortillas!!  I watched as Tia Odie mixed everything together and kneaded the dough.  Then she separated it into little balls and let them rise for a while.  Next came the shaping, and she used a rolling pin to flatten the ball into a tortilla.  She would then put it in the skillet, where Michael’s mom and I would flip it over and cook the other side.

After a while, I was able to make one on my own!  It didn’t look nearly as pretty as Tia Odie’s, but it still worked.  Michael ate it, and said it was great.  Woo-Hoo!  I made a few more, and then went back to flipping.  It was so neat to be able to help cook and learn how to make Mexican food!

Oh–and I also helped make a peach cobbler.  I can’t take any credit because it was Tia Odie’s recipe, but it was AMAZING!  All of the food was!

After we ate, we sat around and visited and watched “Last Comic Standing”.  I’d never seen it before, but I was really surprised at how many horrible comedians made it that far.  Way too many of them relied on inappropriate humor in order to be funny.  And while some people might like that, I didn’t think it was funny at ALL.  What happened to people making you laugh because something was truly funny??  There were a few that were truly funny, but I was disappointed with the rest.

Now that I’m off that soapbox…

We had a great time visiting Michael’s aunt and uncle and their family!  His mom’s family is full of super sweet people.

We left there and headed to his grandma’s house for the night.  She had been in the Valley all day, but she came back that night.  His grandma is so, so sweet, and it was a treat to be able to sit and talk with her.  I’d only met his grandma a few times before, and I was thankful that this time was more than just an hour here and an hour there.

It was another great day–full of family, fun, and food!




Q for you:  What is something you’ve never cooked (or eaten) that you’ve always wanted to?