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Flowers, flowers, flowers

"A wedding is a funeral where you can smell your own flowers." ~Eddie Cantor
Maybe that’s not the most fitting quote for this, but I find it kind of hilarious.

I don’t think a wedding is synonymous with a funeral, however, I can symbolically why they would be compared. I mean, you are starting a whole new life with a new person. The old version of you, while not dead, is definitely not who you remain. You can’t possibly remain unchanged and have a successful marriage.
Anyway, the reason I really chose this quote is because it talks about flowers.

Maybe this is most fitting. “There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” ~Henri MatisseFlowers are an essential part of any wedding. There are many varieties and colors. So many choices you could easily get lost in them all.
Generally, people pick flowers they like or base it on the seasons and colors. Myself, I’ve never been much of a cut flower girl. I love fields of wildflowers, spring fields of Easter lilies, bushes …

My starry night: a paint-covered lesson

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. ~Scott Adams
For more than a year I’ve been dying to try my hand at the Starry Night Studio, offered at the Community Arts Center and I finally got to! 
Not going to lie, I was pretty nervous going into Tuesday night. But I was also so excited. Pretty sure I was bouncing — you’d have to ask Jim to be sure.
Starry Night, besides being the name of a famous Vincent Van Gogh piece, is the name of a class where “students” are taught how to paint something — sometimes a famous work of art, sometimes something more unique to the center. A class is offered every few weeks with a new painting.
Walking in alone, especially as an introvert in a new social situation, is frightening enough. To know we were all going to be painting made it even more so. But, I love painting — it’s one of my many side hobbies — and really wanted to give it a whirl. 
Sometimes you have to get over your fears and just go for it. And you ca…

To be a bridesmaid

Rare as is true love, true friendship is rarer.  -Jean de la Fontaine
When thinking of bridesmaids, there's often an almost negative image that pops in my head, likely placed there by the horrors of movies and TV shows.
It's of haggard-looking weary women who are ready to snap from the bride's demands. Or frumpy women who loathe the outfit of choice.
There’s a slew of negative images out there regarding bridesmaids.
At the same time, I know there are many positives. It’s really up to the ladies and the bride as to how it turns out.
In the two weddings I’ve been bridesmaids in — my best friend’s wedding and my brother’s wedding — there weren’t issues with the brides. As far as I know, there weren’t any major ones between the brides and the bridesmaids — maybe a hefty discussion about what they were wearing or something. It’s tricky. It’s a tricky balance to plan a wedding. There’s a lot of people to take into consideration, despite it being about the bride and groom. You sti…

The story of us.

Love is that condition in the human spirit so profound that it allows me to survive, and better than that, to thrive with passion, compassion, and style.” Maya Angelou
It was two years ago this week when I pulled into the parking lot of the Boyle County Fire Department for the first time and I first laid eyes on the man who will soon become my husband.
Many probably don’t know the full story of how Jim and I met. Quite simply, we’re rather private, despite both having jobs that place us in public. We try very hard to keep our private lives private and keep our work lives and our personal lives separate.
That’s not easy when you’re a reporter dating a public information officer.
But I love our little story, so I’d like to share it.
It’s nothing fancy really. But it’s ours. It’s a tale of work and technology influencing life.
See, it all began in early April when I set out to Perryville to meet some council members for a tour of the historic homes. No one ever came to meet me — I later learned…

A webcasted wedding

"I think a lot of people get so obsessed with the wedding and the expense of the wedding that they miss out on what the real purpose is. It's not about a production number, it's about a meaningful moment between two people that's witnessed by people that they actually really know and care about." ~Jane Seymour
In this age of technology, the idea of webcasting a wedding might not seem that strange to people.
I’m not sure I know those people, but I’m sure they exist.
For us, it makes sense — myself probably more so than my groom, but I’m the techie out of the two of us — for a few different reasons. First off, cutting a guest list is hard work. When we started, Jim and I kept saying no more than 50 people.

Well, 50 came and 50 went and by the time we got to 100, I started panicking. This was not the small wedding ceremony we wanted. For Jim, it was easy — groomsmen and immediate family. It put him right at 24.
For me, it wasn’t so easy. I had my bridesmaids. I had my im…

You matter.

My heart is saddened tonight.

Earlier today, a little behind the curve, I learned of the loss of a beautiful 15-year-old girl. I didn't know her personally, I'd never had the opportunity to meet her.

And I never will.

But I knew a few of those who knew her. Those who loved her and whose hearts are breaking for her.

My heart breaks for them and for her. For the future she no longer has. And for all of those like her who feel they can't go on, who are seeking relief from their struggles.

Every 13 minutes, another life in the United States is no more because of suicide.
In September, I wrote about a lady named Kelly who had answered God's call. She moved from her home in Harrodsburg to Gordon, Nebraska. It's a town that borders the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. The reservation, or Rez for short, is a place full of family and history. It's also a place full of heartache.

It's a place where jobs are limited and futures are difficult and hard-fought.

"Some d…

WELCOME MARCH! (Or, thank goodness February is over!)

"What if your blessings come through rain drops? What if your blessings come through tears? What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to feel you near?" -Laura Story, 'Blessings'
Wow, what a week. 
It has been a week of tears and stress and more. 
There have been so many times I wanted to sit and write, but there was no time. So my mind is still running rampant with the multiple posts I wanted to make — bear with me as I weave them together.

On Sunday, surrounded by her children, their spouses, and some of my wonderful cousins, my grandmother passed away. She was 91. (Here's her obituary.)
Prior to her death, I had taken some photos, to start copying them. My cousin had made a disc for us when my grandpa passed in 2007 and I wanted to expand that idea. Not because we knew when she would pass — there were speculations, but we didn't know, really. I wanted to do that just because I had wanted to do so for a while.
Looking through the photos, especially that …

In sickness and in health

" have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part..." ~Traditional wedding vows
I think we've learned a thing or two about the sickness and health part over the past year.

I feel like Jim deserves a big big gold star after caring for me this week, with my sinus issues. I've gone from whiny to crying to congested to headache-y to everything this week. I've felt like such a wimp. And he's been such a pro.
He's gotten me medicine, juice, soup. He's taken great care of the dogs, not that he doesn't anyway, but this has been mostly on him this week. He's just been great.
Of course, the poor guy has had his own bouts with sickness this year, but unfortunately not

the kind that can be fixed with a little medicine, fluids and rest. :( 
On Monday, Jim has to go back for his second knee surgery in less than a year. And…

For the ones who can't be there

Normally, I start my blogs with a quote. Nothing too terribly fancy, but to help set the tone.

Today, that seems a bit tricky.

See, today marks the anniversary of my grandfather's death and a particularly hard one for my mom.

She was a daddy's girl to the core. An only child, the apple of his eye and his little light. I imagine he called her his princess along the way, I'm not sure. By the time I came along, she was just "Lise" (pronounced lease) — the way he shortened Lisa.

But him? He was a rockstar in my world. Both of my grandfathers were. (And my dad continues to be!) They were farmers, manly men. Christian men. They were strong and they were stubborn. They were handsome. They were proud. And they were proud of me. They loved me fiercely and I loved them.

I've been lucky in my life. Until I was a freshman in college, I had all four of my grandparents with me. There were some scares and close calls — cancer, farm accidents and more — along the way, but it…