tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346469482024-03-07T14:45:49.112-08:00Nix NewsBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-77435318208818206602010-09-16T17:27:00.000-07:002010-09-16T17:49:26.869-07:00Update on the Girl!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYwSuSCJB7ZJ9EIqPz6OqQvH2o9RejftjS8AIb6nmlyqqiZDwY4eW8zGnpyueAahd8-Y846SwiYRU3iOEkhQBMx0jhqeNyACd8ox8RZJn8U5gkwXo7KcA3IKShRbNKL_EwCFk/s1600/Camille+in+carseat+asleep"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517676207764895010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYwSuSCJB7ZJ9EIqPz6OqQvH2o9RejftjS8AIb6nmlyqqiZDwY4eW8zGnpyueAahd8-Y846SwiYRU3iOEkhQBMx0jhqeNyACd8ox8RZJn8U5gkwXo7KcA3IKShRbNKL_EwCFk/s320/Camille+in+carseat+asleep" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6GwA17iZq5jS80r8GB730KabIMDls3W8lp_gxKj9lNb_l4O0T-sYrPpga3yjji5Uf9yp2taOLZzi3EAIOHokBBOdbj5TSe0APSFg2Brx2dsgygc1muIqwFjrfoAguqaU73D-/s1600/Camille+in+kangaroos.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517676196332180034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6GwA17iZq5jS80r8GB730KabIMDls3W8lp_gxKj9lNb_l4O0T-sYrPpga3yjji5Uf9yp2taOLZzi3EAIOHokBBOdbj5TSe0APSFg2Brx2dsgygc1muIqwFjrfoAguqaU73D-/s320/Camille+in+kangaroos.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyzBDZ46lgsU3Uldw7WnICukieEkxJcM-jZZlcMHZ56ezG_5TbUIIIfHjEDibwhDmRc0RqG5tKzG-s2CwzkTak3hOJxr30Y7NKvePA6OyMVmyFYdDf4d-urWJPAOKnqqfajY7/s1600/Camille+sticking+out+her+tongue.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517676186815403250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyzBDZ46lgsU3Uldw7WnICukieEkxJcM-jZZlcMHZ56ezG_5TbUIIIfHjEDibwhDmRc0RqG5tKzG-s2CwzkTak3hOJxr30Y7NKvePA6OyMVmyFYdDf4d-urWJPAOKnqqfajY7/s320/Camille+sticking+out+her+tongue.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQd5C1jsi_aa5dDorURqNvbiQjrvMY573R1CznP5AUlgT5F81nvISa3TcF7Yfoayc-HduGksx7_P9g4gxkhUV4VtdVSWpUFxI4ODYfGmTiuusZSzaLXC00SFiVz7wZ4E1dpTeB/s1600/Camille+bathing+suit.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517676185764635890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQd5C1jsi_aa5dDorURqNvbiQjrvMY573R1CznP5AUlgT5F81nvISa3TcF7Yfoayc-HduGksx7_P9g4gxkhUV4VtdVSWpUFxI4ODYfGmTiuusZSzaLXC00SFiVz7wZ4E1dpTeB/s320/Camille+bathing+suit.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluPTyVcIwvYcDm1Lfs3vlsvQxlHZVrMTbjUd6c2zPCS8rXkhmfZFurgnLLFSBQMoRg-O_fP8DRSbiYOD6hZZldl7Vip7sXkh-XPvyRPNbkMKK_3wLttljdbVzPi5uRT3EApUG/s1600/Camille+in+UGA+outfit.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517676182106260178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluPTyVcIwvYcDm1Lfs3vlsvQxlHZVrMTbjUd6c2zPCS8rXkhmfZFurgnLLFSBQMoRg-O_fP8DRSbiYOD6hZZldl7Vip7sXkh-XPvyRPNbkMKK_3wLttljdbVzPi5uRT3EApUG/s320/Camille+in+UGA+outfit.bmp" /></a> Camille is now 6 months old (7 months old on the 20th)! I have been back at work for just over a month. I thought being just a mama was hard--being a full-time working mama is atleast 300% harder.<br /><div> </div><div>Camille is such a blessing to us. She is (finally!) out of her swaddle, sitting up, laughing out, eating lots of solid food (so far she hates anything that is a green vegetable), and seems to be adjusting to me going back to work. My biggest struggle with her has been the fact that she is a very shy baby. Who would have EVER thought in a million years, that I would have a shy baby? Certainly not me! Camille cracks everyone up, because if she is meeting you for the first time (or even the 10th)--she will stare a hole through you, and if you are REALLY lucky, she will give you a small smile. Now, if you are covered in fur and bark--she will laugh, giggle, squeal and try to pull your hair out. Callie is her true love. Thank goodness, Callie loves her too, and wants to lick her all over (which Andy hates, I allow it a little bit--but don't tell him:)). I count my blessings every day that that is my biggest struggle--because it could always be something so much worse. And most of the time I secretly love that she only wants me sometimes, because I know that will not always be the case. Hope you are all well, and a BIG shout out to all my working mamas out there. Let's be honest, though, most of you working mamas don't have time to read my blog--am I right? </div></div></div></div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-66321730253742298612010-06-10T07:42:00.001-07:002010-06-10T08:10:28.273-07:00Top Ten<div align="center"><strong>Here are the Top Ten Things Every Pregnant Mommy Should Know That I Learned From Another Mommy, a Book, or for Myself </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>(shout out to Whitney (due June) and Lauren (due September) Holla!!!!)</strong></div><br /><strong>1. If you plan to breastfeed, put lanolin on "the girls" every day from 6 weeks before your due date on (it softens everything up and keeps things from cracking and drying up)</strong><br /><br /><strong>2. At the end of your pregnancy you cannot reach anything (sorry to be gross, but I'm talking about the restroom here)</strong><br /><br /><strong>3. You don't have to wash the babies clothes in Dreft, you can use a cheaper detergent like All Free & Clear. I have started to wash all of our clothes in it, so even when I just need to wash one or two things of Camille's, it can go in with the rest of our stuff.</strong><br /><br /><strong>4. Soothie pacifiers suck. Even though it is the pacifier that all the books I read recommend because it is more like mom's nipple. Seriously? I can't imagine anyone's nipple shaped like that.</strong><br /><br /><strong>5. Gather up as many menus from area restaurants that deliver or carry out and have them at your house. I would go so far as to store their numbers in your cell phone (actually your husband's cell phone, since he will be the one picking it up!) Some moms who are totally organized freeze things ahead of time (go Rachel!)--but if you are feeling like a beached whale like I was...get the menus.</strong><br /><br /><strong>6. No matter what the Pregnancy Police* says: YOU CANNOT SPOIL A NEWBORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </strong><br /><br /><strong>7. The first 2 (I really say 3) months of your babies life--just survive. Don't freak your freak about schedules and sleep schedules, it will make your life a living...well, you know. But, if scheduling makes you feel better, go ahead and give it a whirl, it works for some people. </strong><br /><br /><strong>8. The Fog. For atleast the first 3 months of your baby's life, you will live in what I now call "The Fog". You don't know who you are, if you are nursing--you feel like a cow, none of your clothes fit, you are tired beyond your wildest imagination, you don't know what in the world you are doing, you cannot remember ANYTHING...I could go on and on. When your baby turns 3 months old, it begins to lift (or it has for me). I hear from other mommies that around 6 months old, you really feel alot better.</strong><br /><br /><strong>9. My amazing friend (and Camille's pediatrician) Dr. Kelly Lathem gave me the best advice when I called her freaking out because Camille hadn't slept in several hours (which all babies do:)) and I was quoting one of the 10 books I had read to her. She said, "Bethany, babies don't read the books." That hit me like a ton of bricks and I have quoted her to myself and everyone else since. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>10. Don't feel bad about watching your babies eyelashes grow (or anything on his/her body for that matter). Your house could be falling apart all around you, but take the time to play with your baby (or just stare at them, like I do). Like Scarlett O'Hara says, "Tomorrow is another day". Just clean your house tomorrow (or next week, like me).</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I really could do a Top 50, but I don't mean to overwhelm anyone--like you don't already feel that way. These things are what have worked for me and you will figure out what works for you and your baby! </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>*Pregnancy Police: The total strangers who approach you and give you advice about what you should do while you are pregnant or even after. I don't consider myself the Pregnancy Police, because you chose to read my blog, I didn't force it upon you:0)</strong>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-84026083440663669332010-06-02T13:11:00.001-07:002010-06-02T13:22:03.971-07:00Naked & IlliterateYes, my friends, I titled my blog, "Naked & Illiterate". When I was pregnant, my father-in-law saw me drinking a cup of coffee at church and he told me research had shown drinking coffee during pregnancy caused women's babies to be born naked and illiterate. I was instantly horrified and just as I headed off to pour out my coffee, I realized that ALL babies were born naked and illiterate! That one took a few minutes for my pregnant brain to grasp. How funny is that? When Camille was born, I looked at the nurses and told them I had drank too much coffee because she was naked and illiterate. It took them a second, too! <br />Camille is in the middle of her third nap of the day (Go, girl! We are entering hour #3!) and I have been surfing the Internet trying to figure out how I am going to make more money. I ran across Amazon Associates. If you link to products from your blog and people buy things from Amazon.com--you get commission from it. I keep thinking about all these books and products that I recommend to everyone having babies--could I use my blog to make money? Highly doubtful, but I'm going to look into it further and let you all know. Now, on to more important things...the girl is stirring, I'll check back soon!!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-83696946434669168282010-05-30T19:42:00.000-07:002010-05-30T20:19:52.010-07:00Mommy-licious<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477267598886271058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIMRrjVGEv5xHPQ9gaSofis-vvMI3shv6azRdDmvwMPGxamSCG6GTCRWwL6M_aINH-OG0P4GO12PtzPvNtHji1rUInrJnBMgAw6GCgsFsDa5Ksxt5jnXYkAIhnP-FiTdx4Nqg/s320/Camille.BMP" /><br /><div><strong>I'm thinking about changing the name of my blog to "Mommy-licious: Everything you need to know about being a mommy that NO ONE will tell you". I think that is probably already the name of a book somewhere--but since only 15 people read my blog, it is probably okay. Okay, I just took a second to Google that and about 800 things popped up...oh well. </strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>As of today, Camille is over 3 months old. I don't know how many weeks, so don't ask. The fact that I can remember my entire name is a miracle within itself, keeping up with my child's age in weeks is asking waaaaay too much. The experience of having a child has been such a dichotomy. How can one little miniature person be both the best thing in your life and the most challenging? One second she is crying her eyes out because she is hungry and stuck in the car seat--I'm not about to get her out. #1: Unsafe #2: Illegal and I really don't want to have to call the Department of Family and Children Services on myself since I am a mandated reporter...silly counselor job. The next second she is smiling the biggest, gummiest, most beautiful smile in the whole world that melts any frustration I have away (as seen in the picture above!). She is getting more and more fun everyday. I'll admit it, we were not the best of friends for a few weeks. She went through a phase where she would cry like I was trying to chop her leg off with a butter knife everytime it was time to sleep (naptime, bedtime...basically anytime she was a tiny bit sleepy). Thankfully, that only lasted a few weeks, then we were best of friends again. This Mommy thing is so much harder than any job I have ever had in my entire life. It's amazing how I can feel like I have been working my tail off all day, and still be in the same position at the end of the day when Andy gets home as I was when he left in the morning. </strong></div><br /><div><strong>Here are just a few of the things I have learned already:</strong></div><br /><div><strong>1) I don't think twice about wearing an outfit that has been thrown up on (down the front and back--how do they do this?!?!)</strong></div><br /><div><strong>2) I can brush my teeth and 2 minutes later try to remember if I have brushed my teeth. Since I cannot remember, I go feel my toothbrush to see if it is damp.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>3) I have had to buy scented deodorant for the same reason, I can't remember if I have put it on and I couldn't smell the unscented kind.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>4) I can be ready one hour ahead of time and it doesn't matter, we will still be late everywhere we go.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>5) Camille has 150 burp cloths, but I can never find one when I need it.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>6) I have never loved before like I love Andy & Camille.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>7) I feel sheer joy when I hear one tiny laugh.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Hope this helps some of you mommies out there and mommies-to-be--I've decided that I am not going to sugar coat this new job I have, it is important to be honest so everyone will know that they are not crazy (or maybe I am the crazy one to lay it all out there...). Now that I am off for summer vacation, I will hopefully have more time to update. Blogger takes so long for pictures, it is easier to see new ones on Facebook. HAPPY SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!</strong></div><br /><div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-30418647808501457022010-03-14T16:45:00.000-07:002010-04-06T08:03:41.256-07:00I have a 3 week old!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoL5F2FcjM9JICXeZSb0JETEvN47dyBJg4eJwYWRHpfGtyfd-UfxFfPZaZ1-VNInCabScX-mvwhzOR1yMACN2ntcYuEcips_MgNvdtdEZvPgPAuhJr53AA9t0Ar31hq9fFJQQ/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448655099836189826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikoL5F2FcjM9JICXeZSb0JETEvN47dyBJg4eJwYWRHpfGtyfd-UfxFfPZaZ1-VNInCabScX-mvwhzOR1yMACN2ntcYuEcips_MgNvdtdEZvPgPAuhJr53AA9t0Ar31hq9fFJQQ/s320/P1020105.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkV2SNReFW6REIr2oqvuwKUCdLTkzhvcN9pnCCeJL384ZG79b6GeuWAn1psP_PFOBojTCDvQzpxd_LJrrKkjeJAcwalayLikYHyK24q1X5Vh041cAdaoJD1Tj8EHONkotb5H9B/s1600-h/P1020055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448655094426012434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkV2SNReFW6REIr2oqvuwKUCdLTkzhvcN9pnCCeJL384ZG79b6GeuWAn1psP_PFOBojTCDvQzpxd_LJrrKkjeJAcwalayLikYHyK24q1X5Vh041cAdaoJD1Tj8EHONkotb5H9B/s320/P1020055.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtRnEuO05iMAB3PuoRH2cvPPjwc76UlAMEwrr2eGCxvjeMxi14Wm_hf3GKwNXe3ipsGARjk7wm1ODx_6OHTQhNnFng3p8blDHcNyTIeIoqDUZz-3qw88lEswU4zU_Vmlb_hdI/s1600-h/P1020046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448655083001582434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPtRnEuO05iMAB3PuoRH2cvPPjwc76UlAMEwrr2eGCxvjeMxi14Wm_hf3GKwNXe3ipsGARjk7wm1ODx_6OHTQhNnFng3p8blDHcNyTIeIoqDUZz-3qw88lEswU4zU_Vmlb_hdI/s320/P1020046.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRZhNzOhgJt01_wUzgKCT6zcskQ_duteL3GAmE3_YNqnAl8djAjTOde_rR2IZVDrGxb37hf8Tp1-edVS0cG-YaJPPP_Pw4WB6Fam1AWlJrxtBDnErMkkTNROWGG_6on6rgMq9/s1600-h/P1010964.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448655081315460194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRZhNzOhgJt01_wUzgKCT6zcskQ_duteL3GAmE3_YNqnAl8djAjTOde_rR2IZVDrGxb37hf8Tp1-edVS0cG-YaJPPP_Pw4WB6Fam1AWlJrxtBDnErMkkTNROWGG_6on6rgMq9/s320/P1010964.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstWulc4iTmQSBRmOsmimehKF48wWj8ZISU6dFVpvb_Wq1jyO9DYwt5P-YVorz7pgHXirLzd9eKx1fUh81fjbEpYI0epMUW-ePLT1EuNF6zmVY_W4bxTbjENYcDsHe2SyW2C1o/s1600-h/P1010936.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448655070179052114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstWulc4iTmQSBRmOsmimehKF48wWj8ZISU6dFVpvb_Wq1jyO9DYwt5P-YVorz7pgHXirLzd9eKx1fUh81fjbEpYI0epMUW-ePLT1EuNF6zmVY_W4bxTbjENYcDsHe2SyW2C1o/s320/P1010936.JPG" /></a><strong>Well, I finally took the pregnancy ticker off of the blog, because I am not 42 weeks pregnant--I am the mother of a 3 week old precious baby girl, Camille Rae Nix. Camille was born on Saturday, February 20th at 2:55 pm. She weighed 6 lbs. 11 oz. and was 21 inches long. </strong></div><div><br /><div><strong>Everyone always wants to hear everyone's childbirth story, so I guess I will share mine. On Friday morning, I began having contractions which were very sporadic. Andy took me to the doctor's office to have them monitor me (so I wouldn't have to sit in triage at the hospital). They monitored me and checked me...nothing, so they sent me home to rest. I was very upset at first--then realized that the end was truly near and I would rather have early labor at home than in the hospital. So, I went home for the day, and Andy went to work to tie up a few loose ends (because he was planning on staying with me the first week we brought Camille home). We ate Chinese food that night (because my friend, Marcie, had eaten the same Chinese food the Friday before and went into labor, so I was trying to help things along:)). Well, it worked, that night at 12:30 am, I woke up having a contraction and then felt a POP! I thought Camille had head-butted me, but actually, my water broke. When I got up to go to the bathroom, I had to make a run for it. I went ahead and woke Andy up and took a shower. Off we went to the hospital. By the time we got to the hospital, I got out of the car and had to book it to the Women and Children's center because I was gushing stuff everywhere...just like on TV. I have never met or heard of anyone whose fluid ruptured like mine--it was crazy!<br /></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>They quickly got me into a room and I was already asking for my epidural (which is a little piece of heaven here on earth, let me tell you). The nurse anesthescist who put it in was amazing, I didn't feel anything but the numbing shots they gave me--I told her that she had extra jewels in her crown in heaven for relieving me of my pain. From then on, we napped and watched the DVD's I brought of "Friends". We were thinking this whole ordeal was pretty laid back, and then I started pushing...2 hours later, Camille was here. "2 hours?!?!?" you ask? Yes, 2 hours. I was such a wimp, plus she was face up and apparently this makes the entrance into the world much more difficult for Mommy when she is pushing. I also had a fever (which Camille had as well when she came out) and she had had a bowel movement before she came out--so things were very interesting there for awhile. </strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>She has now been in our lives for 3 weeks. Andy stayed home with me the first week, my mom the second week, and this past week, I was on my on (sort of--I've had lots of help with my wonderful mother-in-law, Sandra). I am amazed day by day of how much I love this little girl. I was also surprised to find out how much more it made me love Andy--something no one ever told me. It is crazy to know that there is a little piece of both of us in Camille, unreal. I also have to wish Andy a Happy Birthday--he will be 31 years old this Wednesday, St. Paddy's Day. Here are a few pictures of Camille. Enjoy!</strong></div></div></div></div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-48856176318498352802010-02-14T13:03:00.000-08:002010-02-14T13:12:07.625-08:0038 weeks and counting...We are 38 weeks and 3 days pregnant as of today--I cannot believe how fast the time has flown. Chris Anne and my mom came down for the weekend and helped me do some last minute things (like getting a pedicure, eating Mexican food, and shopping at Target--very important!). As the song goes, "My bags are packed, I'm ready to go..." I am fully prepared to have this baby at anytime. Unfortunately, she is not ready to come just yet. I have been checked at the doctor's office the last two Mondays, and no dilation or effacement--I had an ultrasound on Monday and they are guess-timating that she weighs 6 lbs. 15 oz. She should be an average size little bundle. I go back to the doctor tomorrow to be checked once more, I am expecting the same news...no progress. I'm trying to enjoy my final days of getting to be selfish and hanging out with Andy and Callie, it's too bad I feel like a beached whale trying to get around:) February 25th: here we come!!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-20467597996137004122009-12-20T10:48:00.000-08:002009-12-20T13:17:52.715-08:00And Now Presenting...BELLY PICS!!!<div align="center">Okay, all you belly stalkers out there, here are some (clothed) pictures of my belly growth! You'll notice by the end of these pictures, it is just a belly pic, no face in it--I have now banned belly pictures with my face in them--for any of you that have been pregnant, I'm sure you can understand! I hope you enjoy these alot more than I am enjoying posting them for the world to see!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395866503695202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKXJL-X-jwDkKROm_YFVF9Cx83AEcxkLf46WuXIZfmIbTYrovDapuF1-yI9yOMZGihY_CnKG5Fh-zds4QPiGwjvnam4fBUtJ_Of7cexFjvAzI2reaj9g1Jg_k177aWPKfZMzh/s320/P1010573.JPG" />19 weeks</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395872156365122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJ1GMKFJsthZjp44c19STSNbEiWUkUdeqCbGH_k2Em2alg89bIl6fR56IxY-HP_Jy8sjmejhCaVb4hDyMEbaQF1puFBfCn8kREwVm2SVFRIfaft84aIdSpIWDrwQPP5G3d8yL/s320/P1010621.JPG" />23 weeks--on the beach at Jekyll Island when we went down for the UGA/Florida game</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395877484536946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1WZ7PTwW488pP7Tk_lp760myOJ1vfLxE2HEyumUFtqoikhZqlaMdGsviJKbBYgdhUVIcU1vgr2ixRVOLrm_bBdSo1AhR2vFc_irl4WyMjGGKaeC7lc3q9RwqcxWdKNbSKHHX/s320/P1010669.JPG" />27 weeks: Thanksgiving Day </div><div align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395881472786482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLa0JDv2yCNMu8icm0mD-avg2OA93IQtVFzao_eaLimttce5dgURn0hOj3C9-F6Y_4IA5TrXJwPGsunMZ3osTGe33H8lJnHp6mDEw0WrnZVNFSWKKFEBHHQOTjcOSTJ3zipRE/s320/P1010719.JPG" />Me and the grandmothers at my family & church shower in Gainesville<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395886352621506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsPLD6R4uygOmrCDGqWfSZ7-RciCD-ko6wRg3OzP01CzPHvqPyPQi4AAL1WOedngcg7GB7kwZNx6VfI9uj8mkVcvacWtlG7xm15W-liTci_cU8mLfW_ckmp7i5zz64gVSt8TL/s320/P1010722.JPG" />28 weeks </div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-58819334846280997952009-12-15T16:59:00.000-08:002009-12-15T17:10:21.570-08:00Happy Birthday to my LITTLE brother!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDd-q8xpynlsQtx83b2SNqqye6kTvKtvYPcoZZaDJ41wLn4D-cR5RUWWudcEOU0e1sswUOoPJwBjL51pdkj4vG2LSL5VzYC8I5mQv9bPOaOBfbSv8nveHp1gdzyoCE2lL5Awnl/s1600-h/me+and+eli"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415634967957179474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDd-q8xpynlsQtx83b2SNqqye6kTvKtvYPcoZZaDJ41wLn4D-cR5RUWWudcEOU0e1sswUOoPJwBjL51pdkj4vG2LSL5VzYC8I5mQv9bPOaOBfbSv8nveHp1gdzyoCE2lL5Awnl/s320/me+and+eli" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Okay, one day late isn't bad! Happy 27th birthday to Eli (yesterday)! He is quite the old man now. I have an awesome brother who makes me almost pee my pants laughing all the time. You kind of get attached to someone when you have been around them for 27 years. Eli is such a blessing to me and everyone he is around, I'm so glad I get to call him my brother (and that Camille will get to call him "Uncle"). Love you, Eli!!!!!!</div></div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-33643600686984163052009-11-19T17:10:00.000-08:002009-11-19T17:13:15.082-08:0026 weeksNow, friends, let me explain the lack of belly pics. I have recently changed computers, and have not had the chance to download my camera program onto the new computer. So, sorry! I know I will have to get on the ball before this baby comes (in 98 days, yikes!). We have been busy and I'm looking forward to a break from work--it is too hectic being the only counselor for 750 little ones. I'm excited about eating over the holidays in maternity pants--no unbuttoning necessary! Have a great Thanksgiving week!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-51734117933718168162009-10-07T13:48:00.000-07:002009-10-07T14:11:52.698-07:00I've Joined the Knocked Up Club!Well, it has happened...Andy and I have joined the Knocked Up Club! I am 20 weeks pregnant with a healthy little girl--it is so hard to believe! Our due date is February 25th--so we are half way there. Everyone has been asking for belly pics, and once I get up the nerve to post these on the Internet, I'll share with you! Please keep us in your prayers! Love to all!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-85965007858790807552009-03-15T13:12:00.000-07:002009-03-15T13:36:42.090-07:00Happy 30th Birthday to Andy...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaQamK9WRAY8vT_VHSNhEL5wSLW4MWJBAPq8qHjuH4sZCk7gldX9ocGkhhawcLdmEyig9Oqv0mc4Uur9TZEJWD7cEfQp2X1rPFDBv-wlV6blb9tf-4xZNxgIgsZOxleMDvjFm/s1600-h/P1000733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313513111716845874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaQamK9WRAY8vT_VHSNhEL5wSLW4MWJBAPq8qHjuH4sZCk7gldX9ocGkhhawcLdmEyig9Oqv0mc4Uur9TZEJWD7cEfQp2X1rPFDBv-wlV6blb9tf-4xZNxgIgsZOxleMDvjFm/s320/P1000733.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...this Tuesday! Andy is a St. Patrick's Day baby! I cannot even begin to write how blessed I am to be married to Andy. Even in the midst of all the tragedy we have recently experienced, he has been by my side the entire time, taking care of me. It is such an amazing thing to be able to say that I love this guy more and more every single day. I'm blessed!</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-21214519985273856272009-01-11T13:39:00.003-08:002009-01-25T10:46:43.180-08:00Catch Up!<div align="center">I have been downloading these pictures over the past couple of weekends, and keep forgetting to post this blog entry. These pictures summarize our wonderful Christmas break that we had. We spent Christmas from Gainesville to Dalton to Nashville. Now, we have been back to work for about 3 weeks, and we are leaving for a cruise in February with Chris Anne and Dave! Whoo Hoo! It is going to be awesome! I don't have much to say, so just enjoy the pictures!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvpge9J_FIPXHdjnG4CLNS5BMaI2x9sB2tjdVU5ZEMo4gyZT_wlH1DXENFCasV1SaZy8S8Dp1j7Vph0vtAU3eBH1lQbST34xy9-rE2xrOD61OYg0L_vvIK2lONf_vqJGJcOtm/s1600-h/P1000882.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292362052308838818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvpge9J_FIPXHdjnG4CLNS5BMaI2x9sB2tjdVU5ZEMo4gyZT_wlH1DXENFCasV1SaZy8S8Dp1j7Vph0vtAU3eBH1lQbST34xy9-rE2xrOD61OYg0L_vvIK2lONf_vqJGJcOtm/s320/P1000882.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Sciortino family at Andrew's birthday party<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JnmHp-7WRERmrfaycOd75vdEICaexjXPo42odWFxMDn2c59uWztmnNtI0Z2OeEljRY_Dz4n9mtgXVi86r5rad6RSW9M3pm9GbauDzsJ7A9mGHuDHJxledf-NgEE6vMJsfSV8/s1600-h/P1000847.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292362047925862098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JnmHp-7WRERmrfaycOd75vdEICaexjXPo42odWFxMDn2c59uWztmnNtI0Z2OeEljRY_Dz4n9mtgXVi86r5rad6RSW9M3pm9GbauDzsJ7A9mGHuDHJxledf-NgEE6vMJsfSV8/s320/P1000847.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Andrew and Campbell<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjW4RoSnUFxWATey0BSNL-W3o7bmbU8QaKQhvhTElq7vUk_WzGN-FVctdFxUOfDu2PTkKzYbU-UA2jTZpgosYp1iUBytbMnQVAUiCorfjkSe55IThoN-oZy2KOp2dGRgIiRH0/s1600-h/P1000846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292362044876280210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjW4RoSnUFxWATey0BSNL-W3o7bmbU8QaKQhvhTElq7vUk_WzGN-FVctdFxUOfDu2PTkKzYbU-UA2jTZpgosYp1iUBytbMnQVAUiCorfjkSe55IThoN-oZy2KOp2dGRgIiRH0/s320/P1000846.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Close up!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgos7Pi-6rJH8DKLcmi-OSjgZWj9U-CkrV041v50embZ0tbEwmXKZu9drCSJhGenhW_VemlNN4TdgbfieuEFOa0_NFvQahoVXzrxaPe9Ukit0Xyd6FpLmOnIKbpfbUhvN5v6ysN/s1600-h/P1000840.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292362043338589426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgos7Pi-6rJH8DKLcmi-OSjgZWj9U-CkrV041v50embZ0tbEwmXKZu9drCSJhGenhW_VemlNN4TdgbfieuEFOa0_NFvQahoVXzrxaPe9Ukit0Xyd6FpLmOnIKbpfbUhvN5v6ysN/s320/P1000840.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Callie and her pseudo-puppies--we gave them as presents to Andrew and Campbell, but they looked so much like Callie I had to take her picture with them!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaOSFFEbUQapUL1Pw4ZnyBNH8SMY4Q0RLNGsKlF-3AIFYd4fbtkAZsNkTNPE5bowpwKm2gtVu-9m13IoHFe8VvP7gwlEFHWuB5yqr8BsFB3v7PA-4xoKVnpdQ5rVtkCTPtwX7/s1600-h/P1000838.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290162436735353890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaOSFFEbUQapUL1Pw4ZnyBNH8SMY4Q0RLNGsKlF-3AIFYd4fbtkAZsNkTNPE5bowpwKm2gtVu-9m13IoHFe8VvP7gwlEFHWuB5yqr8BsFB3v7PA-4xoKVnpdQ5rVtkCTPtwX7/s320/P1000838.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our family<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzjEd22EWBTHaP3m2aGOW9ZdkPQV25Mf7trhTd7GjfthJwUeyokWBZIC9fX0rszMWskPgVyi-isMNgOC43a_r3MoyB21iDhPbmoa9RxsbKeZh7VHoMkwefTmMoqjdo48iWX98o/s1600-h/P1000836.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290162433696602434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzjEd22EWBTHaP3m2aGOW9ZdkPQV25Mf7trhTd7GjfthJwUeyokWBZIC9fX0rszMWskPgVyi-isMNgOC43a_r3MoyB21iDhPbmoa9RxsbKeZh7VHoMkwefTmMoqjdo48iWX98o/s320/P1000836.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bros and Sis-In-Laws<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhih-dtYxQlMNPiAPLbFjKFvcM2ZdAyms0z6EIIo2Qf5y9JeqtExrbOPLtZXLAV9-7WP-C9auvjpl1FBl24HkQVfX3VxoWgRfRddwpL0pbBe91pnMeoMWRyKEfSWIwM-W-NfTt2/s1600-h/P1000771.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290162423370761266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhih-dtYxQlMNPiAPLbFjKFvcM2ZdAyms0z6EIIo2Qf5y9JeqtExrbOPLtZXLAV9-7WP-C9auvjpl1FBl24HkQVfX3VxoWgRfRddwpL0pbBe91pnMeoMWRyKEfSWIwM-W-NfTt2/s320/P1000771.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Eli & Dad</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYtVyHbdZaPrY4J2VeBhIBq6GoPq80mD6vK0TaNjBYZY0kNAa8H3zYBkdyZ7hsYKfINAIKGU4-_5a8aOkJoNSkPIA8Sa9GmB3dtPQTv9J_rkeqVIpE_sd1F4hbLuRzmllzRgM/s1600-h/P1000856.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290162445568867874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYtVyHbdZaPrY4J2VeBhIBq6GoPq80mD6vK0TaNjBYZY0kNAa8H3zYBkdyZ7hsYKfINAIKGU4-_5a8aOkJoNSkPIA8Sa9GmB3dtPQTv9J_rkeqVIpE_sd1F4hbLuRzmllzRgM/s320/P1000856.JPG" border="0" /></a> Carrie, Lauren, and me at our shopping excursion to Green Hills mall<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtND8CpsDCj1EtLsglXqI49rvZs4VSYkskHd0m9MNL-Tp2HTnjq17rd-WK_j9nzvKkH6-Ndt0BtgK2DEOqQmUI1JIGETNzrVBVoNtDVGlhZiop2HFZa2GjO4x2NVm-3cO3CGQ/s1600-h/P1000769.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290162418637061378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtND8CpsDCj1EtLsglXqI49rvZs4VSYkskHd0m9MNL-Tp2HTnjq17rd-WK_j9nzvKkH6-Ndt0BtgK2DEOqQmUI1JIGETNzrVBVoNtDVGlhZiop2HFZa2GjO4x2NVm-3cO3CGQ/s320/P1000769.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My awesome hubby<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJU4_AfMZKffN5ylu1114EmgzyqAItBdxsEonJPAw023PoZl-IdGlkAo6czSKy4IFgn8L8_rQW0PQ1gLgbFkHQx3BQNjDsCQGZSFLO26DSO1Xfs-zZ0y7dIi6df4OxZOq03v5/s1600-h/P1000739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157897060490994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJU4_AfMZKffN5ylu1114EmgzyqAItBdxsEonJPAw023PoZl-IdGlkAo6czSKy4IFgn8L8_rQW0PQ1gLgbFkHQx3BQNjDsCQGZSFLO26DSO1Xfs-zZ0y7dIi6df4OxZOq03v5/s320/P1000739.JPG" border="0" /></a> Callie discovered her stocking and stared at it and cried until I put it somewhere else!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRXerJouu0NVKhLz4RuZeJusW_vLC-Nd4XUXI3J0ZieSP0Ys0pFkA2GIqOxwoKapGwrmzZEBO1kRPHRMSpfltL6pmNSJv0e6Jx1b_Y97PtMGBzXTUyRjIosRU2aWexZLgZ578/s1600-h/P1000766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157908555974866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRXerJouu0NVKhLz4RuZeJusW_vLC-Nd4XUXI3J0ZieSP0Ys0pFkA2GIqOxwoKapGwrmzZEBO1kRPHRMSpfltL6pmNSJv0e6Jx1b_Y97PtMGBzXTUyRjIosRU2aWexZLgZ578/s320/P1000766.JPG" border="0" /></a> Family Christmas in Dalton<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKtqDqgxFggTqOJc4M7Gy2XJ4Z82IzUBlM1JzfNqwuXqhOypSbMO38RXcKs9-UhHqcDgZi9D-46fKxARXrofYr8v50G9eV-hTYIxR3nHD-XG_r2vznZE-YNAMgnwwEGKl-mKF/s1600-h/P1000737.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157889631359378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKtqDqgxFggTqOJc4M7Gy2XJ4Z82IzUBlM1JzfNqwuXqhOypSbMO38RXcKs9-UhHqcDgZi9D-46fKxARXrofYr8v50G9eV-hTYIxR3nHD-XG_r2vznZE-YNAMgnwwEGKl-mKF/s320/P1000737.JPG" border="0" /></a> At Junior League Charity Ball with my friends Tess & Kelly<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTBv2ZQOkjajx3nTzR4Uf-vFhuGHLSz6-W-gNpn7k_XTsu7eaMtl5Zti8f4YI5japFHU3mJUMg7Im2cJTLGh1xqCBWFLoA5UqBYH5aK7ayMKGpisf90y1mtVVmHmHqGfY79vK/s1600-h/P1000733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157882537798962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTBv2ZQOkjajx3nTzR4Uf-vFhuGHLSz6-W-gNpn7k_XTsu7eaMtl5Zti8f4YI5japFHU3mJUMg7Im2cJTLGh1xqCBWFLoA5UqBYH5aK7ayMKGpisf90y1mtVVmHmHqGfY79vK/s320/P1000733.JPG" border="0" /></a> Charity Ball photo op <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJQKtDr09RwBFlUWQ6gXuDogD2mphQ34A7AxoNBdWjPDSPWWRH-RX93VjT34CAOOGnt-4B4SD8Kpyq8ag4JbSM4fx4hpzMckpxxw0o7UbQHaw-ZzI9n8ucxEVwsWNibwGe7ar/s1600-h/P1000727.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157876533436226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJQKtDr09RwBFlUWQ6gXuDogD2mphQ34A7AxoNBdWjPDSPWWRH-RX93VjT34CAOOGnt-4B4SD8Kpyq8ag4JbSM4fx4hpzMckpxxw0o7UbQHaw-ZzI9n8ucxEVwsWNibwGe7ar/s320/P1000727.JPG" border="0" /></a> Christmas at Maw Maw's <div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-69334492642333789062008-11-30T17:17:00.000-08:002008-11-30T17:32:07.016-08:00Stunned over Thanksgiving Break!My dad has taken up SCUBA diving as his new hobby. Over Thanksgiving break, he shared lots of stories and pictures of his training and certification test dives. Very interesting! But, imagine my surprise when he told me about the new bumper sticker he has on his truck to show the world his new hobby. I could not find the actual bumper sticker online, but below is a coffee mug with the picture on it. Please read carefully:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbF8OIQDDFYCY8iWHbOWS2lXBE_tXBSk734Jwow1xc3aiQ-t7Gp7ayRcnpoJip9evZyPhICyNCoiY2cS9rV8BNIwyPAVqvfEcpME0sG3nOxg04bD3pX138Q0ql9aHertnc7O1Q/s1600-h/SCUBA+DIVER+FROG.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274625007020153410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbF8OIQDDFYCY8iWHbOWS2lXBE_tXBSk734Jwow1xc3aiQ-t7Gp7ayRcnpoJip9evZyPhICyNCoiY2cS9rV8BNIwyPAVqvfEcpME0sG3nOxg04bD3pX138Q0ql9aHertnc7O1Q/s320/SCUBA+DIVER+FROG.gif" border="0" /></a> OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately, my dad did not realize exactly what this meant--and he had made the mistake of asking my mom if it was okay to put on, and she told him it was fine. Imagine the horror of having to explain to your parents why this was not an appropriate bumper sticker for one of their cars! Eli, Andy, and I laughed until we cried over this! Sorry I had to sell you out on my blog, Dad, but it was too funny of a story not to share!! Needless to say, we had a great Thanksgiving break with our families. I hope all of your Thanksgivings were wonderful as well!<br /><div></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-75368378710565211222008-11-26T06:10:00.000-08:002008-11-26T06:46:29.053-08:00New PicturesI've been neglectful when it comes to pictures on my blog posts. Many apologies. I am now on Thanksgiving Break, so I have some extra time! Here is a random montage of pictures. Happy Thanksgiving!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EyjnbA2jgFWUtqGnPzpE2Xb6QPtYbV61iujCqxEYUgUAQCo-HvQjqBVZYTGRw3Z1wAuOH4v8gulnFXyROz3GxadMNN6x99XAF4wZre8wq6CPZqNpp1SPUYJez6zxO6YDtpgT/s1600-h/P1000679.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272974225743296002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2EyjnbA2jgFWUtqGnPzpE2Xb6QPtYbV61iujCqxEYUgUAQCo-HvQjqBVZYTGRw3Z1wAuOH4v8gulnFXyROz3GxadMNN6x99XAF4wZre8wq6CPZqNpp1SPUYJez6zxO6YDtpgT/s320/P1000679.JPG" border="0" /></a> Andrea, Alesha, and me tailgating before the UGA/Bama game. It wasn't a great turn out for our Dawgs, but we did have fun!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqCpRxgeIz1-tys2Wqc6jGZlpfhdy0NckXasH33mlLAfSJBUTq9-yrDoegiRw5g6lcJGGOdxx2dRtB8WlgRrQC7cpwwqoEtb_9GAL-Il7DQuowUN5T7U1P2irXV6riNrFzRT0/s1600-h/P1000678.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272974234370265394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqCpRxgeIz1-tys2Wqc6jGZlpfhdy0NckXasH33mlLAfSJBUTq9-yrDoegiRw5g6lcJGGOdxx2dRtB8WlgRrQC7cpwwqoEtb_9GAL-Il7DQuowUN5T7U1P2irXV6riNrFzRT0/s320/P1000678.JPG" border="0" /></a>Dre and Me<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA9f4nbCB3QK8k83TRKmhzDyu4624Rf80HS1Na-d9kS7hVHuifXgjJZ4lbbZS2oLYMeTrLcnWw8Z3FLgV4fQjPXhcwnVjMQL7dEH5EaTCh349v3ynlUyNMxJbqKeW8CByS_Mv/s1600-h/P1000700.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972583969427282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA9f4nbCB3QK8k83TRKmhzDyu4624Rf80HS1Na-d9kS7hVHuifXgjJZ4lbbZS2oLYMeTrLcnWw8Z3FLgV4fQjPXhcwnVjMQL7dEH5EaTCh349v3ynlUyNMxJbqKeW8CByS_Mv/s320/P1000700.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is Perry, daughter of our friends Darrell and Celeste. They were over at our house for our Sunday/Wednesday class get together. I had to take Perry's picture with Callie because they have the same hair! Plus, they absolutely loved each other! </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972587619082594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHXrjNOuoyu_-MLmjeU0R9iBukAPKE-kJ0iB6srVTN3eOYTJn4N4uuhZnXYr14irwpbl7CUSD9Theg6CnqPXYuLy8teSj13cmIr0Mp0KBRadcCiZCJ33shBZqI65qwOVviiFQ/s320/P1000698.JPG" border="0" />Can you tell where Perry's hair ends and Callie's begins? <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFhEyAMscH0AvJI_xRQXzl-21d86LCAgEZI65enOYT_z8ZyCHWUSbaRw0YjcWPirSv_6x4zwbkLMGrYOUoVUnyrdTLkL_Y0Sa0MKTLLb-eOmsA6O_Y9qDCWgxIQAsjMmgGx3p/s1600-h/P1000681.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972621960058482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFhEyAMscH0AvJI_xRQXzl-21d86LCAgEZI65enOYT_z8ZyCHWUSbaRw0YjcWPirSv_6x4zwbkLMGrYOUoVUnyrdTLkL_Y0Sa0MKTLLb-eOmsA6O_Y9qDCWgxIQAsjMmgGx3p/s320/P1000681.JPG" border="0" /></a> Family picture at my mom's birthday party<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJCxXSg4a_rKqe_efirm4bzVYgTMC7XhYQu0dhfnojCvjxaFiL5L8XKuqni2l5pBVy-IX01tXm64X8tgbAHUd1NGJ8QMQVv9rwvPVLZGkQuyiaMrcS18RZIuEeuQWjmXrhL1k/s1600-h/P1000693.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972609669909858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJCxXSg4a_rKqe_efirm4bzVYgTMC7XhYQu0dhfnojCvjxaFiL5L8XKuqni2l5pBVy-IX01tXm64X8tgbAHUd1NGJ8QMQVv9rwvPVLZGkQuyiaMrcS18RZIuEeuQWjmXrhL1k/s320/P1000693.JPG" border="0" /></a>Andy & his cousin, Scott, after Scott's wedding<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7vZuy_3w2MRnUtg9uWIzhQl-DPZd4uIlrMSmJvbOewH_lF1NcXM5jQ9ClyfGXjEjX1GI2oKibHv5T3ZIglmtF4SkPWRoNom50O9OMlw_B-F3ySv_V5idenckoagw8ovMGwh7/s1600-h/P1000694.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972599917093442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx7vZuy_3w2MRnUtg9uWIzhQl-DPZd4uIlrMSmJvbOewH_lF1NcXM5jQ9ClyfGXjEjX1GI2oKibHv5T3ZIglmtF4SkPWRoNom50O9OMlw_B-F3ySv_V5idenckoagw8ovMGwh7/s320/P1000694.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is a shot of a beautiful rainbow that appeared at our house after a rain shower! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-28252051764228778132008-11-22T17:41:00.000-08:002008-11-22T18:04:09.660-08:00Stuff -n- ThingsI have had a great week! I began my week by going shopping with Kate Hazlewood at the outlets (which is exactly halfway between my house and hers!). It was so good to be able to hang out with Kate, and we only had to drive 20 minutes to meet up! I didn't get much Christmas shopping done, but the company was completely worth it! Of course my week at school was as interesting as always: dealing with kids saying inappropriate comments about their teacher (I don't even want to type any of them out), helping kids, organizing our Secret Santa program, and getting ready for our annual school counselors conference. Carol Ann and I headed to Augusta for our conference and learned lots of fun new things that we can implement. One of the presentations we saw that sticks out in my head was a presentation from the Feingold Organization (<a href="http://www.feingold.org/">http://www.feingold.org/</a>). The presenter talked about how all the preservatives, artificial flavorings, and dyes in our food can affect children's (and adults!) behavior. They are hearing great success stories from parents whose children have a spectrum of medical diagnoses (autism, AD/HD, bipolar, etc.) and from parents who just want to remove this stuff from their diet. I would encourage you to check out their website and do some research of your own to see what you think! It is very interesting. Whitney, this is right up your alley! <br />When I returned from Augusta, I had a date planned with my sister-in-laws and a friend from church, Emily. We journeyed to the movie theatre for the opening night of "Twilight". We were surrounded by teeny-boppers galore, and they kept us laughing, because they would freak out and yell when one of the main characters, Edward, came onto the screen. I'll admit that my heart did go pitter-patter as well, but I kept my "Whoo Hoos!" to myself. We enjoyed the movie, but as always, the book was better. I won't bore you all with my critique of the movie, but for my fellow fans, let me know what you think when you see it! I hope your Thanksgiving week is great!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-21694929388567776572008-11-09T12:04:00.000-08:002008-11-09T12:07:31.940-08:00Blog FaceliftI've been playing with this blog for the past hour, and have given it a major facelift! I've added a new fun background, picture, and if you check out the right side of the web page, you can see all the people I check up on/stalk on a regular occasion! <br /><br />Things have been fairly boring here--which is absolutely wonderful, if you ask me. I thought about borrowing a kid from my across-the-street neighbor to write about. She has 4, so I thought she wouldn't miss them if I borrowed one for a while, but I guess that is not a great idea, huh? Oh, well...maybe next post! I hope your November is wonderful!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-13421332470848663742008-10-18T17:49:00.000-07:002008-10-18T17:57:31.646-07:00Reader's DigestI am at my parents' house this weekend, and picked up <u>Reader's Digest</u> (I love how I can chill here!). The article, "Get a Great Deal on Anything" caught my eye, since Dave Ramsey rules my life. The author had some great tips on websites that can save you money! I have been surfing around looking at some of them, and thought I would share them with you all. Here they are: here's to cheap and close-to-home shopping!<br /><a href="http://www.retailmenot.com/">www.retailmenot.com</a> : This is the website where you get all the discount codes you can put in at the end of checking out online and they have lots of printable coupons!<br /><a href="http://www.dealcatcher.com/">www.dealcatcher.com</a> : More coupons!!<br /><a href="http://www.pricegrabber.com/">www.pricegrabber.com</a>; <a href="http://www.shopping.com/">www.shopping.com</a> ; <a href="http://www.shopzilla.com/">www.shopzilla.com</a> : comparison shopping to see if you are getting the best price--or to find the best price for you!<br /><a href="http://www.freepeats.org/">www.freepeats.org</a> : Alright all you mamas who love the hand-me-downs! This is a website which gives you access to people to swap baby, kid, and maternity finds in 25 cities for a onetime charge of $4.95.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-47329887543467239252008-10-12T10:46:00.000-07:002008-10-18T17:49:30.587-07:00Happy Birthday to Mama Jan!Happy Birthday to my awesome Mom (on Friday)! She is absolutely the best in the whole wide world! Love you mom!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256326925203784066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgry5ykU_j_Y52P-qYKpFG_MD7csmkM-OqF3776YeoAjbKqCXcJRdEU_ldRzcj0afkeizyRhDtoywhCOlyYuHe4E9th5r9TulQZpc4daNNUisZjxfd38OrbK5Z_TlAXSadrVAsV/s320/P1000513.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Here is a great picture from our beach trip!</p>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-14028045755982993482008-09-28T12:27:00.001-07:002008-09-28T12:35:24.692-07:00I've got good news and bad news......Let's go with the good news first! Sandra's neurologist called with the awesome news that the only thing that her latest MRI shows is a little arthritis in her spine (no big deal)--so all is clear! I know she feels like the weight of the world is off of her shoulders and she will go back to the neurologist for an appointment at the end of October. So, we still don't know what caused her episodes, but whatever it was, it is gone now! Isn't that awesome?!<br /><br />Now, for the bad news. My Georgia Bulldogs got a good old-fashioned butt kicking by the Crimson Tide on Saturday night. We were there for the game, and the only fun part was the third quarter. But, the Dawgs did not give up, so that speaks for something...right? We had a great time with Andrea and Hunter (who came down for the game)--and most of the day was a blast! SEC football is crazy!!! Everyone was impressed by how nice and polite the Bama fans were--but I knew that anyway, since half of my friends Roll with the Tide. <br />Kudos to Alabama...I suppose.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-79621880064784042832008-09-20T15:06:00.000-07:002008-09-20T15:20:33.697-07:00Junior League and The WomenIn an attempt to spread my wings out further in Gainesville--well, actually, to get <u>completely</u> out of my comfort zone, I have joined the Junior League in town. For those of you who do not know what Junior League is (or if you have preconceived notions)--let me tell you a little about it. It is a service organization for women, which requires a 7 year commitment (yes, 7 years, folks!). Each year, each member must volunteer in a charitable organization for a minumum of 40 hours. The first year (my provisional year)--we are not placed, but learn all about "The League" as some people call it in several different meetings. I am really excited about it, and I have met a lot of new women in the community. Our provisional class has about 36 women in it, and I am feeling a little bit like I am back in the pledging world--but a little more grown up. I always thought Junior League was made up of people that could be kind of snotty--but that before I had ever met anyone in it:)! So far, there is not a snob in the bunch! Thanks to Carol Ann for opening my eyes! <br /><br />Back in the summer, I recommended the "Twilight" series of books--and many people have now gotten addicted to them. I apologize to your husbands and children if you were one of my victims--but they are just that good. Now, I am going to recommend a movie. Last night, I went with a bunch of girls to see "The Women" starring, well, basically half the famous women in Hollywood: Meg Ryan, Annette Benning, Jada Pinkett Smith, Debra Messing, etc. You have to get a group of girls together to go see it--it is a total chick flick--and there is not <u>ONE</u> man in the entire movie, I guess that is why it is called "The Women". We all really enjoyed it! Well, I'm off to eat supper, then watch UGA take on Arizona State--GO DAWGS!! You've gotta love college football season!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-91031983131395285332008-09-16T12:31:00.000-07:002008-09-16T12:33:41.592-07:00Still No NewsSandra had her MRI yesterday afternoon--but her follow up doctor's appointment is not until the end of October! Yeah, that is ridiculous! We had another family friend who had the same MRI done, and found out the results by the end of the week, so we're not sure if the doctor's office will call with the results, or just try to move her appointment up (both options would be good!). Thanks for all the emails and prayers--keep going with those. I'll keep you updated!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-56045278291569059932008-09-07T17:00:00.000-07:002008-09-07T17:11:55.678-07:00Not much of an updateWell, I guess no news is good news so far. Sandra went to the neurologist on Friday, and he said that her MRI looked better than his personal MRI:). She is scheduled for a more in-depth MRI on September 15th. She continues to be episode free, so that is great news, but we are still anxious for the doctors to figure out exactly what is the cause of all this stuff. Your prayers are much appreciated!<br /><br />On a humorous note, I had to take Callie to the vet on Tuesday because her ear was swollen to about 3 times it's normal size. The diagnosis? BUG BITE!!! I'm not even kidding! The treatment was either a cortisone shot, or Benadryl at home...I chose the Benadryl route. Andy says that she is having sympathy bug bite swelling because of my fire ant episode. Like mother, like doggie-daughter! <br /><br />I know many of you prayed for my friend, Katie, when she was going through her sickness at the end of last year--and that you continue to pray for her family. A fund has been started in Katie's memory. I have been meaning to post the website so here it is! It's main purpose is to spread the gospel! Please take some time to check it out:<br /><a href="http://khwfund.org/">http://khwfund.org/</a><br /><br />Love to all!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-54562132430644421802008-09-01T16:32:00.001-07:002008-09-01T18:17:54.693-07:00A New Family TraditionIt seems that the Nix family has come up with a new tradition for Thursday nights, visits to the emergency room! I don't recommend trying this tradition for your family, since it can be quite tiring and costly, but you do get to see a much different group of people than you ever have before! Two Thursdays ago, I was leaving a dinner at someone's house, when my toe began to burn. I realized that I had been bitten by something, but did not think much about it, until I got home and was itching from head to toe! Everywhere I scratched, hives started to break out, until I was <u>covered</u> in them, and my entire body was beginning to swell! I quickly downed a Benadryl, and picked up the phone to call Andy, who was walking in the door (fortunately). To put it mildly, I was freaking my freak, and looking more and more like Will Smith in 'Hitch' by the minute. I downed another Benadryl and headed for the ER. Apparently, Acute Anaphylactic Shock is not a good enough excuse to be seen in the ER before a 2 hour wait. The nurse told me that if I began to be unable to breathe, to let her know, and they would take me back. Well, I could breathe, but the wait in the ER made me wish just a teensy bit that I couldn't. There were people coming through high and drunk off their rear ends, people with 2 year olds that were not sick, and then there was me, the swollen-blimp-head, who waited patiently. When we were finally taken to the back, I was looking much better thanks to the overdose of Benadryl, but the doctor was shocked and upset that I had to wait--I hope someone got their booty chewed out for that one! So, one EpiPen and IV drug later, I was headed home with a prescription for steroids and an EpiPen. I now have to carry an EpiPen at all times, just in case another ravenous fire ant bites my toe. You read it right, folks, FIRE ANT! Andy wants me to pretend that it was some killer African wasp that got me, he thinks that sounds cooler, but "cooler" is not the story of my life! I have never even been stung by a bee, wasp, yellow jacket, etc., but a fire ant is now my undoing!<br /><div><div>Now on to the next Thursday night, and this visit was much more serious: All of Andy's brothers and wives were hanging out watching the opening college football game of the season, when we received a phone call from Chris, Andy's dad. My mother-in-law, Sandra was having a conversation with my father-in-law at home, when she started to have trouble talking and began choking. Chris called an ambulance, and they transported her to the ER, where we all met them. Her vital signs were good, and by the time she got to the hospital, she was able to communicate and breathe with no problems. When Andy and his brothers were in the back talking with her, she had another episode of being unable to communicate. The ER did a CT scan which came back negative (no tumors, bleeding, etc.) so the doctors put her on a blood thinner to keep her from having any more of what they were calling “mini-strokes” and admitted her to the hospital. On Friday morning, she had another episode right before she had an MRI done. The MRI came back clear, the only thing on there was a small bit of calcification and plaque on some random blood vessel. The doctors did not appear concerned with this, and still do not know the cause of her episodes. She was dismissed from the hospital on Saturday morning, and will see a neurologist this Friday to see if they can figure out what is causing all of this. To add to everything, Andy's dad had sinus surgery a few weeks ago, and towards the end of last week and while Sandra was in the hospital, his nose would start to bleed and he couldn't get it to stop. He had to go to the ER Saturday morning, and my dad took him to the doctor on Saturday afternoon to have it cauterized (sp?). My parents and Eli came down this weekend, and Eli went to the UGA game with all of us and my parents stayed with Chris and Sandra to watch the game on TV. We wanted to stay with them, but Chris and Sandra wanted us to all go to the game and get away for a little while. As of this post, things are still going well, we're just up in the air about what is the cause of Sandra's episodes, so we would appreciate your prayers! </div><div> </div><div>I'm going to try to post some promised pictures if Blogger will let me! Have a great week!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241210703055247474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetJ1OkW6nVhe94UWoiWErbtFQATG95pRwvLSRl4sq5oM0Sqb4sK5hZDkVpq2XCUpDOlAnYz0PVyyWy0FzYRRP9rK3RTw7qqewOmUcHcCvGX6rP2-aehG-MEks587mfFVtEaF2/s320/P1000571.JPG" border="0" />Here is my best picture of all The Ones from our weekend in Chattanooga</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241210705687509842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFXP4czTvKzkOpnfe_q5X8F3w38OugeGV0VuTnqHwy43PzyXI2qyTmZExT_V3DKMwdszv4FdJ-dYOWxRo1aJycOXp0QNxICoTCa0jpTSIvo38S4ycyK2yuzk5XX7PQEnKAclP/s320/P1000573.JPG" border="0" />We had to wait in the boiling heat for everyone to return to the car, I made everyone look ill so that I could take a funny picture!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241213750778513522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TZnjXpIo1r1Cq3UIO8CfqHJYSd37tM3qJvRI-V0Iy4mkHHs9Mq_FwrhAHxcWMpvKDBlMnEe5ciOTmbqY36RHayexlTpuMYzxsotdnZb_l58Ds2yhGC-gsMw_qEpU3NmpEF3H/s320/P1000614.JPG" border="0" />Annie, Shane, Keyla, and me!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241218730298937250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0Mfm9gKLxQb_ymRTx5Ras8ff6Ru8v9j9poeBM0ZhvrCZTxfJg7NHYHBYdjiDJsr0GivNkwkTTn3I72zC2Q1HGpviJPBmIUgzTI4lx0eERdhnLKEowyQCyqiS4YJGLDvLEKHJ/s320/P1000650.JPG" border="0" />Annie, Maggie, and Merriwether at the shower</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241218720562067874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI58wWxXtJdIDjFgsnzgxLnXy1QI1hdfH0-Vh30kcEAYwR7ML3QE3L0sxN_j9sP-J0yS3aUaoaUgczaJ7YZx4nBki5OPAy_-j3kogu77cOSI7t0EJAeQqMbaHYjCQ43uSH58N5/s320/P1000643.JPG" border="0" />The hostesses and Annie (Jesse, Whitney, Annie, me)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241218715957713522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeMTTgpsKWDe9K7FhGA1ijnHwmJssGyWHXDZiY2Jc_PxmlbqF-zE8U-EMlBX6z1rxQIagzxmvXYGJdQThd_MNKU2hiO_znwQl0JO3uuXkwcKbEokhTs1ehP_TOh8ZEEHPoLywX/s320/P1000621.JPG" border="0" />Keyla and her baby boy, Cal</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241218711813124226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnfmheP0uVHggMacMKJyyTQ2dDa_ALME5-TRi8zQhO8_PEdJh0v_1GF1lxZIMwSm7d-44qWk4XXet6wYyk4pYN7mrRHNqfAsDTRQ7pH8EzD38Hk5jpYufYkEGiZ9OsmNtFUai/s320/P1000632.JPG" border="0" />Maggie & Merriwether "Cheese!"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241210720351288914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHxlpm8G4skmBB9ERH8tSON0pwEm10DYkWHt1RqrvUEmFl3CmbroiJArFxAPVQvo1cT5aTeTNU_lRVzGqURFlYkFSBX6a-CqBfZAQC0cW_1ucBCq_0-axxr7KpCuMag0yld4r/s320/P1000610.JPG" border="0" />Annie and I at the reunion</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241218733478821074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKh2FqBbBMCcEbwcFuD1MCM3oiC9j5BkGQI1E7GQFJRCHNvpKocl-uFmPr7nk7xaAcrqjFaMtmHnYoimK7WurlrUS0mqNLCfEJqaAjHPMtM8JjwnT3-k7r1DiVICGB-s1F_cNR/s320/P1000655.JPG" border="0" />Andy, me, and Eli at the UGA game</div><div align="center">Me and Eli!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241221433115293714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueSav532r3UNrg-5JIKON1a3NY-DWI79GbMzOM5OFFStjB4S-1e0Ts_UIEC9pSrC-4zGAmuE2PeCyeBDZ0E7Yj0bBvlLKxaf6_htcTdZbRZ_ouXFf1Bo0SZ_cNAZfUzKkB9a6/s320/P1000664.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241221425955693250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IbhrMEAUxU_tNVS-7_LxRNXjkUKWBDnoENW_fitBcczd6WNDBvOuIBcxy346MAtIrsl6grnKhOO09_qYFJQ-Qnv7ujvi6qn8bA3yyFb45eR-7fRWrRcoY7gLClF9Nchi0m-k/s320/P1000661.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p align="center">Me, Alesha, and Sherry</p><p align="center"> </p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241221441007950754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnhBlNxj_OvYuLDoqEB_W6jIi-UA5NTCf1MXC1mfExL4Z8gUuTxySN_ElQdRtSAS1NnAYl3YT7YDTKv2pmfGoXlcmemRL8lWNYCuQSgOeJSAoYEP_wzvXnh7434yM1C2Q3bMG/s320/UGA+VII+2.jpg" border="0" />At the game, the newest UGA mascot, UGA VII, was introduced to much hoopla...here's a close-up</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241221441084875362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYYpsiHwMRQvq_CJMJV7ubXSOXXJaeesfuH-JpUb1VplsDR4EFyJSRDnp72Yzjoa_qKk030ZzXKBKKTcvJ5KXrP4tb04bggnWd7dbukG4kODoYdtzWz-ryWY9hEW3mxgijD-4/s320/UGA+VII.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Here is where he stays during the games, in his air-conditioned, iced-down dog house--Jillina, please show Mark these pictures!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241221436236670162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi45OSUABBdEfLUjtFXcaM99Dcwgh-fGsPGSarpinJ1Mf9lMKgpFMc3uz_PMQrpP9GHBqx9SHX-5ZrzZUxOGyjgd_PjwB8PiHYKQtno78Mv4H1RfzKL4Dybh1olokIpGMTLUgJW/s320/P1000671.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Here was our view of the 'dog'-arazzi taking pictures of UGA VII--we were really far away!</p>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-85318109014021554902008-08-26T15:20:00.000-07:002008-08-26T17:06:18.012-07:00The End of Summer...Of course, the end of my summer is marked by the beginning of school. We are beginning the third full week of school, so you can say that I am back in the swing of things. Since my last post, I have had many out-of-town experiences. I headed to Chattanooga at the end of July to hang with The Ones, Lauren, Laura, Carrie, Andrea, and Brooke. We had the greatest weekend hanging out around town and bonding with lots and lots of girl time! We even had a little surprise shower for Laura and her soon-to-come bundle of joy, Ella Tate! When I returned home on Sunday, Andy asked me where I wanted to go the following week (my last week of freedom before school was out) because he had taken the week off of work...SURPRISE!!! I was so excited, I couldn't stand myself:)! I decided that I wanted to stay close to home, so we had a "Staycation" at home and in Atlanta. We spent the week alternating between the pool (my fave) and the golf course (his fave), then we went to Atlanta for a long weekend. We stayed at a nice hotel, ate unbelievable food, and did all the touristy stuff we never do (Hard Rock Cafe, High Museum of Art, Atlantic Station). We had a blast, and were only an hour from home. I didn't take any pictures of our staycation, but maybe I can find some on the internet from the places we went. Moving on...last weekend, Andy, Callie and I headed to Dalton for my 10-year high school reunion, and a shower for Annie. My high school reunion was a lot of fun--it was so great to see so many people I hadn't seen in ages! I was so glad all of our girlfriends could get together for the shower for Annie and Katie Charlotte, the newest addition to her family who will be here in a couple of weeks. Blogger is not letting me download pictures--but I hope to have some soon!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34646948.post-44218528815368550252008-07-22T06:27:00.001-07:002008-07-22T15:15:25.781-07:00Nashville, Florida, The Shack, & Twilight...<div align="center">The title of this blog is a summary of what I have been up to over the past week. The weekend of the 12th, Andy and I headed to Nashville for golf (him) and picnics (me) with friends. When I returned from Nashville, after a retreat with school, I headed to the beach with my mom, Eli, and my little cousin, Parker. We hung out on the beach for a few days, before visiting my cousin, Heath, his wife, Kate, and their son, Carter, in Jacksonville. We had a blast! While I was gone, I discovered (through the help of Eli and friends) some great new books: <u>The Shack</u> (Christian) and <u>Twilight</u> (young adult Harry Potteresque, except with vampires). Eli let me borrow <u>The Shack</u> and he was also the third person to say something about <u>Twilight</u>, so I had to read it. Both books are a must-read--and <u>Twilight</u> is a series, and I have just finished the second book, <u>New Moon</u>. You have to get them! Two very different genres, but both very good! You can probably tell that I am not much for details in this blog, I just wanted to post some pictures so you can see what has been going on! Enjoy the rest of your summer--mine is ending all too soon!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838563124828514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEZXoPz9vjFHdfAns8Ctwc4CRdBnc4CRYSypApixwFY_R5UPGnBDvO4cQQNXG0SqNf4dfd5_WFSSW0q9yTQ6r-nBV32t_ogfIEUyqi3LLUau9FsCkKeFYDxserMfxWOY6-m6aD/s320/P1000497.JPG" border="0" />Our lovely hosts in Nashville: The Sciortinos! Thanks for letting us shack up once again! And right below, Andy and Andrew</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838556304663714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEVYgkIr45ZmrHzTojKAsL9GakDGSX_uJNIjwW2NL7NI4jTjsGCoVAfVPaAgj6KqZ8zzxvoNk4WhReg_dzpqoxbuK4jVuEkB_cUgkA27oLdGpfMcGnIR3Bxv0YH0tIlx14vjS/s320/P1000495.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQrjrhPzdLRvAlaLi4JhgwnJn-nfzFMIORVXuxhv0DnepIFdYY_H8Akyx2apPt6K1qomPiSfeR3ok' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Here is Campbell singing "Seek Ye First"--do you think he is listening in church? I think so!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838571901295106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-AelgrpqptSJnP-Exn-ImN7tNLpw5S4Cnw_ZJbitqGi9TUq0Yq8DUdwnmr9HYy4BQ4k61yw0GF_v_i0q8Qxluun01rCn6jgKnZimTpH6jlrCqr8QmQn46CjyFb2nlnERcUSJM/s320/P1000547.JPG" border="0" />My cousins: Kate, Carter, and Heath Perkins--we had a great time in Jacksonville!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838579553174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4s7KkMHiHg6n9Fa5sqSUhBSBQ6EoRzBRmZMlkyRRtreC-9ByjDELTm2C_wHym7GSUhMbEMegUseDwRXMK8Xs4q4qoF5s9h0Cv0h8xbNs90DgOuLUuYXAJ8SmxCjM11cPwFN6W/s320/P1000537.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">A beautiful sunset</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225834709545948466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkw0H7cN85HlMOThb0HkjQgjdnu6QrSGGwcFI1QPniwk12NImSrCSoq0cesa9Qy0HT-jdtibZCOTns97P5nIE1VyIZqE_G0m_7dnUDyl_Ypi__3Sc5uLRUTNEgWrvfA4EeAhxh/s320/P1000536.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Parker!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225834695239367010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVs-0cqckKw9JJEsayAhRX-_yFR8aTKJ0480GOh_l0IYDKCAWZ3vvEDVmHAX0HxAtPot43VslEmYYSDI7sxiLDq5bHUCE2YaaLKtI63O3aj1H6tdZqW7r9Z5P56r5IozQsS5fu/s320/P1000509.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Eli and Parker with some short fisherman outside Down The Hatch</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225834702881916786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKxku5Aha3VQKIFZvh176P31Oohlc6qRZHxTQjojhLH61zaVkRmU5Xcz_v0EPrSgiMBwDPvzTTeBUZP6psAK1GimR81Yvlc0kHLwAvkEXXFknMGEWXAeFWYs4V490sIpfKm9a/s320/P1000512.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Everyone but me (someone has to take the pictures!)</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225834706832039522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnu5BFAS2W7wQUcNOk5sme2lFBauBGEJ-I5P0PxqjWunFrIcLd_emtuCbXzVjkp_YR77cUo4NZ1LTlQB4a1kmJN6ClnzlxZKmL9pOlVqaoAlngacG33YbTcfZf5ajPzFsla73G/s320/P1000524.JPG" border="0" />I made Eli pose for this picture--I think it needs to be his new Facebook profile shot. I told him that I put the book in it so everyone can see that he is academic-minded:)!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02552472831901285681noreply@blogger.com8