Happy B-day To ME!

Friday was my 27th, and I'm totally stealing pictures from She-Da-Wagna's blog. I had a great day.

Mis padres sent me flores muy guapa for my birthday. I have to snap a picture today so I can post them. Then I went to grab a few hurricane supplies with my little Sohlios before naptime. My Sohl-mate got home early, and we went swimming as a fam. We had a great time, though my Sohl son's in need of some extended pool time. He's still a little leery of the backfloat, and my patience tends to wane earlier than it probably should.

Then I ran home and got ready to attend a great girls' night, hosted by She-Da-Wagna. SunJane, Her OckersOcean, and Lady Keller all joined us. We looked at ridiculous pictures of our past selves, and talked about things from the past, present, and future. Lady Keller got me a sweet necklace and bracelet; SunJane, napkins which reflect something I told her daughter when she had dinner with us one night; and She-Da-Wagner and Her OckersOcean went together on a gift card to local spa for a manicure-pedicure. SWEET! Gracias, mis chicas bonitas!

My two sweet friends from college, Juliet and Tressa, send me a sweet card and a gift card to GAP, which I'll use to get a new skirt.

Then Saturday the kids and I went to the base park and watched and listened as the jets flew overhead. We missed the beach wedding we were invited to because the gates locked down for a bit, so we scheduled an impromptu beach party with just the four of us. I inflated a raft I've had for three years now, and we took turns floating in. That evening, while She-Da-Wagna watched our little Sohlios, we stopped by the Mansfield's 10th anniversary celebration, enjoying some fresh shrimp, potatoes, and a couple of margaritas. Then my Sohl-mate and I enjoyed a nighttime stroll along the beach before picking up our kids.

Overall, a great birthday week!

Baby Got Book...

I can't help myself. I'm acting like an animal. Lol!

http://www.whiteboydj.com/babygotbook.html

Picture my Sohl-life...

As I haven't update in a while, nor demonstrated the evidence of my daily escapades, I'll do it all at once. Be prepared - I'm making up for lost time. ;)


My little Sohls, so sweet.


Not surprisingly, my Sohl son eyeing his sister's uneaten watermelon.


No photos, please.

Carter shares his dad's sense of order, and his mom's sense of balance.

Our funk-Sohl brotha and my Sohl-mate begin the rock movement phase of our landscaping project.

Carter, helping me spray the rocks.... from the other side, with no water. He's so helpful.

AH! Help arrives.

A baby Einstein cake - the source of my recent cake blog.

Our landscaping. YAY!

We visited the beach and Schiltterbahn while my funk-Sohl brotha was here. Unfortunately I didn't bring my camera. Suffice it to say that we had an awesome time. We're excited for him to visit again!

Celery green and orange cake. I swear it's cuter in person.

JANES women's ministry Expo planning meeting. Thanks super girls for wearing the pink.

My Sohl-son presented my Sohl-mate with this. He said it's an "invite" to Mama's "party." I'm sure they're both hoping someone's bringing cake. Click it to read the details.

My early b-day present from my Sohl-mate. I am so stoked. I've never had a leather Bible. Thanks Sohl-mate. I'll return your missing-for-a-year Bible now.

High School All over again...

I said I'd never go back. Here I am.

High school all over again...
I actually attended 3 high schools, but I attended the last one the longest. So I'll use that one.

1. Who was your best friend? Mary D. or Wyatt or Heather or Jeanette

2. Did you play any sports? nope. In fact, during PE I'd play a ridiculous position in any team sport where I'd position myself directly behind the 2nd baseman so I didn't have to do anything in the outfield. If it was a pairs sport I'd find a friend, hopefully Jeanette, who'd be silly with me, so Coach Earlywine didn't catch us slacking off. Although I did rock at badminton. And my freshman year of high school, I won the boys vs. girls dodgeball game all by myself. GO ME!

3. What kind of car did you drive? After I took driver's ed the summer I turned 17, and got a C-, I drove a red Mercury Sable. I loved that car. I put it in the ditch, and another time slid down an icy hill and almost got hit by a semi. But most importantly I moved to college in that car. Until my parents told me that I had to let them take it back so my sister could drive it. *SIGH*

4. It’s Friday night. Where were you? At home. Or if my parents let me, with my friends having pizza @ Pizza Hut, as long as I was home by 9. : I know.

5. Were you a party animal? Um, no. I co-founded a chapter of SADD at my last high school and I turned in a friend for drinking alcohol during two separate NHS events (he was breathalized, and passed from what I remember. Pray for me to leave this event at the cross because it still causes me anxiety, anger, and embarassment), and pretty much avoided any kind of large social gathering.

6. Were you considered a flirt? No. I was too shy to talk to most boys, because I'd blush so hard when I'd get nervous. I had lots of crushes though.

7. Were you in the band, orchestra or choir? Band. I played french horn, and not to toot my own horn (LOL!!) but I was pretty good.

8. Were you a nerd? HUGE band nerd.

9. Were you ever suspended or expelled? I don't think I'd have made it this long if I had been.

10. Can you sing the fight song? Go we Mo Valley, Fight for Victory... That's all I know. I was usually playing the fight song (huge band nerd, remember?)

11. Who was your favorite teacher? Well, as far as teaching as a role model? I'd say J.T. (Joel Thury). But Coach Knott's dimples and blue eyes were the talk of all the girls. And Senora gave me my current level of Espanol.

12. What was your school mascot? Big Red - a huge Indian head complete with headdress and axe.

13. Did you go to the Prom? We had junior-senior prom, and I was a prom server my sophmore year. We had to wear those screen printed shirts with a tuxedo on the front (mine was a XXL) with our names puffy painted on (purple for girls and green for boys I think), and on the back was the prom logo and the year. I had a junior boyfriend who really wanted me to attend prom with him, but I wasn't allowed to go. My junior year I loved my dress and hair, but didn't really enjoy the prom itself.I preferred my senior prom, but my dress was horrible and I hated my hair.

14. If you could go back, would you? Absolutely not.

15. What do you remember most about graduation? Um, either people laughing at me during the invocation, people trying to trip me while going down the stairs to play in the band, or trying to trip me while I received my diploma. Yeah. There were maybe 3 people in my graduating class who tolerated me after I turned that guy in.

16. Where were you on Senior Skip Day? In school, working on the yearbook while the other editors were out.

17. Did you have a job your senior year? I worked @ Jones' Food Center. I liked that job. Most of the time I stood around, read the ridiculous magazines at the front counter, and "dusted" the food.

18. Where did you go most often for lunch? The library. Or JT's room.

19. Have you gained weight since then? I have.

20. What did you do after graduation? Worked that summer, and thankfully left MoVal. I went to college, which I really miss.

21. What year did you graduate? 1998

22. Who was your Senior Prom Date? someone I was dating.

23. Who was your homeroom teacher? I don't think we had homeroom. I guess if we did, it would probably be Miss Spears, my band teacher.


Thanks for the meme, Bob at The Four of Clubbs.

WAHOO!! Such a God thing!

(WARNING! This post includes lots of excitement, including, but not limited to: Internet shouting, excessive exclamation points, PRAISE!!, conviction, hyphenation, word creation, parentheses, run-on sentencing,etc. If you aren't prepared, stop reading now!! TOO LATE!)

Yay! I'm so totally praising God right now. YAY! A new cake order! A woman found my site through someone's blog (thank you whomever it was!), and sent me an email. You should know that I check my email. Obsessively. Compulsively. So often I might need to attend a meeting for this addiction. (Another sign of my addictive personality, but that's another post)

Of course, My Sohl-mate took the computer which contains my business email with him on his trip this week. Did that matter? NOPE! Why? Because --- God is great! He don't need no stinkin' email. He's got G-mail (no, not Google-mail). God connected this same woman and I just after First Wednesday (which is totally a God thing in and of itself!!). She approached me, and asking, "Are you the girl who makes diaper cakes?" Imagine my shock! WAHOO! You better believe I am. I was shocked, though. How did she find me? How did she know me? How did she know?? G - O - D! Thank you!!

O.k., I know I'm a little excited, but God has been showing my that I'm not taking Him seriously enough. He has been telling me all over the place that He wants to bless me in so many ways, but I've been pushing it off and throwing myself a little bit of a no-orders-on-my-terms pity party. Finally the other day I just threw some of my constant, long-time stumbling blocks at His feet. I'm working my hardest not to run back and pick them up, even though I know it's where they belong.

Then last night the blessings began. The Wagnocker Hometeam discussed a previous message, and we talked about passions, gifts, experiences, and locations. I was falling back over one of my long-time stumbling blocks when God threw me for a loop. When called out on my what my passions were, I faltered, saying I didn't know, maybe entertaining. (Please, roll your eyes as God did at my non-committal answer) Kirby totally called me out, though, on two occasions, and reminding me that God does see me as someone better than I allow myself to see. God, through Kirby, was saying, "Hey! Remember you left those insecurities back here?!? They're gone now, wiped away. So stop trying to pick them up again. You're not who they said you were. You never have been. Be who I'm telling you you are." It was totally a world-coming-to-an-audible-screeching-halt moment. WHOA!! THANK YOU GOD!!! Thank you for forcing me to remember who is really in charge of me, and of my direction.

So today when that sweet woman approached me, I was shocked, and not. I wanted to give her one of those almost-knock-you-over, squish-tastic hugs. Trying to maintain my "business etiquette", I politely thanked her, and asked her a few questions. I did end up giving in and hugging her, though not the hug I had initially wanted to bestow upon her. I knew it was God, saying, "See what happens when you let Me do it?"

Such is God, right? Once we show that we'll stay the course, that we want what He wants for us, He opens the gates. YAY! WAHOO!