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....an in-action shot of the process that has consumed the majority of the past two years - getting in, phd style.</div>
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and it is as a result of this process that we now find ourselves in our current state of transition and gratitude. letting go of our current state of being, of the dynamics that constitute friendships and relationships experienced in close proximity, even of the very <i><a href="http://2poorgradstudentstuff.blogspot.com/">things</a></i> we sometimes confuse with the stuff of life. such as, <i>ahem</i>, furniture, decorations, rollerblades that haven't seen a sidewalk in two years. it's more than just a move, this transition. </div>
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a small step in a direction in which we've felt led for some time. an attempt at faithfully responding, steadily plodding, patiently waiting. </div>
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the next 6 years, denton.</div>
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one afternoon, i came home to find this inexplicable glow spilling into our space. it lasted minutes, only changing so subtly that i could not perceive that it had indeed shifted until it was completely gone and dark.<br />
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so often this is how i see God move, instruct and direct in my life. as a sunrise or sunset, He spills forth in such subtle increments, that i really cannot see a change until dark or light has <i>suddenly</i> arrived. this may not be how He works, but simply my stunted perception. and truthfully, i am grateful that He at least teaches me to see that.<br />
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a cold keeps me indoors these days, yet <i>the</i> cold yields a delicate display of the ornate over our window sill. snow fell all day yesterday. the intricacies of a scientific God, praising Him as each water molecule attaches to another to form an ever-changing, never-repeating pattern. these are the tiny melodies sung in the dead of winter that are drowned out by the swelling of spring's symphony in later months. what a joy to see such beauty in the passing of the day.<br />
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<br />ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-23397505099160961322012-01-03T10:52:00.005-06:002012-01-03T14:52:56.454-06:00what will rise.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33205915?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=ffffff" width="600" height="338" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">lately, i've been making a simple bread at home (recipe <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/amish-white-bread/">here</a>). inspired by a friend who forages for wild mushrooms in the forest preserves and parks of chicago, and who one night, shared a loaf of bread made with onions, local wild mushrooms, and asiago cheese perfectly crusted on top, i've been making more and more bread of my own. bread-making, ancient as it is, never ceases to slow me down as i wait for what will rise.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">video found <a href="http://www.kinfolkmag.com/journal/film-dutch-oven-bread.html">here</a>, at kinfolk.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-43547441059083032902011-12-21T11:32:00.005-06:002012-01-03T14:54:14.608-06:00vulnerability and what it means to be wholehearted.<div><div><object width="526" height="374"><div><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"></div><div><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></div><div><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></div><div><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></div><div><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"></div><div><param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2010X/Blank/BreneBrown_2010X-320k.mp4&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/BreneBrown-2010X.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=512&vh=288&ap=0&ti=1042&lang=&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=brene_brown_on_vulnerability;year=2010;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=what_makes_us_happy;event=TEDxHouston;tag=Culture;tag=communication;tag=psychology;tag=self;tag=social+change;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"></div><div><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="526" height="374" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2010X/Blank/BreneBrown_2010X-320k.mp4&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/BreneBrown-2010X.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=512&vh=288&ap=0&ti=1042&lang=&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=brene_brown_on_vulnerability;year=2010;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=what_makes_us_happy;event=TEDxHouston;tag=Culture;tag=communication;tag=psychology;tag=self;tag=social+change;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"></embed></div><div></div></object></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>one of the best ideas i've heard in a while - the concept and theory of wholeheartedness, shared by brene brown, phd, from the university of houston in texas. found via donald miller's blog with his notes <a href="http://donmilleris.com/2011/12/21/the-power-of-vulnerability/">here</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-75159369586890609012011-10-12T19:44:00.006-05:002012-03-25T23:53:21.680-05:00come autumn.<div>
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nothing inspires me more than creation, particularly when it is shifting between seasons, settling into yet another pattern, one that is familiar yet fresh and new each year. invigorating as it is, change inherently involves the deadening of a thing and the subsequent coming forth of the living.<br />
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fast forward from last spring to the present season - autumn - and much has changed in our lives. so much so, that i still feel my head spinning from the whirlwhind that was this summer. a brief recap:</div>
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:: in may, andrew graduated with his masters in psychology and studied for and passed his licensing exam.</div>
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:: in june, i graduated with my masters in nursing.</div>
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:: in july, i studied for and passed my licensing exam to become a full-fledged nurse.</div>
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:: since last april, andrew & i fretted, cried, prayed, agonized, and prayed some more as we began the long process of applying for jobs. with a couple of emotional exceptions (mostly agony), that process continues - in understanding and trust that the Lord has a plan.</div>
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:: in june, andrew began a new job as a therapist for families and children involved in the department of child and family services...tough stuff.</div>
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:: aug 1st, we left our 400-sq foot apartment behind. our third move in two years, and perhaps the most physically grueling - <i>third floor with no elevator. </i>eternal thanks to the friends that sweated that one with us. my joints are still aching.</div>
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:: at the end of august, after weeks of interviews, waiting and let downs, i gratefully started a new job as a nurse. with that, the blessing of relief for andrew & me...and the collective sigh of our simultaneous exhale as we released the tension of the past several months.</div>
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:: in august, a & i packed all our summer fun into a 2-week-span including a wisconsin backpacking trip, a visit to Granny in florida, and my cousin's aussie-texan wedding in san antonio. </div>
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and these are merely the high points - the tangible bullet points that we can point back to and say t<i>hat happened</i>.</div>
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now, as life tends to do when the gush of summer's flow lessens and trickles into autumn, <i>things are slowing down</i>. and the coming season of dormancy welcomes me with the opportunity for reflection. </div>
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right now, <i>life is good</i>. we're still in the midst of figuring things out - always will be - but God has taken care of us these past few months and years of grad school in big and little ways we weren't expecting. our family and our friends have too. </div>
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anyways, that's all for now. today, both andrew and i had the day off. i stayed home, i baked <a href="http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2010/10/whole-wheat-sunflower-seed-bread/#more-3685">bread</a>, i went to the grocery store. i did no homework or research or studying. outside, the leaves fell and so did the rain. it was peaceful. </div>
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<br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-41307839778122574102010-07-01T10:34:00.000-05:002010-07-24T10:46:29.786-05:00summer-time.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nDE-4biki09tS1qppHHsQvdxt4fbvenQi4f0VLYY_reN65pvi_cic-GHdWYe0iJafSLYZIy8xVOb-b8lTDtk_zVFEV5ESXGu8XMUMY_X2tPciq8_g5zWKr0EffQK4KO1zC6ykMPShvE/s1600/DSC_0692.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nDE-4biki09tS1qppHHsQvdxt4fbvenQi4f0VLYY_reN65pvi_cic-GHdWYe0iJafSLYZIy8xVOb-b8lTDtk_zVFEV5ESXGu8XMUMY_X2tPciq8_g5zWKr0EffQK4KO1zC6ykMPShvE/s400/DSC_0692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497496915717074034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJD2TaTkit4x0d-VxMf7f7Mh_QzCFyos5Xqx12-UjM_lWnIOmiohZIPLU-Y3xJMfrPlpi4mLpFTx7gT-xgRL6eKGC6Ox0hma0dtmuUllYZsOCIZuz3nSyiUQgXLudXGK11RblebUTOXg/s1600/DSC_0693.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJD2TaTkit4x0d-VxMf7f7Mh_QzCFyos5Xqx12-UjM_lWnIOmiohZIPLU-Y3xJMfrPlpi4mLpFTx7gT-xgRL6eKGC6Ox0hma0dtmuUllYZsOCIZuz3nSyiUQgXLudXGK11RblebUTOXg/s400/DSC_0693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497496907221992882" /></a>this has been a strange summer. lots of transition and deadlines and applications with very little downtime. but when mom was here in june, we inevitably ended up in the china department at marshall field's because <i>where else would we be.</i> we nearly died over this deviled-egg dish because clearly, <i>we're texan</i>. the following week, i stocked the necessary goods for deviled-eggs, the quintessential summer-time treat. and contrary to popular deviled-egg dish lore purporting that these things only get used <i>max</i> once a year, my new deviled-egg dish has already housed multiple rounds of delectable eggs. m'mmm....thanks mom!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-63947371903961198162010-06-06T10:27:00.002-05:002010-07-24T10:33:43.643-05:00study break.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpaVEusvruMO6OJaoC_hzRQYhFxjszPbGgmHTkinPFUddCXi6SOu-5pQicvuX9wNS3acLMe9CesxFvjm-31vFOBF9M9MPVi_3FX9804jwH2hqKho-lptdor_bnH4bg7xrayPlluOQ4gZs/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpaVEusvruMO6OJaoC_hzRQYhFxjszPbGgmHTkinPFUddCXi6SOu-5pQicvuX9wNS3acLMe9CesxFvjm-31vFOBF9M9MPVi_3FX9804jwH2hqKho-lptdor_bnH4bg7xrayPlluOQ4gZs/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497495055881482258" /></a><br /><div>while studying for my last comprehensive exam <i>ever </i>in nursing school at one of our favorite little neighborhood spots, <a href="http://fritzpastry.com/">Fritz Pastry</a>, i picked up these delectable macarons so that andrew and i could have a sweet little date in the midst of a terribly hectic and strung-out week. and at 75 cents a pop, they fit our little budget just right.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-42712781189294152402010-06-03T20:10:00.008-05:002010-07-24T09:07:45.114-05:00andrew's graduation.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>on may 8th, andrew graduated. <div><br /></div><div>we dressed, we drove - just barely getting there in time - for andrew to walk across the stage, shake hands, smile for cameras, and have his journey honored in a way that only a graduation ceremony can. </div><div><br /></div><div>there was a moment when they asked spouses of graduates to stand. i felt that lump in my throat rise as i stood, realizing that these last two years have meant so much more than a degree. </div><div><br /></div><div>for our marriage, for our friendship, for our sanity, we have struggled to rely on a strength not our own. at times, successfully; other times, not so. </div><div><br /></div><div>nonetheless, in doing so, we reap immeasurably the graces of a God who knows no measure. He has sustained us when very little else could.</div><div><br /></div><div>i know so much of our experience is perception, but these past two years have been <i>tough.</i> we've been stretched and bent and forced through some things. but it is all as it should have been. <i>what a wonderful journey</i>.<i> </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>perhaps when things settle down, i'll find the pics...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-59696382609991875532010-04-26T14:33:00.004-05:002010-04-27T09:11:40.683-05:00today, two years.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1967/102/29/9203988/n9203988_37132540_8086.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1967/102/29/9203988/n9203988_37132540_8086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1967/102/29/9203988/n9203988_37132538_7529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1967/102/29/9203988/n9203988_37132538_7529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: left;">...2 years ago today, we began.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1967/102/29/9203988/n9203988_37132555_2554.jpg"></a></div></span><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">...so thankful for what's been and what's to come.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-34726896802588370462010-04-21T07:31:00.003-05:002010-04-21T08:09:56.484-05:00today's mantra.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mocking-bird.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/godo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 695px;" src="http://www.mocking-bird.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/godo.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>today, my first day in weeks where there is <i>nothing (</i>not <i>one</i> thing!) on my schedule, this is my mantra. go--do! <div><br /></div><div>so much to accomplish in the seven--yes, seven!--weeks left before i graduate.</div><div><br /></div><div>for andrew, only two--yes, two!--weeks until he graduates.</div><div><br /></div><div>....with a recent slow-down in daily duties for him, he turned to me yesterday and simply said, "i don't know what to do with myself." we've been chugging along, trying to keep up with such a steady, swift, at times ferocious, pace of school and life, that when all that busy-ness halts in the coming weeks, we're not quite sure how we will handle the withdrawal....</div><div><br /></div><div>....as with most things, i'm sure we'll figure it out. but for today, i must go--do!</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>via <a href="http://www.mocking-bird.org/blog/">mocking bird</a>. lyrics by <a href="http://jonsi.com/">this musician</a>. stream his music <a href="http://jonsi.com/go">here</a> - you won't regret it.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-3544916112845633782010-03-20T07:41:00.000-05:002010-04-20T11:50:37.493-05:00long barrage of snowboarding pictures & videos.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrM1qXumrD5p2FrwgYPw6Kx4goRAPqEgqH0bfRm4WLizmD2B0S0ngcnhqXGee5Y3VDckuKY3ECTMkc9-aOpJz7qfYY8HJLVA2kxXcWXHuaY03NBeHeR_Y3tdTCzJ5yuvABXmebOKTLVpM/s1600/DSCN3808.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrM1qXumrD5p2FrwgYPw6Kx4goRAPqEgqH0bfRm4WLizmD2B0S0ngcnhqXGee5Y3VDckuKY3ECTMkc9-aOpJz7qfYY8HJLVA2kxXcWXHuaY03NBeHeR_Y3tdTCzJ5yuvABXmebOKTLVpM/s400/DSCN3808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462199813143441506" /></a>:: pooped out from a long day at wilmot mountain.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZWZt7G8VtMYOXuEO7AHIWCEBLDOsFRBT4FinoPqqqt3oGaGu7eSH50Vf_IHgwXqrhRZHB6RCYetjqEZfejg4UNztkfD3M4cPeDqjgVoeURxzfahT2ZAAAQeDuUHSwClrfjk2WXCek5w/s1600/DSCN3806.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZWZt7G8VtMYOXuEO7AHIWCEBLDOsFRBT4FinoPqqqt3oGaGu7eSH50Vf_IHgwXqrhRZHB6RCYetjqEZfejg4UNztkfD3M4cPeDqjgVoeURxzfahT2ZAAAQeDuUHSwClrfjk2WXCek5w/s1600/DSCN3806.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZWZt7G8VtMYOXuEO7AHIWCEBLDOsFRBT4FinoPqqqt3oGaGu7eSH50Vf_IHgwXqrhRZHB6RCYetjqEZfejg4UNztkfD3M4cPeDqjgVoeURxzfahT2ZAAAQeDuUHSwClrfjk2WXCek5w/s400/DSCN3806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462199809405820322" /></a>:: surprising vertical on the wisconsin-illinois border.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZIKZYAiVI9L296skV6oQXGP6NYYt5UEsIBlEumEor4faLm8mpSx5jLIE4S5UrpW4WFMmqBPkO7Lg9kEyABZ77Drphq2eUbmb1ZnAHtb_1nKLQP8vi9nKf-B1NTIXiyRVKAZxumME6SY/s1600/DSCN3799.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZIKZYAiVI9L296skV6oQXGP6NYYt5UEsIBlEumEor4faLm8mpSx5jLIE4S5UrpW4WFMmqBPkO7Lg9kEyABZ77Drphq2eUbmb1ZnAHtb_1nKLQP8vi9nKf-B1NTIXiyRVKAZxumME6SY/s1600/DSCN3799.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZIKZYAiVI9L296skV6oQXGP6NYYt5UEsIBlEumEor4faLm8mpSx5jLIE4S5UrpW4WFMmqBPkO7Lg9kEyABZ77Drphq2eUbmb1ZnAHtb_1nKLQP8vi9nKf-B1NTIXiyRVKAZxumME6SY/s400/DSCN3799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462199521122618322" /></a>:: andrew surmounting his fear of heights.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOC2lqnpAb_xlJJSZONtSsTYikp50kvAkLLi2CdSt9zeXXA0AWkkBR-JDcch2baEWuISyMQ-_frDzeO9uEsKLv2RfS3XaC88MGoyU17jdBirhCAd4May9Fln5vx-PoXzPdwKLKzTbuPM/s1600/DSCN3798.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOC2lqnpAb_xlJJSZONtSsTYikp50kvAkLLi2CdSt9zeXXA0AWkkBR-JDcch2baEWuISyMQ-_frDzeO9uEsKLv2RfS3XaC88MGoyU17jdBirhCAd4May9Fln5vx-PoXzPdwKLKzTbuPM/s1600/DSCN3798.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOC2lqnpAb_xlJJSZONtSsTYikp50kvAkLLi2CdSt9zeXXA0AWkkBR-JDcch2baEWuISyMQ-_frDzeO9uEsKLv2RfS3XaC88MGoyU17jdBirhCAd4May9Fln5vx-PoXzPdwKLKzTbuPM/s400/DSCN3798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462199512700608130" /></a>:: lost in the wealth of sunshine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsflwC8uE50_qLwKNTs5B4gcafBSZ8-XZsHBnyYISrj8JBKhRXbdpVLshx6vZgrC9TAKebkxpXw2pX2U3H107l9_az6MCzGvHc6BXzeKops5jlk1TVrbvkh_JmmAkLqIBNqrqeQOynoMY/s1600/DSCN3796.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsflwC8uE50_qLwKNTs5B4gcafBSZ8-XZsHBnyYISrj8JBKhRXbdpVLshx6vZgrC9TAKebkxpXw2pX2U3H107l9_az6MCzGvHc6BXzeKops5jlk1TVrbvkh_JmmAkLqIBNqrqeQOynoMY/s400/DSCN3796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462199509629091794" /></a>:: cheese and thank you.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bGzOgDvxtcFY9GKoZ7cI2xPLQSZP71VyEAizWPZAut8ixL0HpI_c9DNvv1uJBBY4ikeEg8tBm7zbvOFwFDw6-7UznJ2KmXl6JSzLPTvKcST0XaO42-4Fq8qMlcMuS9rqSWvw3I7-PPw/s1600/DSCN3793.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bGzOgDvxtcFY9GKoZ7cI2xPLQSZP71VyEAizWPZAut8ixL0HpI_c9DNvv1uJBBY4ikeEg8tBm7zbvOFwFDw6-7UznJ2KmXl6JSzLPTvKcST0XaO42-4Fq8qMlcMuS9rqSWvw3I7-PPw/s400/DSCN3793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462199499738777314" /></a><div>:: attempt-at-christmas-card-photo-fail.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwzC7_IkQmb8KldQb17TzMZnT1eA-duBTZiSpyFsUj94n1Vltkxq0SObYF3MHinefJueUoG59lBTew9B6uA4g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div>:: because i couldn't resist videoing andrew while trailing behind him down the hill.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzDQcvgrtXKf8hDH5h9C6GZA3LgUwfWI4tnQ1yKvUc0icrJyP2Y4sjs3cqnWpGJb2n6r4amKefQoN3UkmlRFw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>:: because andrew is quite the learner, picking up snowboarding in a surprisingly short period of time. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-42846829562020014602010-03-20T06:01:00.000-05:002010-03-20T06:01:00.728-05:00who knew wisconsin snowboarding could be so fun?<p class="mobile-photo"><br /></p><p class="mobile-photo"><br /></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;">:: because i was sitting on the tailgate, eating my pb&j, watching andrew finagle our 2 runaway boards....i just had to start snapping some pictures:</p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hqAlQrzXd9f_lWbBd9qbN5z0Rm_FD63JHqyt_dL2j2C64A6IhkbUEUrGNwpJ-HL1xa7uSYAvr3e8y2mrYChkk3NzXKaruyQUx20RN1LjSzodijsCMaiKzMCTQDqk8UoMnabTRZM4pHY/s1600-h/DSC_0388-707384.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hqAlQrzXd9f_lWbBd9qbN5z0Rm_FD63JHqyt_dL2j2C64A6IhkbUEUrGNwpJ-HL1xa7uSYAvr3e8y2mrYChkk3NzXKaruyQUx20RN1LjSzodijsCMaiKzMCTQDqk8UoMnabTRZM4pHY/s320/DSC_0388-707384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450314390372856562" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIMSa57gPaQ0CfSPD4iIBm6IMkz1q0GM8qmUpbiFbaOPrXSU8BcFP61ybd-863wTlyRHwhI_7vqFQMutNvbraDMdbE23vjqSKW3fKLd6CICv8QjOcHdJu2xU7T5jNJxIV0g6qQQnZXtk/s1600-h/DSC_0391-709114.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIMSa57gPaQ0CfSPD4iIBm6IMkz1q0GM8qmUpbiFbaOPrXSU8BcFP61ybd-863wTlyRHwhI_7vqFQMutNvbraDMdbE23vjqSKW3fKLd6CICv8QjOcHdJu2xU7T5jNJxIV0g6qQQnZXtk/s320/DSC_0391-709114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450314397650273122" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: 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style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-8735121471491763852010-03-19T07:20:00.002-05:002010-03-19T07:22:24.849-05:00outside my window.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>a couple of weeks ago, this was the view outside our window: a new piece of artwork tagged across the side of our neighbor's building ~ i rather like it:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNF5Kj3DYAFmNrKK1j42WrVJsyXrZDsh4_-TVt7OLJh0wyT1mcf4r5S_RPGKj82MJ8g0RgkBpR6PW2Sia-V7-7M21-M6u1k3PNXc9DhqNuLzYOXZjaZQCSfZ8e5GSMrU_jUQ2hgFqyqI/s400/DSC_0531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440758808084567602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-i7qiXNElSm1C9BXSG9EAKd-cdNu-zNHBoU0lKeszdlJNgXk8DAYepN8gDhpjVDwu-KwSBKdQWQsjp2OHWb6AqiXPqACqKTNNDk0NkoHtKAJ8Egl4b_oZQoyZQzK33GY0ZMic5OzDaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0528.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT-i7qiXNElSm1C9BXSG9EAKd-cdNu-zNHBoU0lKeszdlJNgXk8DAYepN8gDhpjVDwu-KwSBKdQWQsjp2OHWb6AqiXPqACqKTNNDk0NkoHtKAJ8Egl4b_oZQoyZQzK33GY0ZMic5OzDaQ/s400/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440759184187059074" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMKRK9lsI1XnHM6OOYnnJd5cMYE3qrrpCHDFWYWIubfS9R7402iVtPHLGBjjiKau2vcfiBhdADNMvIIcFj5zms0S9B0entGZcB3g8vbSfZ6uqj0vkxzVb1VXX62TB7JbBggxDzGi8joA/s1600-h/DSC_0525.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMKRK9lsI1XnHM6OOYnnJd5cMYE3qrrpCHDFWYWIubfS9R7402iVtPHLGBjjiKau2vcfiBhdADNMvIIcFj5zms0S9B0entGZcB3g8vbSfZ6uqj0vkxzVb1VXX62TB7JbBggxDzGi8joA/s400/DSC_0525.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440758817861104722" /></a><br /><div>by now, all this snow has been replaced with sunshine and an energized city, ready for spring. incredible how quickly the snow peels back in deference to the coming season. more and more people are coming out of their winter caves and filling the streets each day, making it that much more fun to call chicago home....plus, since andrew and i are <i>ever so slowly and cautiously</i> thinking about <i>someday</i> getting a dog, i've been randomly stopping and talking with dog-owners when i'm walking to the grocery store and other errands. spring-like weather + less snow means more dog-owners on the street with which to chat ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>...more pictures coming soon of our recent getaway to wisconsin to enjoy the last bit of winter's snow!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNF5Kj3DYAFmNrKK1j42WrVJsyXrZDsh4_-TVt7OLJh0wyT1mcf4r5S_RPGKj82MJ8g0RgkBpR6PW2Sia-V7-7M21-M6u1k3PNXc9DhqNuLzYOXZjaZQCSfZ8e5GSMrU_jUQ2hgFqyqI/s1600-h/DSC_0531.JPG"></a></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-48440163097741818402010-03-15T07:52:00.001-05:002010-04-20T11:59:24.200-05:00michelle kwan can, why can't i?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>people here typically speak of how fun summer can be in chicago. and while this is true, i believe the winter is equally enjoyable, just different. several weeks ago, some friends and i went ice-skating to enjoy chicago's winter:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJqbsV5yE7dSwLKt_DskKA9ETDvtqidFKG05TOMcLIvCDg9y6e2geBr7vcAIMIKcvvj5-77hKR-wyb_d0zfAAGd24HgvhdDxClYoY3EG-ddvTVBB0nPL3dOTJTPysSryxRw-CokXSfcY/s1600/DSCN3787.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJqbsV5yE7dSwLKt_DskKA9ETDvtqidFKG05TOMcLIvCDg9y6e2geBr7vcAIMIKcvvj5-77hKR-wyb_d0zfAAGd24HgvhdDxClYoY3EG-ddvTVBB0nPL3dOTJTPysSryxRw-CokXSfcY/s400/DSCN3787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462203517154061458" /></a><br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTnYyztUgDwWKfXe8JtnOTm8pe622fG9GXAD0RjdBX8rIxk3Xicl5M5C15DkNBKiyRoMDdEYSHTfcrnuNbcA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwepUfIS3FK1Y4_o06Ne89CC6xAkJfQQS4cfDTICSKwMx0frMlsV2T9dDkdieY6ynWu78Iy9xr-VDUUwye5LA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>:: just a short display of my michelle kwan moves and the joy that winter can bring.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-45242495326836518312010-03-10T07:00:00.000-06:002010-03-10T16:57:55.286-06:00working space.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>:: this morning, i awakened, early before the sun, to come and sit here, at my desk: </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQEGjxKSMh-zgD27wxvAQsU22g5dCOCUyjNvRPmAES2jJTwG9RxmSWM5SdkPhdx_kjQDP90E_JnyxiJ2HWA34tKJMTXymfWasG7WGUDvsxiHQkPPWhF3NJI9uL1n_1IWTLEjsio5TUOc/s1600-h/DSC_0575.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQEGjxKSMh-zgD27wxvAQsU22g5dCOCUyjNvRPmAES2jJTwG9RxmSWM5SdkPhdx_kjQDP90E_JnyxiJ2HWA34tKJMTXymfWasG7WGUDvsxiHQkPPWhF3NJI9uL1n_1IWTLEjsio5TUOc/s400/DSC_0575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440760950460595602" /></a><br /><div>:: a bit of space carved out on a wall between where we sleep and where we cook: <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMDNV0tKops0Q0LwZyW2w5q-wSzs-7PX5g4rPeg7ukNLJ4R1RZ-G6WuB2_Cz9NVnJTFuTx05N1_TY9D1b17dtY03x2TviE_XaNNpf1TUnbvxK-bsd8hz8Mkt6udhat5833v-4U9zRqlQM/s1600-h/DSC_0576.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMDNV0tKops0Q0LwZyW2w5q-wSzs-7PX5g4rPeg7ukNLJ4R1RZ-G6WuB2_Cz9NVnJTFuTx05N1_TY9D1b17dtY03x2TviE_XaNNpf1TUnbvxK-bsd8hz8Mkt6udhat5833v-4U9zRqlQM/s400/DSC_0576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440760937882947826" /></a><br /></div><div>:: i'm not much of a new year's resolution maker, but over a month ago, long past the season of making resolutions, i decided to dedicate myself to quiet, early mornings....by myself, in this space, where i can collect myself and gather together silent moments of not just work and study, but creativity and praise. it's too easy to get my brain wrapped up in all the piles of this:</div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVDZmGLILW-380ST2ONOwwJZovIBno7epylAuPPod28Y0V1qXflHQhigObl30GM9eUN2vOdnSAsvXDnceQi7ZudkwCkI5jBY-On_GXTkVa_TG1TQHMIxuDnIyC-RGqSMM34cEgZ8oVAlc/s400/DSC_0590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440760907295062258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mfge-lKx_AJIgSez-Q0Dj7n6eqc6lcGivIcjLDxJuLJ8btic0kiZ7GP-zpYzDAAFrth7v0nFPu7BBZpI8_JF-9cXMgpRSAHsESdLGjjREBsBQhApkxyLfFe9sPUUxU9dY3F1JewskKU/s1600-h/DSC_0591.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>:: located so <i>conveniently</i> behind me...beckoning me to immediately start working and forget the space and time needed for a life of praise and prayer.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mfge-lKx_AJIgSez-Q0Dj7n6eqc6lcGivIcjLDxJuLJ8btic0kiZ7GP-zpYzDAAFrth7v0nFPu7BBZpI8_JF-9cXMgpRSAHsESdLGjjREBsBQhApkxyLfFe9sPUUxU9dY3F1JewskKU/s1600-h/DSC_0591.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mfge-lKx_AJIgSez-Q0Dj7n6eqc6lcGivIcjLDxJuLJ8btic0kiZ7GP-zpYzDAAFrth7v0nFPu7BBZpI8_JF-9cXMgpRSAHsESdLGjjREBsBQhApkxyLfFe9sPUUxU9dY3F1JewskKU/s400/DSC_0591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440760917426799874" /></a><br />:: so here's to continuing these quiet mornings, full of grace, the quiet before the storm.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVDZmGLILW-380ST2ONOwwJZovIBno7epylAuPPod28Y0V1qXflHQhigObl30GM9eUN2vOdnSAsvXDnceQi7ZudkwCkI5jBY-On_GXTkVa_TG1TQHMIxuDnIyC-RGqSMM34cEgZ8oVAlc/s1600-h/DSC_0590.JPG"></a></div></div></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-86801531771791675302010-03-01T10:28:00.011-06:002010-03-01T11:14:21.465-06:00pallet furniture.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blog.designsquish.com/images/uploads/recycled-shipping-pallet-bed.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this morning, <i>between</i> writing clinical logs and care plans for patients - because *ahem* i would never procrastinate or do anything other than my studies on a monday morning - derrr.....uh-huh - i came across this lovely headboard via <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/la/inspiration/inspiration-rustic-headboard-living-etc-may-2008-047626#comments">apartment therapy</a>:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/la/040908vintage.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 511px;" src="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/la/040908vintage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>andrew and i never bought a headboard for our bed because, honestly, that seems like the <i>last</i> thing one needs when paying tuition and writing term papers while double-fisting peanut-butter-and-jellies. regardless, as we're looking toward moving this summer to another, slightly larger apartment (think 700 sq feet over our current 500), we're dreaming up some ways that we could cheaply build our own furniture, to easily fit whatever space we end up in. between andrew's woodworking capabilities and my white-washing and sewing skills, we should be able to come up with something that works.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blog.designsquish.com/images/uploads/recycled-shipping-pallet-bed.jpg"><img src="http://www.blog.designsquish.com/images/uploads/recycled-shipping-pallet-bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 262px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blog.designsquish.com/images/uploads/recycled-pallett-chair_thumb.jpg"><img src="http://www.blog.designsquish.com/images/uploads/recycled-pallett-chair_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 339px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blog.designsquish.com/images/uploads/recycled-pallett-chair-2_thumb.jpg"><img src="http://www.blog.designsquish.com/images/uploads/recycled-pallett-chair-2_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 365px; " /></a><br /><div>i also found these couches made from discarded wooden pallets via <a href="http://www.blog.designsquish.com/index.php?/site/recycled_shipping_pallet_furniture/#When:16:43:39Z">design squish</a>. i'm pretty sure that i can finagle a few of these for free from costco and sew some cushions using quilt batting and thick muslin - cheap AND can easily be broken down for moving - which is always a plus for andrew and me. definitely will stick this in my back pocket for a weekend project this summer...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-839897573995454152010-02-25T19:47:00.000-06:002010-02-25T21:30:29.025-06:00dormant.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>today, the alarmingly bright blue sky had me dreaming of this:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1502001/tumblr_kx12mnVeQr1qzu43go1_400_large.jpg?1266193973"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1502001/tumblr_kx12mnVeQr1qzu43go1_400_large.jpg?1266193973" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>but the wind chipping at my cheek and the ice still frosting branches reaching across the sidewalk to greet me this morning reminded me that spring is in my hopes, not in the air.......not yet:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1466423/tumblr_kxhn5lLYw71qb03lzo1_500_large.jpg?1265625166"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1466423/tumblr_kxhn5lLYw71qb03lzo1_500_large.jpg?1265625166" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>but what a gracious host winter can be, allowing space and time and emptiness and dormancy in its guests. a bearing down and hollowing out. for only an empty cup can be filled.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-74585006432526717032010-02-21T12:12:00.003-06:002010-02-21T16:57:44.046-06:00inside my window today.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There are so many things I could be doing, <i>should</i> be doing, right now...the careplan and paper I should be writing, the piles of junk on the floor I should be picking up, the laundry basket I should be emptying:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQcdUlyKTxZ3XVrE1PZEjFeIziVIlPYlGBlhZgQC92TS0QnxodPz6jhJ1732FWyH7U934dQ9yU9yYGLZvP3pzor3brNWT0cEvt-kpjEnXUMW56MoTdvnCdWftjpupYBRZzgmHCqgLCC8/s1600-h/DSC_0553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQcdUlyKTxZ3XVrE1PZEjFeIziVIlPYlGBlhZgQC92TS0QnxodPz6jhJ1732FWyH7U934dQ9yU9yYGLZvP3pzor3brNWT0cEvt-kpjEnXUMW56MoTdvnCdWftjpupYBRZzgmHCqgLCC8/s400/DSC_0553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440761369356312962" /></a><div><br /></div><div>:: but sometimes, it's just more important to be still and do <i>nothing</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i></i>:: and today, I think I can handle that... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-86663491433277528232010-02-17T08:37:00.005-06:002010-03-01T15:07:04.959-06:00art institute<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>we're not huge hallmark holiday-ers, but we can appreciate a good valentine's day celebration when need be. that said, this year i cooked up the idea of our going to easily one of my favorite places here in chicago, the art institute, to celebrate saint valentine and enjoy some incredible art. amazingly, i've been there 3 times, but andrew had never been. how this can be, i'm still not sure, but remedy the situation, we did.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3729615824_628577fb1f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3729615824_628577fb1f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>even though the camera died, we persevered, enjoying a lovely (free admission!) day.....and in true grad-school style, we packed our own pb&j's for lunch, snickering at the lines of people waiting to eat an artfully arranged arugula salad in the cafe. i mean, COME ON, what's more artful or inspired than pb&j?!?<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3728813643_90499cb31a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 340px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3728813643_90499cb31a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div>ultimately, it was a fully inspiring day. we forgot about school for the day, enjoyed being buddies, playing games in the galleries, picking out our favorite installations. in a sense, we fed our souls not only with some inspirational art, but with the joy of carelessly hanging out.</div><div><br /></div><div>{and of course, the big finale came with dinner....we tag-team cooked milanesa - by andrew's request...a blessing of a day, it was, indeed.}</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-84871242955567961222010-02-16T07:59:00.001-06:002010-02-17T08:33:13.994-06:00mimi<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This winter, we visited my family in Texas, and stopped by to chat with Mimi - one of the most stylish and intelligent women I know. In her nineties, she still drives, can tell you the rankings of every NFL and college football team in the country, quote Shakespearian sonnets, shop at the mall for Cole-Haan's just so she can return them the next week, and verify a fact by thumbing through her shelves of books faster than you can say, "google." With her artistic eye, she governs her home. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLQtUngwouGYQM3SwvDh3Hjtk3oCuaUpocN4rL9BkVqhjmnIsdpa9C97uh2JUqHO3DiWHdkSYSChO4Ja2CCXxaQO-3GwD65TVF00R6-2h7oKO1DfhDEeP1vNPN7Uodksx_uOLziBAmzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0501.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLQtUngwouGYQM3SwvDh3Hjtk3oCuaUpocN4rL9BkVqhjmnIsdpa9C97uh2JUqHO3DiWHdkSYSChO4Ja2CCXxaQO-3GwD65TVF00R6-2h7oKO1DfhDEeP1vNPN7Uodksx_uOLziBAmzQ/s400/DSC_0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439213278661779122" /></a>...Always serving fresh coffee in her mini-chocolate mugs...<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIixOEt8HV2yhnsZgn4KTKQh9L45F9mgRuSIS8DqefarIpV489dEl7X2O8iEpiOdRVlOa6pojEzayEoYbH9A0SKk6xoi7HrPUZ7hRMtvCyi3GOtGC4nowydJXIANRXCsvjyEtui02D0E/s1600-h/DSC_0504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIixOEt8HV2yhnsZgn4KTKQh9L45F9mgRuSIS8DqefarIpV489dEl7X2O8iEpiOdRVlOa6pojEzayEoYbH9A0SKk6xoi7HrPUZ7hRMtvCyi3GOtGC4nowydJXIANRXCsvjyEtui02D0E/s400/DSC_0504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439213274558566370" /></a>...She peruses her shelves and drawers, looking for things to edit....to clear out any "junk"....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxS4bcOmhnUbjZ_fqdqOWB9n7zRKsDO1gzAQyAM990PL8ctDnwetMuIulvGjTLz6JcqFLJQTffhpSlW5V9rWD63uySZ4d-QK5Zu4-gRKWRaUDRgbQucrGuc0-P2uovEmX_pTWTcdCnWns/s1600-h/DSC_0493.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxS4bcOmhnUbjZ_fqdqOWB9n7zRKsDO1gzAQyAM990PL8ctDnwetMuIulvGjTLz6JcqFLJQTffhpSlW5V9rWD63uySZ4d-QK5Zu4-gRKWRaUDRgbQucrGuc0-P2uovEmX_pTWTcdCnWns/s400/DSC_0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439213264362383634" /></a>....With a keen eye, she observes and is brutally honest at times, rarely afraid to speak up and out for what she deems important. I cherish this about her, and to some degree, aspire to be able to speak up with such confidence. Perhaps, with another 50 years under my belt, I may...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-79467929449065931742010-02-14T17:39:00.000-06:002010-02-16T15:53:51.168-06:00v-day tribute<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1309523/1053967813_58fd61e677_o_large.jpg?1263307637"></a><div><br /></div><div><div>Other than my husband, my faith, and my friends, there are few things I hold so dear as a solid cup of java. We've been through years together - since I was 15, I've been brewing you every single morning (with the exception of that one Lent when I foolishly gave you up). And so, a Valentine's Day tribute to the one who has kept me going for so many years, and to the one who Andrew and I can most likely attribute our vitality and sanity through these grad-school years.....the one and only, coffee:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090131142021.jpg"><img src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090131142021.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 414px; " /></a></div><div> :: to the many quiet mornings when you've accompanied me on the start of a very looong day</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1498590/tumblr_kxgu34BhN91qzwaddo1_500_large.jpg?1266137027"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 417px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1498590/tumblr_kxgu34BhN91qzwaddo1_500_large.jpg?1266137027" border="0" alt="" /></a> :: to the moments when you perked up my brain just enough to have something nice to say, rather than a grumpy-morning-grunt</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/737588/3382771943_d822e33742_large.jpg?1253297386"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 306px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/737588/3382771943_d822e33742_large.jpg?1253297386" border="0" alt="" /></a> :: to the numerous beloved stains I sport on every dang piece of clothing I own<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1309523/1053967813_58fd61e677_o_large.jpg?1263307637" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 510px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"> :: </span>our's is truly a love story for the generations...to coffee, thank you, and happy valentine's day....muah.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624496353081320841.post-12807284678116497292010-02-10T17:23:00.004-06:002010-02-10T17:35:57.409-06:00today's weather<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1480239/tumblr_kxn918CgEZ1qzsw4qo1_500_large.jpg?1265842453"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1480239/tumblr_kxn918CgEZ1qzsw4qo1_500_large.jpg?1265842453" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 348px; " /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; ">A foot of snow today here in Chicago, and I'm lovin' it....sloshing along the sidewalks on my way to class and various neighborhood coffee shops to study. Something about the white stuff is invigorating. Today, I'll take it...although....</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090131142535.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 321px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090131142535.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>I wouldn't mind being here either. However, I'm choosing to be right here, where I am, in this moment, enjoying the honking horns, blazing sirens, and activity buzzing outside my 4th story window right now. This is my home, where I am, where I've been planted, and I'll take it....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>ellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16982109150803811270noreply@blogger.com0