tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15919051998418162162023-11-16T05:55:29.774-05:00FabricatzionMy life: my God, my family, my friends, my career as a bridal gown designer, my style, my home, my creations, my fallenness. I create because I am made in the image of my creatorAmy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-37811131103602188422008-08-06T12:11:00.002-04:002008-08-06T12:26:43.983-04:00Opinions?<p align="center"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&id=2830138"><img title="Living Room - Blue" height="300" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFm5BeVJWZE5qM1JHclN6dlhsLWp6V3cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="300" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&id=2829539"><img title="Living Room w/ Ivory chair" height="300" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjF1RTA4OUpqM1JHandqYlhsLWp6V3cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="300" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&id=2830120"><img title="Living Room - Sand" height="300" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnBEaTJPTk5qM1JHbVhWV2JuNmFzTncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="300" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Our living room has been feeling squished, so we decided to move out our love seat and replace it with a chair. We have decided on an Ikea Poang chair, but I can't decide what color. Above are some options combined with the rest of our furniture: 1) dark blue 2) ivory and cover the head pillow with a fabric that coordinates w/ the rest of the room 3) a print. </p><p align="left">I'm leaning toward one of them, but I want opinions before I make a final decision. So, what would you do? 1, 2, or 3? </p><p align="left"></p>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-81162247795805063502008-08-05T17:45:00.005-04:002008-08-05T23:46:36.366-04:00Cleaning House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fh3ad6VAYOG10Ei7shRbl2uWGa5-Sd54-nONBIjQ2j9C0huR5lWJ1ADxBVA7Rwx-BQGzbpE-1NJEKAKZ4iCnrJAlH2sx24TOcm9DzBRbQnE1cFfoPr0pDqhbXDYqgwdwJj7ortqY989O/s1600-h/IMG_3874.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231245162662564546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fh3ad6VAYOG10Ei7shRbl2uWGa5-Sd54-nONBIjQ2j9C0huR5lWJ1ADxBVA7Rwx-BQGzbpE-1NJEKAKZ4iCnrJAlH2sx24TOcm9DzBRbQnE1cFfoPr0pDqhbXDYqgwdwJj7ortqY989O/s200/IMG_3874.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH60eALnlFsSZbMUvKNMowstuIdQAG-Cg-Sr7ltnkH4_oU_bdX9fkrOhTwypKSAi-l4OJMrdSUBEm6VlZTCjG_A7s9uNxrdxokGT1S1cb4exIui9rQVkh_y63IyaPihtoBECWgbjhilY2v/s1600-h/IMG_3870.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231159737924148706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH60eALnlFsSZbMUvKNMowstuIdQAG-Cg-Sr7ltnkH4_oU_bdX9fkrOhTwypKSAi-l4OJMrdSUBEm6VlZTCjG_A7s9uNxrdxokGT1S1cb4exIui9rQVkh_y63IyaPihtoBECWgbjhilY2v/s200/IMG_3870.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div></div><div>Over the past month, the house has been getting on my nerves. So, I decided that it was time for another deep spring cleaning. My house is not very big (and neither are my closets). So, I have to constantly go through the things that I own and clear out the junk.</div><div></div><br /><div>I am always amazed at how much I can get rid of when I purge. Where does all of this stuff come from? I know that some of it is stuff that I've been holding on to for a long time... like that coat that I made 10 years ago, or those pajama pants that I made 13 years ago (that have holes in them), or those jeans that my mom bought me when I was a junior in high school (11 years ago). </div><div></div><br /><div>And there are still wedding presents that are slowly moving out. We've been married for 5 years, and I still feel guilty about getting rid of a gift that we don't use and did not register for. </div><div></div><br /><div>All in all, I have 7 trash bags full of stuff for Goodwill, and an even larger number in trash. It feels good to get rid of things and to simplify life. Except for the things that make me sad. Like throwing out my broken sewing machine. I made my wedding dress on that machine. It angered me on many occasions, but there is a sentimental <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">attachment</span>. Oh, well. When I have a bigger house, I can afford to be more sentimental. </div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-45345976445336703622008-08-03T21:41:00.000-04:002008-08-03T21:41:00.824-04:00Quick Change<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJp63ye4JrJgj2pbaYmGUK0i0nwkWI_bdmKjEXjYWMLSi1rQ7ALxE5VTftZDRxBDHYTe-6tIu47TEPR-QCfJZHFQ9vU_f66U9dFfdg3WdOXt98FAAlzIOPAyGHUci8bBbCWpJx_wCTkyk1/s1600-h/IMG_3771.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221195470269939890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJp63ye4JrJgj2pbaYmGUK0i0nwkWI_bdmKjEXjYWMLSi1rQ7ALxE5VTftZDRxBDHYTe-6tIu47TEPR-QCfJZHFQ9vU_f66U9dFfdg3WdOXt98FAAlzIOPAyGHUci8bBbCWpJx_wCTkyk1/s320/IMG_3771.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6588JFEIjDeFMKuhb4za0DI2kHYQJogNo6zB-MV05PmY6ig15UYrd9Sycu77KiVv1IvMUDk2NnwUHa04mvD9Y3ehrtS1gpUi8MhGjQqIgtRRrHAnRRaWgTqPgsotRLAcpHN-t4trMo2a/s1600-h/IMG_3778.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221195472951619426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6588JFEIjDeFMKuhb4za0DI2kHYQJogNo6zB-MV05PmY6ig15UYrd9Sycu77KiVv1IvMUDk2NnwUHa04mvD9Y3ehrtS1gpUi8MhGjQqIgtRRrHAnRRaWgTqPgsotRLAcpHN-t4trMo2a/s320/IMG_3778.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><br /><div>No need to throw away a perfectly good pair of pants just because you don't like the cut. I loved the color of these, but wasn't crazy about the cropped, bootleg cut anymore. So now they're shorts.</div></div></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-44932701821171792352008-08-01T14:10:00.000-04:002008-08-01T14:10:00.979-04:00Goodbye Old Friend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDDYmRe_FFcMtSUsK0aQqcwrNnjqRiGLmH0crIuu_PjheL6rCeKUfF86Ng03-X8Zns5vjgqyWn9qn5Rrp8M4a7ETDqpKNsYWS_llKCkuM_WmhyphenhyphenKswhFNCR_16G6aniZ1U2VyS3FuRuu_K/s1600-h/IMG_3850.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsA54Y_-bR8kS_N_MBtikXGF3FwDxYPeEAYgNFPnMN47gDZGSxDmcV-zRALNJpXbHHdf7q980oR9CExiTZtU00etp4fVx1iA-_AiJXlT892ZtSZap7eKCUYpWxE8PbUJnXINtHcxRag0U5/s1600-h/IMG_3858.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229385506406059234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsA54Y_-bR8kS_N_MBtikXGF3FwDxYPeEAYgNFPnMN47gDZGSxDmcV-zRALNJpXbHHdf7q980oR9CExiTZtU00etp4fVx1iA-_AiJXlT892ZtSZap7eKCUYpWxE8PbUJnXINtHcxRag0U5/s400/IMG_3858.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Out with the old, in with the new. I've got my new car, but that means that it's time to say goodbye to my old one. I've been driving my little Hyundai Elantra for nine years. It's taken me to co-op in Chattanooga, to school at Georgia Tech, to home in Columbus, and all over the city of Atlanta. </div><div> <br /></div><div>It wasn't fancy, but it took me everywhere I needed to go; to work, to the theater, to church, to dates, to friend's. My brother hit a deer with it. I was rear-ended in it. And I hit a concrete pillar in a parking deck (and then touched up the paint myself). But it kept chugging.</div><div> <br /></div><div>I'm going to miss my little car. I always tried to talk nicely to it, in hopes that it would last longer for me. And it had a good life span. I know that I got my money's worth out of it. I'm sad to see it go (well, it's still sitting in front of our house at the moment), but I'm glad to move on to my CRV. </div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-69355518427493924832008-07-30T17:41:00.005-04:002008-07-30T18:22:44.787-04:00Wedding Detail - Bridesmaids dresses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61TOXZJYxqWnQRzpZ64zAD_tjKZLkkUIcOrKnAJGpLnhRoGAopme8BctLVsnpNxTNocRVQTe1HTNeifv3oftdLf1QZGTNs3ZhPl0lyHjPpM8bjRIE0ROEAinol6eXZ5M-qG715JZc58Y0/s1600-h/IMG_3828.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228933218762698674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61TOXZJYxqWnQRzpZ64zAD_tjKZLkkUIcOrKnAJGpLnhRoGAopme8BctLVsnpNxTNocRVQTe1HTNeifv3oftdLf1QZGTNs3ZhPl0lyHjPpM8bjRIE0ROEAinol6eXZ5M-qG715JZc58Y0/s400/IMG_3828.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>As a general rule, bridesmaid's dresses are awful. We found such a great solutions for Meg's wedding. </div><div></div><br /><div>We talked about me making them, but with her large wedding party, I would have had to charge them, and I really didn't want to do that. So, we looked around at different wedding boutiques, but in the end, we found the perfect dress at Macy's (of all places).<br /></div><br /><div>It's a cute, knit,blue, knee-length dress with beaded straps. There were a lot of them, so we bought them all, let all of her girls try them on, and returned the ones that we didn't use. It's so much nicer dealing with a local store instead of trying to order something. </div><div></div><br /><div>The price was one of the best parts. They were originally $160, but we snagged them for $50, due to a sale and a coupon. There is no way I could have made them for that price. And they were so cute. I think that everyone was happy with this solution.</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228935384770200930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqZFLJRD8TLgYcYMENOu8BginwQK7RV-8GXWxF5kF9otHkTrbG0FB9zUs8qb-G2Eilvzg379RkRPpLFNDEB8omUZkMPXy-GtjXdS-NjvPZWqqnipmgTgvg5oBqmqk1i5A84ksrrjpxmTu/s400/Wedding_332.jpg" border="0" /></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-75065787838176716422008-07-27T13:53:00.004-04:002008-07-29T13:18:45.720-04:00Dishwasher - Fixed<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zgswoA303f7-tn70Igxga3Wt9nj-VO4vF9K-H84aYQ0Jj7FU5Kzrg2s7mVmz-6rXtfKRyzKEeSXScnEtpchiXUGpTgn_7RWgEfOIJglGvPVvbT0d84gxC1dU3_yeaUg9EL5ACi8Cazcr/s1600-h/IMG_3835.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227757156000726530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zgswoA303f7-tn70Igxga3Wt9nj-VO4vF9K-H84aYQ0Jj7FU5Kzrg2s7mVmz-6rXtfKRyzKEeSXScnEtpchiXUGpTgn_7RWgEfOIJglGvPVvbT0d84gxC1dU3_yeaUg9EL5ACi8Cazcr/s400/IMG_3835.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> My working dishwasher....exciting, huh?</em></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">So, remember how I said that the week after Meg's wedding wasn't the best week? It started with my car breaking and grew when my dishwasher broke and air-conditioner started acting funny. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I really do love being a home owner. Really. Until weeks like this where money is flying out the window and everything seems to be broken and in need of attention. Some things (like the yard) never seem to stay kept up like I would like.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">Anyway, when the dishwasher broke, I really hated the idea of calling a repairman. I mean dishwashers aren't that expensive, and it would cost $ just to get someone out here. So I decided to take a shot at it.<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I knew what was wrong: no power seemed to be going to the dishwasher. The lights wouldn't light and it wouldn't operate at all. So, I checked the breaker, checked to make sure power was actually going to the dishwasher (it was), and then started searching on-line. I just typed in my problem, did some research on my model, and found a couple of things that it could be. I opened the control panel, tested those parts and decided I had a blown thermal fuse (please don't ask me to explain more than that...I can't). I went to a parts supply place, got a new one for $18, rewired it, and viola, it works!<br /><br /></div><div align="left">I'm always amazed at what you can do when your willing to put in the time and are brave enough to try. I was really quite proud of myself. So, now I have a working dishwasher and my days are going much better. </div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-77490745733874147232008-07-25T23:33:00.007-04:002008-07-29T14:59:26.283-04:00New Car!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDOom5OtmEcOi-qNsT12EtsAQJnVD84Kk4sTkKdenkrub9CRVA904j6rNi92ArVKH4OxR7HFKSeExZM37j4GQv5OMRkjJoWCYrCsMt3b6Ajn7NtRVh-pLKu83BWy-aINMJFAqrKWWjNaH/s1600-h/IMG_3854.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227750675285668386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDOom5OtmEcOi-qNsT12EtsAQJnVD84Kk4sTkKdenkrub9CRVA904j6rNi92ArVKH4OxR7HFKSeExZM37j4GQv5OMRkjJoWCYrCsMt3b6Ajn7NtRVh-pLKu83BWy-aINMJFAqrKWWjNaH/s400/IMG_3854.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>My NEW Honda CRV in Glacier Blue</em> </div><br />So, the week after Meg's wedding wasn't be best week. First, during the wedding, my car decided to start overheating. I figured it'd be an easy problem to fix, but after more coolant, a new thermostat, a new fan (i.e. $300 later) we were informed that we had a blown head gasket and a cracked head. I think that's what he said. Anyway, it cost around $1000 to fix. <br /><br />We took the car to another mechanic and got a second opinion...and yep, same thing. $1000 and other possible engine problems that can't be determined until we get it fixed.<br /><br />My car's barely worth that much money as it is, so we decided it was time to bite the bullet and get a car.<br /><br />Jay was really busy last week, so I did most of the car shopping on my own. I knew basically what I wanted (a small SUV type car). I thought I wanted a Subaru Forester, but after looking around I decided on a Honda CRV.<br /><br />I was going to get a late model used car, but I really couldn't find any, and the only ones that I could find practically cost as much as a new one. So, in the end I wound up with a new car. This is the first car that I've ever bought. I don't think that I enjoyed the process as much as I could have, considering I was shopping for a car I hadn't planned on purchasing. But, I'm really enjoying driving it around.<br /><br />I actually bought the car in Easley, SC. We were visiting Jay's family in Greenville last weekend, and I spent Saturday shopping for a car. It seems that the farther from the city you go, the nicer people are and the better deal you get. I went from Atlanta to Greenville to Easley. My sister-in-law (Betsy) and niece (Morgan) helped me shop. I was so glad that they were there. I really needed a second opinion, since Jay was busy helping his family work on house stuff. And Morgan kept me from getting stressed by being cute.<br /><br />I feel so excited and privileged to be driving around a NEW CAR!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227749876673581490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50YO2KUnbTE0rDc3fqOAIBf9RAyiLDjBkjGhBmlttF0Ni0uLK05wWjDVEOiRmpzGJuWt4f_PLZRcSlEz08EpqiKysqg3RtavjG_D8_DPuYsY0FT8cfMIuEfyPV_wTPmiqqSXwX2NoqYdX/s400/IMG_3848.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <em>I am, indeed excited about my car. However, my dreams of being a showcase model are dashed.</em></p>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-13804270553593744052008-07-16T10:02:00.006-04:002008-07-16T14:18:21.950-04:00SaturdaySaturday was such a beautiful day. Everything fell into place nicely. Here is my quick summation of the events. I have a limited number of pictures right now, so I'll post more pictures of the dress and such later.<br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovXe5g1MZqZl40YuiF7ph4kjguraEBivVLKA_PzMk26AREwXTGs2y5FurBDPJkQj71QRXT9pE7M-4god4T93YLQlYL4hHIki6FjkIpAgQMHna7W1IkY0X2LDl6pGRE0JTyn4VpjAnKAcb/s1600-h/n4908917_43270602_7877.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223614424002720658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiovXe5g1MZqZl40YuiF7ph4kjguraEBivVLKA_PzMk26AREwXTGs2y5FurBDPJkQj71QRXT9pE7M-4god4T93YLQlYL4hHIki6FjkIpAgQMHna7W1IkY0X2LDl6pGRE0JTyn4VpjAnKAcb/s400/n4908917_43270602_7877.jpg" border="0" /></em></a><em> We went to the hair salon bright and early to get Meg's hair and make-up done. Isn't she lovely.<br /></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizoHLeGSduZDIxUu1hbMW-PJNy79iVVXbjSiMvJm4QaBeIAh57idVQI3Qce3kCCuRZZtRwkrAC2vUEL2QwzFgSpzd4eFKt0_q-nQJxWwHn3lk9My04mYfP1vL17b95ZCH6UZMMhbmJTevZ/s1600-h/n4908917_43270607_9277.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223614423125718258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizoHLeGSduZDIxUu1hbMW-PJNy79iVVXbjSiMvJm4QaBeIAh57idVQI3Qce3kCCuRZZtRwkrAC2vUEL2QwzFgSpzd4eFKt0_q-nQJxWwHn3lk9My04mYfP1vL17b95ZCH6UZMMhbmJTevZ/s400/n4908917_43270607_9277.jpg" border="0" /></em></a><em> Then I ran back home to pick up the dress and the rest of my stuff. This is a picture of me shaving the dress. The satin was very delicate and picked very easily. So, I just used a razor to shave off any picks.<br /></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflTLvmbnqq7QMCLtdNTj4W2tKKYDpA4Jw-DHbROgR7vnjJQGu7sgs9fM_ZWNl6Oh08UyHNrlRqrW4ginseVlT75FPIKXu1vMQTQcdcRByDcyym9lLMFuHABspMdathV7oNuqSTjuquDAY/s1600-h/n4908917_43270785_1214.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223614429725583826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflTLvmbnqq7QMCLtdNTj4W2tKKYDpA4Jw-DHbROgR7vnjJQGu7sgs9fM_ZWNl6Oh08UyHNrlRqrW4ginseVlT75FPIKXu1vMQTQcdcRByDcyym9lLMFuHABspMdathV7oNuqSTjuquDAY/s400/n4908917_43270785_1214.jpg" border="0" /></em></a><em> This is Meg in the dress and me trying to steam it with out burning her. This picture makes me laugh. I think it sums up the morning nicely.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223615468552357650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPC0fH-vnDoilLJtiVL1dZUbCN-bbFMiTz1XfDHjHFd95IbfICtnL8MVSXMgcI7SimJMTLUBIeBTwYzYTyhxz4W1ohx5L9J5r11oV4y1kbJb3NJKH5216CEUHSTIUTGbstlzwCRpqAbuj/s400/n12809073_34132063_2042.jpg" border="0" /></em></div><div align="center"><em>Meg and Kyle got married! The preacher did a excellent job.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223615473419788354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMPdZgHPFSXuHzLQfF96r4F9CH82z59yxfmNjnDl5iEKFq-5S5mNyW47YeBDsj6r1t0EXhgj-r2TdCarryaFc5wwqMXsCYMPgDHKsS2ijCw5jeK7DKgB8S6kuJ64Y0U0BrUmg_wSLdhsH/s400/IMG_3815.JPG" border="0" /></em></div><div align="center"><em>Me and the bride at the reception at Maggiano's (yummy)</em></div><div align="center"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223616766493871330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSI-_EZ3JKJdXq2MyiHEl7lY8DkjGZxyTLukyJnhhmHR0KgvEM9wQzh6phxq2gyIu1n4jOWypVimJ2vCgcIA3M-b_QyyDDbyKGI9CHvHpmiMNY91DCwo51_A1RLAZIZ-im-t9qysy6mTa/s400/n12809073_34132076_2334.jpg" border="0" />Meg and Kyle on their way out. Time for a honeymoon!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223616764885069090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyq81OIDPt6WzOlZJDJKfnBntOWtg7CqZ8VQ4NXn8HDwWo72RxEktBpp3L7zzELDrzAqhIZyqikxB-8-Z8L09LIO0WSaYnhnYeSmhFSy9ik3HurNeoajpQdql6t7La7x8LlwYjiQg0n_z9/s400/n12809073_34132080_6238.jpg" border="0" />Mom saying good-bye to Meg. Now they can drive off into the sunset in the Ramblin' Wreck.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Thanks to all whose pictures I have stolen (probably Leah, Ashley, Maria, etc)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-27920812949979232392008-07-14T18:16:00.006-04:002008-07-16T10:35:59.603-04:00Friday's Festivities<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222999389526305698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbo-S088PLZGCnQ75YNivieJji5J_rAVC7OXiHtdWaO_g8HZBzEUDzTpXvVD9p32k02JN4xesK5C92-HnJQdliBzX0kdcpk-bQ2c4TSzmB5ygd8RcsFGBRiEEBbiIFpjJvHlUah4aMnbL/s400/n4908917_43270588_4337.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">We started with lunch at Fellini's (l to r Mom, Stephanie, Meg, Me, Kristin, Laura Ann, Leah)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222999403265414610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPUVNZx1_-Oz6WyTDhAHPBvtvQpXo_nRVHYbVLEGxdEaiNMEC1kLNTzHRf5xe-nDW0zVDZ4t4Ff3qo3lfiaEhP9zUAQwUWJnXGLNP04iit0oh-Ib5sobFcJVaHFf9GKx7bKy636MPRlqt/s400/IMG_3788.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Then we went to <a href="http://www.sugarcoatbeauty.com/">Sugarcoated</a> to get our nails done. What a cute nail salon!</div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223620136592092514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqVkfkANyZu7hdqNKFnVaLYEGW_fEPCsCXosDhYioR1-9ubsmRuIJ0CQozpziViz2W-YpH1IH-IUfm_NtkHR_S3FOnr15CmTPm7xqGzwB9zR0onypghTqRRnG-6HzZbUbLoNGW9tBns_R/s400/n4908917_43270591_5095.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Meg at the rehearsal at the church</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtlXjGJtOj3x57jSvES20f3W7fEY2DL_15tNncXHuxI9_nr-3_c_YCzIAw0nPG-jrjffAXVEphwZL5mpMLLtmiI70TxhOy9bG4aYlI4IDy1Dfd-oF-Wh1nV_P4x9LzT4ufPfFPkj9b_AS/s1600-h/IMG_3801.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223000507133331634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtlXjGJtOj3x57jSvES20f3W7fEY2DL_15tNncXHuxI9_nr-3_c_YCzIAw0nPG-jrjffAXVEphwZL5mpMLLtmiI70TxhOy9bG4aYlI4IDy1Dfd-oF-Wh1nV_P4x9LzT4ufPfFPkj9b_AS/s400/IMG_3801.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then off to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fogo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Chao</span> for dinner! (Meg and Kyle at the rehearsal dinner)</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222999962724818002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkg8MDqYS-5KUg591exPvdmxhs_XjrtHUwy0B7ugt-vFEzaXtuyiQJhYJBUDbR8eXn6s-p5WRKlOyTyNpoyVIedkQgspC33m7MRZmbgupBpnPqfM8VrTNmfG-MVn3gU5aD8ONJ2UJIotO/s400/IMG_3797.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center">Mom and Dad at dinner (It's one of the few places that Dad will actually eat at!)</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222999960650195330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I-HTBAcbBee9VHFWs0TjHNLQK_uXVpGSeTfWKoRHHMK-chS6GplorVd67wT8jScscETJI41IOWe07KREejGPyDuf59GghUebldBeYiV496s81FtAI0dvi7wLn6it1DDjaYW4rY9H9sKz/s400/IMG_3795.JPG" border="0" />Jeremy and Katie (They're next to get married. Not long until October.) </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhh2fEkYt2vhu0qOER0cBM6Y9DhhpzNNqCH6DqbVvl2RKVE5OTJPa2iuduiBSi_1ykJ9CfWL9IGl-UkAge-Wlmvbbo-p78GtKZ4eNvdugRLWoVJN-_4nn6KxsqHCBkYSIhbnKMb3J5hDRL/s1600-h/IMG_3803.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223000518030444802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhh2fEkYt2vhu0qOER0cBM6Y9DhhpzNNqCH6DqbVvl2RKVE5OTJPa2iuduiBSi_1ykJ9CfWL9IGl-UkAge-Wlmvbbo-p78GtKZ4eNvdugRLWoVJN-_4nn6KxsqHCBkYSIhbnKMb3J5hDRL/s400/IMG_3803.JPG" border="0" /></a> I don't know what's wrong with Jay. He has issues. </div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-8568560437555702222008-07-13T10:18:00.004-04:002008-07-13T10:26:17.172-04:00A Wonderful Wedding!<div>The wedding is over! Everything was perfect and the day was beautiful....hot, but beautiful. I'm sure that I'll have lots of fun pictures to post and details to relay soon.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222504045097345314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlpmUQm892-GvTAOormJPPiex2mjaAq6l-3oREp905wkHxFi-XUHMQBxRTpTyvrBdV9ji4MdRKxcOLB2q7JvD-OyJLrJHxCVjporJ-AIc-95-VaPhyphenhyphenOnNii5_HZ3toZGwdD3zSrG4Tc00/s400/IMG_3832.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>This is my view from the couch. I think I will be spending the rest of my day here. I'm pooped. </div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-29434178771372185462008-07-11T23:44:00.002-04:002008-07-11T23:52:50.624-04:00A Wedding Tomorrow!There is a wedding tomorrow! My Meggie is going to get married. We just returned home from a wonderful rehearsal dinner and I am primed and ready for tomorrow's events. It's going to be a beautiful day. <p></p><p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lsLKY3FKws&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lsLKY3FKws&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p>This is a video that Jay helped me make for my parent's 25th wedding anniversary. Meg is easy to spot because she is the only one with blond hair. </p>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-17362027387353786282008-07-10T09:58:00.007-04:002008-07-10T21:58:12.002-04:00New Tool<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0K62ZIc_uByjMk6RzC-y8j-Uqx66Ax3MCg3e4GLKYakKochyphenhyphennpuNe26roKwqigJDajFiofcx8eTYAv4PxYu8kloHXyHonAG643ISZcvmk4XbgQbRd9nDOB3GSsNxJrDbZr8PdJPnXsC4q/s1600-h/all+colors.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221388051408226946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0K62ZIc_uByjMk6RzC-y8j-Uqx66Ax3MCg3e4GLKYakKochyphenhyphennpuNe26roKwqigJDajFiofcx8eTYAv4PxYu8kloHXyHonAG643ISZcvmk4XbgQbRd9nDOB3GSsNxJrDbZr8PdJPnXsC4q/s400/all+colors.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Today on <a href="http://lifehacker.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lifehacker</span>.com</a> I learned about a new website, <a href="http://labs.ideeinc.com/multicolr"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">idee</span> Multicolor Search Lab</a>. You can pick colors and then watch as it searches <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Flickr</span> to find pictures that match your color <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">specifications</span>. </div><div></div><br /><div>I have yet to figure out how to apply this new-found ability, but it's totally cool. Right?</div></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-20858022022343223512008-07-07T12:11:00.004-04:002008-07-07T12:24:00.234-04:00That's Right, I'm Posting a Funny Baby Video<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMqIA6khBJk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMqIA6khBJk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p>But it's our niece, so I feel I have an excuse. </p><p>I don't think that Morgan is a big fan of her new toy.</p>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-36704615423230521592008-07-04T16:48:00.006-04:002008-07-04T17:15:39.219-04:00Peachtree Road Race - Year 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQCdLkpPJiFpFFZ27DCUasp-dnhjD8GexSIegGc7xVxvrrzBwyGdhAbrI_-C-WtLW56roC3vlYkmlSDm6_MbJv0FrXa2Fm3ROEzuqt18q-BDBikYl4laWWSwsScj5QitwkYo8nbnyI7p7/s1600-h/IMG_3757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219267346023027138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQCdLkpPJiFpFFZ27DCUasp-dnhjD8GexSIegGc7xVxvrrzBwyGdhAbrI_-C-WtLW56roC3vlYkmlSDm6_MbJv0FrXa2Fm3ROEzuqt18q-BDBikYl4laWWSwsScj5QitwkYo8nbnyI7p7/s320/IMG_3757.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxuHtJTMOYrguijCbMw-zc-jrtuaJeQAEmT6-rIaq1biy1scNhGDqrtjsTVwXWigrsUh26-3j4PdMmHqaQV2tbC1P70rqTVTy6XGNJNls0Hi_q0lgdjEQTKMVnfa4VGCeTXvL6w90EFlC/s1600-h/IMG_3755.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219267354748643410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxuHtJTMOYrguijCbMw-zc-jrtuaJeQAEmT6-rIaq1biy1scNhGDqrtjsTVwXWigrsUh26-3j4PdMmHqaQV2tbC1P70rqTVTy6XGNJNls0Hi_q0lgdjEQTKMVnfa4VGCeTXvL6w90EFlC/s320/IMG_3755.JPG" border="0" /></a> Today I ran the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Peachtree</span> Road Race! I've been running the past 4 or 5 months to get ready. I met all of my goals (which consisted of running the whole way without feeling like I was dying) and had a really good time. Maybe next year people won't bail on me and I won't have to run by myself. :)<br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's my synopsis:</div><br /><div></div><div><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pre</span>-race</strong> - Oh my gosh this takes forever. Next year I'm not getting there until after 8:00. We didn't start till after 9:00</div><div><strong>Mile 1</strong> - Y<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ay</span> finally we started...wait now we're stopping...now we're going again. Too many people and everyone is passing me</div><div><strong>Mile 2</strong> - Going strong. people are still passing me. Keep running right past the doughnuts being handed out by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Publix</span></div><div><strong>Mile 3</strong> - Cardiac Hill...this is a piece of cake. What is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">everyone</span> complaining about? The hill in my backyard is bigger</div><div><strong>Mile 4</strong> - Okay, now everyone around me is walking. And people keep stopping in front of me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Grrr</span>. But a man in a banana costume game me five.</div><div><strong>Mile 5</strong> - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Feelin</span>' good. People keep getting in my way. I think this is my fastest mile. Finally the finish line!</div><div><strong>Post-race</strong> - Found Jay, who asks me if I want a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Krispy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Kreme</span>. He knows me so well. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219268274201486658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2_d10KlWAs-dFPTeMvfne3h0js4wpIy-8hHGJLatM1epHLdw9WW-6maRWEhCzp4Qul7K1G37kfkHSEGyP5J_a6aWQnM_533VvRtMghYfFOCTdFJImgLVVNIH7CLxBHDKobx2aluT3rfp/s320/IMG_3766.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219268268622698450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhige6LRoP64ZBOY4iRP7rDLJm3_bciKtg8zJTGQXJWCypubM3wQpV863GE5AEpZ3QHbY_MCTLVQ3io1Emg0OrByLJ-fQrnXhBy9uhnXXfdKg_jIa3sGeKPYvtTnJLWCcqfqv7L2BJzW6f5/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" /></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-16007195143591225202008-07-03T19:09:00.005-04:002008-07-03T19:32:52.033-04:00Candy Cookies for the 4th<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218933323220697314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHw7jx_D3yMXshNMx2WCGDLL-petbBoN0np_30yS7rOGRuY8zFsMAZqRDkUg81mc5hw1SSlbXzKl5ayGbcStHa3wdIK7kXISA7mEFk9Zt0uISXTL2J9mzyioMhfvJf5C0QjeYpXDkKyS_/s320/IMG_3744.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_giA1HBO1Iyzl9PvRk_610REPw3kO9eWqZ0Bux3SLzHnoUHqbDNrGCiFQd_XXVwUEUk76qlKYRcNyEo-qDsllLCoAvYmiaTPGs-o3gTIwy-5TJ_NGd4dhcmsUd-G3sifZ6KFLbZqY7wr/s1600-h/IMG_3746.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218933468649672754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_giA1HBO1Iyzl9PvRk_610REPw3kO9eWqZ0Bux3SLzHnoUHqbDNrGCiFQd_XXVwUEUk76qlKYRcNyEo-qDsllLCoAvYmiaTPGs-o3gTIwy-5TJ_NGd4dhcmsUd-G3sifZ6KFLbZqY7wr/s320/IMG_3746.JPG" border="0" /></a> These are Jay's favorite. We had an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">argument</span> early on in our dating life as to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">whether</span> they were candy or cookies (I said candy since they were mostly chocolate and Jay said cookies). Now we just call them "those cookie candy things". I'm sure that they have a real name, though. <div><div></div><br /><div>2 (5oz.) cans of crunchy chow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mien</span> noodles</div><div>1 (12oz.) can of peanuts</div><div>1 (11oz.) bag of chocolate chips</div><div>1 (11oz.) bag of butterscotch chips</div><div></div><br /><div>Melt chocolate chips and butterscotch chips in microwave, stir and pour over noodles and peanuts. Spoon onto wax paper and allow to cool. </div><div></div><br /><div>That's it. Have a great 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> of July!</div></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-14089724467904862812008-07-01T22:07:00.001-04:002008-07-01T22:10:51.576-04:00Meg's Bridesmaid's Luncheon<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left">On Saturday, I attended a Bridesmaid's luncheon that my Aunt Pat hosted in honor of Meg and all of her attendants. It was at the Swan Coach House in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Buckhead</span>. It was so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">girly</span>, fun, and relaxing.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyp7XfBvsvWcfB9cV36hGCjOdS7hD1hZ4eagBVUsMK8rqTQnW6HP8xo2AGuNBuoRljoPeMc_sfVNPojNSodjY0xISGAORdjYmmSkWUwaBKRIVNPb-40bVUrFfKNmEBgUjLQnIpks7twaqQ/s1600-h/IMG_3671.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyp7XfBvsvWcfB9cV36hGCjOdS7hD1hZ4eagBVUsMK8rqTQnW6HP8xo2AGuNBuoRljoPeMc_sfVNPojNSodjY0xISGAORdjYmmSkWUwaBKRIVNPb-40bVUrFfKNmEBgUjLQnIpks7twaqQ/s320/IMG_3671.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Grandmama</span>, Meg, and Aunt Pat</em><br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsHwTCpx21sgyI7LFPPftPPCDWvyh6QGjF4LPOkM_nsVK_jVYK2WccPnzQ73qCDpxdq0GPjLZtFgnX5ioU37tDwmzCRfXnTqd1Jr_ok-FBjv6ZO4NfI9m946nBraBtVwTuQz3SAB4o01j/s1600-h/IMG_3677.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsHwTCpx21sgyI7LFPPftPPCDWvyh6QGjF4LPOkM_nsVK_jVYK2WccPnzQ73qCDpxdq0GPjLZtFgnX5ioU37tDwmzCRfXnTqd1Jr_ok-FBjv6ZO4NfI9m946nBraBtVwTuQz3SAB4o01j/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><em>Most of the attendants (l to r Kristin, Tricia, Leah, Meg, Me, Corrie, Katy, and Sallie)</em></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqsXmO3t1B-t8kE0MfJiDDoPc047p1NlgiTHnZPsrmqAW2cLp9SuzaR6XmERjzr5fvmKahm2klw-OIsBJrR6Spj2wX3XPjPPBsPxkJcO8yuIlXtjRFNJqs5ahiCyEEjWcAUxVEkNXhE7Z/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqsXmO3t1B-t8kE0MfJiDDoPc047p1NlgiTHnZPsrmqAW2cLp9SuzaR6XmERjzr5fvmKahm2klw-OIsBJrR6Spj2wX3XPjPPBsPxkJcO8yuIlXtjRFNJqs5ahiCyEEjWcAUxVEkNXhE7Z/s320/IMG_3695.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><em>Pretty Meggie at the luncheon</em></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmUL3h_nzXGyLmtU1qjV5B_Mf8KKkW9JLf-x753MyAdC21sxbCNLm1qbPtf7Eo0y8mB-x8VPUIC1VjU0-xIIaMIud8NzxyZSwrKJPBxQKOGYGlwcnF0-LvewIDfM8s0YYokblBP8-3lEYn/s1600-h/IMG_3701.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmUL3h_nzXGyLmtU1qjV5B_Mf8KKkW9JLf-x753MyAdC21sxbCNLm1qbPtf7Eo0y8mB-x8VPUIC1VjU0-xIIaMIud8NzxyZSwrKJPBxQKOGYGlwcnF0-LvewIDfM8s0YYokblBP8-3lEYn/s320/IMG_3701.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><em>My beautiful Mama. She looks so happy (maybe because she's almost got all of her children married off)</em> </p><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-18475904091036899882008-06-29T22:06:00.001-04:002008-06-30T17:55:49.761-04:00Bachelorette Party - Part 2<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">More pictures!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zVprVq1aWMsfQV1QOSrOHWGQClLtaYpLuzmUHmuw9QveITWKqio6qh2CTW7_45g6L0fgIn8nQchqjtYoLIaqOoet_6OB9AzWgc3D314I9k4VZbhllDtP12fEyd659TuY8QvBWsunUuge/s1600-h/IMG_3653.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zVprVq1aWMsfQV1QOSrOHWGQClLtaYpLuzmUHmuw9QveITWKqio6qh2CTW7_45g6L0fgIn8nQchqjtYoLIaqOoet_6OB9AzWgc3D314I9k4VZbhllDtP12fEyd659TuY8QvBWsunUuge/s320/IMG_3653.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Sallie is explaining how it should be done<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVlb5Q-3uc2C3LpuWprCY_l7XCeKC6EEr-zkr9YTVM4TCz8WQCA0zhunyqMUfhXX9Cog3khJMkM8zYcuEAx-epmi-uMRwXRI7_K3hWAdKxsxx6vfJc2HgW57iDJgQvYqF2s19TrvJkTyo/s1600-h/IMG_3656.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVlb5Q-3uc2C3LpuWprCY_l7XCeKC6EEr-zkr9YTVM4TCz8WQCA0zhunyqMUfhXX9Cog3khJMkM8zYcuEAx-epmi-uMRwXRI7_K3hWAdKxsxx6vfJc2HgW57iDJgQvYqF2s19TrvJkTyo/s320/IMG_3656.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Me and the guest of honor<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMITm7xisQtkVWTrCdPPCADevGXWJ3Owz_AXJUo6G4ZtrwGacgndBpSce-NWgxwA-p_pvXa2zD8huE9hEBGuGvMcgvQchT457cVLUIWK8hWbFDwCzDZvLfJQFXxo_qMRdddgp9DiiI1ZzX/s1600-h/IMG_3661.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMITm7xisQtkVWTrCdPPCADevGXWJ3Owz_AXJUo6G4ZtrwGacgndBpSce-NWgxwA-p_pvXa2zD8huE9hEBGuGvMcgvQchT457cVLUIWK8hWbFDwCzDZvLfJQFXxo_qMRdddgp9DiiI1ZzX/s320/IMG_3661.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Sky partied with the girls, too. Her bow says "Caution! Wild girls!"<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEUHvwvw8xe5-5kdy5qalShlKIceaG9Bc-LSpIWve98knSQvAnwN3n2TPyKTaON_PQY8dd4-aW1rYt9SnssOz4v4ADOg6BxJlrO0CoPd_I9e2gsUpedl_uzlSFy3W5hFXBj92rm6tju5y/s1600-h/IMG_3664.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEUHvwvw8xe5-5kdy5qalShlKIceaG9Bc-LSpIWve98knSQvAnwN3n2TPyKTaON_PQY8dd4-aW1rYt9SnssOz4v4ADOg6BxJlrO0CoPd_I9e2gsUpedl_uzlSFy3W5hFXBj92rm6tju5y/s320/IMG_3664.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Meg, it's not sexy if you wear it all at the same time! </p><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-71768079483103480952008-06-29T22:03:00.003-04:002008-06-29T22:13:22.264-04:00Bachelorette Party - Part 1<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left">We had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">soooo</span> much fun this weekend. Friday night was Meg's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bachelorette</span> party. We started off with dinner at P.F. Chang's and ended the night with presents and games. Meg was cheered for by the entire <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">restaurant</span>, enjoyed educational games, and learned everything she needs to know to enjoy a life of marital bliss. But, before there can be a wedding night, there must be a wedding! </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAWJsTlefsyIDpEvWqlAM9Rz8O8dHna8tGvfdYpSik42wZTy2xF86lsr4R0XJNON2RO_oOieIXFtmdEGx1rApMCBwS1b0h7GkXOcmRx8k0YhmKTUHkdS1nL_BizJoiSMjZxavF9d_X1qJ/s1600-h/IMG_3623.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAWJsTlefsyIDpEvWqlAM9Rz8O8dHna8tGvfdYpSik42wZTy2xF86lsr4R0XJNON2RO_oOieIXFtmdEGx1rApMCBwS1b0h7GkXOcmRx8k0YhmKTUHkdS1nL_BizJoiSMjZxavF9d_X1qJ/s320/IMG_3623.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">All of the girls at dinner: (l to r) Me, Kate, Sallie, Kristin, Leah, the Bride, Tricia, Katy, and Corrie </p><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZmoT0alaQWlM_Wl3j9eYHoM_-rs31MJi0dQxQHFipNdzw1Co1GsNzGVWY5X1Aq3lWU6Q0sB6UI1JHb25SHrN99nljG34km3oH6e2u2lREufy109XqRgzueC-7ubi_c7Mc4JZb9chy4jv/s1600-h/IMG_3629.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZmoT0alaQWlM_Wl3j9eYHoM_-rs31MJi0dQxQHFipNdzw1Co1GsNzGVWY5X1Aq3lWU6Q0sB6UI1JHb25SHrN99nljG34km3oH6e2u2lREufy109XqRgzueC-7ubi_c7Mc4JZb9chy4jv/s320/IMG_3629.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Game time!<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3Ujm4aB6Iu9tYsDSMe7jMGDUU_bQ9PD2PFXZqSW19NatrpKpiEdmkKkcNMv6QU1_ItPMSjAIVkD9PeRAmPdmSsEhyz4EKHQBIoFGMcQQTzBcT19hdKrcszcE5_eS2UGBHAiOtvWfx4bv/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3Ujm4aB6Iu9tYsDSMe7jMGDUU_bQ9PD2PFXZqSW19NatrpKpiEdmkKkcNMv6QU1_ItPMSjAIVkD9PeRAmPdmSsEhyz4EKHQBIoFGMcQQTzBcT19hdKrcszcE5_eS2UGBHAiOtvWfx4bv/s320/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Presents! Notice the Victoria's Secret bag<br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgWk2n5zkxEj56s0Opav9KKKHXr5KTzNbVnu1SAwTFJHbABj_ZdoV0zM1-DZS25h9KQ7_ILsw5kdsUcmcx6Q-B0JxslGRKeTi7O82tLbUzDP_w-Ij05B-eLneewrmFozrvAWPIwGJiQ6H/s1600-h/IMG_3652.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgWk2n5zkxEj56s0Opav9KKKHXr5KTzNbVnu1SAwTFJHbABj_ZdoV0zM1-DZS25h9KQ7_ILsw5kdsUcmcx6Q-B0JxslGRKeTi7O82tLbUzDP_w-Ij05B-eLneewrmFozrvAWPIwGJiQ6H/s320/IMG_3652.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center">Story-time with Kristin. Kristin tells enrapturing stories. </p><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-31812416496240239072008-06-27T00:18:00.006-04:002008-06-27T00:29:31.764-04:00Shopping!<div align="left">The new H&M in Atlantic Station is open. I christened it today with the following purchases. Somehow they ended up on three different receipts between two trips, and I blame at least one of them on Maria. </div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216411399007512482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVOVddT53mIs2-jsdwiZnqFOyzIjaN2PQKcp24E3h6LY1HCMIpZqh7VNGgHZo4l6fZTJ30TDMqgFilCbZeJeMCff2VTAIqu_qf-eekNc_kKIdVI4XC0VEwUaBbuZuo27pmB5pf25KnTrsJ/s320/IMG_3614.JPG" border="0" />Purple cotton empire-waist dress to wear to Meg's bachelorette party (tomorrow!) for $10 (on sale)</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216411858676461362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8HTwfq1m6OsZPn2DNP-POeDeOrQzz-zeDIyEBPJEjwfbh9r6sRxCGWhc67OLo8fKAP-Bx1r-Ixf4ua1eXwosKGeh3EjvKmlJefnI8ToOi6BZxKK1KpFekNfqtPHlMhXKRIWlkR6dFucgB/s320/IMG_3619.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Floral cotton sundress with shirred bodice to wear to Meg's bridesmaid's luncheon for $19.90</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216411864386782690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDCPji6c35uJ7JEXaNEsbNw4GUhszwle7AxfOHRHaAp5wiThXrNWJwC9VGHv5AoIsMsjJIvlWWpCRQVzCknYDnby2lz0HW_N2I-MQgX1JvDhDUy-Bw4L-t8at6Qz7VMV5FPAkLGRVUChZf/s320/IMG_3621.JPG" border="0" />Purple plaid shirt to wear so I won't be naked for $10 (on sale)<br /></p>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-42713286837296804952008-06-22T22:52:00.005-04:002008-06-22T23:31:50.187-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEaFUSOTvVpzERbRf2pZwYFfj2nbxOiUh9b6OYiAMcAfypsWdsrF97Srm-TV5U7_W5olF02r9UDPOFIeaFMIZAbYYhQgMt2_Dhet-OLrU4F3oU9I-qdu2tHM-LokAZBS2L0kR2AfDJ6FH/s1600-h/IMG_3122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214910292216963410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEaFUSOTvVpzERbRf2pZwYFfj2nbxOiUh9b6OYiAMcAfypsWdsrF97Srm-TV5U7_W5olF02r9UDPOFIeaFMIZAbYYhQgMt2_Dhet-OLrU4F3oU9I-qdu2tHM-LokAZBS2L0kR2AfDJ6FH/s320/IMG_3122.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yesterday I met with a group of women from my church who were working a) to better understand what being a woman of God is and b) trying to use that knowledge to serve the women of the church better. I've never been big on woman-y things at churches. And I was relieved (and blessed) to find out that the team of women God had assembled all felt the same way.<br /><div></div><br /><div>To prepare for the meeting yesterday, we read several books about being women. There was one that (surprisingly) stood out to all of us. Despite its cover with flowers, a cup of tea, and other woman-y (i.e. cheesy) items, it was packed with biblical lessons of women of the Bible and a description of a strong woman who claims her helper, mother design. And does NOT see her uniqueness (from men) as a weakness, secondary, or of lower worth (as today's society would have us believe).</div><br /><div></div><div>There was one quote that stood out to me as being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">particularly</span> poignant for organizing a ministry for the women of our church</div><div><br /></div><div>"But on this side of the cross there are more similarities than <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dissimilarities</span> between the woman and the girl. in our compartmentalized, specialized culture, we forget the splendor of the similarities. We are prone to huddle <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">with</span> those whose situations <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">and</span> season of life <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">resembles</span> our own. This is not the covenant way. The unity and communion of the redeemed single business executive and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">homeschooling mom</span> is established in Christ, not in choices and situations. These women have more in common with one another than with unsaved peers.</div><div></div><br /><div>They have been set apart by the Lord God.</div><div>They have been purchased by the blood of Christ</div><div>They have been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">adopted</span> into God's family.</div><div>They are daughters of the King.</div><div>They are sisters.</div><div>They will spend eternity together.</div><div>They have the same authority and purpose</div><div>They are to become in practice what they are in position; holy and blameless.</div><div>They have access to the same graces; God's Word, His Spirit, worship, and His people</div><br /><div>....Every redeemed woman is a daughter of the King"</div><div> </div><div>from <em>The Legacy of Biblical Womanhood</em> by Susan Hunt and Barbara Thompson</div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-64725392176005920552008-06-19T18:10:00.000-04:002008-06-19T18:12:53.232-04:00Jennifer's Wedding Dress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PwpTNHUP39PrqbLChlSsR_Ss9DZWolCt-wukXUtux-AEF4_zZtOCx28vroShm1ayfjq4nEKOjn9LwS_NariI2kyDUwpHAlQER-Iw_G9SDMsEiNmVUAXWlVqx7Wps7j23y6OCvh1iITHt/s1600-h/IMG_3291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200819379153310946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PwpTNHUP39PrqbLChlSsR_Ss9DZWolCt-wukXUtux-AEF4_zZtOCx28vroShm1ayfjq4nEKOjn9LwS_NariI2kyDUwpHAlQER-Iw_G9SDMsEiNmVUAXWlVqx7Wps7j23y6OCvh1iITHt/s320/IMG_3291.JPG" border="0" /></a> Love this dress. Jennifer knew exactly what she wanted and I just made it happen. She brought me a bottle of fingernail polish that was the accent color she wanted. I matched the ribbon and she found the shoes. Congrats, Jennifer! Can't wait to see the pictures from the wedding.Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-27161894391963461232008-06-16T16:32:00.004-04:002008-06-16T16:51:47.055-04:00Hot Water!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGd-bam_qHG02BTNgcSgzrGgzoNBSOJ3Bl0t_tYOSB6-kZ97vPrXUCWD4DOzJnLc_8fbx-Hk52fEZHLeZdKvwE1hTvB6EeynGWdoDzTfHCH6yeHj_uCJTf8738hnT8HIPgGbfufMPL1KQU/s1600-h/IMG_3609.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212580361548245410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGd-bam_qHG02BTNgcSgzrGgzoNBSOJ3Bl0t_tYOSB6-kZ97vPrXUCWD4DOzJnLc_8fbx-Hk52fEZHLeZdKvwE1hTvB6EeynGWdoDzTfHCH6yeHj_uCJTf8738hnT8HIPgGbfufMPL1KQU/s320/IMG_3609.JPG" border="0" /></a> To the untrained eye, this piece of machinery may not look very exciting, but let me tell you, when we turned on the hot water at 11:00 last night and actually got hot water out, we were ecstatic.<br /><br />I can't believe that we finally finished this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dadgum</span> thing. It started on Memorial Day weekend and finally ended last night. In all we had to: run electrical, mount the unit, cut a hole in the side of the house and vent said unit, re-run the gas line, reconfigure the plumbing, and run a drain-line.<br /><br />But now it's done....well, almost.<br /><br />There is one joint that I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">soldered</span> that is leaking. And, apparently, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tankless</span> hot water heater operates very differently than a tanked. When I got in the shower last night, I had good hot water for a few minutes, and then it went out. Then I turned off the cold, and it came back. Then the same thing happened to Jay. I called the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rheem</span> people this morning, and apparently, you are supposed to set the temperature of the unit to how hot you want your shower to be (i.e. 100F), and then just take it with full hot water.<br /><br />This has left me somewhat confused and wondering how it is going to affect the rest of our water-using operations. I took a shower this morning and it worked fine. But it seems that funny things start to happen when I start mixing hot and cold water. Hopefully we'll get it all figured out, but in the mean time, we do have working hot water!<br /><br />I am so proud of us. And now I'm not nearly as scared about tackling the plumbing for the bathroom.Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-8687596614469720942008-06-15T09:28:00.000-04:002008-06-15T09:32:39.430-04:00More Invitations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOj2E1jzLHYMEwBNNoytJ371dQsnLFAEFl6Xmckz6oLywbJ6nhEcEOhO-U6crt00LuLsvlZQ5_BJdjCKKZtTeE-KBjA3HtCvk4lozxaNdSIkjtEhyphenhyphenFUslT0ylwS7Htv_fbh-GTuqHxwbV/s1600-h/IMG_3593.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209880598990030914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOj2E1jzLHYMEwBNNoytJ371dQsnLFAEFl6Xmckz6oLywbJ6nhEcEOhO-U6crt00LuLsvlZQ5_BJdjCKKZtTeE-KBjA3HtCvk4lozxaNdSIkjtEhyphenhyphenFUslT0ylwS7Htv_fbh-GTuqHxwbV/s320/IMG_3593.jpg" border="0" /></a> I have been cranking out invitations like crazy lately. I think these are the last of them for now. I enjoy making them, so I'm sure something will come up soon that will give me an excuse to make more. <div><div></div><br /><div>These are for my sister's bridesmaid's luncheon that my Aunt Pat is throwing. There is a layer of white, lacy paper over a Tiffany-blue card. I just couldn't resist the lace. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love pretty calligraphy, but my handwriting is terrible. So, for addressing the envelopes, I came up with a different solution. I typed in all of the addresses, changed the font to a script, printed them out and then traced them onto the envelopes. It turned out pretty good. Definately not as good as if I had a natural talent, but better than it would have been otherwise. Maybe a little bit more time consuming than I would have liked. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, on to the next wedding project for Meggie.</div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209880465748949746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNOp4He_ON6DaNKsWmOgz27wO4tGQ6fJsR0A0Z2wOksAQ7Q64_jCf6R-O0_1FfU4iMEanIF90UCARl4kCyvuLdXEGNbY-xXgvv07dChBUya9hTrOxFnp6MfrzVgdtUmHD4h1I-4Sig5Lv/s320/IMG_3605.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-29024456670192464302008-06-12T10:55:00.000-04:002008-06-12T10:56:05.512-04:00Feelin' Grumpy?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1zx_tPKNtlH5GAzjwaF1U-jkSlF_pClZwCgKbJYj9HUt5JSurPtL7jTSEsrH85ultAc5EzU8_TuuRiCuwv6Z9zh1Ozyl4-ldpTpGblA-TFn03HYfpqa63Gg7Q-OFXWhyi8_1-RB5HbjV/s1600-h/n675596135_1302931_4810.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210753821540805362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1zx_tPKNtlH5GAzjwaF1U-jkSlF_pClZwCgKbJYj9HUt5JSurPtL7jTSEsrH85ultAc5EzU8_TuuRiCuwv6Z9zh1Ozyl4-ldpTpGblA-TFn03HYfpqa63Gg7Q-OFXWhyi8_1-RB5HbjV/s320/n675596135_1302931_4810.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>Morgan Kate Zimmerman at 3 months</em></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fB6LHbUgTIyv8XBeGTI3UIFq6qXveS1tsVTWCLnoHjxQZuErepGod3JY8h34ptbixmih56u6kKmYd1-F9DpI_qko5yivo03-3DGFqpxlsE354Zc-JIAsuM2hyphenhyphenMXi2OPUwMtPqtOC8ieb/s1600-h/n675596135_1302916_2551.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210753822418784642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_fB6LHbUgTIyv8XBeGTI3UIFq6qXveS1tsVTWCLnoHjxQZuErepGod3JY8h34ptbixmih56u6kKmYd1-F9DpI_qko5yivo03-3DGFqpxlsE354Zc-JIAsuM2hyphenhyphenMXi2OPUwMtPqtOC8ieb/s320/n675596135_1302916_2551.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>These should bring a smile to even the grouchiest of grumps. :)</div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591905199841816216.post-54571302577300554512008-06-10T22:39:00.000-04:002008-06-10T23:02:27.303-04:00Stow-Away Furniture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUIDiyzwfJpjueL6VUd44Z7dYBfiFYNCSqdH7-b24VNh_2j-j5j-8ux5Rdx4aL_GzyA1nwCtLVTaBBuj9Ozr689EupK9USeR71T8UBoUQw_wQYRLZUQqJWczdeLengvTFuCiMfcJepje4g/s1600-h/IMG_3556.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206975070099411842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUIDiyzwfJpjueL6VUd44Z7dYBfiFYNCSqdH7-b24VNh_2j-j5j-8ux5Rdx4aL_GzyA1nwCtLVTaBBuj9Ozr689EupK9USeR71T8UBoUQw_wQYRLZUQqJWczdeLengvTFuCiMfcJepje4g/s320/IMG_3556.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEZDP1t7krT2nts9KPITLfLQDH-oEMyp72sZVezxZvayzSbwCIMcbbfU5bTcjl_S-FysPz6gL4fmAB_bKtQ_AzU8cQtJxcaCNw225QNnO0AbFENH1Gp9T_r6fkkR9KpfF-WKDyUe-55qf/s1600-h/IMG_3560.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206975074394379154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEZDP1t7krT2nts9KPITLfLQDH-oEMyp72sZVezxZvayzSbwCIMcbbfU5bTcjl_S-FysPz6gL4fmAB_bKtQ_AzU8cQtJxcaCNw225QNnO0AbFENH1Gp9T_r6fkkR9KpfF-WKDyUe-55qf/s320/IMG_3560.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our house is not well configured for a coffee table. We used to have one, but we kept hitting our shins on as we walked by. Now it's at my sister's house. But when you have company over, it's nice to have those extra places to set drinks and plates. </div><div></div><br /><div>So, I came up with a different solution. I got two <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/20118621">Lack</a> tables from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ikea</span>. They were $12.99 each. The legs screw on and off. On normal days, I take off the legs and stow them under the couch. And then when people come over I pull them out and put them where ever I need them. They work perfectly!</div>Amy Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448074681019865138noreply@blogger.com1