sweet mel.

When Mel and I lived together, last year, she would leave me little notes almost everyday taped to the front door, so I would get them on my way to work. Most of them, of course, were much cuter than these, but those are at home in a special place. These are just a couple I had at work in my old planner....

 

I was thinking about her little notes this morning as I was getting ready and realized how much I miss those sweet treats. Thanks for doing that Melly :) I loved it. 

little obsession.

i love this little blog. i look at it everyday...

i am thinking melanie would love the first image on the blog today...

images i have loved lately here...

 

i love the texture and organization of this invitation.  i love the little dots on the inside of the envelope!

 

i love this image. i want to take casual, everyday pictures in my wedding dress. 

especially on a brightly colored, vintage sofa! 

i love these stamps. and the calligraphy type used here. reminds me of Haley's lovely invitations!

trying to keep this in mind....

these are my efforts to have as cute of a blog as melanie :)

our lil lady

we'd like to welcome mrs. frazier, our bestie, to the world wide web of blogging.

she has impeccable taste!

more lil ones!

October 23, 2008 @ 1:30 PM my oldest seester, Cara, will be delivering Campbell (C-section)!!!
This means I'll have 2 nieces VERY soon!

25 years and counting...

A is for Always. always listens, always cares, always sharpens.

B is for Bodacious Babe.  no extra comment needed.

B is for Bizarre. one of the most coo-coo people I know.

Y is for Young. You have wonderful things ahead of you!!!

I love you dearly my best friend! Happy Day of Birth, I hope you feel so loved, because you are!!

seester.

as some of you may know, my family moves a LOT. like i have lived in 17 or 18 different places (including college) in my life. the pool in the fabulous photo above, was at my sister and I's favorite house. we lived in this house for the longest, 4.5 years. we wore this pool out, and we looked good doing it.  :)

we pretended that we were mermaids, had raft races, played categories for hours on end, i had my first birthday pool party (where i got my first tape...ace of base), and swam so long we were wrinkly for days.

i just thought i would share this awesome photo as it brings back great family memories for me. 

Whitney Drive, Plano TX. will forever hold a sweet place in my heart.

reasons why i love scott. forever.

when we go shopping, he trys on goofy things and loves it when i take pictures of him.

he likes to make up little euphemisms. this one is called "scarf tie".

another favorite is "vodka beer" 

  

 

3 more examples of his love for self portraits. i have hundreds.

he loves my puppy.

lastly, he is reeeeally attractive. 

Jack Bear. Life. The Dot.

So many new, perfect babies in my life. I wish I could quit my job and be a full time aunt!

I am excited for the day when I have little Schardty's  :)

To batter or not to batter...

I would like to do some research on why individuals who suffer from BiPolar do not take their prescribed medication. Of course, of course, I know the "excuses" for why they opt out or go on a break from medicating themselves, but I just want to see what the real problem is. Is it lack of education to understand the physical need that filters into one's social, emotional and psychological "physical" need? Or is it something else?

I have been assigned at least five cases per month with families who have battering husbands. Everytime I go to jail to interview them after their arrest or coherece them into my office to "talk", I realize each one has previously been diagnosed BiPolar. I can't imagine being diagnosed with such a stigmatized word and having to deal with that. All I know, is that somebody has to do something about informing them the consequences of not taking them. I hope doctors are providing education as they send these men out of their offices to face this big dark world and encourage them to call them if they are considering taking a break from their meds.

So I'd like to do some research, but I don't have time. Maybe my 2nd year Research class I will write my paper on that. I just think there is a problem and we (social workers, doctors, researchers) must attempt to alleviate some oppression. . . because their horrible decision to get off medication effects everyone in the family. He gets mad at her, he beats her, she beats him back, the kids are sitting there watching or become the object to inflict pain on the other partner. Then I step in.

It's just straight crazy.

And it seems so simple to me when I rehearse with the parents what "just" happened. As we talk, I think "O...see that's where you went wrong. When she said this, that doesn't mean you are allowed to throw her down. What are other options are there? Let's explore this. Ok, when she says this, what could you to manage your anger?" ... Simple. But no...it just gets worse...and worse.

O, and by no means am I saying there aren't battering women. I've had those cases. And there are also cases of women who get off their Bipolar but I normally see them as sucidial or homicidal (to their children).

I'm thankful for the life I live OUTSIDE of my job. I'm thankful for my upbringing, my education, my friendships, and the blessing of knowing a God who is OUR refuge, OUR strength, and my SAFE place. I believe He can heal all my families' souls but these problems... this is something that goes back to Adam and Eve.

I have a "big" daddy coming into my office today. He just got back on his meds. Wish me luck.

crazy. wedding. dreams.

so, i've been having some pretty crazy dreams about my wedding, seeing as it is rapidly approaching. some dreams are good, some are disastrous. either way, i always remember all the details and can't get it out of my head the following day. well, last night was a rather interesting episode....

i dreamed that my wedding and my high school boyfriend's wedding (if you are somehow reading this, i apologize if its awkward :) was at the same church, on the same day, at the same time. we were having a joint wedding. very odd. i remember in my dream that my dress was way too big. it was really baggy, like i had gotten the wrong size or something. also, as i was walking down the aisle (made of stained concrete), i tripped and slid all the way down the aisle to scott. i looked up to at the stage and saw my high school boyfriend getting married on the other side of the room. the really weird thing is that after all this, i remember being really happy in my dream. and when i woke up, i was really happy and it put me in a better mood for the day.

i am thankful that i get to be with scott forever. he is perfect for me. the end.