5.13.2016

Ironman

     If you follow me on social media, you have probably noticed that I call Nick "Ironman" and you may wonder why...let me take you back to how it all got started.

     Back in 2005, when I was 19, I fell in love with a baseball player.  I went to ALL his home games at Francis Marion University and a few of his away games, when I could.  He played Right Field and was super quick, very strong, a great hitter and could throw like no one else.


     I will always remember one specific game.  There was a player running towards home base.  Nick took off like lightening, caught the ball in the farthest corner of the right field and threw straight to home plate before the player slid in.  Everyone jumped up and screamed in shock.  It was one of those once in a lifetime moments.  I was so proud, I could feel it bubbling up from my heart.


     Nick had it all going for him and I loved watching him play baseball.  Each time it was his turn up to bat, FMU would play his walk out song, Ironman by Black Sabbath.  So, it became "my thing" (after Nick's baseball days were over), to stomp to the beat and hum Ironman like a crazy person in preparation for anything difficult that was about to happen.  It was around that time that I began to call Nick my "Ironman".


     Although his baseball days are long gone, Nick still amazes me with his natural ability to succeed in just about anything he sets his mind to.  He is so talented and gifted, but the best part is that Nick is also incredibly generous and has a true servants heart.  So, there's how "Ironman" came to be mine...I'll be keeping him around!


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5.08.2016

Fearless and Selfless

When I think about my mom, two words come to mind:  Fearless and Selfless.



     Fearless for many reasons.  First, she married my dad (sorry, I just had to...haha).  When I was seven, she agreed to move to Ethiopia and when I was 12, she agreed to move to Bolivia.  Although she was living in foreign counties, she learned the language, made friends, shopped in the markets, got involved in local events, drove like the natives, traveled out of the city and through the mountains (even when the breaks gave up and the gasoline was out).  She was always a trooper.  When I was 16, she was burned and nearly died.  However, she not only survived, but she then founded her own burn care ministry.  Over the years, I have seen many emotions, but I can't recall a time that I ever saw my mom afraid.

     Selfless for even more reasons.  When my family moved to Ethiopia, then back to the USA, then to Bolivia and back to the USA, my mom never complained about losing a house or the things that fill it.  We would simply pack up, move on and start over.  Each place we lived in, she would find people who needed her help.  Women who needed to become family instead of another housekeeper.  Children who needed a bath and new clothes while they visited our home.  Schools that needed books and a real library.  Kids who needed shoes and backpacks so that they could attend classes.  Even when the schools we attended needed teachers, she was the first to sign up and give up her free days to make sure we got the education we needed.  After she was burned, she would even spend her days at the hospital, visiting burn victims and trying to figure out how to get them better medical attention.  It's always the same.  In all these years, I can't remember a time when I saw my mom put herself first.

So, I want to say Happy Mother's Day to the BEST mom in the world...I hope that I grow up to be just as Fearless and Selfless as YOU!





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4.19.2016

2016 SPRING/SUMMER CAPSULE WARDROBE


     Fall 2014 was the first time I tried my own capsule wardrobe! I began following Jennifer L Scott, watched her TED TALK and was sold pretty much immediately. I LOVE all things simple, so this was right up my alley. I started with 37 items and have continued to minimize a little more each season. Take a look at what I have for my spring/summer capsule!






 











 










     Since the weather is starting off in the 40s in the morning and ending up in the 80s by afternoon, its hard to know how to dress some days...but pretty soon it will be hot ALL THE TIME and I will be living in these shorts and tanks!

     If you do a capsule wardrobe, I'd love to hear what pieces you are using for the upcoming season!




3.14.2016

Heads Bowed and Eyes Closed

When I was in 1st grade and we had just moved to Ethiopia, I realized that I was a hypocrite.  Of course, at that age, I didn't even know that word, but I did know what I had done.  Let me explain...

It was minutes before lunch.  We were seated on the rug in the center of the classroom, finishing up a book.  My teacher set down the book, folded her hands neatly in her lap, looked at us students and said, "heads bowed and eyes closed".

Since the teacher was looking directly at us, the other students and I quickly did as she said, bowed our heads and closed our eyes.  About 10 seconds after she began praying, I lifted my head a little bit and peered out of the corner of my eye.  I didn't know what I was looking for...I just enjoyed being able to look when no one else was looking.  It felt like I had the upper hand.

I peered at each student, looking at their clothes, how they were sitting, their hair falling forward and their eyes scrunched up tight.  Until, I got to Junior.  He stared straight back at me.  I squeezed my eyes together, pursed my lips and gave him my best glare.  I could NOT believe that he had the nerve to disobey the teacher.  So, as a good samaritan, I decided that I had better make sure that she knew what was going on.

My insides were flipping with eagerness as I waited for the teacher to wrap up.  She barely got out "amen", before I had my little hand up as high in the air as I could get it without my bottom leaving the rug.  As soon as she called on me, I confessed Junior's sin.  He did NOT have his head bowed and he did NOT have his eyes closed.

The teacher smirked, took a breath and asked me, "Well Emily, how would you know that?".

I sat there like a deer in headlights.  My teacher didn't say anything else.  Neither did I.  We both knew and that was enough.  It's been 25 years and I'm writing about it today, so it must have taught me a good lesson:

Spend more time worrying about what I'm doing then what others are doing!








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2.29.2016

Dedicated to my partner in crime...literally


    Almost every time we had school vacation, my family would usually pack up and head to Santa Cruz, Bolivia to stay at Bouganvillas Resort.  It was a beautiful place with suites large enough for our entire family, bikes, volleyball courts, pools, hot tubs, saunas and the most amazing fresh buffet breakfast you've ever seen in your life (or maybe you haven't seen...sorry).  We would spend most of our time out by the pool, reading books.


    On the first day of this particular vacation, I was walking around the pool and found 100 Bolivianos there on the ground!  Screaming, I picked it up and waved it around, showing all my family.  No one else was around the pool, so I figured the money was as good as mine.  My sister, Mary Ashley, and I decided that we needed to go into town to shop.  ASAP. So, we got permission from our parents, changed into something cute, hopped into a taxi and headed out.


    As soon as we got downtown, we headed to the shopping area.  There were rows and rows of little pop up shops, clothes hanging from above and colors every where.  I could not wait to spend that 100 Bs. that I had just found!  We walked around a good bit and then came to this lady in the street with a little push cart.  The shiny, dangling earrings called to us and we quickly made an offer.  I chose a few pair that I wanted and Mary Ashley had hers.  I handed over the 100 Bs., but the woman didn’t want to take it because she didn’t have any change.  Side note - the ENTIRE country of Bolivia is pretty much ALWAYS low on change and super stingy about it…the vendors never have change, but they expect YOU to.


    I explained that this was the only money I had, while the lady shook her head back and forth.  We sighed and put back the earrings, preparing to walk away, when she told us to wait and she would go to find some change.  We watched as she shuffled down the road to speak with another vendor.  They kept talking and talking and it started to worry us.  Is she going to bring back my money?  She motioned for someone to come over to her and the other vendor.  It was a cop!  He walked over and began to speak with the two ladies.  The three of them were taking turns looking at the 100 Bs bill, turning it over, folding it, messing with the edges and holding it up to the sun to look through it.  Mary Ashley and I just stood there, getting more and more sweaty and preparing for our death.  At this point, I just wanted my money back and didn’t care about the earrings.


    The vendor turned back towards us and so did the cop, following right behind her.  I knew that this was no good.  Once they got back to me and Mary Ashley, the cop delivered the bad news: the money was counterfeit and we had to come down to the police station.  WHAT?!?!?  No wonder the money had been left on the ground at the pool!  I looked at Mary Ashley and saw her terrified face, feeling equally afraid.  We had already returned the earrings to their place and explained that we didn’t know that the money was fake, that we didn’t want the earrings, we didn’t need the 100 Bs. bill back and that we were just going to go back to our hotel. You know in the movie Madacascar, when the penguins walk backwards, wave their hands in the air and say "you didn't see anything"...yea, that was us.


    Of course, that was not an option.  The cop was adamant that we go to the station with him.  There is so much corruption in Bolivia that counterfeit bills were not out of the norm!  And, my parents always told us to NEVER trust a cop or go anywhere with him.  So, we argued back and forth with the cop for what seemed like an eternity.  I told him that we were NOT going to go with him, but that he could follow our taxi back to our hotel to get our parents.  He would not have it.  Stepping closer and closer, the cop was not giving up.  Then, all hell broke loose.


    While reaching for my arm, the cop whistled and had a taxi pull up to us.  Although he tried to pull me forward and force me into the taxi, I ripped my arm away and Mary Ashley and I took off running down the street.  Immediately I heard the cop call for back up and knew that we were done for.  I was thinking all sorts of "Locked Up Abroad" scenarios and I had never even seen that show! Without looking back, we ran and ran and ran, turning down this street and that street.  We were breathing so hard, but we were running so fast out of sheer terror.  Finally, we got enough ahead that I couldn’t hear the cops following.  I looked back and no cops were to be seen, so I grabbed Mary Ashley’s arm and pulled her into the door of a store.  We jumped inside and immediately crouched down behind the window displays.  


    Some type of noise kept growing louder and louder and I couldn’t imagine what was rounding the corner.  It sounded like a massive crowd of wild people marching.  All of a sudden, dozens of people dressed in all black, with white “scream” face masks and axes appeared.  They were walking towards the store where we were hiding.  Mary Ashley started to act hysterical.  The timing of the scream costumes was impeccable and we were genuinely confused and were sure that those monsters had joined the cops and were here for us. I knew that this was how I was going to go.


    Holding our breaths and onto each other, we hid there and silently prayed that God would get us out of this mess.  We watched as the scream people walked by, followed by a huge crowd and we waited…and waited…and waited...for an eternity...no cops came.  Slowly, we stood up and walked back over to the store entrance.  I carefully opened the door and peered up and down the street, making sure that we still had lost the cops.  A taxi was coming down the street and I knew that this was our chance to make a get-a-way.  I grabbed Mary Ashley while running out the door and throwing my arm up into the air.  The taxi stopped, we jumped in, told the driver to take us back to Boganvillas and never left the resort again for the rest of the vacation (without our parents, at least).  

So, my little LEAP sister...Happy 28th 7th Birthday and congratulations on surviving childhood!!!


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