Photo Update!

Yeay! I'm finally done editing photos! It only took forever and a day.

So the first set is when I took photos for Jessie and her daughter Cierra. Note to self, make sure the child has a nap before a photo shoot and that there is stuff to entertain her. I was pleased with this shoot although it was a learning experience.

Click Here: Jessie and Cierra

The next group is of the Oregon Coast. Cody planned this whole surprise outing! It was very sweet. We went to the beach. Thirty minutes on the beach and the dog cut his pad. He was so happy he didn't even notice. We called a doctor and got instructions to bandage it and then cover it with duct tape...yes duct tape. Then we had a really nice time, a candle lit hot dog dinner

and would have watched the sunset if it hadn't gotten overcast. It was the sweetest thing ever.

Click Here: Surprise Trip to the Coast

Week 1

I know I haven't posted much as far as the move home. Sorry, i've been so excited about Corvallis that I haven't even really gone near a computer. It's so weird when you unplug yourself. I don't watch more than 1 tv show, i'm rarely on the computer, I use my phone only a handful of times.

I swear I will get more photos up soon. So far i've hung out in the sun, gone running, star gazing, worshiping, to the movies, to the park, for ice cream and so much more. Oh and I went to a Jimmy Buffett surprise party. That was a total blast! All I've got so far of Oregon photos are ones I've collected from others. I'm going on a surprise date today so if it is somewhere I can take photos I will :)

until then, this is all I've got :)

Cody and I at the Jimmy Buffett party

We were laughing so hard I could barely sit still. You know you're jealous of our super awesome hats ;)

Embarrassed for the Year

So I think I just topped all of my embarrassing moments forever. There is this very good looking patient that always comes into the office and we chat. This time he came in and we were all talking about hot yoga. You know, yoga where you turn up the heat. Usually we talk about snowboarding and stuff. He was talking about how he didn't really like the heat and was more of a mountain guy.

I said, and I wish I was kidding, "When are you ever in heat?"
He got a funny look on his face and replied "you mean like the climate?"

I realized what I had said and quietly said "yes"

I don't think my face has ever been that read. Plus he has an appointment tomorrow. Awesome

....I just asked a guy when he was in heat...

God, I wish I was making that up.

Taking a Chance

I've been called beautiful more times than I can count, slow danced in the kitchen, watched the sunset over the mountains of Corvallis, have the same opinions, beliefs and ides on pretty much everything, have butterflies, can't breath, laugh so hard my stomach aches, hike to spots that are breathtaking, talked about everything under and above the sun, hold hands, had the door opened for me, worshiped with and am totally smitten with the boy who used to live next door.

Let the rumors and gossip begin :)

Home

Home is not a place that you can necessarily choose. It's the place that courses through your blood, warming your heart at it's mere existence. Home is the place you want to grow old around, the parks you imagine yourself putzing around in greeting others as they pass by. The place that makes your heart stop the moment your eyes fall on that small "Welcome To" sign.

Home to me is Oregon. Prayer after prayer has been uttered off my desperate lips. Call after call asking the Lord to grant me a way back to that small country town. There is no greater place that I can imagine living in. Driving through the country last weekend I could feel the land in my soul calling me home. The fields dance their bits of grain in the wind, floating across the landscape into my heart. My hand dances on the wind as we drive.

My very being aches for that place, that moment, that time, that city.

Ask and you shall receive...God is taking me home :)

I am going home! The thought makes my heart pitter patter against my chest. Warming my blood beneath my skin. My hands jitter as I close my eyes, going back to that field of gold and tan. The trees pepper the backdrop of the landscape all enclosed by the outline of the rolling hills. I breath in, sighing and looking at the clock. Counting the days until I can drive past that Welcome To sign whispering I'm back.

...home...there is no other word like it

Driving at the speed of light

I sit back sigh and wonder...

What is the speed limit anyways?

Who's driving the car?

Does it matter?

How will I know when I've gone past it unless someone stops me and gives me a ticket? 

I wouldn't be able to take it back. Undo and pretend like I never pushed the pedal just a little farther to see if I was alone in the car of if the passenger seat was still taken. It's not the speed that makes look twice, think twice, breath twice before pressing harder on that pedal. Its the thought of being stopped. Being told I'm driving two fast. Being left alone in that car to stare at only the price tag on the ticket.

I sit back sigh and wonder...

Where do the daydreams take others?

Are they soon or forever?

Does it matter?

How will I know if they are the same to one another or simply similar in that they are in color?

These thoughts take up a majority of time in either mind. In all this time, is there ever a chance that their paths have crossed? That the same note has hit each heart? When no dreams ever leave the lips of the soul, they stay as dreams. These things cannot be measured unless a breath is taken and they jump from mind to words. Until then they simply stay daydreams, accomplishing nothing more than entertaining the mind and heart.

I sit back sigh and wonder...

Where the heck am I going?

Do I even have a map?

Does it matter?

What happens if I get off the trail and if I do get off who is going to tell me?

I sometimes feel like I'm just staring at this map screaming "where the heck am I going?" I don't want to follow a road aimlessly because the sun shines perfectly on me and the air is sweet. This hiker is one in need of direction no matter how perfect the trail is because sooner or later there is bound to be a fork in the road and I need to know which direction to turn. I don't know which way is which and I need to know what that path holds.

I sit back sigh and wonder...a smile curls...I get goosebumps.

...when will I stop wondering?