tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322718870106066982024-03-06T02:28:13.722-05:00Such is LifeThe Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-21262300636382742072011-05-10T21:37:00.000-04:002011-05-10T21:37:12.888-04:00Bedtime Laughs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br />
Blake just came downstairs with this sweet smile on his laugh, trying to stifle the laughter. He shared he and Shannon's last bit of bedtime conversation:<br />
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Blake: Do you know why God gave you two eyes?<br />
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Shannon: For peripheral vision.<br />
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Blake: No, that’s why fish have two eyes, one on each side of their face. So why do you have two eyes?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Shannon: I don’t know.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong> Blake: So he could have just given us one eye, like a Cyclops?</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong> Shannon: What’s that?</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong> Blake: A one-eyed monster from The Odyssey.</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong> Shannon: That’s a minivan.</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><strong> Blake: No, that’s a story written in the 8th century by Homer.</strong><br />
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<strong> Shannon: He’s from The Simpsons.</strong><br />
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Blake: I need to get up and go tell Aunt about this right now.<br />
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Shannon: <em>pppppplease don’t tell her….</em><br />
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I believe I shared before that we kept the stray boy dog, whom we named Chess. <br />
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Chess was the angel when we were trying to find him a home. Never messed in the house, doesn't chew, sits sweetly in your lap, etc. I took him to the vet and declared him ours and he is my little devil.. .. EVERYday. Take this morning for example:<br />
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I'm fixing my coffee and thinking "Chess isn't in the kitchen with me, wonder what he's up to?" So I walk into the family room. There squats Chess, beneath the Christmas tree, taking a POO to leave as a gift!!!!<br />
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I yell at him, give him a little smack, and hurry him outside the back door. My plan was that he would resume position and I could then clip the leash on him, but no. <br />
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Chess walked out the door in shame and then went on to SPRINT throughout the neighborhood. He refuses to listen. I think he understands that I haven't had my shower yet, it's my day off to get things done, my glasses are on, my housecoat is tied tightly around and I don't want take this bad-looking self anywhere outside my back door.<br />
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Fast forward to when I meet a neighbor, whom I have never had contact with before, through our car windows. She informs me that my little brown dog is in her cul-de-sac. I turn the car around, zip to that part of the neighborhood, he's fraternizing with yet another unknown neighbor. My shameful self has to climb out of the car, looking a mess, to take the cowering Chess out from behind this man's legs. Excellent. <br />
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I tell the man, "I'm soooo sorry. You've just met the devil. Hope you have a nice day"<br />
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Chess is now cowering beneath the Christmas tree because every time he moves, I shout. OMG!The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-2155955105317131202010-09-15T06:00:00.000-04:002010-09-15T06:00:00.305-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAiePizKtY5O2gfpQYfuKFLe3NLtEmrhYEhAyaHd4vz_xG5RY868R94QyShfDV0S7Nl7dJRkl8RNZTm83RKfaa9f9kYgcTiClizaEz5BSm8Xmm-kzNzwab-Ivf_1RdwP465dZm3zlrHc/s1600/P1020666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAiePizKtY5O2gfpQYfuKFLe3NLtEmrhYEhAyaHd4vz_xG5RY868R94QyShfDV0S7Nl7dJRkl8RNZTm83RKfaa9f9kYgcTiClizaEz5BSm8Xmm-kzNzwab-Ivf_1RdwP465dZm3zlrHc/s400/P1020666.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-34753608259274628782010-09-12T19:04:00.000-04:002010-09-12T19:04:57.667-04:00Summer Pickin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1S9-lk65ajN8d4L3xZSdxDwiEI4iXxCJyv5UooSHluI3isPGbl_0sBrE5YGiXDBb-svaRZkMBx-NPa_v8PYAnIualOpKADjd8R0o3O1Mma5h_p_B95jtRkeCVqXvr_6rDTeqoMcK3ulY/s1600/blueberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1S9-lk65ajN8d4L3xZSdxDwiEI4iXxCJyv5UooSHluI3isPGbl_0sBrE5YGiXDBb-svaRZkMBx-NPa_v8PYAnIualOpKADjd8R0o3O1Mma5h_p_B95jtRkeCVqXvr_6rDTeqoMcK3ulY/s320/blueberries.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(photo credit: Shutterstock)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It was decided late Saturday night that having a family outing for blueberry picking the following morning would merit a Sunday morning. Mom, Sarah, Shawna and I picked three delicious gallons whilst Shannon and T.J. ate their fair share..</div><div align="center">The end of summer I believe is here and we had a good run for the last weekend. We picked up a dear friend, headed for the beautiful North Georiga mountains, enjoyed great food and time with family and celebrated Clayton's birthday!</div><div align="center">And now we will be enjoying fresh blueberries for days to come.</div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-51686815886725463472010-09-10T18:34:00.000-04:002010-09-10T18:34:17.057-04:00Oh girls!Friday is finally here! I'm sitting downstairs in my favorite chair (that Blake hates) with Lilah by my side. Chess, our stray dog that is still visiting, is sitting at my feet destroying a toy that Lilah has not played with since she received it for Christmas last year. And Shannon...<br />
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Shannon is not allowed to play her radio without closing the door. Blake just walked into the family room and asked me if her radio was up all the way... I'm so sure that it is. What's priceless though is hearing the foot rythm to her dancing her heart out. I love it.<br />
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I would join her just for laughs but I'm remembering my favorite quote from her this week after I had asked her to do something. What, I don't recall, but typically she would do the activity on her own:<br />
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Shannon: "uggghhh. Why do you always have to tell me to do things that I like to do?! It takes all the fun out of it!"<br />
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Oops :)The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-14119765378681734022010-09-08T07:00:00.002-04:002010-09-08T07:00:00.890-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGeR3dBQw9yazQldEtT1qsPx6CPzXBDoiwCp_UECux92EtBI77PIxHycflOT6qhoLuINxVnXwtC2JmLlO05swPvl18AkFO_7rSmto3UjLr_2J6vuoNBkYxjaDFX-1R_25JX8gbtmpu60/s1600/P1020739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGeR3dBQw9yazQldEtT1qsPx6CPzXBDoiwCp_UECux92EtBI77PIxHycflOT6qhoLuINxVnXwtC2JmLlO05swPvl18AkFO_7rSmto3UjLr_2J6vuoNBkYxjaDFX-1R_25JX8gbtmpu60/s320/P1020739.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And we did.. for almost 2 hours.</div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-78848352502472351302010-09-06T18:00:00.004-04:002010-09-10T18:16:53.449-04:00Lilah's Look-Alike<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Yancy/Max/Peanut/Little Boy wandered into our backyard last Thursday night. Shannon and I walked house to house and met many of our neighbors, trying to find his home. Well, you know you're not going to have any luck when more than one person asks, "Which dog is yours? I can't tell." And I politely answered: "THE ONE ON THE LEASH..." </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, for the meantime, the little guy is sleeping at night in our bathroom as we are trying not to become too attached. It's quite difficult though when he shares all the same mannerisms as Lilah.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Let me know if anyone ones to adopt him. Warning: we <u>are</u> screening applicants.</div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-55381256030320177302010-09-05T20:32:00.000-04:002010-09-05T20:32:14.234-04:00The hills are alive with:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7unPK-ljSHfXnfj3bSbAeEm6OpdOdhccZozsOjSTSK2JFnytHu4avFFCtBtqkuQjed2infesBvB4pZVeC96PVyo9Tpl3Q3tPD0jjYj80fnvRx11OxApQwVldFZnRRemMpDI7a3txYXJ8/s1600/the-sound-of-music-cd1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="370" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7unPK-ljSHfXnfj3bSbAeEm6OpdOdhccZozsOjSTSK2JFnytHu4avFFCtBtqkuQjed2infesBvB4pZVeC96PVyo9Tpl3Q3tPD0jjYj80fnvRx11OxApQwVldFZnRRemMpDI7a3txYXJ8/s400/the-sound-of-music-cd1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blake's birthday gift finally arrived! We attended the Fox Theatre last Sunday and saw "The sound of Music"and it was absolutely wonderful, enchanting as always. We have all remained in song this week and am ready for a corresponding movie night soon..</span></em></strong></div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-54022809330860391672010-09-01T07:00:00.002-04:002010-09-01T07:00:04.290-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDLfeSrxGTI8hvM6zLbbLZgru6NuuPlEzrdEdUZvbDTokJ9KVG_T1FBMaycXoc1UrY8jGgm_BU4wIQe-FrXXk_D-oYF36EVj_z_NjgZW7sGMSFsSJaRJIlhUoGw9Q9mZjmm9WhPgltuc/s1600/P1020693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDLfeSrxGTI8hvM6zLbbLZgru6NuuPlEzrdEdUZvbDTokJ9KVG_T1FBMaycXoc1UrY8jGgm_BU4wIQe-FrXXk_D-oYF36EVj_z_NjgZW7sGMSFsSJaRJIlhUoGw9Q9mZjmm9WhPgltuc/s320/P1020693.JPG" /></a></div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-35113950838979487942010-08-29T13:04:00.000-04:002010-08-29T13:04:09.426-04:00"I'm a fun girl"Dear "fun girl" friend,<br />
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Blake and I enjoyed enlisting you on Match.com last week. I haven't laughed that hard in quite some time. I now know that anyone interested should do their prep work, such as listing one's qualities and interests. Who would have known everything could sound so generic?!<br />
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I know you were excited about the 10 e-mail recieved over one night... all weirdos? Let's remember that it signified they up all night, probably looking for future dates. Somewhat desperate. <br />
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25 more e-mails a day later doesn't sound bad. Only one of them seemed normal? Those odds sound about right. Our goal is one normal date a month, right? I think we can still meet that goal!<br />
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I did some research and wanted to share a few fun and relevant facts with you:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Facts Relevant to Online Dating:</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Women who post a photo on Internet dating sites receive twice as many email messages as women who don’t. The same study found that men who reported incomes higher than $250,000 received 156% more email than those with $50,000.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Match.com reports that 44% of its members in the United States have children.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Thirty-three percent of online daters form a relationship, 33% do not, and 33% give up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. In the online dating world, women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone “fat.” According to Ann Rule, about 3% of men are psychopaths, of which only a tiny percentage are serial killers </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. In a survey of 5,000 singles conducted by Match.com, 43% said fresh breath mattered the most before a date, 17% said stylish clothes, 15% said sexy fragrance, 14% said good skin, and 10% said great hair.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. Twenty to 40 million Americans have used online dating services. Nearly 50% of online daters are aged 18-34 and 24% are 35-44. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Approximately 48% of online daters reported that their breakups occurred via email.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. On Match.com, 132 million winks are sent out each year and members go out on a six million dates per year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. eHarmony.com boasts that 236 of its members marry each day, accounting for 2% of U.S. marriages. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. An attractive online “About Me” section in your online dating profile often includes a brief description of what you are passionate about or thankful for, a couple of things your friends say about you, qualities you are looking for in a potential partner, the first thing people notice about you (other than appearance), how you spend your leisure time, five things you can’t live without, and the latest good book you’ve read.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>General Dating Facts You May Find Relevant:</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. If a man can’t decide what to wear on a date, he might want to wear blue. Studies show that women are attracted to men in blue.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. The third week in September is National Singles Week in the U.S.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Mirroring, or repeating someone’s body language, often impresses a date because it subtly conveys interest to the other person. One should avoid copying every move, however. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. Body language studies show that revealing areas of the body that aren’t usually on display (such as the inner wrist, the inside of the upper arm, ankles, feet, inside calf muscle, and the nape of the neck) has an immediate effect on a date and shows an instant liking.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. If you want to create an instant link with a date, say his or her name at least twice in the conversation. This shows attentiveness and connectiveness.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. Studies show that remembering bits of information about a person and working them into conversations not only is highly flattering but also shows interest </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. The appropriate time to call after meeting a man or woman is hotly debated among dating experts. Typically, the ideal time to wait to call is two to four days, though no longer than four to five days. Calling too soon can appear desperate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. **Statistics show that trying to get a relationship to work with an ex doesn’t usually work. The case where it might work is if there were extenuating circumstances of the breakup, such as one of couple had been going through a family tragedy or moved. **</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. Research shows that men know they’re falling in love after just three dates, but women don’t fall in love until date 14 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. “Desperate” daters are typically always available, are clingy, need constant relationship status updates, fish for compliments, drop their standards, and rationalize bad treatment. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">11. Over 50% of all singles in America have not had a date in more than two years. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">12. Four common date blunders include showing up late, talking about yourself too much, revealing too much about your ex, and an obvious over-eagerness.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">For more information, please refer to : </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://facts.randomhistory.com/dating-and-relationship-facts.html">http://facts.randomhistory.com/dating-and-relationship-facts.html</a> </div> <br />
Wishing You the Best, <br />
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DanaThe Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-48879965906783912412010-08-25T07:00:00.005-04:002010-08-25T07:00:06.548-04:00Wordless WednesdayThank you Shawna for sharing this- a video every teenage girl should see:<br />
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<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAlTn3EuD-g?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAlTn3EuD-g?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-85501906433227145952010-08-22T18:00:00.000-04:002010-08-22T18:00:02.249-04:00Pseudo-Mom<div align="center">So, naturally people are uncertain as how to address our family unit now. Friday's was the first that I didn't see coming and really made me laugh.. there was no stifling it. "Pseudo-Mom" Very original.<br />
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Well, below are some of the pictures take on our first family vacation. We had so much fun and I definitely wouldn't trade my pseudo-Mom blessing for absolutely anything. Vacation is even more fun through a 'pre-teen'/(child)'s eyes. Plus, the relaxation was well-overdue!<br />
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<div align="center">Shannon LOVED the towel animals... and Blake and I did too!</div><br />
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<div align="center">Shannon displaying where our little voyage took us:</div><br />
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<div align="center">In Cozumel, we spent the day snorkeling along the shore in a National Park called Chankanaab Park. Although the snorkeling pictures haven't been developed yet, some of our adventures elsewhere in the park have. For example, Bingo, the sea lion, was my boyfriend for the day. I received both a kiss on the cheek and then a kiss on the kisser!</div><br />
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<div align="center">Our second port was Calica, just beside Playa del Carmen. We were a little more adventurous here in that we met a great couple from Asheville, NC just off the boat and decided to rent a jeep together. The day was spent at Tulum, Mayan ruins, as well as eating and shopping in town.<br />
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<div align="center">Food, sun, expeditions, food, pool, chess, room service, turn down service, family time, fun and FOOD all made it a great trip and oh so hard to return to reality! </div><br />
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<strong>Scene:</strong> Kroger <br />
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<strong>People:</strong> Dana, Shannon, 2 Kroger customers, 3 Kroger employees.<br />
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<strong>Action:</strong><br />
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Shannon: (standing in line, looking at candy) A grasshopper?! Would you like a grasshopper Auntie?" <br />
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Aunt Dana: (checking out) Well no, no I would not. (thinking: But the better question is, what is a large grasshopper doing inside a box of spearmint gum)<br />
(speaking to cashier, holding the box): Ma'am, do you have a trash can or other way for me to dispose of this grasshopper?<br />
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Cashier: Oh my goodness. Umm.. there's one behind me (pointing). <br />
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(Aunt Dana tries to pass the box of gum & grasshopper to cashier)<br />
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Cashier: Umm, no. I don't do those. <br />
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Aunt Dana: Well, I'll just go outside and release him then?<br />
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Cashier: Do you want buy all that?<br />
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Aunt Dana: No thank you. I do not want to buy the gum nor the grasshopper. Just want to release this guy.<br />
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Cashier: Give it to her. (points to another coworker)<br />
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(Aunt Dana assumes this must be a manager who can act more appropriately and take care of the nature inside of the grocery store)<br />
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Aunt Dana: Ma'am, a grasshopper...<br />
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Non-manager employee: Ahh! (picks up the grasshopper and drops it <u>on the floor) </u>He can just make his way out eventually.<br />
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(3 other employees stand behind her and watch and make no comment)<br />
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WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!?!<br />
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After checking out, Shannon and I obtained an extra Kroger bag and picked the poor sucker up, who kept trying to hop away from me, and released him outside... into nature and out of a grocery store. OH MY GOSH.The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-63292603505138795192010-08-20T20:08:00.002-04:002010-08-20T20:25:19.477-04:00If I were to pick one song that held the most meaning to me, without question I would choose "Don't Laugh At Me" recorded by Mark Willis for several reasons:<br /><ul><li>It was one of the first <em>songs </em>that pulled on my heartstrings.</li><li>My middle school girlfriend, Ryan L., gave me one of the most thoughful gifts I have ever received- her personal cd for a Christmas gift.</li><li>It was the song that I <em><u>always</u></em> sang to Shannon when rocking her to sleep as a baby. </li><li>It still holds my thoughts on a regular basis to this day.</li><li>And then today there was a man that reminded ,e of the truth to these bare country lyrics and humbled me once again...</li></ul><div align="center"><br />I'm a little boy with glasses<br />The one they call the geek<br />A little girl who never smiles<br />'Cause I've got braces on my teeth<br />And I know how it feels<br />To cry myself to sleep<br /><br />I'm that kid on every playground<br />Who's always chosen last<br />A single teenage mother<br />Tryin' to overcome my past<br />You don't have to be my friend<br />But is it too much to ask<br /><br />Don't laugh at me<br />Don't call me names<br />Don't get your pleasure from my pain<br />In God's eyes we're all the same<br />Someday we'll all have perfect wings<br />Don't laugh at me<br /><br />I'm the cripple on the corner<br />You've passed me on the street<br />And I wouldn't be out here beggin'<br />If I had enough to eat<br />And don't think I don't notice<br />That our eyes never meet<br /><br />I lost my wife and little boy when<br />Someone cross that yellow line<br />The day we laid them in the ground<br />Is the day I lost my mind<br />And right now I'm down to holdin'<br />This little cardboard sign...so<br /><br />Don't laugh at me<br />Don't call me names<br />Don't get your pleasure from my pain<br />In God's eyes we're all the same<br />Someday we'll all have perfect wings<br />Don't laugh at me<br /><br />I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall<br />I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey, aren't we all<br /><br />Don't laugh at me<br />Don't call me names<br />Don't get your pleasure from my pain<br />In God's eyes we're all the same<br />Someday we'll all have perfect wings<br />Don't laugh at me </div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-27562954168286065122010-08-18T19:48:00.003-04:002010-08-18T20:19:23.168-04:00Boys & Girls<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOEmvdYJtvn71b16D3SqvP3ebgzhCVoSJPye8NJW4LdoI2OZ1EtJwOtxK3dXitaxJ93PKAp2DL0JBTHM_v0PNV5P7LZcrPUgD_ux1qNhvO36l8U-ZIefc-AdLrDXmWq2JqPGzRvwwVVk/s1600/Glowsticks.JPG"><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506904022918262482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOEmvdYJtvn71b16D3SqvP3ebgzhCVoSJPye8NJW4LdoI2OZ1EtJwOtxK3dXitaxJ93PKAp2DL0JBTHM_v0PNV5P7LZcrPUgD_ux1qNhvO36l8U-ZIefc-AdLrDXmWq2JqPGzRvwwVVk/s320/Glowsticks.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#006600;"> What are little boys made of?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Snips and snails, and puppy dog tails,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">That's what little boys are made of!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDQgwGIYTZ5_rIgNMvE8yGQFB81jeawyxEx6h5KXZmeqWyXnfC0A-W53YEVe-PwEK1GA500NBMvQ0vJQXqZMhhTLSCbezQ9QRXaTgqOQ0dABLZ5IC_QhPLWpPaJQledM497RxI_uNcSk/s1600/Cabin+Crazy.JPG"><span style="color:#006600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506904018081173778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDQgwGIYTZ5_rIgNMvE8yGQFB81jeawyxEx6h5KXZmeqWyXnfC0A-W53YEVe-PwEK1GA500NBMvQ0vJQXqZMhhTLSCbezQ9QRXaTgqOQ0dABLZ5IC_QhPLWpPaJQledM497RxI_uNcSk/s320/Cabin+Crazy.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#006600;"> What are little girls made of?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Sugar and spice and everything nice,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">That's what little girls are made of!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDb6xXZs7i7o3w02abqPKP1l8_5QnaPHIuZCcrfsA4Akzm7A3ABuPARXFlewZKxUpYWBRnhxdxJy8DOJx4Yv-171N8kuJm8QHvsWG2uACefJOX4NXRiAqS0ECrsqrBOGLCurvD8OZMj54/s1600/Lake.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506904012682014290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDb6xXZs7i7o3w02abqPKP1l8_5QnaPHIuZCcrfsA4Akzm7A3ABuPARXFlewZKxUpYWBRnhxdxJy8DOJx4Yv-171N8kuJm8QHvsWG2uACefJOX4NXRiAqS0ECrsqrBOGLCurvD8OZMj54/s320/Lake.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HS0EFZR1CS0ND3xI9Q5WiaNDs89CAlttF7IRq2PmAy9jg1BvlNtFiWHRYIDxNk2hzYXGGHWrAco8zzpuVRML8k0jhjKRhd4yekG7Qtu6PgYXkcH_pyT-xtukAiA31I5VtWQH06s-S2w/s1600/Butterfly+House.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506904006826530674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HS0EFZR1CS0ND3xI9Q5WiaNDs89CAlttF7IRq2PmAy9jg1BvlNtFiWHRYIDxNk2hzYXGGHWrAco8zzpuVRML8k0jhjKRhd4yekG7Qtu6PgYXkcH_pyT-xtukAiA31I5VtWQH06s-S2w/s320/Butterfly+House.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Together, only fun and crazy memories are made..</span></strong></div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDsXoEvRUsksFXuhzUWtr__AXZic8bE0jGS4Ac6q6PuCZXyOY8VjEMtRoZw3IuXiiyRxB8PyV1_b3gRlEUCkFGnzdyIBdeZxSjVar40kChj5C5_LYzJ3j5G-b1yLrEhskNI9kCaPIxQc/s1600/Superstrong.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506903999236476978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDsXoEvRUsksFXuhzUWtr__AXZic8bE0jGS4Ac6q6PuCZXyOY8VjEMtRoZw3IuXiiyRxB8PyV1_b3gRlEUCkFGnzdyIBdeZxSjVar40kChj5C5_LYzJ3j5G-b1yLrEhskNI9kCaPIxQc/s320/Superstrong.JPG" /></a></div></div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-1298787555242658342010-04-29T21:48:00.000-04:002010-04-29T21:49:51.875-04:00I have been ridiculed by, well, everyone who knows I “have” a blog for my lack of blogging. Take this my friends (and husband), twice in one night!!!:<br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Wrinkles</strong></span> <br /><br />In January (I think) I realized that at the young age of 24, I, Dana Chambers, have real wrinkles. I flipped out. It’s not so much that wrinkles are on my face, that is inevitable, it’s the age part. This wasn’t supposed to happen for at least another 4 years. That was my estimate at least.<br /><br />My wrinkles are composed of four lines across my forehead from the constant wrinkled forehead that I hold in all facial expressions. After my discovery, I made a good faith effort to restrain from forehead-wrinkling expressions, then from all facial expressions for the reason stated before, then gave up. They are there. No lotion will do.<br /><br />Here’s the best part, I was still dealing with this fact until about two minutes ago when my adorable husband came rushing down the stairs with “Look. Dana, stop what you’re doing and look.”<br /><br />What was I looking at? Well he finally had the same awkward discovery in our small, ill-lit bathroom that I had nearly 5 months ago. He has the beginning creases of crow’s feet and they will be full form probably within the year…<br /><br />Fortunately for us both, I have always endeared people with “happy lines”. I think people look very favorable with crow’s feet. So haha to him for having wrinkles, but boo to the fact that mine make me look old and his just make him look joyful.<br /><br /><strong><u>Not</u></strong> fair at all.The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-2408993877565527672010-04-29T21:15:00.002-04:002010-04-29T21:18:12.176-04:00Sidewalk Art<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1u1WbOnUlKI1WmFvvimRKuqHNWMQExkL1zrOcOW5zIzGdNBIEyeL-rObpuJUOeBm3BeoVU8PBFJm_1eRmPm9gLxdUyWWg8UpaRXyjB9YaggUkGotk0DPqisz-sEyyf5p6txufunQ46mc/s1600/sidewalk+chalk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465733640572536562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1u1WbOnUlKI1WmFvvimRKuqHNWMQExkL1zrOcOW5zIzGdNBIEyeL-rObpuJUOeBm3BeoVU8PBFJm_1eRmPm9gLxdUyWWg8UpaRXyjB9YaggUkGotk0DPqisz-sEyyf5p6txufunQ46mc/s400/sidewalk+chalk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I wish I had our actual image to post, but perfectly timed, my camera was dead. Today Blake was disciplined by our rental property’s maintenance man. He’s a very friendly, cheerful individual but Shannon’s colorful display of sidewalk chart art was not well received.<br />See, I was under the impression that everything would wash away with rain like it did in my personal childhood memories. Therefore, Blake and I allowed our newest addition to the family, Shannon, to decorate not only our front stoop to the townhouse, but also the brick wall that contains it.<br /></div><br /><div>So… fast forward to when maintenance decided not to ask us to rub it off or spray it off with a hose. He instead brought a pressure washer and proceeded to pressure wash the entire complex- brick wall and stoops!<br /></div><br /><div>I felt very guilty when Blake shared this with me via a text message today. In fact, I decided to write a note of apology to pass along with our rent check. After coming home this evening though, I might also pass along a thank you note because the white sidewalks sure do look nice! J </div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-89586910318871125132010-01-31T20:38:00.022-05:002010-08-20T20:07:57.462-04:00Du-mates<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xffKkltqdP91Hhv3TbnI_l0s5O0PHfzpspLSdobjzOfx1ybwVbPSri-tt1Gffl7JJ0IZ-KLxieMYIyEXwKN-dX10XnPucIpPxKtaa31eu2Gzv_Y1cRVa8zmtSFvYcF6zO2YnmYgEGv4/s1600-h/All+Present.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090754187048242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xffKkltqdP91Hhv3TbnI_l0s5O0PHfzpspLSdobjzOfx1ybwVbPSri-tt1Gffl7JJ0IZ-KLxieMYIyEXwKN-dX10XnPucIpPxKtaa31eu2Gzv_Y1cRVa8zmtSFvYcF6zO2YnmYgEGv4/s400/All+Present.jpg" /></a> Well I spent the entirety of yesterday with my oh-so-wonderful roommates and one duplex neighbor from Auburn. Collectively, we refer to ourselves as du-mates. I love them each so much (and their hubbies for sharing their Saturdays)! Pictured are all the lovely ladies: Ho-J, Ging-ger and Harm, and yesterday's missing attendants are Taylor and Julieann.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6rbiBI15tKVaAEinYK-JOP7KxxtRRqh6ss5y5IafxmY3ZaFeY0yLbtTPhY4K1iZozmhKF1VdUwMLRRrAKE6kaIomLgAH2wIyFX0-FMN8pg9xaYTSvoc6LqvkGgj_X-n_ORRsV7gmkcc/s1600-h/Ice+Cream.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090684929820914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6rbiBI15tKVaAEinYK-JOP7KxxtRRqh6ss5y5IafxmY3ZaFeY0yLbtTPhY4K1iZozmhKF1VdUwMLRRrAKE6kaIomLgAH2wIyFX0-FMN8pg9xaYTSvoc6LqvkGgj_X-n_ORRsV7gmkcc/s320/Ice+Cream.bmp" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSvoNyvY9-bR7jRqLEugvYi88viFEFeho_eo89V3IXrnnQxlz5ABM4cCG7ntjrd21BgU-QAXQ45WqbdnDBN3nzBuxm-Hh8abNPLsHvNHT0amMcmxrsJuOitK2pe9F0NadX1m_AV4TRPU/s1600-h/Halloween.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090609970366962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSvoNyvY9-bR7jRqLEugvYi88viFEFeho_eo89V3IXrnnQxlz5ABM4cCG7ntjrd21BgU-QAXQ45WqbdnDBN3nzBuxm-Hh8abNPLsHvNHT0amMcmxrsJuOitK2pe9F0NadX1m_AV4TRPU/s320/Halloween.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_ISarqX9TmLVZw3FSTh6ufVc3VQ9_1xOB1khZuS0Y_AClCz9yMS5aDqPkqYwJyeueP5ooWnhrAkoYzfB8KZJu2-fk67XQnY3Rjf04XvprWedjMFRnS4JqHlwlGGJ3luruABnJjG1DE0/s1600-h/Red+Chair.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090532780025554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_ISarqX9TmLVZw3FSTh6ufVc3VQ9_1xOB1khZuS0Y_AClCz9yMS5aDqPkqYwJyeueP5ooWnhrAkoYzfB8KZJu2-fk67XQnY3Rjf04XvprWedjMFRnS4JqHlwlGGJ3luruABnJjG1DE0/s320/Red+Chair.bmp" /></a> Delilah Grace joined us as well. My niece was asking me the story of Lilah two weekends ago and it was so much fun to recall her beginnings. Lilah was all of our baby when first adopted. The name Delilah was given to annoy Ginger and Grace was given by Aunt Holly.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnOwMDSq6Kg6tmXrNFJ0cMqcrBDLoTi4wZ9autXd4bE5jIKR6ZZodo48t_qZmmaqjy9ZkmMAOedQxVU53rlxEYUva2-Rr8CR2icSKo67sufo9cHqeqKbtVe5w-0zL50CQaMTQhfOKLl0/s1600-h/Lilah+Love.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090426493298882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnOwMDSq6Kg6tmXrNFJ0cMqcrBDLoTi4wZ9autXd4bE5jIKR6ZZodo48t_qZmmaqjy9ZkmMAOedQxVU53rlxEYUva2-Rr8CR2icSKo67sufo9cHqeqKbtVe5w-0zL50CQaMTQhfOKLl0/s200/Lilah+Love.bmp" /></a>College sure was fun, but watching each others' lives progress is even more. Can't wait til the next du-mate reunion...<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxC8krmgtD1b5ttMMbSR9lpRQfUekAHcb29ar5zCQe60Lu2VcVcHGt0GrqIBXm7T4zbrnOeKsMW-eCWpE0KKQlyssIefNrTKwY9OKKOnP3iKm80n28FBJkzJtoeu0stVhtAS_oKafqOs/s1600-h/Taylor"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090314769305682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxC8krmgtD1b5ttMMbSR9lpRQfUekAHcb29ar5zCQe60Lu2VcVcHGt0GrqIBXm7T4zbrnOeKsMW-eCWpE0KKQlyssIefNrTKwY9OKKOnP3iKm80n28FBJkzJtoeu0stVhtAS_oKafqOs/s200/Taylor's+Wedding.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJZjelyNkf44Z1XOU0qFEtrbC_1ze5Qy5BvVu7xqlhDeoyI338NavxY371jXRkcchZiwI70Y5RQX8sbhVcZadGjB2XzTHfEtM1zxDMbYv6-8aZ8DYld0WKALVrccxicnD1b2gD_Mm3ek/s1600-h/wedding+pic.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433090104468869730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJZjelyNkf44Z1XOU0qFEtrbC_1ze5Qy5BvVu7xqlhDeoyI338NavxY371jXRkcchZiwI70Y5RQX8sbhVcZadGjB2XzTHfEtM1zxDMbYv6-8aZ8DYld0WKALVrccxicnD1b2gD_Mm3ek/s200/wedding+pic.jpg" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433091333988498226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9Vq5-6WSgG-pB9A3vh3DHP_hLpFHNZDco12-jTrnMk3FTz2bI67oMkUMny4ik_J55-1soGeAxhoJY0PmDHmEtSt_VAD4C2ABDemmebWoJbZ1Q1UQrKuae_V7nodS-ay2aKbVIoAAPFM/s200/Holly's+Pic.jpg" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-74831985803444555312010-01-04T17:50:00.003-05:002010-01-04T17:54:10.861-05:00FancySo, I just called one of our physicians on his cell phone. Surprisingly, he answered. Here's our conversation:<br /><br />Dana: Hi. Dr. Snoopy*?<br />Dr.: Yes?<br />Dana: This is Dana Chambers, from the hospital.<br />Dr.: Yes. Hi Dana, how are you?<br />Dana: I'm fine thanks. Listen, this is going to be a funny story…<br />Dr.: mmhmm (wondering, "how did she get my cell")<br />Dana: Earlier today when you were leaving the hospital, I was driving behind you.<br />Dr.: Oh, you were?!<br />Dana: Yes. And when your hubcaps fell off, I honked at you.<br />Dr.: Yes, you did.(!)<br />Dana: Well, I don't want you to think that we were trying to rush you. I was honking because 2 hubcaps came off and you only picked up 1.<br />Dr.: Oh they did? My gosh, this is so embarrassing.<br />Dana: Yes, well the other one rolled to other side of your car and now I have it in my office.<br />Dr.: Oh good, because those can be very expensive! etc. etc. etc.<br /><br />Turns out all people of all professions have bad days...The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-62083033479241901442009-12-31T13:34:00.003-05:002009-12-31T13:38:24.022-05:00My life-sculpting events of this past decade. I passed without any major harm.<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy New Year and Happy Birthday to Leigh-Bee!<br /></span></strong><br /><strong>2000:<br /></strong>Finished Pine Mountain Middle School. Went to the 8th grade dance with Mr. Tray Alley.<br />Began high school and volleyball.<br />Had my first kiss.<br /><br /><strong>2001:</strong><br />Gained a wonderful sister-in-law!<br />Clayton, my first nephew, was born.<br />9/11 happened. Americans were humbled. I watched the second plan crash as I was taking a history test; irony at its best.<br />Gilmore Girls formed and has remained a steady friendship base throughout the years.<br />Experienced England with my BHBC Youth Choir family and the power voices raised can have together.<br /><br /><strong>2002:</strong><br />Received my driver’s license in Polk County.<br />Held my 1st job… Bruster’s Ice Cream (& gained weight for the 1st time as well).<br />Lived in Blairsville and met the Blairsville Girls all through my dear friend Ashley.<br />Fell in love for the first time.<br />Went to Mall of America with Lulu for her birthday!<br /><br /><strong>2003:</strong><br />Had my first & last broken heart.<br />Finished my high school curriculum with honors.<br />Realized the meaning, humbleness, beauty and inequity of a 3rd world country- Nicaragua.<br /><br /><p><strong>2004:</strong><br />Walked with my Kennesaw Mountain High School class at graduation.<br />Spent the summer with “Liz Fox” in Hawaii and learned to surf.<br />Met Maxine (Lim) Sudarma and George Ng.<br />Left for college at Auburn University.<br />Had an undefeated season! War Eagle!<br />Met the love of my life, Blake Chambers.<br />Experienced Christmas in China to realize the wonder of free religion and the reality of dying for Christ’s sake, only to return to the news of a Tsunami killing 200,000 people.<br /><br /><strong>2005:</strong><br />Discovered the things I love, on my own- cooking, traveling, reading, family, friends and loving on others.<br />Hurricane Katrina came and destroyed. I learned what should really matter; the rest can go at any time.<br />Met my future, wonderful in-laws and my favorite “Californian Asian parents” :).<br /><br /><strong>2006:</strong><br />Spent the summer at Orphanage Emmanuel in Guaimaca, Honduras with Lauralove. Child-like faith really is a marvelous thing.<br />I shared breakfast with Tiffany.<br />I moved in with and lived with my du-mates for life~ Ho-J, Gin-ger and Harm.<br />Luke, Blake's first nephew, was born.</p><p><br /><strong>2007:</strong><br />Delilah Grace, my precious puppy, found me.<br />Both Ethan and TJ, my nephews were born.<br />Graduated with honors from Auburn.<br />Spent the summer of a lifetime backpacking in Europe with Lauralove and K.R.!!<br />Friends starting getting married!?!<br />Moved to Birmingham, on my own and off the Lester payroll…<br />Began grad school at UAB<br /></p><p><strong>2008:</strong><br />Blake proposed and I said yes!<br />I said “I do” to the most wonderful, patient, creative and loving man I know.<br />Blake graduated from Auburn.<br /><br /><strong>2009:</strong><br />Blake, (Lilah), and I moved to LaGrange, GA to begin our life together and began new careers.<br />Owen, our most recent nephew, was born.</p>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-79443975940732639852009-12-19T17:51:00.002-05:002009-12-19T18:00:49.627-05:00Hot ChocolateHere comes my third (very late) post in honor of some of my closest, and dearest friends- Charlotte and Chayse Myers, Katie Walton and Leigh Foster.<br /><br />Homemade Hot Cocoa:<br />(24 servings)<br /><ul><li>6 1/2 cups powdered milk</li><li>1 (5 oz.) package non-instant chocolate pudding mix</li><li>1 cup Nesquik </li><li>1/2 cup powdered non-dairy creamer (I use French Vanilla)</li><li>1/2 cup confectioners' sugar</li><li>1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder</li></ul><ol><li>In a large bowl, combine all. Divide the mixture between two 1-quart jars. These can be stored in a dry area for up to three months.</li><li>Dissolve 1/3 cup cocoa mix in 1 cup hot milk (or water).</li></ol><p> </p><p>Merry Christmas! I love you all (plus Collins, Charter, Kathleen, and Sarah & Wes) and am thankful we got to spend a little time together today :)</p>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-32656853751088591092009-07-05T17:16:00.008-04:002009-07-05T17:40:43.526-04:00CeLebRatIoN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionl76mzvGNEHKaa1TUKqYpiiDp2QlenTx7tblc9sW_j8rdRIrEpKMRaUli6J8agI5lCKPfz8FVJCczRKEGXRWk1RWiYdztFWGwbD2Iath3-ZChzbVLhDMLJyVhO8Uh4y0Axk-kaKK2dc/s1600-h/banksy-again.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionl76mzvGNEHKaa1TUKqYpiiDp2QlenTx7tblc9sW_j8rdRIrEpKMRaUli6J8agI5lCKPfz8FVJCczRKEGXRWk1RWiYdztFWGwbD2Iath3-ZChzbVLhDMLJyVhO8Uh4y0Axk-kaKK2dc/s320/banksy-again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355088808704960370" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Happy 25<sup>th</sup> birthday Blake!! As hard as I try, my poor husband never gets <i>exactly</i> what he asks for. Last year for his birthday we were living in separate cities and so I drove on a Tuesday night to surprise him with a birthday cake! A Italian Wedding Cake to be exact. That dang thing was quite complicated and took entirely too much time but I wanted him to have his favorite for his birthday… </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >He had no idea what type of cake it was. Turns out his favorite is Italian CREAM Cake, my bad.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >This year I asked him last week what he would like and he asked for his Mom’s kahlua cheesecake… mmmmm… I lovingly obliged his request and made his special birthday cake ahead of time only to realize it didn’t look quite right. I couldn’t place the problem until we both realized that his Mom’s cake is chocolate, and my creation was not. Ahhhh…</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >I have no quality pictures of Blake’s milestone birthday seeing as how I have managed to misplace our camera. But I would like to celebrate his birthday and a few other special days that fall in this week as well by posting my favorite pictures of everyone:</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Px1vAj_m-KyPQIDvoTrvXZxDOsjZ6Rqk-IpxdArvhuBR2RSpe_94HTj3dcQO8Mt0Btvgk_FOrR6b-SrTuKycL61_KaXIo4FXewWR60ygeAuD5O2NrRlKdz4DkF78OBrgIqkZQIAHUlo/s1600-h/Dana&Blake_11.1.08_137.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Px1vAj_m-KyPQIDvoTrvXZxDOsjZ6Rqk-IpxdArvhuBR2RSpe_94HTj3dcQO8Mt0Btvgk_FOrR6b-SrTuKycL61_KaXIo4FXewWR60ygeAuD5O2NrRlKdz4DkF78OBrgIqkZQIAHUlo/s320/Dana&Blake_11.1.08_137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355093185342246770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPO6WTZ__yfJv3fOOK2vn1dPjsRLohFr1ULNGdRqc3FMVESgAFO3RzmIhU-FBEnJugwLqPEd-Yg0WW-0SNHEcUCvsM6AeI3crmgtlsDLqhSCJYaPv0IyWwGhStHkfx0cm4eoehTuTU-Q/s1600-h/Dana&Blake_engagement_30.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPO6WTZ__yfJv3fOOK2vn1dPjsRLohFr1ULNGdRqc3FMVESgAFO3RzmIhU-FBEnJugwLqPEd-Yg0WW-0SNHEcUCvsM6AeI3crmgtlsDLqhSCJYaPv0IyWwGhStHkfx0cm4eoehTuTU-Q/s200/Dana&Blake_engagement_30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355090830302902850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynw4EP4AIjzBK3J4xOLcWUB4sOd6lB5nUf6AXvJ016oLDQDF7UvP5HrmrTy-D_6RUUaFYRrO47dzM6U4FnMZpfbHPbwN2_ch6PK4NV3MA2yWzMXjdyN0kC9Rr46zffzgR4xmpM0Uux0Y/s1600-h/Max"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynw4EP4AIjzBK3J4xOLcWUB4sOd6lB5nUf6AXvJ016oLDQDF7UvP5HrmrTy-D_6RUUaFYRrO47dzM6U4FnMZpfbHPbwN2_ch6PK4NV3MA2yWzMXjdyN0kC9Rr46zffzgR4xmpM0Uux0Y/s200/Max" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355092191187313362" border="0" /></a></div><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><br /><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132271887010606698.post-76580329105624534882009-07-02T22:55:00.000-04:002009-07-02T22:57:07.404-04:00There<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The daily devotional I follow reminded me of a forgotten truth last week. It read, “Someone has called Elijah's journey the place called there”. <span> </span>In 1 Kings, God always directed Elijah to go ‘there’ or for a widow to feed Elijah ‘there’ and later the house of Cornelius was ‘there’ to Peter. God is always letting us know where ‘there’ is in our lives so He can sustain and bless us. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">‘There” might not always be the place we would naturally choose, however, the greatest blessing occurs when we are obedient and go. I have been exceptionally blessed in going to those places that are not in <i>my</i> plan and being reminded of those experiences is just humbling. Most unpredictable calling was China. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">I am so blessed. I have married my perfect mate, been accepted into a God-fearing family, and now serving a great employer in our new home town. Blake and I love LaGrange and am confident that we are <i>there</i> and there is nothing sweeter than being in God’s good and perfect will. </span></p>The Chambers and Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17765751371280984534noreply@blogger.com0