tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75949330576344046742024-02-07T00:30:08.832-06:00I Heart...ramblings about things, people, places I loveBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-2407375641950282692009-08-11T15:49:00.003-05:002009-08-11T16:04:43.258-05:00Hannah's TablesMy sister has been looking for a coffee table for her apartment for over a year. She's like me a little bit in that she is picky enough to do without, rather than settle on something that she doesn't love. I found two mid-century end tables at a garage sale a couple of months ago. There was a little boy "helping" out at the sale and when I asked how much the tables were he excitedly yelled "twenty dollars!". I could tell the mom wasn't thrilled with his assessment of the worth of these tables, but I walked away with a pretty good deal! I thought that putting these two tables side by side would make a unique coffee table and my sister agreed. So, we began sanding, spraying paint, resanding, buying more paint, etc. etc. until we got to an antiqued look that I think we are both happy with. Here is the before and after!<br />BEFORE<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3rUEOCHLxt_bTBxVq4PizexoureWFdjmiyQ0ab9Hk7pq51VPeWm1n54vryBSTQIUYVgNZr6o2svl378K1N378LLIr4rhRZliuvnE7V61FTev8cNALuFrLS6jsdU8dI8SWPhyphenhyphencuggYICu/s1600-h/hannahtables+001.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/AVvXsEiA3rUEOCHLxt_bTBxVq4PizexoureWFdjmiyQ0ab9Hk7pq51VPeWm1n54vryBSTQIUYVgNZr6o2svl378K1N378LLIr4rhRZliuvnE7V61FTev8cNALuFrLS6jsdU8dI8SWPhyphenhyphencuggYICu/s320/hannahtables+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368813321681887106" border="0"></a><br /><br />AFTER<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7iDzplv_cFMn4dmGvD13WsAcF2kZfwcOUmp7cwGPyn8KUUO0rvsgvv7r9I6hxpxgIALP8CPWtfQyaCnmeTAg1PL3i2pzQS0-yas7USaUah9MMGV2N3i3wDQnrTwka8UJu6od3ilnkgj-/s1600-h/Hannahs+tables+007.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/AVvXsEiR7iDzplv_cFMn4dmGvD13WsAcF2kZfwcOUmp7cwGPyn8KUUO0rvsgvv7r9I6hxpxgIALP8CPWtfQyaCnmeTAg1PL3i2pzQS0-yas7USaUah9MMGV2N3i3wDQnrTwka8UJu6od3ilnkgj-/s320/Hannahs+tables+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368813330079841858" border="0"></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-55838354706194597132009-04-02T15:01:00.003-05:002009-04-02T15:04:43.462-05:00I heart the zoo.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWk3DYZlpF1mlLoAo2H4fKdbwlscoQ2ontHMlF9aVh24Vmoa8HLCL07VWdKRTbQdfsiylOHDji0mn8v8EUG_C1W2k4v3TXeQoEXHIUFVwQDFu347C58Z6l6OccyPbsYYlRTsA3NTozhQ-/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWk3DYZlpF1mlLoAo2H4fKdbwlscoQ2ontHMlF9aVh24Vmoa8HLCL07VWdKRTbQdfsiylOHDji0mn8v8EUG_C1W2k4v3TXeQoEXHIUFVwQDFu347C58Z6l6OccyPbsYYlRTsA3NTozhQ-/s320/DSC02181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320187366104337746" /></a><br />Animals are neat, but my favorite part of the zoo is the nature. Look at those buds... gorgeous!Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-1199731235416875932009-03-13T15:08:00.001-05:002009-03-13T15:10:17.541-05:00I heart procrastinating.I just looked at the date of my first post. Almost one year ago. I have posted about 7 whole entries since then. Yet, many minutes of each day are taken up with my thoughts on blogging, how I will blog, what I will blog about, what my blog will look like, how I will learn to blog better. I am sick.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-43197453998119209112009-03-09T11:12:00.002-05:002009-03-09T11:17:21.856-05:00I heart this kitchen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDWeSl0J-HG5ydk6iIjs2P6HedxAC3HQobBQ2C4hyxmsrBmggnH4wXTswUj5eUIIOudXsndlUusNK0BDCzwSs34PnxHeTQC0RE_Zzz_u4Gw9sucBW728Jfv2b27cl749LZGpkDgpd0uty/s1600-h/kitch+idea.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDWeSl0J-HG5ydk6iIjs2P6HedxAC3HQobBQ2C4hyxmsrBmggnH4wXTswUj5eUIIOudXsndlUusNK0BDCzwSs34PnxHeTQC0RE_Zzz_u4Gw9sucBW728Jfv2b27cl749LZGpkDgpd0uty/s400/kitch+idea.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311222650574091394" /></a>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-51534739434295645772009-01-25T17:55:00.002-06:002009-01-25T18:17:26.264-06:00Let The Morning Come Is Here!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NP9O1FwpCGI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NP9O1FwpCGI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-64666252311387662452008-11-19T19:42:00.002-06:002008-11-19T19:44:18.934-06:00Biggest Loser theologyTrainer extraordinaire Jilian Michaels said the following to a Biggest Loser contestant last night: "Pain is fear leaving the body". Not sure how biblically accurate that might be but it raised a good point to me that fear and pain are definitely related in some way. Made me think. Thanks Jilian! Now will you come train me?Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-85615961860863280522008-04-14T15:54:00.003-05:002009-01-25T18:18:53.057-06:00Day Off BluesGrace is grounded this week. No need for details, but suffice it to say playing is still more fun than chores and homework! You gotta hate it when a day off for teacher in-service falls on a grounded week! As she was half asleep and I was telling her good-bye before I left for work, I reminded her that she couldn't play with the neighborhood kids today. Then I asked her to call me when she was fully awake and I would give her "some things to do". We all know that meant chores. I have to hand it to her... she laughed instead of grumbling and said "Like that is going to make me feel better about being grounded?!" Smart girl.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-64924895179600674682008-04-14T15:44:00.003-05:002008-04-14T15:53:37.706-05:00Game Day Snack Attack<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVpPuNDu2SOl5efTRplRiObrgWGvUvcfTYUwj1faiDAFPCtWChn3DVn813MMKpLJvUlYN4Qsu7ERRUE2m9372LxBMorcGnzg9ySaTrCsBLbCGVm3VEVtEJy7KHe9MHEipBsBiplkpdXcX_/s1600-h/iphone+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189206961119072162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVpPuNDu2SOl5efTRplRiObrgWGvUvcfTYUwj1faiDAFPCtWChn3DVn813MMKpLJvUlYN4Qsu7ERRUE2m9372LxBMorcGnzg9ySaTrCsBLbCGVm3VEVtEJy7KHe9MHEipBsBiplkpdXcX_/s320/iphone+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsRNvou9vwCa25sUyjgrQmdFPePsVIjvbW2LgUb8atb7KVZIB4_iS-CDuRB_qkLBmVQGcIlWznviq15mowNhIGCh3SMVtlAFW4ydkiCHpdwmUSi4VmuAeOUDHpxr_IhPH41DFmgnliNuP/s1600-h/IMG_0130%5B1%5D"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-20069178032334925742008-04-10T09:20:00.002-05:002008-04-10T09:22:31.486-05:00Morning declarationGrant: "Mommy, I killed a tickle bug in my room with my shoe. My shoe wasn't on my foot -- I just used it to stomp the tickle bug dead. Then I tore off its abdomen."Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594933057634404674.post-62998605210596629602008-04-08T15:44:00.000-05:002008-04-08T15:46:13.911-05:00Oh LordThat is what D said when I told him I might start a blog.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00909367190703109664noreply@blogger.com0