tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53207079615212678872024-03-13T08:47:57.367-05:00PandemoniumA little bit of crazy never left me wanting. Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-86792816243581815762014-01-06T22:18:00.001-06:002014-01-06T22:25:58.038-06:00Love in Choices Here's my confession for the day: Before I met my husband I hated marriage.<br />
I'm serious. I should have been in protesting it in the 1960's, I probably would have burned a bra or something.<br />
<br />
I hated marriage because I hadn't seen enough of them work. One of the few good examples I had was my brother and my sister-in-law, who I should have been spending much more time with. The other marriages that I witnessed were either failing or dead. They all contained completely different variables too. Some had married in their early twenties, some had gotten married in their 30's and 40's. Others had been married for 6 months and were already ripping each other's throats out. Still some had been married for decades and seemed to just be holding on for nostalgias sake. I didn't like marriage, I didn't want family. It all seemed up to the fickle hand of fate. No one taught me about marriage, and I was hurt by someone else's marriage, why would I want one of my own when another couple's marriage could cause me so much pain?<br />
<br />
At that time I wasn't healthy enough to deal with that pain, I liked having the it there for the familiarity. It was safe. It was what I knew at that point. Trying to face the hurt seemed like more work than it was worth, at least at that time. But then I went to college, I got away from home. I made new friends, and I met my husband. Neither one of us had any idea at the time. C'est la vie.<br />
<br />
On the opposite side my husband has always loved marriage and family and *insert fart noise here*<br />
<br />
Long story short we grew very close, he broke down my barriers. He took me to get frozen custard when I was upset (ANDY'S TILL I DIE), he never expected more than my fragile heart could give, and he loved unconditionally. He really did. He reminded me how important love and healing is.<br />
<br />
More importantly I learned that love is a choice. He was my choice because I knew that he was worth more than anyone else. My relationship with him would have to change if I ever married someone else, and that wasn't an option. He's just that good. We didn't "fall in love" like it was some accident. We chose to love each other and we continue to choose it every day. There are days when all the emotion in the world backs that choice up, and there are days when... well there are days when it's just not that way.
And that's where most of us seem to get caught off guard. It's not a fairytale, trust me it's not. It's not a magical feeling. Emotions are side-effects. They are neither good nor bad, they are neutral.<br />
<br />
Neutral doesn't rule my choices, I rule my choices.<br />
<br />
That's why I married my husband, because I know that he doesn't give up. He makes definite choices. He made a choice to choose to love me and to always choose it.
Now when I see someone getting divorced and they say, "We just fell out of love" I want to call them out on it. Because love is never an accident and neither is the lack of it. Your love is always your choice. That's why you should never choose lightly and think deeply about it before you get married, because it is life-long. I got married because my choice was made, as was my husband's.<br />
<br />
Marriage at a young age isn't the essential cause of the high divorce rate of America, it's only a symptom. The cause is a systemic problem with the way our culture views love, as a fairytale that happens by chance.<br />
<br />
P.S. This is obviously a response to all of the recent media criticism of young marriages, not saying it's always a good idea, I just think they're missing a piece. *tada<br />
<br />
P.P.S. I'll give you a Snikers bar if you tell me how many variations of the word "choice" I used in this blog.<br />
<br />
P.P.P.S. Heather you are extremely repetitive. Get a grip.Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-89808518437179382362013-09-10T13:36:00.000-05:002013-09-10T18:16:05.652-05:00Hope <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There’s been a lot of discussion about morality, modesty, role-models, and the like since the VMA’s. It’s been overwhelming, at times, to see the backlash coming from almost every community you can imagine. Everyone seems to be screaming from the rooftops their outrage about her actions, others calmly appealing to the masses to offer forgiveness in light of her troubles, and still others have chosen to quietly express themselves to the private circles that know them best. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Morality has never been an easy subject. It never will be. Morality is a mixed bag of fact, fiction, feelings, circumstances, and life stories. It’s this mixed bag that allows the world to feel and react differently to everything around them. The person who witnesses a drive by shooting has a different view than the person who committed it, than the person who knew the victim, than the police officer who reports it. There are far too many variables to really judge who was right and who was wrong, right? Now I realize that extremes do produce different reactions than ones that are not as severe, but it’s those reactions that make us individuals who are capable of making our own interpretations of the world around us. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wish things like this in our world didn’t exist. As a woman, who does eventually want a family, events like this horrify me. I don’t want my children to see things like that when they’re too young to realize that sometimes what looks cool isn’t good for them. I also don’t want my future children to be sheltered little weirdo’s who aren’t allowed to make their own decisions and go off of the deep end when they’re adults. I want to find a balance. I want to use those confusing and impressionable times as learning moments and as times to allow them to be their own person and to decide through facts what they believe. I want my children to be objective thinkers like my husband. I want them to empathize with people like I do. I don’t want them to disregard individual circumstances. I want them to see them and let them appropriately color how they view the world around them. I want them to know that there are, indeed, two sides to every story, but they need to know that there is fact and fiction on each and every side. They need to know how to discern truth and ignore lies. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope and pray for my future children in this way. I pray that my husband and I will have them when we’re old enough to care for them and teach them, but young enough to not tire of their energy and questions. I pray for my patience of them, even now! (And I am the furthest thing from ‘ready for kids’ that you’re likely to see). I know I can’t change the world that will constantly be around them, but I hope that the home that my husband and I provide for them is safe enough for comfort but open enough for discovery. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It’s important to talk about cultural events that want to make mothers and fathers everywhere pull their hair out in frustration. It’s vital because we need to see the unfortunate to realize all of the hope that is in our lives. For every VMA night there’s a strong woman around me that I can trust to be someone that any future daughter of mine can look to, admire, and learn from. For all of the injustices in this world there are beautiful events that remind us that the world does have so much goodness left to offer. There will always be bad in the world, but my future sons will have men around them to show them how to be a man and to respect the women that they chose to love. When discussions about morality arise I do have my opinions, my ideas, and my truths; above all I have hope that goodness has always been, even in just one person. This may sound crazy to a lot of people, but hope is essential to our survival and our mental health. I am positively convinced of it. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Ps. For a real mom's persepctive read <a href="http://www.myshineproject.com/2013/09/after-storm-of-miley-cyrus-i-now-have.html" target="_blank">this</a>. via: The Shine Project. </span>Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-19214963767335843972013-08-24T12:21:00.002-05:002013-08-28T11:51:41.594-05:00The Random Adventurer <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUspaVvYkDuYvvU7F_R4-neiE9BjkTUJPHsLZSWxieRZ_n-xTxLBeDAvsSNq4zSNU8622L-kCknjeBYq0lWDjNKmw5AarD3iN8pOkrYccSgAeD2Oiq4FiWEMF2eCcr2ZZ-CMnjU5EKSFQ/s1600/Amanda3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUspaVvYkDuYvvU7F_R4-neiE9BjkTUJPHsLZSWxieRZ_n-xTxLBeDAvsSNq4zSNU8622L-kCknjeBYq0lWDjNKmw5AarD3iN8pOkrYccSgAeD2Oiq4FiWEMF2eCcr2ZZ-CMnjU5EKSFQ/s1600/Amanda3.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Meet my absolutely darling friend Amanda. She is beyond wonderful in every way and she always embraces my crazy antics, probably because I always embrace hers as well. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Sd45qVM8S0U4oVAF-m6iuFpKFN7EQyQNRt4mTrxE6Wl0KCIfa7msRxkpjlQ2KXRYK15dt0ZPwmRo10UD8yU_FwdUjnjVHnyPFut8h0yhjpPiV7py9u5UuNUtTVtHeki08Fqjffa4NwQ/s1600/sunset2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Sd45qVM8S0U4oVAF-m6iuFpKFN7EQyQNRt4mTrxE6Wl0KCIfa7msRxkpjlQ2KXRYK15dt0ZPwmRo10UD8yU_FwdUjnjVHnyPFut8h0yhjpPiV7py9u5UuNUtTVtHeki08Fqjffa4NwQ/s1600/sunset2.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We have known each other since she was a little freshman in college and have only gotten closer as the years go by. (It really helps that we live in the same city). </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0o-cmWIeKjNh2KobB4Lh8svDI2mXjVjSqNZbEXEWX5HQChxSY5evloS3cfeXiW_VHIW7ptAy1CS_EnTAs97SDcI47Ij9P71lQa6gJPUcDfwO-rrgP8-vwsuVSp3YFk_jkPphb25JxYc/s1600/Amanda1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0o-cmWIeKjNh2KobB4Lh8svDI2mXjVjSqNZbEXEWX5HQChxSY5evloS3cfeXiW_VHIW7ptAy1CS_EnTAs97SDcI47Ij9P71lQa6gJPUcDfwO-rrgP8-vwsuVSp3YFk_jkPphb25JxYc/s1600/Amanda1.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I never knew how much this friendship would really mean to me until she was one of "my girls" when I was a Resident Assistant in college. As an RA I wanted to make an impact on every one of the wonderful women on my hall, but there were just a few who reached back to me. Amanda was one of those girls. It was an honor to earn her respect and her friendship, it's not a gift given lightly and it's one of the things I deeply admire about this girl. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KkZUm67n-kcQJoKDaE07GYUC8gvrRaFIrmCTfHjBZ74AjYZyrRWw9p9OZP3H9_HLfxWgZWSX_mmFrZcaZVzxpLfEB7YXliDl_jxU05xhq8RlfqnpA69X6-JeIf2UjyJn3zV_xpThPEY/s1600/bwamanda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KkZUm67n-kcQJoKDaE07GYUC8gvrRaFIrmCTfHjBZ74AjYZyrRWw9p9OZP3H9_HLfxWgZWSX_mmFrZcaZVzxpLfEB7YXliDl_jxU05xhq8RlfqnpA69X6-JeIf2UjyJn3zV_xpThPEY/s1600/bwamanda.jpg" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
She is a learner, includer, adventurer, world changer, and a deeply introverted and lovable old soul. She reaches out to the little odd ducks that not very many people want to reach, it's one of the major ways that we are alike. We're both odd ducks, who reach out to other odd ducks, and take them underneath awkward wing. Fabulous, if you ask me. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_vAwX0z5UvzK23S4utZYZ7ZRzwCt1HfqwCaNHFN5LAjQHM8egA4fKNgLdmd9TWdWUbyBbWfTqBVNYcOW9Zqnra63lqVEoC-eN50bVlju8kRBkYAAjeqdAilP0tJP_sursa-nE8zUPhcI/s1600/Heather1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_vAwX0z5UvzK23S4utZYZ7ZRzwCt1HfqwCaNHFN5LAjQHM8egA4fKNgLdmd9TWdWUbyBbWfTqBVNYcOW9Zqnra63lqVEoC-eN50bVlju8kRBkYAAjeqdAilP0tJP_sursa-nE8zUPhcI/s1600/Heather1.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
She also has an eye for pictures and anything creative. She took this shot. LOVE. These pictures were a result of 2 hard work days culminating into 1 phone call from me to her, "COME TAKE PICTURES WITH ME! ADVENTURE!!!!!" We drove out of town until the sun was low enough and until we found a field pretty enough. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xo_wy39RJd09dMR5eT5szBdT_zWunTzLT63t4TAqcrAEWJnzcoSQza4r2LCO_WqGAdnkZdqPx59qR8u6KDFYLDQakGQXID_Av269eF5imjYCenBhn8O_yeTE1lbji0zwRDi_XxMYsLQ/s1600/Amanda2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xo_wy39RJd09dMR5eT5szBdT_zWunTzLT63t4TAqcrAEWJnzcoSQza4r2LCO_WqGAdnkZdqPx59qR8u6KDFYLDQakGQXID_Av269eF5imjYCenBhn8O_yeTE1lbji0zwRDi_XxMYsLQ/s1600/Amanda2.jpg" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
We tried to find the elusive owner of this field to ask permission to take pictures, which included knocking on doors, and more driving around. I refuse to go onto someone's private property without permission. I would like to never experience a gun shot wound if I can help it. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LhW60dEQcW4k5oLeskF4uyBJZrazqZrxD2EKk5VT-OOS6yayhAVclW5HQhGXW6PJO1dkUWpO9D50o8O3feMyxNcfjIbRmdig5Ly6AKXVSWHokXTBLSP9u5zormQ8QQacV-VL5Cts5iQ/s1600/Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LhW60dEQcW4k5oLeskF4uyBJZrazqZrxD2EKk5VT-OOS6yayhAVclW5HQhGXW6PJO1dkUWpO9D50o8O3feMyxNcfjIbRmdig5Ly6AKXVSWHokXTBLSP9u5zormQ8QQacV-VL5Cts5iQ/s1600/Sunset.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
It was beautiful and a perfect way to have good conversation and de-stress from the work week. Thank God for Amandas who put up with crazy Heathers. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMo__ZeKTwkagbHuog7Kz6EcMH3qmFa1BhGA5ZpW1qEsdNfbcJauCFpBUr6ydYWPoYr59zq3GdqV1fATRLqcV7SjmhJlkwzlOdfqYmOOs5R5sQMf0K1gvyd3ZMGObeasrT_MnK_NtFoU/s1600/Heather2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMo__ZeKTwkagbHuog7Kz6EcMH3qmFa1BhGA5ZpW1qEsdNfbcJauCFpBUr6ydYWPoYr59zq3GdqV1fATRLqcV7SjmhJlkwzlOdfqYmOOs5R5sQMf0K1gvyd3ZMGObeasrT_MnK_NtFoU/s1600/Heather2.jpg" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
It was so good that I danced. Here's the pancake, my signature move. </div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
*Flippin' pancakes, makin' breakfast* </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUBcTrhTLHh_v1mRKX9GWGioNI1Pbs1ITbT_fQgESkheqBBGZ1-RSVSTcYktSkfZT3FgBKai4t90XbvCn9bIZmT2SmLSMIxdf84CqYG9-DXY5m72VmvwXeGeSKR501WwbdzyVf8q4DKo/s1600/Trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUBcTrhTLHh_v1mRKX9GWGioNI1Pbs1ITbT_fQgESkheqBBGZ1-RSVSTcYktSkfZT3FgBKai4t90XbvCn9bIZmT2SmLSMIxdf84CqYG9-DXY5m72VmvwXeGeSKR501WwbdzyVf8q4DKo/s1600/Trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUBcTrhTLHh_v1mRKX9GWGioNI1Pbs1ITbT_fQgESkheqBBGZ1-RSVSTcYktSkfZT3FgBKai4t90XbvCn9bIZmT2SmLSMIxdf84CqYG9-DXY5m72VmvwXeGeSKR501WwbdzyVf8q4DKo/s1600/Trees.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Amanda, my dear, you are beautiful and amazing. I am beyond thankful for your friendship and everything that it is shifting and transforming into. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
XOXO,</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<span style="text-align: center;">Heather </span></div>
<br />Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-56471105689260851742013-07-27T13:29:00.004-05:002013-07-27T13:33:07.758-05:00A word from the author <div style="text-align: justify;">
Hello, my hame is Heather Visser, welcome to my little bite of the internet. Thoughts, pictures, lots of coffee, family, and friends is what you'll most likely find in my little world. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSK3RpdhhL8OtdV8OCeD-3YPw26e7cTiVf9hQB-lxSmjFB0j0r98lRPKWI38bkPu-0htcQZ_TRWNAEwRSgN9o-azHHe6ns0Zhje6MFY7goCB9hFLRxtVbWdVIB3CL6wzL1MIvXZ6xrLA/s1600/Heather3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSK3RpdhhL8OtdV8OCeD-3YPw26e7cTiVf9hQB-lxSmjFB0j0r98lRPKWI38bkPu-0htcQZ_TRWNAEwRSgN9o-azHHe6ns0Zhje6MFY7goCB9hFLRxtVbWdVIB3CL6wzL1MIvXZ6xrLA/s640/Heather3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I am a young 20-something on a career path in the health field, although that is not where I intended myself to be, it is where I am at. Life and the Lord have a way of throwing curves at you like that; I wouldn't have it any other way. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8kjfO7YBIfSDhJbquYGLjgQzpIIyLGM7NOE-j4b6aEXWXV48nF5ynyostbL0uEHOr8QsUMcHVr8hPKX7xiuBgNPMBiAs96TNfjZxKpR2sMIL6dX-CFiO77kPsYQklrccBLLRD7MFCgc/s1600/Heather1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8kjfO7YBIfSDhJbquYGLjgQzpIIyLGM7NOE-j4b6aEXWXV48nF5ynyostbL0uEHOr8QsUMcHVr8hPKX7xiuBgNPMBiAs96TNfjZxKpR2sMIL6dX-CFiO77kPsYQklrccBLLRD7MFCgc/s640/Heather1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I love books, re-watching my favorite movies (at least a dozen times), documentaries, music, my curly head of hair, and being around people that know me well. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjvF6nOVOeFP-oFEBFaDvf4ZW34xlfMnGtRmrvJvizeD9yvP1etBzKaF-k4sgzW2JIcVJCCixjVdQ09pQFutS48Mw_qA3AXBem1S025ZeAXOcZKGLE3s2cIzLmKDCZZr0ONnJrW90UB4/s1600/Heather2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjvF6nOVOeFP-oFEBFaDvf4ZW34xlfMnGtRmrvJvizeD9yvP1etBzKaF-k4sgzW2JIcVJCCixjVdQ09pQFutS48Mw_qA3AXBem1S025ZeAXOcZKGLE3s2cIzLmKDCZZr0ONnJrW90UB4/s640/Heather2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<span style="text-align: start;">I am happily married to my best friend. I know a lot of people say that but literally, we were best friends before we ever dated and after being in that blissful situation I don't know why I tried dating any other way. Silly Heather. We are currently midwestern dwellers with our eyes on the horizon for our next step. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqIAW3BN75c-Fw1YHYDx1GuTetDQEV04on7iWRs0JstNEuRUkl2REg_Lp-27GqIEI_2a10S4Sf35-fhU7uhhyphenhyphen1pEjI7tBKQHDKtAipdat9a1FeOQZQ8ht3MgtbEDUukdyCoI-qYAW-M4/s1600/Heather4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqIAW3BN75c-Fw1YHYDx1GuTetDQEV04on7iWRs0JstNEuRUkl2REg_Lp-27GqIEI_2a10S4Sf35-fhU7uhhyphenhyphen1pEjI7tBKQHDKtAipdat9a1FeOQZQ8ht3MgtbEDUukdyCoI-qYAW-M4/s640/Heather4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
My husband is from Michigan, as his little sister <a href="http://heathernl.blogspot.com/2013/07/stlouis-part-3-aleena.html" target="_blank">Aleena</a> would put it: "The mitten that holds my heart." He is fiercely protective of those that he loves, wise, gentle, and very loving. I am blessed to be married to such a man and to be included into the Visser family. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCCLPL4PODug9SOxy6WLQwqldQkfoopoycRiemcyIuUMaui3V5abpQaPkT-SkH3CbOqR0iVJn-LCBAc6-XxCf0NagIjD2SUg56q6Abvv-lR_ytm8UYUYd9leksBVLNhBrmx0978VIZAU/s1600/Heather5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCCLPL4PODug9SOxy6WLQwqldQkfoopoycRiemcyIuUMaui3V5abpQaPkT-SkH3CbOqR0iVJn-LCBAc6-XxCf0NagIjD2SUg56q6Abvv-lR_ytm8UYUYd9leksBVLNhBrmx0978VIZAU/s640/Heather5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
To see more of my daily life feel free to follow me on <a href="http://instagram.com/heathernicole02" target="_blank">Instagram</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/heathernicole02" target="_blank">Twitter</a>. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Feel free to send me an email as well (heathernvisser@gmail.com). I shall never tire of meeting new faces and hearing all of your beautiful stories. Welcome to my little world, thanks for sharing in it. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Note: all of the beautiful pictures were taken by lovely sister-in-law <a href="https://twitter.com/nennaviss" target="_blank">Jenna</a>, she's <a href="http://heathernl.blogspot.com/2013/07/stlouis-part-2.html" target="_blank">wonderful</a>. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<br />Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-8338545429750039892013-07-20T15:21:00.004-05:002013-07-21T10:33:45.200-05:00St.Louis Part 3: Aleena <div style="text-align: justify;">
Aleena is always good for quotes, this trip was no exception: </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Me: "Unhappy Heathers are the worst type of Heathers." </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Aleena: "NO! 17 year old red-headed cheerleaders are the worst type of Heathers!" </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
One morning: "Will you get me ready? Like when you're little and you don't have to get yourself ready?" </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Always hilarious. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Zoo pictures are coming up in part 4 of what now feels like an infinite series of St.Louis. (I warned you that I took well over 600 photos didn't I)? Aleena was so excited about the baby elephant at the zoo and the cheetah. She is the world traveler of the family and went to Kenya this summer for a missions trip and saw them out in the wild.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
We didn't see the baby elephant but we did see a cheetah flaunt himself with a researcher cheering him on right next to us. He was fun to talk to. Aleena was enraptured. So incredible. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Now for everyone else to be enraptured by the goofiest and most incredible model that is Aleena Visser. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxZ2fKxz3nypjMv2A00Ue7mituHkJ851ba61gpBb3ZE34hYKudafVJH7Mo904qsSB_Mn_zrpQummdJdu5OtVIHdLiuWmXnhsHFBYdTPYW-PJg2hodwsAkz5O6O5fZaZVbaQnuuSvQ9zY/s1600/Aleena1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxZ2fKxz3nypjMv2A00Ue7mituHkJ851ba61gpBb3ZE34hYKudafVJH7Mo904qsSB_Mn_zrpQummdJdu5OtVIHdLiuWmXnhsHFBYdTPYW-PJg2hodwsAkz5O6O5fZaZVbaQnuuSvQ9zY/s640/Aleena1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcmPUWBvU4D1NSaDrX1Uf-o6VmqegLRLtxPEqD_kskdiOLtZy-rlJ93JDBdX_-LvBnA0nODFE4QwgrvDfOevORfe5NUEF_BiO8SMG_BjelQ9Pv7iB8HByjCJ9KmyKu7SAYBQ1MGyKCkM/s1600/Aleena2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcmPUWBvU4D1NSaDrX1Uf-o6VmqegLRLtxPEqD_kskdiOLtZy-rlJ93JDBdX_-LvBnA0nODFE4QwgrvDfOevORfe5NUEF_BiO8SMG_BjelQ9Pv7iB8HByjCJ9KmyKu7SAYBQ1MGyKCkM/s640/Aleena2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VNYQr9XvFpLpUiMEXyKwlkwsnRZMOFbpiR1uCHKABux3oWqrgu7GdhMEjl4AsNjdllL2g5pn7Z1r6gH-uMAP6c6uOtbdvyZhGH5nJ1XnWCD8GZ4y9Lmhsxv45T7f_T78MPSulk60cz8/s1600/Aleena3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VNYQr9XvFpLpUiMEXyKwlkwsnRZMOFbpiR1uCHKABux3oWqrgu7GdhMEjl4AsNjdllL2g5pn7Z1r6gH-uMAP6c6uOtbdvyZhGH5nJ1XnWCD8GZ4y9Lmhsxv45T7f_T78MPSulk60cz8/s640/Aleena3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXT_T8Rm2ySBvKjniHlNz5lsZX3YwUtSUq_GVF5G1uNIz_rlCsZqw-zHqJ2HFgvYJ0Dt3_yuCNOuaj7h8CRuZPyKdw4k-oBFhwYh_sl9Z15BQA0IjkZsRv2crI9SQSl2GX8HPthf7ppZA/s1600/Aleena4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXT_T8Rm2ySBvKjniHlNz5lsZX3YwUtSUq_GVF5G1uNIz_rlCsZqw-zHqJ2HFgvYJ0Dt3_yuCNOuaj7h8CRuZPyKdw4k-oBFhwYh_sl9Z15BQA0IjkZsRv2crI9SQSl2GX8HPthf7ppZA/s640/Aleena4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRU71yY01n-3m6uk5o1og3Ajik__KfzJX56QKPApUTGC9SCHFTTDB9D_GbP-JoBSPqv1WyCxZ59QRp7yQlMoU_xOOOsnyTBi-ryHj9Uk6ieEfdN9cPQpqvgW09juY8b3wodiPsXNOEmI/s1600/Aleena5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRU71yY01n-3m6uk5o1og3Ajik__KfzJX56QKPApUTGC9SCHFTTDB9D_GbP-JoBSPqv1WyCxZ59QRp7yQlMoU_xOOOsnyTBi-ryHj9Uk6ieEfdN9cPQpqvgW09juY8b3wodiPsXNOEmI/s640/Aleena5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Seriously. Those high cheek bones, amazing hair, tall frame; I could die. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Aleena is a fantastic little sister. She very much represents the ideal "baby of the family," and is all the more incredible for it. She is the fun-loving, serious at her studies, going to change the world type of person that everyone should know. I have no doubt that I'll be reading many articles featuring her in my lifetime. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
She is currently working on a Business degree at ORU and has already decided to take another year and go for her masters. She works over 20 hours a week as a waitress, goes to school full-time, maintains an insane GPA (I'll give you a hint: it's perfect), is an Resident Assistant, and doesn't go insane. Don't ask me how she does it, but I am always impressed. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
I can't tell you how thankful I am to be in this ones life. I'm even more thankful that I get to be here permanently and watch her become an even more incredible woman than she already is.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Aleena, you're going to do so much good for the Lord and for humanity as a whole. I can't believe you're only 20, and I know that you'll do so much more in your life then what most people could do in five. I am proud to call you a sister. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-59040821800172998082013-07-17T11:57:00.002-05:002013-07-17T11:59:10.319-05:00St.Louis Part 2<div style="text-align: justify;">
During our trip Jenna was the driver/navigator (when my phone wasn't working)/parallel parker extraordinaire. Seriously I saw her do things in her SUV that I would be terrified to do in my itty bitty Kia Rio. Boss. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I forced all the girls to come and take the photos that I've been sharing because I borrowed a great lens and everything! They were all really awesome about it and Jenna jumped in to be my tester for every new area. She also jumped into taking the camera from me when it came time for me to be in front, which you'll see later. Folks, Jenna has a fantastic eye! All the way back to the hotel I was encouraging her to get a camera! </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Right before this we were shopping and just having an utter blast finishing shopping before the mall closed at 6p because, "Oh yeah, Sunday." </div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKoZslNSxXiI2u6jCqnemd6j1Bn54iMXZh8T_W9xV6mNJMlWhnaT6eP0KZI_s8eROzvsNIr363y2rqfl8lCqLFHrgf-9cvfbBG-Eg-HZlpvijRjNrXUjDxkXMMuxL3H1VxkspkdOYfd24/s1600/Jenna1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKoZslNSxXiI2u6jCqnemd6j1Bn54iMXZh8T_W9xV6mNJMlWhnaT6eP0KZI_s8eROzvsNIr363y2rqfl8lCqLFHrgf-9cvfbBG-Eg-HZlpvijRjNrXUjDxkXMMuxL3H1VxkspkdOYfd24/s640/Jenna1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-PiL1_rapYtMUc7QnR7hgHSyDhfAhSr8vnQVLIYpMeMMszU63Zdj8dPZ6ar7lDRRsYiYAIPwTDR_SC3pQ1kqBF7FmWAg78hspSZhlvxObvwyb01DNtPZLn7Z7N0mzm91vIrIkYwwzno/s1600/Jenna2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-PiL1_rapYtMUc7QnR7hgHSyDhfAhSr8vnQVLIYpMeMMszU63Zdj8dPZ6ar7lDRRsYiYAIPwTDR_SC3pQ1kqBF7FmWAg78hspSZhlvxObvwyb01DNtPZLn7Z7N0mzm91vIrIkYwwzno/s640/Jenna2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1blpxsROMIW4TIP4s299mifFTyQqDq6WTWL1gxqgcBYMNMOZS4pDSN9tIp5bKr4vZKAgicHDCTjXROCoY-rLSCeyMKR5uKultiEDcayvhbWxFboXoTG2isoCS97NiZbsx32BsKzBvjA/s1600/Jenna3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1blpxsROMIW4TIP4s299mifFTyQqDq6WTWL1gxqgcBYMNMOZS4pDSN9tIp5bKr4vZKAgicHDCTjXROCoY-rLSCeyMKR5uKultiEDcayvhbWxFboXoTG2isoCS97NiZbsx32BsKzBvjA/s640/Jenna3.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfzvNszzjipqey2SWOGAh62dAiDxjqN7WkO-j-46sTS3aaPnYdP98MfQTJmS3aGYUSazq9_iTE9cwQcftV1la2P2S-qNSfZyJl2yhLlSn1Df852ETr41qqnNY6YcEvX9I9VF748OlmuE/s1600/Jenna4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfzvNszzjipqey2SWOGAh62dAiDxjqN7WkO-j-46sTS3aaPnYdP98MfQTJmS3aGYUSazq9_iTE9cwQcftV1la2P2S-qNSfZyJl2yhLlSn1Df852ETr41qqnNY6YcEvX9I9VF748OlmuE/s640/Jenna4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXI_F7UZH2WQVmRMDYQBAgRHUYNuGS0o6M1lhZF1q9Pb_ZkDelSvQcrBND21ugQorjoa-dcFNwBJjn27qBgIWJFeZ6JNMAPrEI2X6ntvpOnfIJGQZ7JxCo0hdEJmV_vlSnmcB0UWOFeJQ/s1600/Jenna5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXI_F7UZH2WQVmRMDYQBAgRHUYNuGS0o6M1lhZF1q9Pb_ZkDelSvQcrBND21ugQorjoa-dcFNwBJjn27qBgIWJFeZ6JNMAPrEI2X6ntvpOnfIJGQZ7JxCo0hdEJmV_vlSnmcB0UWOFeJQ/s640/Jenna5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<span style="text-align: start;">She's just too lovely. I could die. My sister-in-law Jenna has to be one of the most fun people I've ever met in my life. She was also the most intimidating family member when I started dating Q. I had met her before, but she is pretty protective over her brother and I just didn't know if I would be the one to make the cut. (Like I said she's VERY protective, I don't blame her, Q is an awesome guy). </span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
When you fit into a family it just works though. (I've never told her but when I finally heard the sweet phrase, "Jenna approves." I did an obnoxious happy dance). Now you know Jenna! </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
My favorite things about Jenna include her ability to laugh at anything, it's a Visser thing. Her incredible ease into treating me like a sister, her whit, and her singing. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I have 2 favorite memories of Jenna: </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
1. My first day of meeting the family she stole me and grabbed Aleena (little sis-in-law) for a day in downtown Whitehall Michigan. If you've never been it's so stinkin' cute. We went to a thrift store, it was right before Christmas, and I found this adorable little ceramic kettle and she looked at me and said, "You're going to put that down and pretend you never saw it." Guess what ended up with my name on it under the tree? I pulled it right back on her when she found a bracelet that she loved. When we got back home I made a huge klutz out of myself and fell down the stairs of the house with pizza in hand. I knew that we fit when they didn't freak out, they laughed and then asked me if I was ok. Only the best of friends do it that way!</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
2. During my wedding she stayed at home with her family and the groomsmen. At the end of every day she pulled me aside, "What do you need done? I'll get the boys to do it."It was like having a second maid of honor and it helped so much during that whole week. I wouldn't have made it through without her. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Anyone else getting the picture of how amazing this family is? </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-90274157387493143762013-07-16T12:18:00.001-05:002013-07-16T12:21:01.824-05:00St.Louis: Part 1<div style="text-align: justify;">
This past weekend I had the immense pleasure of hitting the road for a shopping excursion with my in-laws! My mom-in-law and little sis-in-law both came from the Great Mitten (Michigan), big sis-in-law came from the deep south (Mississippi), and I drove a short 3 hours to continue my life-long trek in the mid-west. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I thought I would share bits and pieces of the trip over the next week or so. There's just too much to fit into 1 post, (plus I took well over 600 photos). </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
To start us off here are some lovely shots of my mom-in-law: Gin. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzWmYqM1gjaVATzh8nFYDr9S5u_dg1cdGNkKSRj-pZFYTivEVgTpPfohXQ2xkcNWLnxTXlhwAt3umDQT_T41KoUPZjZ2H-02DwpHEAu1ESWT3sczSwud1PusSynrSjjMtG-WXY7dLJoM/s1600/momma3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzWmYqM1gjaVATzh8nFYDr9S5u_dg1cdGNkKSRj-pZFYTivEVgTpPfohXQ2xkcNWLnxTXlhwAt3umDQT_T41KoUPZjZ2H-02DwpHEAu1ESWT3sczSwud1PusSynrSjjMtG-WXY7dLJoM/s640/momma3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt2zMwE1bZpdlhtHWm7oxBupw9Kjy__148uIPizW1PavJM7pEPWCFqyEcflJzccztnAH8etQPvLjIy2TQH2vFl371F8P2Svwxy9USXCPKmXMtBZZOe0j5TPeUg57qQbmtZPUlHRxr-Vo/s1600/Momma2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt2zMwE1bZpdlhtHWm7oxBupw9Kjy__148uIPizW1PavJM7pEPWCFqyEcflJzccztnAH8etQPvLjIy2TQH2vFl371F8P2Svwxy9USXCPKmXMtBZZOe0j5TPeUg57qQbmtZPUlHRxr-Vo/s640/Momma2.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpVf5z1NLnCo-t0D_gK2RuVp-Vvn-hx44eTReX03-AHQRecqJPfefgRenl8WK9NmnrMhRjYlg2KEsxhH7YqnROHRwr9GdPKJXzLhHFClDXrOn2y7pAcH9Vb1OV0R2HunXaQnGVQpIDVc/s1600/momma1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpVf5z1NLnCo-t0D_gK2RuVp-Vvn-hx44eTReX03-AHQRecqJPfefgRenl8WK9NmnrMhRjYlg2KEsxhH7YqnROHRwr9GdPKJXzLhHFClDXrOn2y7pAcH9Vb1OV0R2HunXaQnGVQpIDVc/s640/momma1.jpg" width="640" /></a><i></i></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-1M9AzphjwBsCZZLddry7W4GXd6BiNwT95l5PzQu-Ga6QO5eOhn__WL4O-zcr61JXIA6aH6Dt0lw_7KpqtA6HfYXza-8FZ0JG6jOGtPP7dw0B0_RtMvWV3N184FfpWDlslS8nlZ979E/s1600/momma4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-1M9AzphjwBsCZZLddry7W4GXd6BiNwT95l5PzQu-Ga6QO5eOhn__WL4O-zcr61JXIA6aH6Dt0lw_7KpqtA6HfYXza-8FZ0JG6jOGtPP7dw0B0_RtMvWV3N184FfpWDlslS8nlZ979E/s640/momma4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5U9LEFbKBlQjG6ZDuvdeyDv-3xCPEwThAl7u8VFGKT8KQEex2Mo_r85RueTMIa8fFwNd-rn8cCmZJoBYKPkcyY6U_PHPKhFpMlIDf7nSvpA57CtOM4s9q5DIG03L_WwxRX2ENeKNrWoQ/s1600/momma5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5U9LEFbKBlQjG6ZDuvdeyDv-3xCPEwThAl7u8VFGKT8KQEex2Mo_r85RueTMIa8fFwNd-rn8cCmZJoBYKPkcyY6U_PHPKhFpMlIDf7nSvpA57CtOM4s9q5DIG03L_WwxRX2ENeKNrWoQ/s640/momma5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Things I love about my mom-in-law: </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
1. She is full of grace, wisdom, and love. I have never felt a single moment of awkwardness, disapproval, or questioning of whether or not I belonged with the Visser clan. I have felt nothing but love and joy from the second that I started dating my husband until now. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
2. She is becoming a mother to me. There are never enough stories about how wonderful mom-in-laws can be. I didn't luck out, I found a wonderful man with a wonderful family. Gin is a wonderful mother and I don't think she'll ever turn away another "kid." I want to be like that when my husband and I do decide to have a family of our own. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
3. Gin is funny. I just can't explain how many times she's gotten laughs out of me in the most ridiculous ways. Plus she laughs as often as possible and I cannot express how wonderful that is. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
My favorite memory of Gin thus far has to be riding to ORU in Tulsa to move little sis-in-law into her dorm room at the beginning of August in 2011. In a few short weeks I would be engaged to her son and she would be helping me plan a Michigan wedding. We rode together so that brother and sister could catch up and we shared our stories together. She asked me about what made me who I am and she shared all of the beauty and trials that had made her into the person that she is. I knew already that I wanted to be a Visser, but I can't express how amazing it felt to know someone who cared about me as much as she did when she had only met me 4 or so times. Half of those times Quenten and I hadn't even been dating, we were only friends. That's all it took for her to love me. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-5495027345538677032013-07-15T21:46:00.000-05:002013-07-15T21:46:05.190-05:00Husband V. Wife: Kayaks and Photos<div style="text-align: justify;">
My husband and I recently bought a Kayak so that we could both go out on the river for some outdoor quality time. A couple of weeks ago we decided to make it into a competition. 5 photos, no editing (not even cropping), whoever gets the most votes wins! Voting is happening right here and on Facebook! </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Husband shots: </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIQuFqWtms5Q4W01XoSpxMaDwxQW85F1bOEYCNbb7otk0ZNtzp0IICEEghL_rAWLMozk3kHr-oKIKtsbx0mwot6LTrs9biUaUNqfixsrF3UaazaC0ifcmGPohNsEokdB_IgPFLB8uJSw/s1600/DSC_4965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIQuFqWtms5Q4W01XoSpxMaDwxQW85F1bOEYCNbb7otk0ZNtzp0IICEEghL_rAWLMozk3kHr-oKIKtsbx0mwot6LTrs9biUaUNqfixsrF3UaazaC0ifcmGPohNsEokdB_IgPFLB8uJSw/s400/DSC_4965.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bXnAc7pfP8epUsrI-EXN_RY-s3z0uLB_PG4E3m7uITUbQrTY0vpcLgAFTYHRgHMrx05bsF-DtPiRVNq_19ETz6bKgLh2XXw2b0Zl1DZREdWSI_vBwov_RSPcX-SfuSZgpL5OPdJAVIs/s1600/DSC_4969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bXnAc7pfP8epUsrI-EXN_RY-s3z0uLB_PG4E3m7uITUbQrTY0vpcLgAFTYHRgHMrx05bsF-DtPiRVNq_19ETz6bKgLh2XXw2b0Zl1DZREdWSI_vBwov_RSPcX-SfuSZgpL5OPdJAVIs/s400/DSC_4969.jpg" width="263" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsvEZNjpMXv_XABNY2K1Dp7cuCWX0WHaVnKWDn4pNPm7CPb_GqnEkFeNTAtVP3SKGHgGWw9PTEDHZyHxa0_4SwiT64RiBfpQZhAEKTTxp75KEQ8pHjuCq7DRMSYnQbFqRkejg_3DRLGA/s1600/DSC_4971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsvEZNjpMXv_XABNY2K1Dp7cuCWX0WHaVnKWDn4pNPm7CPb_GqnEkFeNTAtVP3SKGHgGWw9PTEDHZyHxa0_4SwiT64RiBfpQZhAEKTTxp75KEQ8pHjuCq7DRMSYnQbFqRkejg_3DRLGA/s400/DSC_4971.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHXZny4ag1tAr0nirlmx6OgWyONxBRZ0NAmQHYBPnckhO6K4g98ioJMQuTxo-DrV2IWtqf-mlx7rpf4Nw0qAOyrvuEKchPGd3gcVhfqvx_8r-DBG9IkneEOlx4-_ysLkKsjVbs1ap0dA/s1600/DSC_4988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHXZny4ag1tAr0nirlmx6OgWyONxBRZ0NAmQHYBPnckhO6K4g98ioJMQuTxo-DrV2IWtqf-mlx7rpf4Nw0qAOyrvuEKchPGd3gcVhfqvx_8r-DBG9IkneEOlx4-_ysLkKsjVbs1ap0dA/s400/DSC_4988.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKSxkJAI5BmMG-JhQuXSRKZCYo708brn06h7gUMLNNB8WVNWkaEY4sNL9ynZXfefMu00sktCbmE7Vt7q-FFUinvehzM69jzuV2OoL-ZQcRSbJfUOKxyXiJ61VIBjmGJ82P_Wl5SLBCuc/s1600/DSC_4997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKSxkJAI5BmMG-JhQuXSRKZCYo708brn06h7gUMLNNB8WVNWkaEY4sNL9ynZXfefMu00sktCbmE7Vt7q-FFUinvehzM69jzuV2OoL-ZQcRSbJfUOKxyXiJ61VIBjmGJ82P_Wl5SLBCuc/s400/DSC_4997.jpg" width="263" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Wife Shots: </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWinv00YUzGh06GOgcmt6sxs2PzVwsCxBFREI2k8aGKaN7LrX0gACkhZGHoU1IJk-U3aOTbG6VZ4ONClrfrdqtfXWiPe1cWat0j0px13Pdkoi3eQUWlUVeq-sYdD8NfTPV5K7fQUBgN70/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWinv00YUzGh06GOgcmt6sxs2PzVwsCxBFREI2k8aGKaN7LrX0gACkhZGHoU1IJk-U3aOTbG6VZ4ONClrfrdqtfXWiPe1cWat0j0px13Pdkoi3eQUWlUVeq-sYdD8NfTPV5K7fQUBgN70/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZM0gionG9a0GT4BBlzJWRuizIhR7nmZCw7MeL48QVB453okKhjk8vtX0qFccNSRwvjI0U1bS89iOjvBGmIS7FitbWlutSCKBa7krEtE4-Ge82reBVslyXuNi1ZvEq5QRrNvLzxOF_HOs/s1600/DSC_0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZM0gionG9a0GT4BBlzJWRuizIhR7nmZCw7MeL48QVB453okKhjk8vtX0qFccNSRwvjI0U1bS89iOjvBGmIS7FitbWlutSCKBa7krEtE4-Ge82reBVslyXuNi1ZvEq5QRrNvLzxOF_HOs/s400/DSC_0085.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFX-hK7VH_OAP8Pj-e-iAf9o0v8kOQANR-jkjxCYr37UTNfJQvArJgqOFSyWg9ntIZzwD2YKy3F5K9xB6NvbM-SBmGst2kAzx4dt5orJ6_CED8FrrxStVJpAPptU_DE6rnAxSLk99Lm8/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFX-hK7VH_OAP8Pj-e-iAf9o0v8kOQANR-jkjxCYr37UTNfJQvArJgqOFSyWg9ntIZzwD2YKy3F5K9xB6NvbM-SBmGst2kAzx4dt5orJ6_CED8FrrxStVJpAPptU_DE6rnAxSLk99Lm8/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz7bFPm1_tU6-hA-qlZ8GuIur7FzGObdVsTAuuzRyRioTFj2aYnAyrB8DyS0tdYfZOW6UhCf9udnAP8le02fopRpCs00WGmoXpdDgQNEbT98fu9LCA306JtgoW5Rooo_RCzmGNxTf_-A/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz7bFPm1_tU6-hA-qlZ8GuIur7FzGObdVsTAuuzRyRioTFj2aYnAyrB8DyS0tdYfZOW6UhCf9udnAP8le02fopRpCs00WGmoXpdDgQNEbT98fu9LCA306JtgoW5Rooo_RCzmGNxTf_-A/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLINuJHvxGG8LOBbRe6WL4LJ6NQg5IKi5lKUdKl4pxGjwRmHuwO88sb_M4FFUMllgHQgnos3WhF9opBw7UwSNZW9DXsyYbpNnMb6G6QPTi1E6CaR4j40XJft71Z_GnPXgQprPRU7otMc/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLINuJHvxGG8LOBbRe6WL4LJ6NQg5IKi5lKUdKl4pxGjwRmHuwO88sb_M4FFUMllgHQgnos3WhF9opBw7UwSNZW9DXsyYbpNnMb6G6QPTi1E6CaR4j40XJft71Z_GnPXgQprPRU7otMc/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<br />Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-23501587473396863522013-05-25T14:35:00.001-05:002013-05-25T14:35:17.805-05:003 Things I Live By <div style="text-align: justify;">
Someone once asked me to sum up my core beliefs in 3 words. The 3 that I hope I will always pick are: </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Love, Joy, and Passion. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b>Passion:</b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I am an extremely passionate person. Whether it be my favorite book being turned into a movie, music, or even social issues; I take a stand and I stand on it hard.<br />
(Don't ask me about the Chronicles of Narnia movies, just don't.)<br />
This used to cause me a lot of problems, being misunderstood mainly. What's great about growing up! You learn which battles to fight. You decide what to stand up for, what to let go of, and what things you would like to learn more about. I do believe in standing up for something that you feel strongly about, but I also believe that we are best as individuals when we hear each other out and take a few minutes to breathe and listen to what's going on in the world. A few friends in particular have taught me that: <a href="http://bluesarestillblue.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Kiri</a>, and my husband being the main two.<br />
<br />
<i>Rabbit Trail: Seriously if you love art (and a very strong woman who loves to speak her mind) you have to go over to Kiri's blog. She's amazing.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b>Joy: </b></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I believe in joy; not happiness, joy. I believe in joy over happiness because joy is my choice. I can choose at any point that I'm going to defy my circumstances and be joyful instead. I can be joyful whenever I want. Happiness is an idea of circumstance and this world is just too heinous to count on happiness to get me through life. My circumstantial moments do not make me. I can, and do, choose to have a smile on my face and a kind word to say. I want to impact the people who meet me because they see kindness. Joy is my choice and I will choose it every time.<br />
<br />
My friend <a href="http://instagram.com/caramac09/" target="_blank">Cara</a> is an awesome example of joy. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<b>Love: </b><br />
Everyone strives for love. Everyone thirsts for it. We all crave what love contributes to our quality of life. I believe that love goes deeper than just what I see on this earth, my friends, or my family. Although some of the best examples of love have been from these very important individuals in my life I firmly believe that I wouldn't know the full concept of love without Jesus. I don't believe joy and passion would mean as much to me without love. Love is ambiguous and it's hard to understand, but I want to love people. I believe that all people deserve to be loved and if no one else can show someone love, maybe I can in some small way.<br />
This is what truly gets me out of bed every morning. Love keeps me alive. </div>
Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-36647321087377372552013-04-30T09:25:00.003-05:002013-04-30T09:25:22.776-05:00Blog lovin <a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/7311917/?claim=9sg7ctnky2u">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-46691824902844704962013-04-27T23:27:00.001-05:002013-04-27T23:35:37.686-05:00Rainy Days <div style="text-align: justify;">
The mid-west has a funny way of making the season completely irrelevant concerning weather. Sometimes it's obnoxious, but other times it creates a lot of rain. I love rain. When it rains my best friend, Mary, and I have to go out and do something to celebrate. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUry_SJKL4OeQ3QoVGQzmhu4MSwkWP_tIFZXUTFGND8ZV4nX3GeJfXEcYIkGFc8QeAJkH3ljYtafX-jmKekP35ftEUb4qen0GakAjmseYn33gFaWa7CKefs7bCHp_o6_hRUzlKjvpNLeo/s1600/DSC_0054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUry_SJKL4OeQ3QoVGQzmhu4MSwkWP_tIFZXUTFGND8ZV4nX3GeJfXEcYIkGFc8QeAJkH3ljYtafX-jmKekP35ftEUb4qen0GakAjmseYn33gFaWa7CKefs7bCHp_o6_hRUzlKjvpNLeo/s400/DSC_0054.jpg" width="265" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffbG1MxHV0K0bNd1Ne44mRPgKC0qubAaDa9iioLXxmtFO-mTUW8tRpTt-R8H6ZBtu-w1G3ZcNTMVCCwB_dSDcyXJtZI-PuiauibigEWUo96ML-XMVPtSlaUVIwykBe1YraODE8DqcmMo/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffbG1MxHV0K0bNd1Ne44mRPgKC0qubAaDa9iioLXxmtFO-mTUW8tRpTt-R8H6ZBtu-w1G3ZcNTMVCCwB_dSDcyXJtZI-PuiauibigEWUo96ML-XMVPtSlaUVIwykBe1YraODE8DqcmMo/s400/DSC_0031.jpg" title="" width="265" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUYszNVMFMCtmCFQby1E9xzAnKQLUBDj1vynaB1PMMGt6aEINTf-mnmF9rwieYA7h0lswi3BPEQXeJaIhSBpbdbLlPBCgsBYdZH1OUoOPcY-A_m8XMqfZkii89N7TZrQuTA2cY5DZFEw/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUYszNVMFMCtmCFQby1E9xzAnKQLUBDj1vynaB1PMMGt6aEINTf-mnmF9rwieYA7h0lswi3BPEQXeJaIhSBpbdbLlPBCgsBYdZH1OUoOPcY-A_m8XMqfZkii89N7TZrQuTA2cY5DZFEw/s640/DSC_0039.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJS6-GTCZ9tvKHqR-WtCjTxXAsFJZ8JL7g2Ignnkl9r2QiOL2wZCvnFL11k6GNhuZd4OzNiku3o1eAhTqLSAK1-RUMhLlnMx1YGQlirUBGD9JHtM5bPHBeTLjdA83lbSu-qNUJPF_zGP8/s1600/DSC_0060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJS6-GTCZ9tvKHqR-WtCjTxXAsFJZ8JL7g2Ignnkl9r2QiOL2wZCvnFL11k6GNhuZd4OzNiku3o1eAhTqLSAK1-RUMhLlnMx1YGQlirUBGD9JHtM5bPHBeTLjdA83lbSu-qNUJPF_zGP8/s640/DSC_0060.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmtBQtVxXBtLDW8wAX4CCRXDrbGB-fV4CrFpy68vdUxFzyRoB6jhOlkpwcgKkZFh1IGl2C8RDPPLySpnHXowNd2Oigjk5WYbDvPBP1MBHcUTZy0VLOJX7qSSwtw1esRDKz-BQaDoYkF8/s1600/blackwhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmtBQtVxXBtLDW8wAX4CCRXDrbGB-fV4CrFpy68vdUxFzyRoB6jhOlkpwcgKkZFh1IGl2C8RDPPLySpnHXowNd2Oigjk5WYbDvPBP1MBHcUTZy0VLOJX7qSSwtw1esRDKz-BQaDoYkF8/s640/blackwhite.jpg" title="" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXOOeqgTusyPzk7UueNhgb7k1l5AO2u-e7Ub9rdq48Oswr5bhniRKwmrH8DXpuv6oXwhtvvXaidYOiCg_bsdNWUq1ZhNiCAw_qF03edkdIFSoz-RCqwMyqormQcjNvPlZkt5cE7A-q9g/s1600/DSC_0065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXOOeqgTusyPzk7UueNhgb7k1l5AO2u-e7Ub9rdq48Oswr5bhniRKwmrH8DXpuv6oXwhtvvXaidYOiCg_bsdNWUq1ZhNiCAw_qF03edkdIFSoz-RCqwMyqormQcjNvPlZkt5cE7A-q9g/s640/DSC_0065.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dFJyBkXLnYJdvhxnVLOddy0PWKrUaiQfm9KjVUHdExy0igQFB49d2XJArRweX6j5eN2fZGanNvrtc23LSQqnVum4U9Zbip5_KzvoOLxGxMWjcL7it_WjYxRrfaFHveka7sTPPQuTJ-o/s1600/Mary01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dFJyBkXLnYJdvhxnVLOddy0PWKrUaiQfm9KjVUHdExy0igQFB49d2XJArRweX6j5eN2fZGanNvrtc23LSQqnVum4U9Zbip5_KzvoOLxGxMWjcL7it_WjYxRrfaFHveka7sTPPQuTJ-o/s640/Mary01.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOcyBKtSKbKNcuD1FNpT1vcR6BDANDa_8N2Dp_YG62qbQlA8lk-eYBaTgWGVGJ2x1TayGw62hdDEQ4ZJiY1sv_eYzkql8qq5U_y80ZkPvGthuneckFWa3SYCKYuIoLpEuSQ-MoMKYPsa4/s1600/DSC_0073+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOcyBKtSKbKNcuD1FNpT1vcR6BDANDa_8N2Dp_YG62qbQlA8lk-eYBaTgWGVGJ2x1TayGw62hdDEQ4ZJiY1sv_eYzkql8qq5U_y80ZkPvGthuneckFWa3SYCKYuIoLpEuSQ-MoMKYPsa4/s640/DSC_0073+copy.jpg" width="425" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Needless to say it was a wonderful day. Isn't Mary just stinkin' adorable? I just adore her! Rainy days are for bright colors and long walks, even in 4 inch heels in a park. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
What's your favorite activity on a rainy day? </div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-73502760993579537002012-04-16T08:08:00.004-05:002013-04-27T23:39:29.599-05:00Interview: Your Forever Boutique<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 100%;">My last post was about Your Forever Boutique, the small business that did the lovely invitations for my wedding! (3.5 months and counting baby!) After posting it I decided it would be cool to get to know them more, so here is the interview that I had with them. </span></div>
<div>
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:donotpromoteqf/> <w:lidthemeother>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:lidthemeasian>JA</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:lidthemecomplexscript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:splitpgbreakandparamark/> <w:enableopentypekerning/> <w:dontflipmirrorindents/> <w:overridetablestylehps/> <w:usefelayout/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathpr> <m:mathfont val="Cambria Math"> <m:brkbin val="before"> <m:brkbinsub val="--"> <m:smallfrac val="off"> <m:dispdef/> <m:lmargin val="0"> <m:rmargin val="0"> <m:defjc val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent val="1440"> <m:intlim val="subSup"> <m:narylim val="undOvr"> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" defunhidewhenused="true" defsemihidden="true" defqformat="false" defpriority="99" latentstylecount="276"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="0" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Normal"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="heading 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 7"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 8"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 9"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 7"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 8"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 9"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="35" qformat="true" name="caption"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="10" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Title"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" name="Default Paragraph Font"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="11" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtitle"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="22" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Strong"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="20" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Emphasis"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="59" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Table Grid"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Placeholder Text"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="No Spacing"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Revision"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="34" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="List Paragraph"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="29" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Quote"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="30" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Quote"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="19" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Emphasis"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="21" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Emphasis"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="31" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Reference"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="32" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Reference"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="33" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Book Title"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="37" name="Bibliography"> <w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" qformat="true" name="TOC Heading"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Zach and Rachael Rodimel</span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82ef9FWVaUql9mrYzWzGCWYFKZnDU4Gg-Zq_q5bOogOTpkkKaZgAREfDw97EFLFhKtg22JKdlKDGg8lOhj8lbOTrafVzttBtK58-Ba9AM44kH8jCZyQitkxUPboD3ZhUH2ZFbCU0kHtw/s1600/photo_3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731985748605771330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82ef9FWVaUql9mrYzWzGCWYFKZnDU4Gg-Zq_q5bOogOTpkkKaZgAREfDw97EFLFhKtg22JKdlKDGg8lOhj8lbOTrafVzttBtK58-Ba9AM44kH8jCZyQitkxUPboD3ZhUH2ZFbCU0kHtw/s640/photo_3.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%;">
<b> </b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b>Tell the world about yourself. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
We grew up attending the same church since we were about 6. We both thought the other was pretty annoying/weird until our Junior/Senior years of high school. We started dating in 2007, both moved to West Lafayette to attend Purdue, got engaged in December 2009, and were married in our hometown of Washington, Indiana in July of 2010. We now own a home in West Lafayette, Indiana. Zach works as a Graphic Designer for Purdue University, and Rachael will be graduating from Purdue in May with a nursing degree. We recently added to our family in the form of Bailey, our loved Goldendoodle. We both enjoy kayaking, traveling, spending time outside, and entertaining friends and family. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%;">
<b> </b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b>What is Your Forever Boutique? <o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
Your Forever Boutique, YFB, is a custom stationery company that we run out of our home. Our best selling products are wedding invitations and wedding programs; however, we do invitations and other stationery for all occasions. We pride ourselves in making our stationery custom to each individual, meaning each customer has one-of-a-kind invitations. Although we are a small business with extremely affordable prices, we ensure that your invitations will be of the highest quality. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%;">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b>Where did the inspiration for the name come from? <o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
Actually, after dating for about six months, Zach wrote Rachael a song…titled, “Your Forever.” When we started our business, originally an Etsy shop, we began brainstorming for a catchy name. One thing led to another and before we know it, we had Your Forever Boutique. Listen to “Your Forever” here {<a href="http://zachandrachael.com/the-proposal/">http://zachandrachael.com/the-proposal/</a>}<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%;">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b>When did you decide to start Your Forever Boutique? <o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
When we were married in 2010, we designed and created our own wedding stationery. In November of 2010, we had our first customer contact us to ask us where we had ordered our stationery. Upon hearing their interest, we decided, “Hey, we could make their invitations for them to make a little bit of extra cash.” {College newlyweds are kind of broke, you know?} Once we met with them and they decided to use us for their invitations and programs, word spread by mouth. The next thing we knew, Your Forever was started and we had five weddings. The rest is history…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%;">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b>How do both of your talents and skills play into your business?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
You know the phrase “opposites attract?” That applies to us as a couple in so many different ways. Zach is a Graphic Designer, so obviously he takes care of all of the custom design work. He is also the organized one, keeping track of all of our deadlines and ensuring we are right on schedule. Since he uses the computer all day, every day for work, he also handles the operational side of things. Rachael is very hands on and the one who envisions the final product. Being a scrapbooker and crafter, she is the one who does a lot of the actual production of the invitations. She’s not quite as organized as Zach, but she does keep track of our inventory and ordering all the supplies we need. Finally, since we are both outgoing, people persons, we love working together to develop our client base, meet with clients, and ensure that our clients are 100% satisfied with their order. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXbWfIaaDlI2rP4aTI5cSy6Y67OtJMeaWyNi7nicBFXRGb-jRn639VqzYBEQl002dLd-YHh3JnhDAGoYKsp3kjvyTquiNJJh3xp_qS69bG9dIuUaB_XZuWZ86IVvWILLQYOkSzwKb3r0/s1600/photo_2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731986967754074034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXbWfIaaDlI2rP4aTI5cSy6Y67OtJMeaWyNi7nicBFXRGb-jRn639VqzYBEQl002dLd-YHh3JnhDAGoYKsp3kjvyTquiNJJh3xp_qS69bG9dIuUaB_XZuWZ86IVvWILLQYOkSzwKb3r0/s640/photo_2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%;">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b>What has been the most surprising benefit to running your business? <o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
Actually, the biggest benefit for us, at times, also serves as one of the biggest negatives. That would be that we are on our own time. There are no set hours, no one boss to answer to, and all the flexibility we could possibly desire!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%;">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b>What advice would you give someone who wanted to build his or her small business?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
Start with a clear goal. If you’re starting a business just for the money, then you’re doing it wrong. Next, focus on your customers. A small business is a failing business without a client base. Acknowledge that word of mouth goes a long way and how you treat a client will affect your future clients in some way. Learn your niche in the market and pursue it. You’re not Walmart so don’t try to act like it. In a small business, quality is much more important than quantity. <span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%;">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
<b>What has kept you going in sustaining Your Forever Boutique? <o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify;">
We both love what we do. We also love that it allows us to spend time together doing something we enjoy. When business gets busy and overwhelming, it is never just one of us handling it. We both share the load and get to work through it together. Although it has caused some spats working as a married couple, we wouldn’t trade the benefits it has been for our relationship for the world!</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5gN8Oswl0M5m6ymcuTzySXrIktHyq_3ZJRFF7Ry7sx6chlQADdOKvrWnDrY5kZ2jt9ohzmvh_LqPbA9QDlrbR8JGXFL5U98hIUyfRhCeR0hw2n0dWkzGeNd1VztZKSrvaWQjzH9sqUQ/s1600/photo_4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731986963890387170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5gN8Oswl0M5m6ymcuTzySXrIktHyq_3ZJRFF7Ry7sx6chlQADdOKvrWnDrY5kZ2jt9ohzmvh_LqPbA9QDlrbR8JGXFL5U98hIUyfRhCeR0hw2n0dWkzGeNd1VztZKSrvaWQjzH9sqUQ/s640/photo_4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Weren't they just precious on their wedding day? This has been one of the most enjoyable couples to work with. If you're a bride and you're looking for a great small business to get your invitations my recommendation for them is very high. </div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
One last question for fun: What's your favorite small business? </div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Oh and here's one last picture: </div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qMGFhyphenhypheni7gGqXJnQSWxZouKEv2A__0Al85LESB4ZkppuxM7HM_eyMnU3FVSTUVvUsjDqOOQzJ5RvsYUwhslQAF774mD3epWJgUluyQVGUmwkaX3i-UALWd4juzCbl3ulSnlotV3e6Brg/s1600/photo_5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="350" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731991968337669458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qMGFhyphenhypheni7gGqXJnQSWxZouKEv2A__0Al85LESB4ZkppuxM7HM_eyMnU3FVSTUVvUsjDqOOQzJ5RvsYUwhslQAF774mD3epWJgUluyQVGUmwkaX3i-UALWd4juzCbl3ulSnlotV3e6Brg/s640/photo_5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-84725911321460772882012-03-27T17:26:00.006-05:002013-04-27T23:40:42.611-05:00Feature: Your Forever Boutique<div style="text-align: justify;">
This weekend I had the amazing pleasure of going to Lafayette Indiana to see a ballet with my dear friend Bridgette. While I was there I got to pick up the invitations for our wedding. Yay! Our invitations were done by a small business in Lafayette. A couple, Zach and Rachael, started the company when they got married as a way to spend time together and to make some extra money. The way I found out about them was through Bridgette. When I saw their <a href="http://yourforeverboutique.com/">website</a><a href="http://yourforeverboutique.com/" target="_blank" title=""></a> I knew that they were an excellent choice. As Quenten and I are doing our best to keep our wedding cost down and as their designs were very beautiful, I was completely sold. We had a skype interview a couple months back and the design process went by so quickly. They caught the vision for our wedding in 5 minutes, and I couldn't be happier with the work that they did. I would happily recommend them to any bride who wants a very good and easy process for their invitations. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zhTzCWN9LXU/T3I39NTrQiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/06fQBxeiGhM/s500/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252013%25253A38.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="352" id="blogsy-1332887178183.7598" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zhTzCWN9LXU/T3I39NTrQiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/06fQBxeiGhM/s640/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252013%25253A38.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3qZcFMQDx64/T3I6PWPDOZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9yFxRIFVP_g/s500/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A33.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="426" id="blogsy-1332887178169.638" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3qZcFMQDx64/T3I6PWPDOZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9yFxRIFVP_g/s640/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A33.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RW6JrN6oETU/T3I6R-qxYfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/69ikEIBmUWE/s500/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A33.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="426" id="blogsy-1332887178148.9993" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RW6JrN6oETU/T3I6R-qxYfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/69ikEIBmUWE/s640/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A33.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--n500O1G1gQ/T3I6W6MHNpI/AAAAAAAAARE/yg0yMVZiQaY/s500/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A33.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="426" id="blogsy-1332887178116.8628" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--n500O1G1gQ/T3I6W6MHNpI/AAAAAAAAARE/yg0yMVZiQaY/s640/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A33.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uFrQbVPycD4/T3I6YIGbMHI/AAAAAAAAARM/pXKCrRp4sSo/s500/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A34.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="426" id="blogsy-1332887178162.937" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uFrQbVPycD4/T3I6YIGbMHI/AAAAAAAAARM/pXKCrRp4sSo/s640/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A34.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
The detail is so incredible. I love everything that they did! </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F958bs2EblY/T3I6ZgcgogI/AAAAAAAAARU/qsunlUBpUqI/s500/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A35.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="426" id="blogsy-1332887178170.8005" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F958bs2EblY/T3I6ZgcgogI/AAAAAAAAARU/qsunlUBpUqI/s640/Photo%252520Mar%25252027%25252C%2525202012%25252012%25253A35.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
This is both mine and my fiance's favorite part, the RSVP. When I got the PDF's it looked so good, and they had put some good responses, but Quenten and I are no ordinary pair. I wanted it to be funny and lighthhearted. When I got the email I texted my fiance and asked him for a few good ways to say yes and no; the party soon began (after I had to explain to him, of course, what it was for). We have such nerdy answers! I loved that he wanted to be apart of this process, and I loved that I could make it fun enough for him to want to have a say in what was put on our invites. On the yes side it reads:</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
You had me at, "Hello" </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
A thousand time yes! (Pide and Prejudice) </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
There's gonna be food, right? </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
We're better friends than I thought. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
On the no side it reads: </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
You were never on my top 8 on myspace. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Saving the Galaxy from the Sith. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Quenching the fires of Mordor. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
So long and thanks for all the fish. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
If anyone responds with that last one I will call them instantly, whether I know them well or not, and scream 42!!!!!!! (And if you comment that I promise you I will laugh in a boisterous manner as soon as I see it). Cool nerd points if you know all of those references! </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Bonus! <a href="http://yourforeverboutique.com/">YourForeverBoutique</a>.com does much more than just wedding invitations. They do parties, showers, programs, and almost anything else that you might need. Pop over to their website and see what you think. Small business is the way to go! </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
P.S. If you decide to use their awesome services let them know that I referred you and tell all your friends to refer you after you get done with a great experience. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-874451368540418882012-03-22T13:07:00.011-05:002012-03-22T13:30:09.675-05:00Friendaversary!!!!<span><span style="font-size: 100%;">March 12th is always a momentous day in my heart. The day never held much significance until my best friend Mary and I decided that we need an anniversary. Because we couldn't remember a specific day that we became friends we just decided on one around the time that we really started hanging out, so March 12th seemed as good as a day as any. Thus, our Friendaversary was born! This year we are separated so we had to celebrate it a little differently. We sent each other packages full of fun things! YAY!! I love getting mail, especially packages, and most especially a package that I didn't order myself. :) </span></span><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">We sent out the packages and since they both had to travel to opposite ends of the globe it took until yesterday for us to get to open them. We promised each other that we wouldn't open them until we got to skype. It was a very joyous </span>occasion<span style="font-size: 100%;">. This post is about that. My gift was a lot of </span>sentimental<span style="font-size: 100%;"> stuff, while Mary's was all helping me get to know where she is at and what the country she is living in has to offer. (That is always fun for me). She gave me a road map in letter form and I set sail!</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ8kIEnwC25sw9R43Cb3rDAysfygYI5i05WKKkMc5EMwesOzlBHejvfSG8K3BgbneC5XmKM4xjUM9dwEpAeKX1RKjsZMi-Bz3h1Cyz7ZMHRVm0GF4N5z9aGf7DDLFZwGuVCxzhLM_Q1M/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ8kIEnwC25sw9R43Cb3rDAysfygYI5i05WKKkMc5EMwesOzlBHejvfSG8K3BgbneC5XmKM4xjUM9dwEpAeKX1RKjsZMi-Bz3h1Cyz7ZMHRVm0GF4N5z9aGf7DDLFZwGuVCxzhLM_Q1M/s400/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722786365419319186" /></a><br />This is why snail mail is still fun!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEdDtBHNenSD1hOO8sKupwv_6sVdONb7fMnhMET9fvjSLGDp2xU0OqlxfpsMJZR51b1cFNLU159xp8iGRiu_eHDSTzj8Zywxs-Jg6Mawc7xoMBQbs8-9ZK8rG9u4QMoTgoHPFIUERbFs/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEdDtBHNenSD1hOO8sKupwv_6sVdONb7fMnhMET9fvjSLGDp2xU0OqlxfpsMJZR51b1cFNLU159xp8iGRiu_eHDSTzj8Zywxs-Jg6Mawc7xoMBQbs8-9ZK8rG9u4QMoTgoHPFIUERbFs/s400/DSC_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722786638553252162" /></a><br />Food from S. Korea. :) There are individually wrapped chocolate chip cookies to make you feel guilty for opening every single one. (I haven't opened one yet). There's her favorite candy bar, which I am saving for a very needed day. There are these cookies that taste like gram crackers dipped in chocolate. Yum. And little honey ginger cookies that are terrific with coffee. (She was very right). She also uses those as a reward for the kids she teaches. :) One of the many reasons why I love her.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xWtEw1RfC7RmEkcwL-y5fpiwjPnBOQaU6M7XGAZvo6X29hsLF4Nb9qmUdbB1w9GZEL3yiptpgfpo0wVD1aMTTnaYgAfVkPljzLHNXMjSuHifKzt0hpDERF_KVYXkEZCNGO4Z2YgSGNk/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xWtEw1RfC7RmEkcwL-y5fpiwjPnBOQaU6M7XGAZvo6X29hsLF4Nb9qmUdbB1w9GZEL3yiptpgfpo0wVD1aMTTnaYgAfVkPljzLHNXMjSuHifKzt0hpDERF_KVYXkEZCNGO4Z2YgSGNk/s400/DSC_0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722787426031934818" /></a><br />This is the hair clip that she gave me which is hand made. Sigh :) She gets me at my heart.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_YEIWSVzA-qPqB_oVnpbLeBZFOiSof7lAZLaVvrW7gGAbnzzL_a3RE9kQWSae0TamQR5kcypp6AvdTWSBXgnOGILAN_TwGNS-O3zmtK5zBJKUL4VYSxp0audbr53cnzkS7W6TGBk_KI/s1600/DSC_0040.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_YEIWSVzA-qPqB_oVnpbLeBZFOiSof7lAZLaVvrW7gGAbnzzL_a3RE9kQWSae0TamQR5kcypp6AvdTWSBXgnOGILAN_TwGNS-O3zmtK5zBJKUL4VYSxp0audbr53cnzkS7W6TGBk_KI/s400/DSC_0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722788053579923458" /></a><br />This is one of my favorites. It's a ring and a clock! I'm obsessed with both.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU32FUZPZeDs4D0I3sGwxwxSxEO_M7i5F1vRBxs8WdT2NkSl8PElQimTNdFEzqTJ0dZcj40S-7SaO4Kjb1xcQMfWyxlB9l-LLWrI9z1JYFYbhUfgSgOZ69YZysMrjfQUfOIl0j4aydG-U/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU32FUZPZeDs4D0I3sGwxwxSxEO_M7i5F1vRBxs8WdT2NkSl8PElQimTNdFEzqTJ0dZcj40S-7SaO4Kjb1xcQMfWyxlB9l-LLWrI9z1JYFYbhUfgSgOZ69YZysMrjfQUfOIl0j4aydG-U/s400/DSC_0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722788064793020386" /></a><br />This is the funniest one to me. Apparently in S. Korea they like screen printed shirts with weird american sayings on them. So she sent me this. I just died laughing. She also sent a little blue hat. I love hats :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwRK-kVV-qU-O50oeZgg7j187EciUwhMOfBkcWKWrNqdc0rqQ5fFtSMjnfbpwF49R6SrBDePo6fizUGrh3r-nvji0s_RgPKsJXhzk3rlQgEQBdHAJpFMug3WX8HR9TlsbuDNQVlwqDAQ/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwRK-kVV-qU-O50oeZgg7j187EciUwhMOfBkcWKWrNqdc0rqQ5fFtSMjnfbpwF49R6SrBDePo6fizUGrh3r-nvji0s_RgPKsJXhzk3rlQgEQBdHAJpFMug3WX8HR9TlsbuDNQVlwqDAQ/s400/DSC_0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722788071056815186" /></a><br />This is the fabulous scarf that was in it. It's huge, soft, and pretty. I had to wear it the next day. What type of person would I be if I hadn't? Exactly, the wrong kind. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSFLQTK7-oLjo_cCQ_toJb2IP99D5eVI110wnRgNXNcwx60_rRrt_L4mtvUMPlVUE0chpwGFqUel1dSJ5Hup4WQUJ0XW62N2fmklB0DuxcZGYAnlEEpQzP66IgDXNCx6sXC0kYRT1VD8/s1600/DSC_0030.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSFLQTK7-oLjo_cCQ_toJb2IP99D5eVI110wnRgNXNcwx60_rRrt_L4mtvUMPlVUE0chpwGFqUel1dSJ5Hup4WQUJ0XW62N2fmklB0DuxcZGYAnlEEpQzP66IgDXNCx6sXC0kYRT1VD8/s400/DSC_0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722788077566793314" /></a><br />Our friendship started on a missions trip to Paris, France. This little mug is really precious, because without that trip we wouldn't have gotten to know each other. We stayed in the same room all week and we've been almost inseparable since. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwiAm3G5-10z77NprLuNtkfxeady0YZKzxR3uuNbvY8LaZ75wGbeuKA4kz4npJyxiPBK2mLoR3aM3nZZ8wSabGOaapRgN4-jLhbPRrniRAAnIHCfnrrvXV6LW_8F9C0pe52j_tmbxM7s/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwiAm3G5-10z77NprLuNtkfxeady0YZKzxR3uuNbvY8LaZ75wGbeuKA4kz4npJyxiPBK2mLoR3aM3nZZ8wSabGOaapRgN4-jLhbPRrniRAAnIHCfnrrvXV6LW_8F9C0pe52j_tmbxM7s/s400/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722789237111622866" /></a><br />And this is 1000 wan for every year of our friendship. She thinks of the cutest things! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUtBrlUUqtyIeIJy_WuAN6y6WEORE-zeCFkf6hXdCQ4eE_nmuZ08AmMwuMhKMFYmn0ZuJ6vNqsEvXebiWFANfkV6zy9LUKOIJ7IxqM_WIPoxJ598bfOI7r-KXna77ydDhx4eYL-PV_M8/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-29+at+14.20+%25232.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUtBrlUUqtyIeIJy_WuAN6y6WEORE-zeCFkf6hXdCQ4eE_nmuZ08AmMwuMhKMFYmn0ZuJ6vNqsEvXebiWFANfkV6zy9LUKOIJ7IxqM_WIPoxJ598bfOI7r-KXna77ydDhx4eYL-PV_M8/s400/Photo+on+2011-04-29+at+14.20+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722789648003369042" /></a><br />And this is to show you what type of friends we are. Silly ones. <br /><br />I love you Mary dear and I cannot wait for you to come back to states! <br />And now that I've shown you one of my friend traditions, what do you do with yours that makes your friendship fun?Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-72847601059561013142012-03-20T18:54:00.003-05:002012-03-20T22:29:00.844-05:00I Believe<span><span style="font-size: 100%;">If you've ever had the opportunity to sit down and have a decent conversation with me you'll discover a couple of things: </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. I'm a person who loves to talk, and most days, one who loves to listen. There's something about a deep conversation with a person that you've never had the opportunity to know. The way that the human soul can open up and begin to communicate on a deeply trusting level with a seemingly perfect stranger has always astonished me. I'm always so thankful for these times. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. I'm a deeply passionate person. This also means that I'm committed and fiercely loyal to those that I truly love. There are some downsides to my passionate personality, but if you give me the grace enough to see my heart you'll understand why it's a quality that I refuse to change. (Although I'm always looking for ways to communicate those passions in a more appropriate way). </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">This post is about something that i'm passionate about. It's not my deepest passion, nor is it even close, but this head holds many strong opinions. :) </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">(And this is the point where I let you down by not talking about spirituality, sorry). </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I believe in community. I believe in locally made products which are made by skilled artisans who deliver immaculate pieces of art in everything that they do. I believe in locally grown. I love farmers markets and anything that will support this almost dead lifestyle. There's something so romantic about this larger than life community scope that I simply adore. I would rather own just a little less, but enjoy what I do, because I built relationships with the people that made it. (And even when I didn't, because the people that I try to buy from are always trying to contribute to the bigger picture and they go outside of themselves to do so). I love knowing where something started, where it ended up, and where it is going. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">I still shop at Wal-mart for </span>convenience<span style="font-size: 100%;">, and that seems a little hypocritical, but hey Springfield yields a lot of small businesses and community opportunities, but during the winter I must buy fruit. That being said this post all leads up to a video about an Alabama clothing company, started by a woman with a vision, who supports the larger community and the smaller artisans that work for her.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Just watch and see if you don't feel a little bit more inspired to find what's around you. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/38605342?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/38605342">Handmade Portraits: Alabama Chanin</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/etsy">Etsy</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-64828035312037881232012-03-11T15:13:00.008-05:002012-03-11T15:59:56.461-05:00Precisely 12 days after my last post...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCizVK1U6ziOLZRnZ898r_xxteOUqcXUkdUvKF0_ISS39C3zKft3YCxpKAtRaMOx_eqCe3DTvHxNKJvWIysdR0uEBwr1wlB8y84k-CwZhCWxxGOpgqIVFXES5qaxNPckc9FafZ6eX3mVY/s1600/DSC_1324.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCizVK1U6ziOLZRnZ898r_xxteOUqcXUkdUvKF0_ISS39C3zKft3YCxpKAtRaMOx_eqCe3DTvHxNKJvWIysdR0uEBwr1wlB8y84k-CwZhCWxxGOpgqIVFXES5qaxNPckc9FafZ6eX3mVY/s320/DSC_1324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718742036196139458" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span style="font-size: 100%; " >I got engaged to the most wonderful man I have ever met, and I dare say, shall ever meet. (Can you forgive me for not posting about it for... well far too long). It was a magical and wonderful day. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it. </span></span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >I began the day with school, which is normal enough, and had several other things to do that day before our date in the evening. So much so, that I didn't even have a chance to think about what I was going to wear until 45 minutes before. (Not exactly a woman's idea of fun). Either way my day was busy, and a few friends helped me get ready, lets just say I had my suspicions. Thankfully my friends Sarah and Tiffany (whom I like to call Schmiffany) were all on board to help me pick an outfit. </span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Now the reasons that I had my suspicions was due to the well-known fact that my fiance is not a planner at all and he had told me about this date a whole week in advance, not to mention he had been dropping hints for about a month about proposing. (I love that he unintentionally keeps me in the loop). Moving on!</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">We picked up sushi and went to the Japanese gardens that reside in Springfield and had our dinner there sitting on a rock and we fed the fish wasabi. I'm not sure they liked it, but we had fun. We simply enjoyed ourselves. We walked around and talked and just had a lot of fun. Eventually we saw our friend Michaela and she was with her 2 sisters taking pictures, this I thought nothing about. (I should have, but her sister had </span>schmoozed<span style="font-size: 100%;"> me earlier, so smart). </span></span></div><div><span><span ><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDLBamMnwxPpJrRkMQXO5r7Sv3EtbftskwfCK60bMByJdKQ5CA0Bztrbc0B_E3DRTwoxNqi7OcYeZepiBoUvNJkwVgxnY2_Cnku2hFTZkBVYdW1GxyZaFskMhSRMd0g_PDo93Sf6oi5E/s1600/DSC_1311.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDLBamMnwxPpJrRkMQXO5r7Sv3EtbftskwfCK60bMByJdKQ5CA0Bztrbc0B_E3DRTwoxNqi7OcYeZepiBoUvNJkwVgxnY2_Cnku2hFTZkBVYdW1GxyZaFskMhSRMd0g_PDo93Sf6oi5E/s320/DSC_1311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718745757129061042" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span >If you really pay attention to this photo: He's signaling our photographer. :)</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" >After seeing them, we saw my brother and sister in law, and he really had nothing to do with that, it was an awesome coincidence, especially since they mean so much to us and our relationship. </span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" >He took me out on an island that's in the middle of park. He was so sweet, affectionate, and lovely. We went to sit down on a rock and in about 5 seconds he was down on 1 knee with Michaela dashing across the bridge to capture it all. He said too many sweet things for me to count and asked me to be his wife, to which I answered, "Yes!" I just wish I would have had my wits about me enough to say, "A thousand times yes." But all is well that ends well. :) </span></span></div><div><span><span ><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Nbwm3Erk7Unx6iy0GmWe-7IPTw9V3vQTFY2yTW0xSA7a7shU2XVjnHD3uF_6xOTBoi5hyphenhyphenEbXyevlND9e2IWBTSKKGb0UzjATgKIM5cVCtXzLtEdjz3deMsBjSI16MfTKlViWfiTIpgM/s1600/DSC_1358.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Nbwm3Erk7Unx6iy0GmWe-7IPTw9V3vQTFY2yTW0xSA7a7shU2XVjnHD3uF_6xOTBoi5hyphenhyphenEbXyevlND9e2IWBTSKKGb0UzjATgKIM5cVCtXzLtEdjz3deMsBjSI16MfTKlViWfiTIpgM/s320/DSC_1358.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718742272065464274" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span >I can't help but laugh when I'm happy.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> </span></div></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" >My friends bombarded me when I came back to campus, but I didn't answer any of them until I was back. 4 hours without your cell phone when there are a lot of people that he told is hilarious! </span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifE5pHvy5TKC-iyvtguukyIeev5rXoPVoN6fmY7qLZLKFT5P_gnoZ8lu5GQ02LzKsmt2J-WEpfihlGdtwu2vYAc_qbFaZJsHokJnfWF2auJUAc9x7wORHRhqcStA7f0Sma1T_QDSWL_bk/s1600/DSC_1340.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifE5pHvy5TKC-iyvtguukyIeev5rXoPVoN6fmY7qLZLKFT5P_gnoZ8lu5GQ02LzKsmt2J-WEpfihlGdtwu2vYAc_qbFaZJsHokJnfWF2auJUAc9x7wORHRhqcStA7f0Sma1T_QDSWL_bk/s320/DSC_1340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718744787939762914" /></a></span><div style="text-align: center; "><span ><span >My favorite picture</span> </span></div><span ><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzD1-r8G_QoK_KCtf0F64-novf_qpRUnjbcKHmHx_sUG6nyyvnwqCOOSIaOWzaNZwt0mlTUKHyDsvQ7Gd89-Ime8M1ggXcAOKVBGhK2yeDA3SpZgPvs4Qd6XTiQKmz6Ewef7I3CCYSFaw/s1600/DSC_1372.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzD1-r8G_QoK_KCtf0F64-novf_qpRUnjbcKHmHx_sUG6nyyvnwqCOOSIaOWzaNZwt0mlTUKHyDsvQ7Gd89-Ime8M1ggXcAOKVBGhK2yeDA3SpZgPvs4Qd6XTiQKmz6Ewef7I3CCYSFaw/s320/DSC_1372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718745582698290850" /></a><span ><div style="text-align: center; ">The perfect invitation shot, that also got him out of an official engagement shoot. (He hates pictures).</div></span></span>Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-64780241255432486752011-08-13T14:35:00.004-05:002011-08-13T14:46:17.419-05:00MoveToday I was doing some minor perusing of the internet in between unpacking and getting my dorm room settled. (Last year baby!!) During such perusing I stumbled upon a video called move. It belongs to a series of 3 short films made by 3 guys who spent 44 days going to 11 countries to produce the them: Move, Learn, and Eat. I watched all 3 of them which didn't even take 5 minutes and somehow in that short period of time I was mesmerized by something beautiful and surprisingly inspirational. I would like to share Move with you as it is my favorite of the 3. However I will include links to
<br />Learn: http://vimeo.com/27244727
<br />Eat: http://vimeo.com/27243869
<br />
<br />
<br />And here is Move. Enjoy!
<br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27246366?color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/27246366">MOVE</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/rickmereki">Rick Mereki</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>
<br />Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-48095870454178679242011-08-05T13:35:00.004-05:002011-08-05T13:48:24.610-05:00To my 16 followers + Bad Joke FridaySo, I must give an apology, I haven't been bogging very much. It's more an apology to myself I must admit, because well.. it's a good way for me to get on the positive side of my life because I don't like depressing posts therefore, I refuse to write them... 'nough said. <br />These last couple of weeks have been quite relaxing. I am now home from my summer internship and that was a bittersweet experience. I love the church, I have family there (now), and I miss them all terribly. My Sunday's aren't the same... well any day of the week isn't the same really... It's pronounced misery in french for a reason. (If you didn't get that try a translator). <br />Since I have been back in my home dizzle I have hung out with a couple of friends, watched almost an entire season of Glee (and other various shows), spent many an hour reading, and I made a papasan cushion. With the amount of free time that I now have that endeavor only took me 3 days, and that was completely by hand. I hate sewing machines. Much like I hate dishwashing machines. MOVING ON!<br />Anyway so I have this tradition of having a bad joke every Friday which I originally call: Bad Joke Friday... and I haven't been doing a very good job of keeping it up. I'm awesome. <br /><br />Without further a do: the bad joke:<br /> <br />What did the fisherman say to the street magician? <br /><br />.....<br /><br /><br />Anyone?<br />....<br /><br />Pick a cod, any cod!! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.farstudio.net/FarArt/winter/best09/themagician.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 620px; height: 920px;" src="http://www.farstudio.net/FarArt/winter/best09/themagician.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I imagine this was the look on his face. <br /><br />hahaha I love love love bad jokes. They make me smile so much. <br />Happy Friday!!Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-1335724511196425772011-07-01T12:27:00.002-05:002011-08-13T12:49:18.695-05:00Bad Joke FridayWhat does a hair lip dog sound like?
<br />Anyone?
<br />*mark* *mark*<p>Hahahahahaa.
<br />Compliments of pastor Jayeson :)
<br />Happy Friday folks!Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-85486879255656397732011-06-17T20:45:00.006-05:002011-06-17T20:57:30.355-05:00Bad Joke Friday: PenguinsThis amazing joke comes from a lovely lady named Melissa.<div><br /></div><div>Preface: If you don't get it don't worry about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>(You were probably never mean to). </div><div><br /></div><div>So there are these 2 penguins sitting in a bathtub. One penguin looks at the other and asks, </div><div>"Hey can you hand me that bar of soap over there?"<br />The other penguin responds, </div><div>"What do I look like, a typewriter?"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>hahahahahaha!!! </div><div>Ok, I really did laugh that hard at this joke the first 5 or so times that I heard it. </div><div>Melissa still has trouble telling it because she's generally laughing too hard. (It's the best). </div><div><br /></div><div> <div><div><br /></div></div></div><br /><br />This is what the first penguin looked like.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzEB7K2w2fnoFrQjCOAaiQKqVmloEphc1bKQyN6cRoiHVyR3sRYy9Opui8G9yjfvyIBDzFOvZ7HvfVHQoFKkhWfvUuYgs_qO7wyG-GxU8z793OzWgXOvFRr8GUn9Ecavw2bLLQGVBLag/s1600/Bathtub_Penguin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzEB7K2w2fnoFrQjCOAaiQKqVmloEphc1bKQyN6cRoiHVyR3sRYy9Opui8G9yjfvyIBDzFOvZ7HvfVHQoFKkhWfvUuYgs_qO7wyG-GxU8z793OzWgXOvFRr8GUn9Ecavw2bLLQGVBLag/s320/Bathtub_Penguin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619372132842194066" /></a><br />This is what the first penguin thought the second penguin looked like, especially when giving his answer to the enquiry of soap.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMqsvFxpwMtSG-5GXLAzwi_YPSX-FViCmCfXIgKgjOdA3rGgiSyFpxGnRMFLj2wJ9DZ3iRFBz3NO5M08DANibvTOXoTS5sNPTi2EF9ggxeGfpnbSoQk1zixjIYk_-h0EJSoGR8qbAMHY/s1600/j_mayer_typewriter_robot_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMqsvFxpwMtSG-5GXLAzwi_YPSX-FViCmCfXIgKgjOdA3rGgiSyFpxGnRMFLj2wJ9DZ3iRFBz3NO5M08DANibvTOXoTS5sNPTi2EF9ggxeGfpnbSoQk1zixjIYk_-h0EJSoGR8qbAMHY/s320/j_mayer_typewriter_robot_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619372136722438866" /></a><br /><br />You'd be scared too.Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-47926344508201726152011-06-14T22:03:00.002-05:002011-06-14T22:04:52.172-05:00Pet Peeve: Grammar<object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/UbSSQe6vsSw?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/UbSSQe6vsSw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br />He just says it all.<br />Welcome to your education.<br />Or as some like to say it: yer edumucashuun.Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-67107447363518069672011-06-13T10:50:00.006-05:002011-06-13T11:03:14.577-05:00Bad Joke Friday.... on a MondayBecause what better way to start off your awesome work week than with a horrible joke? What, you can't think of anything better? Didn't think so. <br /><br />This one comes from my cousin, Phil. <br /><br />Ya know I feel really sorry for cantaloupe. <br />Why?<br />Because... they can't get married. <br /><br /><br />Hah hahhaaahaha.<br /><br /><br /><br />*Pause* <br /><br />"Oh, haha, Can't. Elope. Haha" <br />(That was you when you don't get it right away). <br /><br /><br />Ok so last weeks was early, and this one was late, maybe next week's will be on time. <br /><br />HAPPY MONDAY!Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-90976673141228888212011-06-07T12:25:00.004-05:002011-06-07T13:28:04.534-05:006-6-2011 Videos may be included<div style="text-align: left;">First of all the word of the day yesterday was "Picksniffian" (this word makes me love Charles Dickens even more). Picksniffian is basically a different way of saying Pharisaical, therefore you can infer that the term picksniffian is referring to someone who is not humble and who pushes high moral standards or religious beliefs on others. I posted this word on facebook and someone asked me to use it in a sentence (my mom likes to make sure that I know how to use a new word in its proper context, which is very sweet) and I thought it was a pretty good one:</div><div>"His picksniffian ways made him the most ignorant and intolerable brute I had ever known." </div><div>:)</div><div>This was one of the first joys of the day, my birthday. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had the most imponderable joy of turning the ripe ol' age of 21 yesterday. Yay for the legal right to chose to drink alcohol! It's just too bad that I have no desire to drink. (Literally I really don't, if i'm going to honest I don't have a quarrel with alcohol at all, the only quarrel that I do have is with people who can't drink responsibly and who hurt others physically and emotionally because they're trying to drown out their own problems. Anything that controls you is not worth it. *Heather, get off the soap box*) </div><div>Anyway so I didn't have my first drink of alcohol yesterday, and I probably wont, I just don't have a desire for that. Instead I decided that on my birthday I would give myself a birthday present, an iPhone! After I got the mail though and discovered that my mom had put a good chunk of money in my account for me to do something fun with I decided that she really got it for me. </div><div>It's so much fun and I have now decided that I am officially a walking apple commercial. </div><div>As seen here:</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi428IyrPOOPJw-h-Vx_PSb2SUouOlliTD9bPLkoA3gx4tl628dq5RM_5K9ybjRNAKMwwhWMXXuBSg1M3EttNNHZ5DS-DPiis06VT4y0v7E_xshqIiRozgOmC9k99Aov9INgNhpvtgqD0M/s320/ipod_nano_green.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615536567098252194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><br /></div><div>and here: </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojqkPeyELsLxGRLQVWqZzeWNw_ns_4lg1phaDzN4UGbPGdUVn7Xm06zs9qML58o1Dk12tW3V1UUkR0RasnfoFhO4zSYvTrIGrZNHRpr9u1Q7BGgyC8iOGYisKDsk46hxIEHI20n-Bmbo/s320/apple-ipad-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615536562196357058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>and here: </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDw5xnAC16LzUIh7-F2p8XPfqDavLp8jC9LnYhbSRSCGwIkbRA1YJG2xjDuWk4gCWpwQccYyZJDcZ2bd1Y95NrkZJd2uiYuOV0ADwJFzI8n5Bvg3pFDo7X8N-aQ0E4y8Rqq9kdArpJNWY/s320/0%252C1425%252Ci%253D240866%252C00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615536549404834546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 250px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>and finally here: </div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rWO0sdf2oyjsET7ZkSCgQON6Sbx0c24E1mHnp0KF-V2ThJzwxFo79d2jvemtL-1krTzAlH_4ilIgS51-vB1-6TPnwD5-j7-U6W-IJTh9ZcQSEk_q7KbgeojZW0PCm17bWFNfCpD2H7I/s320/116744_g2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615536559398135554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><br />And in defense of all of this bounty I would like to say that I have never paid full price for an apple product.<br />The ipod was refurbished, the ipad was won, the mac was won on a bidding site, and the iphone has been severely reduced since the release of the iphone 4. I am a smart shopper. Nevertheless, it was amazing to complete the family!<div>And to celebrate the family... :<br /><div><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S3zHbojcUQ0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe> </div><div><br /><div>Other than that Pastor Jayeson and his lovely wife Kimberly convinced me to come over and have a lovely birthday surprise which consisted of a basket full of bubbles, chocolate, and a couple of gift cards plus a sparkly purple bowler hat. The best surprise about it was 2 videos from two of the most lovely people that I know: Mary and Quenten. :) </div><div>I came home for dinner with my host home and it was amazing lasagna and my own personal red velvet cake (favorite). The last part about my birthday which is always my favorite is being able to call my big brother Brion. The conversation normally goes like this:<br />"Hello birthday girl." </div><div>"And hello to you birthday guy!" </div><div>"How was your day?" </div><div>*tell with enthusiasm* </div><div>"And how was your day?" </div><div>*respond with dryness*</div><div>It's quite wonderful. :)</div><div> </div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxiGAdteSzDnzPk6fAcxmYi4_D7sRAhOowqbgOCBHR-zSVZQCqt73rYt0MV6l1jtMDfS1oSvPycb8Jhmp_6_A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-25705479752089185932011-06-05T03:02:00.005-05:002011-06-05T14:56:05.860-05:00Elmify loveSo I just had to make a post about this video. I have recently taken a liking to a youtuber named elmify. She's witty, informative, fun, and has a very soothing voice. Frankly her style is very quirky and just amazing to watch. I love dry people, they just make me laugh, and she is defiantly dry. It's called "These Two Are Bells" <div><br /></div><div>ENJOY! </div><div><br /></div><div><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hCPEC6yzEeI?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hCPEC6yzEeI?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bon soir!!!</div>Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320707961521267887.post-10328658605769515842011-06-02T18:21:00.007-05:002011-06-02T22:06:15.247-05:00Bad joke friday .... early. :)Ok I found this picture today that goes along with my bad joke friday tradition and I couldn't wait 1 more day to share it. (Yes, it does make me that happy). <div><br /></div><div>And here's the joke:</div><div>Two muffins are sitting in an oven. One looks at the other and says, "Man it's hot in here." </div><div>The other muffin responds, "OH MY GOODNESS!! A talking muffin!!!!!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Bahahahhaahhahahaha. (Yes, it does make me that happy). </div><div>And now for the epic picture. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MBbvmmANd-XB9au3GNuHt0ixPqraU4063j0FzVAmkTe0kNa6fWQsfaDU445_W89vDGFxSd5PwNmcD2Z8JB0UBHiknNDex47L889fQJjLXPWU39vW10Wk6-sy0QBBju_iMo5_lY074mE/s1600/241731_2094834537205_1435560032_2395612_4689251_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEh5MBbvmmANd-XB9au3GNuHt0ixPqraU4063j0FzVAmkTe0kNa6fWQsfaDU445_W89vDGFxSd5PwNmcD2Z8JB0UBHiknNDex47L889fQJjLXPWU39vW10Wk6-sy0QBBju_iMo5_lY074mE/s320/241731_2094834537205_1435560032_2395612_4689251_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613768537995731202" /></a><br />Isn't it cute!!!<br />Compliments of Amanda "Panda" Briggs.Heather Lamar-Visser http://www.blogger.com/profile/00889929914594815730noreply@blogger.com2