<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:42:40.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remsings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-3827980195256351653</id><published>2010-03-22T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:24:42.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, we're still here!</title><content type='html'>Today Wyatt decided to cooperate and actually do some of his tricks with the video camera running... check him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" id="mbox_player_d499ddb01b1fe7c25c" height="234" width="416"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Dd499ddb01b1fe7c25c%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Dd499ddb01b1fe7c25c%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="mbox_player_d499ddb01b1fe7c25c" height="234" width="416"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-3827980195256351653?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3827980195256351653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=3827980195256351653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3827980195256351653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3827980195256351653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-were-still-here.html' title='Hey, we&apos;re still here!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-2144986129077747026</id><published>2009-09-25T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:41:31.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One last night</title><content type='html'>Okay, here is the final video to come in Grandpa's special week... we made it a good one. This is never-before-seen footage of Wyatt's first camera appearance, when he was just 45 minutes old. Please excuse the very loud TV in the background and instead focus on the six pounds and six ounces of perfection in my arms!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="416" height="234" id="mbox_player_d496d2b31d18e1cb5b"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Dd496d2b31d18e1cb5b%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Dd496d2b31d18e1cb5b%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" width="416" height="234" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="mbox_player_d496d2b31d18e1cb5b"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If anyone besides Wyatt's grandparents are watching this... like our good friends from Jones101... you may notice a special shout out to Trent in this video, right at the end. We have a habit of imitating his very sweet little sleepy "yes" from a certain zoo video last summer, and it happened here, in the delivery room, right after Wyatt was born. Pretty cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-2144986129077747026?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2144986129077747026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=2144986129077747026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2144986129077747026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2144986129077747026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-last-night.html' title='One last night'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-5079685454096818129</id><published>2009-09-24T19:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:17:21.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the jungle, and a surprise today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In honor of birthday postings, and just after turning 8 months old, Wyatt had a surprise for us today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Srv9KxPIuxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0kp65YWHNdI/s1600-h/IMG_5341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Srv9KxPIuxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0kp65YWHNdI/s320/IMG_5341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385176140908903186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First tooth! And another one on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Grandpa Scott, here's your video... it is from August 28, the day we put this jungle thing from Grandma in his crib for the first time. As you'll see, he could hardly contain his excitement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="416" height="234" id="mbox_player_4c96d2b71c10e8c7c3"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253D4c96d2b71c10e8c7c3%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253D4c96d2b71c10e8c7c3%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" width="416" height="234" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="mbox_player_4c96d2b71c10e8c7c3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-5079685454096818129?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5079685454096818129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=5079685454096818129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5079685454096818129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5079685454096818129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-jungle-and-surprise-today.html' title='Watching the jungle, and a surprise today'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Srv9KxPIuxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0kp65YWHNdI/s72-c/IMG_5341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-7473961789567325360</id><published>2009-09-23T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:52:52.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose diving</title><content type='html'>July 2, 2009... spending a very chilly holiday weekend in Higgins Lake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="416" height="234" id="mbox_player_d496d2b71c1ee0c95b"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Dd496d2b71c1ee0c95b%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Dd496d2b71c1ee0c95b%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" width="416" height="234" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="mbox_player_d496d2b71c1ee0c95b"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-7473961789567325360?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7473961789567325360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=7473961789567325360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/7473961789567325360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/7473961789567325360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/09/nose-dive.html' title='Nose diving'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-5880281805457387981</id><published>2009-09-22T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:15:27.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER post?!</title><content type='html'>Grandpa Scott, your birthday celebration continues... every night this week we're posting a new photo or video for you to enjoy at work. Think of it as Wyatt's personal gift to you. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was shot on September 7, the night before we left for Bay Harbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="416" height="234" id="mbox_player_4c96d2b61914e3ccc3"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253D4c96d2b61914e3ccc3%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253D4c96d2b61914e3ccc3%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" width="416" height="234" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="mbox_player_4c96d2b61914e3ccc3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-5880281805457387981?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5880281805457387981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=5880281805457387981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5880281805457387981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5880281805457387981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-post.html' title='ANOTHER post?!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-5927342611422197663</id><published>2009-09-21T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:12:07.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim swim swimmin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Grandpa... in honor of your birthday, here's a video of you and Wyatt taking a dip in the sparkly lake! September 12, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="416" height="234" id="mbox_player_d496d2b61915ebcd5b"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Dd496d2b61915ebcd5b%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Dd496d2b61915ebcd5b%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" width="416" height="234" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="mbox_player_d496d2b61915ebcd5b"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-5927342611422197663?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5927342611422197663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=5927342611422197663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5927342611422197663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5927342611422197663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/09/swim-swim-swimmin.html' title='Swim swim swimmin'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-3042649892140593561</id><published>2009-09-21T22:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:18:45.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...to our most faithful (probably only) blog reader, who when recently asked if he checks it from time to time could name not only the title of our last post, but also the date... AND admitted to STILL checking it nightly, despite the five-month hiatus, always hoping for something new from his favorite little buddy... Grandpa Scott!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Srg948IY32I/AAAAAAAAAds/TV8Zb8Br6jQ/s1600-h/IMG_5254.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Srg948IY32I/AAAAAAAAAds/TV8Zb8Br6jQ/s320/IMG_5254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384121402944708450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you! Wyatt extra-specially. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Video coming... check back later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-3042649892140593561?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3042649892140593561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=3042649892140593561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3042649892140593561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3042649892140593561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-our-most-faithful.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Srg948IY32I/AAAAAAAAAds/TV8Zb8Br6jQ/s72-c/IMG_5254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-1284680806983497192</id><published>2009-04-23T14:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:37:33.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Spiritual Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check out this slideshow Justin sent me at work today. He was home with Wyatt and spent the morning working on it... so, so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="416" height="312" id="mbox_player_a696d2b01812eec229"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Da696d2b01812eec229%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.motionbox.com/external/hd_player/type%253Dsd%252Cvideo_uid%253Da696d2b01812eec229%252Caffiliate_name%253Dmotionbox" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" width="416" height="312" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="mbox_player_a696d2b01812eec229"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew at only three months Wy could be so full of praise? Also, thanks to Jace Jones for a special guest appearance... apparently spirituality is all the rage with babies these days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't written a word about the boy in nearly two months, but what can I say? Life is busy with a baby! He is doing great, cute as can be, and still a little peanut. I think he only weights about 10 pounds, and we measured him on Sunday at 21.5". He's a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll post some real video soon. He's turned into quite the little talker and I know some grandparents who might want to watch him babble. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-1284680806983497192?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d8788ec6eb45ea9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1284680806983497192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=1284680806983497192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1284680806983497192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1284680806983497192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/04/check-out-this-video-justin-sent-me-at.html' title='Our Spiritual Son'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-4342934025424016570</id><published>2009-03-18T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:56:52.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...how can this not brighten your day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/ScG0Mgx938I/AAAAAAAAAdg/sw54VcS207o/s1600-h/IMG_1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/ScG0Mgx938I/AAAAAAAAAdg/sw54VcS207o/s320/IMG_1447.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314727162324836290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-4342934025424016570?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4342934025424016570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=4342934025424016570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/4342934025424016570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/4342934025424016570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-little-smile.html' title='Just a little smile...'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/ScG0Mgx938I/AAAAAAAAAdg/sw54VcS207o/s72-c/IMG_1447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-328308115711255018</id><published>2009-03-16T17:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:18:55.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our wide-eyed little guy. He has become so ALERT the last couple weeks... when this baby is awake, he's awake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7K0yom8HI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9eOKdtzTmNE/s1600-h/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7K0yom8HI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9eOKdtzTmNE/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313907618637869170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Justin went to Winterfest last month, Wyatt and I spent the weekend at my parents' house. We had a blast! Aunt Steph even came for a night. We went out to dinner and talked about how we couldn't remember the last time we'd been out, just the four of us (plus the boy, of course). Here's Wy staring at all the toys over his playmat at Grandma and Grandpa's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7K0vwOVqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RIMa4epI4hc/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7K0vwOVqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RIMa4epI4hc/s320/IMG_1174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313907617864504994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into work a couple days last week to do an ad for the Oakland Press while Elliot was home with new baby Jace. Wyatt was a champ, sleeping in his travel bed on the couch for a couple hours, then on me for another hour, before waking up to be held by Norman for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G5NGWmpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XMtQu-8Tt4A/s1600-h/DSCF0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G5NGWmpI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XMtQu-8Tt4A/s320/DSCF0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313903296414915218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using his new bath cover from Grandma Linda for the first time! So cute! This kid loves baths... and with all that hair, he gets one at least every other day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G4hhVDaI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fhht3urzqOc/s1600-h/DSCF0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G4hhVDaI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fhht3urzqOc/s320/DSCF0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313903284716899746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snoozing on his playmat in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G4LyBzpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0WFDG4aqm8k/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G4LyBzpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0WFDG4aqm8k/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313903278881361554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week for the first time, I was in the other room when I heard a rattle, rattle, rattle and came running. It's unbelievable how excited I got to realize he learned something so simple!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G3iyfVbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/04YCTTXg4jI/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G3iyfVbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/04YCTTXg4jI/s320/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313903267877442994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a sucker for his sleepy face, especially his adorable little open mouth. I take a picture like this nearly every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G3Jmv9sI/AAAAAAAAAco/ucm8GLIFnfw/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7G3Jmv9sI/AAAAAAAAAco/ucm8GLIFnfw/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313903261117314754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-328308115711255018?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/328308115711255018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=328308115711255018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/328308115711255018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/328308115711255018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-on-up.html' title='Life moving on'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/Sb7K0yom8HI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9eOKdtzTmNE/s72-c/IMG_1245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-2900483438109237337</id><published>2009-02-02T22:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:46:10.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not (we barely can), but five weeks ago right now I was at the hospital, in labor with our sweet Wyatt. We're definitely in that "time is flying by/but doesn't it feel like he's been here forever" phase. Here are a few of our favorite recent photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cutie boys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SaRTHc_2CEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QTbJk2S_2zY/s1600-h/IMG_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SaRTHc_2CEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QTbJk2S_2zY/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306457648457451586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to capture a sleepy smile on Valentine's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SaRTHKsw5vI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jBD56jO7fbc/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SaRTHKsw5vI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jBD56jO7fbc/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306457643545585394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possibly Wyatt's cutest picture yet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SaRTG7gu8cI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qCpL0Znzvt4/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SaRTG7gu8cI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qCpL0Znzvt4/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306457639468593602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it might be a good time to write a summary of his birth day for all the inquiring minds who want to know... so... here it is. I woke up at 6am not feeling well, and later realized I could time my not-feeling-well-feelings--contractions! I think they were about 7 minutes apart at that point, and I hadn't had a single one previously, so that seemed like a lot to me. Finally I got up and got ready for work, anxious to just sit at my desk and time them for awhile... I had a check-up scheduled at 1pm and decided I wouldn't do anything before then. So I got to work (where I told Elliot I might be in labor... which I'm sure he loooved hearing), and began timing the contractions. Until 11am they were consistently 6 minutes apart, and then at 11 they suddenly just stopped. Then let's just say around 11:45 my water broke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left work in a hurry and called the doctor's office, and the doctor told me to go home and get my bags (and my husband) and come in for my appointment. We rushed around the house grabbing bags, and I have to admit I cleaned up the kitchen and emptied the dishwasher. :) Got to the doctor and found out I was dialated to a 4. Drove across the street to the hospital, called my mom on the way, and then was admitted to triage around 1:45pm. We waited there for what felt like a year, and during this time my contractions came back hardcore. There also wasn't any phone/internet reception in there, so we couldn't let anyone else--Stephanie, Justin's parents--know what was happening... super frustrating. Anyway, we finally got into a room where I managed to change and meet our delivery nurse, Margarita. After sitting there about 10 minutes I totally caved and decided I wanted the epidural that I said my whole pregnancy I didn't want. Luckily I was able to get it very quickly, and it was perfect. Instantly I felt completely relaxed! My parents got there during this time and I said I'd like to see my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Margarita wanted to check me before anyone came back because my contractions were so close together... she said, "at the rate you're going you could be a 6 or 7 by now." Then all of a sudden I heard, "you are dialated to a 9! If you want to see anyone they need to come back RIGHT NOW!" We hadn't brought our bags in yet, so we had no camera at this point. Justin went and got my mom and sent my dad for our stuff... this was at 3:50pm. We visited with them both for about 10 minutes and then Margarita sent them out and told me I had to push! I think that started at about 4:15pm and at 5:05, Wyatt was born. And that's when the real adventure began!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-2900483438109237337?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2900483438109237337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=2900483438109237337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2900483438109237337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2900483438109237337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-weeks.html' title='Five Weeks'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SaRTHc_2CEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QTbJk2S_2zY/s72-c/IMG_1035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-281840946970783908</id><published>2009-02-02T17:36:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:48:19.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful, Joyful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wyatt James arrived on Tuesday, January 20... and we haven't been able to stop staring at him since. In fact, that's why it's taken two weeks to blog about him. I'm just going to post some pictures right now... his birth story is pretty awesome, so I'll save it to share another day. Suffice it to say I worked until noon and he was born at 5:05pm. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is completely perfect, 6lbs 6oz and 19 inches long... with more hair than anyone can believe (except for me--I was sure he would have a ton of hair and had the heartburn to back it up)! He is such a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NlZMKYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/FT4ms3-nAOE/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NlZMKYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/FT4ms3-nAOE/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340059442588034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NoaHW2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/tqAgvtYzeRs/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NoaHW2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/tqAgvtYzeRs/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340060251773794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8Nb6hUOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/c8w88y6g5ig/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8Nb6hUOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/c8w88y6g5ig/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340056898031842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NfzVK6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/mnFC3-eJi2k/s1600-h/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NfzVK6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/mnFC3-eJi2k/s320/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340057941617570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NFbmJ8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/XW1KfVjvnTI/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NFbmJ8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/XW1KfVjvnTI/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340050862745538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7dVoxC7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/awefA6kfKhg/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7dVoxC7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/awefA6kfKhg/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298339230579231666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7dO5JlhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1V4iX0r9juM/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7dO5JlhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1V4iX0r9juM/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298339228768900626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7c4zA8_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/0H6HgdZJ984/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7c4zA8_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/0H6HgdZJ984/s320/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298339222837588978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7cuVtlwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WRzy4H4MKUw/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7cuVtlwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WRzy4H4MKUw/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298339220030330626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7ctpBwRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/D9YxVxX02To/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd7ctpBwRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/D9YxVxX02To/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298339219842908434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cups overflow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-281840946970783908?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/281840946970783908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=281840946970783908' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/281840946970783908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/281840946970783908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/02/joyful-joyful.html' title='Joyful, Joyful'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SYd8NlZMKYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/FT4ms3-nAOE/s72-c/IMG_0532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-8552430062286538435</id><published>2009-01-06T00:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:23:41.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas recap, two weeks late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLx6-VVQAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/t8ooj4wRk64/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLx6-VVQAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/t8ooj4wRk64/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288054907953561602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks is better than nothing, right? We had the most wonderful week of Christmasing. The progressive dinner was great--I think everyone enjoyed "the kids" as hosts--and Justin and I certainly LOVED putting our basement to real use for the first time. We set a 16-ft table, and it was so nice to seat my entire family in one long row. The menu was brisket, our favorite cheesy potato casserole (no sour cream!), fresh green beans, and bread--simple and sooo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everything was finished, we drove to my parents' to spend one last Christmas Eve night. Before going to bed, we sat by the tree in the dining room with only those lights lit, and it felt like a real-life version of Silent Night. So calm, so peaceful. It was pretty special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLx6l3qq-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/TkkzDifwNlY/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLx6l3qq-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/TkkzDifwNlY/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288054901386685410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents generously gave us, among too many other things, a Canon Rebel. Can't wait to use it with the baby! Here are just a few of my favorite still shots from the weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLx6D-eUhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/b6lordOznc8/s1600-h/Trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLx6D-eUhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/b6lordOznc8/s320/Trio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288054892288430610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the morning playing around with the camera and getting ready for the fam to arrive. I love Christmas in that house! So warm, so cozy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLw8x0ffwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9RpgKTP93js/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLw8x0ffwI/AAAAAAAAAYs/9RpgKTP93js/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288053839442706178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLw8mV_yhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8cFG6Uq0Hyk/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLw8mV_yhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8cFG6Uq0Hyk/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288053836362009106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a great picture of my Aunt Sue and Uncle Kirk with Cooper, Jason's Christmas present to Steph (she got him about a month ago... after only having to wait 24 years!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLw8VZlHeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Nu8XjClcpj4/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLw8VZlHeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Nu8XjClcpj4/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288053831813635554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Morgan, taking a break after opening presents. Check out her "sleeves" ... must be what the kids are wearing these days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLw7zEtucI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Oyl09k5wYZs/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLw7zEtucI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Oyl09k5wYZs/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288053822599313858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning we got up and hit the road for Higgins Lake. We arrived in the early afternoon and enjoyed our second Christmas dinner, then opened presents again! Justin's parents gave us a Canon FS100 camcorder. I love this gift because Justin has seriously wanted a camcorder for YEARS, and waited patiently all this time. I think the grandparents just want to make sure they have full access to baby action with one click!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLvKIyWo9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/QO_wyulquzY/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLvKIyWo9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/QO_wyulquzY/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288051869922796498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLvJnVXzhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nCps1eW1_lA/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLvJnVXzhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nCps1eW1_lA/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288051860942867986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin, looking cute while putting together a new desk chair for his mom and dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLvJJ5nLII/AAAAAAAAAX8/GOvOkn__UBw/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLvJJ5nLII/AAAAAAAAAX8/GOvOkn__UBw/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288051853041806466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in Higgins Lake until Monday morning, so there was plenty of time for relaxing, movie-watching, eating, shopping, and hanging out with everyone. Sunday night was spent with Eric and Alex Carroll, who more often than not we only get to see at Christmas... and I have to say, it's one of the things we most look forward to in the whole season. I love to look back over seven Christmases now and think about the fun times we've shared... and I'm especially thankful they adopted me into their "boys' club!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday night with the Carrolls kicked off a week of great times with friends. Monday was spent in Livonia with Chris and Andrea Moyer and (newly engaged) Liz Baiocchi. Tuesday we had an end-of-the-year party for the teens at church, Wednesday we spent New Year's Eve at Shannon and Elliot's, along with Kelly and Ashley, Thursday we went to my grandpa's for the day, Friday was a nice, relaxing date night, and Saturday was Amy Boris's wedding! Yesterday by the time we got home from church, we barely had the energy to change into sweats before collapsing on the couch, literally for the next several hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I wrap this up, I was thinking about those seven straight nights with friends and how there isn't ONE picture to show for it, which is kind of sad. But then my very favorite John Mayer song came to mind. "Didn't have a camera by my side this time / Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes" ... "Today I finally overcame / Trying to fit the world inside a picture frame..." I just love this song. It's so true, often I think we miss being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; the little moments because we're too obsessed with trying to capture them. And obviously, there's merit in preserving the memory... but last week it was so nice to kick back and laugh until our bellies hurt without stopping to pose for a picture. Those memories last, too. And every year at Christmastime, I'm thankful for the friends who come home and the late nights spent this very way! So yes... it was a good, long break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-8552430062286538435?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8552430062286538435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=8552430062286538435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8552430062286538435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8552430062286538435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-recap-two-weeks-late.html' title='Christmas recap, two weeks late'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SWLx6-VVQAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/t8ooj4wRk64/s72-c/IMG_0342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-1554494025795003802</id><published>2008-12-24T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:04:38.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve already?!</title><content type='html'>I do not know what is going on with this blog, but for the past three days I've been trying to upload pictures to post and it won't work! It just keeps telling me "bad error." The first time that was kinda funny, but now it's just annoying! Anyway, I guess you'll have to wait to see pictures of the baby's room, our basement, and my hugely expanding form... I know, what a Christmas disappointment. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, being that it's been over a month since my last post, I should give an update. Team Remsing is doing well... I think I can finally say we are READY to meet this baby. There are still some little things to be done, but his clothes are washed, furniture is set up, and mom is feeling uncomfortable--so yes, ready is a good word. Pregnancy and I have gotten along pretty well, but I am now to the point where I'm excited to leave it in the past and have my little guy here to hold! My doctor told me on Monday that things are still "textbook perfect" and he will be fine to come any day. Now--there is still a month left till my due date, but if everyone can pray for a January 20 delivery, I would appreciate it. That is my grandpa's bday and he is hoping for a birthday buddy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin has been working his tail off to get everything ready. The basement looks amazing and is just waiting for some crown molding (and a good cleaning of the storage space... but that is a different, and probably boring, post altogether), he finished up the semester with two A's in two classes, and our Christmas lights look awesome! I can't seem to remember all the other things I want to mention, but suffice it to say that the last five weeks have been busy busy with very little time for rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my family's annual progressive dinner. We have been doing this for the last five years, ever since my great-grandma passed away, because Christmas Eve was always her night. Even when she moved in with my grandparents, she would make dinner (ham, chicken nuggets and pizza rolls... really and truly... because none of us kids likes ham!) and then we would crowd into the third bedroom used as her personal "living room" to open gifts. The progressive dinner is fun... but each Christmas Eve I miss her laugh and that special tradition. Anyway, today we are kicking it up a notch and the KIDS are hosting the day! Appetizers at Keith and Tarah's, a movie at Erin and John's, dinner HERE (in the basement, no less), and dessert at Steph and Jason's. Cross your fingers for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we'll head up north for the weekend, and then come back to a week off! Can't wait to catch up with some old friends and spend this holly, jolly time of year with our families. Christmas is HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing you and yours all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-1554494025795003802?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1554494025795003802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=1554494025795003802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1554494025795003802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1554494025795003802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-already.html' title='Christmas Eve already?!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-3150296948388754029</id><published>2008-11-16T16:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:00:34.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project and more projects</title><content type='html'>Let me just say that lately we have had projects coming out our ears. I could share some pictures, but I think it will be more fun to wait till the end. :) Last weekend we finally, finally painted the basement. It actually turned out to be pretty fun--Justin had a lock-in Friday night, so Saturday morning he got home and went to bed, and I headed straight downstairs to begin. I lugged down our 24" iMac to watch movies and got everything set up just so. I think I was a little more excited than anyone should generally be about painting for a couple reasons: 1) it was such a long time coming, and 2) that dark blue paint has been taunting me since we bought it during the Martin Luther King Day weekend sale--which was, of course, in JANUARY! Anyway, just as I finished the first coat (three hours later), Justin got up and came down to help. Over the course of Saturday and Sunday, we painted all the dark blue, cream on the bottom half for the wainscotting, and all the doors and molding, while going through four gallons of paint and six movies. It was pretty fun... one of those weekends where we were exhausted by the end, but feeling great about what we'd accomplished.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was about cleaning and organizing closets. I took a half day on Friday and completely emptied the closets in the baby's room and the office, then spent all yesterday packing clothes up to donate, throwing things away, storing things in tubs, and generally cleaning everything up. Since we're very clean, clutter-free people to begin with, I thought this would go quickly, but it took wayyyy longer than I anticipated! (side note, somebody commented at church this morning that I must be nesting, to which I replied that I think my whole life is nesting, so I can't really tell the difference). :) Anyway... three bags of garbage, three boxes of donations, two tubs for the basement, and three clean closets later... here we are. Justin and I agreed that once the basement is done and we can organize the storage area (where everything is currently shoved), our house will be 100% organized. What a feeling, just to be on the brink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Justin is working on the molding in the basement with Jason, and my mom and Steph just left after helping me paint the baby's room. Although I'm enjoying all the projects, I can't wait for them to be finished so we can just sit back and enjoy everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying this (suddenly snowy) Sunday afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-3150296948388754029?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3150296948388754029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=3150296948388754029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3150296948388754029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3150296948388754029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/11/project-and-more-projects.html' title='Project and more projects'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-2414869128661305346</id><published>2008-10-30T09:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:28:45.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Some pictures from Jeff... we've seen just a few so far and can't wait for the rest! I still need to get my hands on all the ones my aunts took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you'll see, Jeff and Corinna did an outstanding job. We were lucky to have two great photographers on hand to capture such a truly stunning day. The sky could not have been blue-er. And although it was cold taking all those shots outside, it was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1c62P4VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FNaU44XnTOk/s1600-h/101808jlb_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1c62P4VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FNaU44XnTOk/s320/101808jlb_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262937147996889426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff showed me this next one on the camera right after the ceremony and I couldn't wait to see a bigger version. I sure wish Justin and I had one like it! There is definitely something to be said for a wedding with so much natural light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1c-UxJiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Qw7SGVaCLvs/s1600-h/101808jlb_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1c-UxJiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Qw7SGVaCLvs/s320/101808jlb_007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262937148930205218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1cvMj2lI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kIuKrchREjE/s1600-h/101808jlb_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1cvMj2lI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kIuKrchREjE/s320/101808jlb_009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262937144869247570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could they look any happier?! And how about all that fall color? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1cqaU04I/AAAAAAAAAXE/WxUguNGERdo/s1600-h/101808cc_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1cqaU04I/AAAAAAAAAXE/WxUguNGERdo/s320/101808cc_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262937143584805762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1cfUhoOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/iCvGhgZVGQw/s1600-h/101808cc_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1cfUhoOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/iCvGhgZVGQw/s320/101808cc_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262937140607688930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying not to be jealous about these, because at my wedding (also held at a gorgeous country club, and only three days earlier in the year... perfect day for a perfect fall wedding, right?)--it rained from start to finish--which goes to show you can plan everything but the weather. In this case, Jason and Steph sure got lucky, and I'm so thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Cute side story, while we were out taking pictures, my mom said two different times, once with tears in her eyes... "Casey, I'm so sorry, you deserved a day like this!" I assured her that it was still a great day and things have worked out pretty well since!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the newlyweds are back from their honeymoon and settling into real, married life... I remember loving that part! Everything is so fun and new, and no one has to go home at night. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-2414869128661305346?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2414869128661305346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=2414869128661305346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2414869128661305346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2414869128661305346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title='The wedding, again'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQm1c62P4VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FNaU44XnTOk/s72-c/101808jlb_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-879117907060393830</id><published>2008-10-26T16:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:07:51.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Justin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQTSXdUjnwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/sZP_0yp9L2s/s1600-h/IMG_6959.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQTSXdUjnwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/sZP_0yp9L2s/s320/IMG_6959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261561565125254914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Justin is 28. I know this isn't the clearest picture, but there's something I love about it... it looks like a throwback, and it was taken on a really good day. His spirit comes through. And as long as I'm being sappy talking about things like his spirit, I'm going to take an idea from Kara Graves and what she did for Josh's birthday a few months ago--here is a list of the 28 very best things about my hubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. His sense of humor... and how he makes everyone laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. How much he appreciates my cooking, and always says he can taste the love in everything I make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. His trustworthy-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. His heart for serving others, no matter the time of day or the scope of the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How he takes care of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. His quiet, unassuming leadership skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Those blue, blue eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. His diehard love for the Tigers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. How he desires to always be a better person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. His appreciation for simple pleasures... a walk around the neighborhood, s'mores by a bonfire, reading in the hammock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. How he makes me feel like the "most beautiful girl in the world." Not sure how I tricked him, but he seems to really believe this is true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. His sense of pride in taking care of the things God has given us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. How he loves to play games, and never lets me win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Our shared love (and understanding) of "Disney Magic." Can't wait to share this with our kiddos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. His appreciation for history, and sense of patriotism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. The way kids (of all ages) love him, and relate to him, and trust him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. His humble-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. How he calls my mom and uses fake voices, and I can hear her laugh through the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. His million freckles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. His desire to see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. His ambition to further his education, and how hard he's working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. How he always says "vehicle" instead of car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. How special he makes me feel on a daily basis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. His love for the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. His minimalist approach to life, and independence from conformity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. How good he looks in a shirt and tie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. His appreciation of the Earth, from the vastness of the ocean to the beauty of a crisp fall day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. How I know (and have known, and been excited to see, for 7 years) that he will be the Best. Dad. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday bud... you're the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQTORBAAc7I/AAAAAAAAAV8/rpg9bkayyus/s1600-h/DSCF0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQTORBAAc7I/AAAAAAAAAV8/rpg9bkayyus/s320/DSCF0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557056397145010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-879117907060393830?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/879117907060393830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=879117907060393830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/879117907060393830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/879117907060393830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-justin-is-28.html' title='Happy Birthday Justin!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SQTSXdUjnwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/sZP_0yp9L2s/s72-c/IMG_6959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-7995368513856277631</id><published>2008-10-19T17:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:58:35.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steph and Jason are MARRIED!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Stephanie and Jason's wedding. It was a beautiful, perfect fall day... and I have no pictures to share. I didn't take my camera out once the whole weekend. However, I'm procrastinating on a big design project right now (not a smart idea because I have to finish it by tomorrow), so I thought I'd do a quick recap anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rehearsal was Thursday. It went well, and we had a fun, relaxing dinner at Kruse and Muer. Three courses over three hours (plus bread, of course) and we had to roll ourselves home. I love rehearsal dinners. This is time shared with the small group of people you love most, enjoying some seriously simple pleasures--fine food and good company. What could be better? No nerves, no pressure, just kick up your feet and drink in the moment. It's a great part of the wedding experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was a day of errands. Justin worked on the ceremony most of the evening while I ran around getting jewelry and gifts, cleaning the house, packing necessities, etc. Stephanie got a manicure and I think actually managed to relax on her last day as an Arnett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning, bright and early, I headed to my hair appointment. Justin dropped me off and then went to Panera to go over his notes. Appointment time was 8am, I was scheduled for a 40-minute time slot, and we (both) had to be at Cherry Creek at 9am to get dressed and begin pictures at 9:30. Now, I was leery about my hair, because when I booked the appointment I said I wanted a simple, down style and was then told the stylist would wash and dry it. I called back on Friday to verify there would be time for this and was assured it is normal protocol for "down" hair. So I got there on time, informed her of my schedule, and she washed, dried, curled, and finally began to do some pinning. I said, "You know, I feel like I've been here awhile... what time is it?" She checked and said "9:12." I almost had a heart attack on the spot. It was the instant, panicked feeling of oversleeping... while awake. I said, "I have to leave right this second," and literally threw money on the counter and ran out the door. Did I mention I had no makeup on? We got to Cherry Creek at 9:30 (half of my makeup done at this point, at the expense of powder, bronzer and blush now covering the car), and as soon as I entered the girls dressing room I started crying because there was EVERYONE else, all ready, and Steph already in her dress. Luckily, she and my mom both seemed still to love me, so I rushed to finish, and in the end everything worked out. But seriously, how can anyone be late to their own sister's wedding? The matron of honor and officiant/groomsman, no less? I felt awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that glitch, everything was smooth sailing. Pictures went well, the weather could not have been more perfect for a fall day, Stephanie was radiant, and both the ceremony and reception went off without a hitch. Justin was a complete stud and did an awesome job. I know it was Steph and Jason's day, but I felt like the real (secret) winner getting to go home with him at the end of it all. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'll find some pictures to share soon. In the meantime, congrats to the newly minted Mr. and Mrs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-7995368513856277631?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7995368513856277631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=7995368513856277631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/7995368513856277631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/7995368513856277631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/10/stpeh-and-jason-are-married.html' title='Steph and Jason are MARRIED!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-6269099206615777620</id><published>2008-10-15T09:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:15:50.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our best four years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is our fourth anniversary. I am a veeeery sentimental person, so anniversaries for me inevitably end up being a time to re-live the day in my mind (for example, four years ago right now all the girls in my family were decorating at Glen Oaks, etc.). I will continue to do this throughout the day, right up until 7:00 when I walked down the aisle on my dad's arm and met Justin at the end. The next few hours have become a bit of a blur, but there are many memories of small, individual moments that will, once again, bring a smile to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SPX8tlCNOmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3g5rSCFidbU/s1600-h/0204_IMG_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SPX8tlCNOmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3g5rSCFidbU/s320/0204_IMG_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257385999990602338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, having said all this, I realize more and more every year how little a wedding really is in the grand scheme. Yes, ours was fabulous down to the last detail, and I might even do it all again... but it pales in comparison to the life we've built together since that day. It has exceeded my expectations in every way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SPX8uXbtuUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5fqFIMV7nE4/s1600-h/0995_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SPX8uXbtuUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5fqFIMV7nE4/s320/0995_IMG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257386013519362370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo... kinda cheesy, but here's a "toast" to the next one year, and four years, and 10 and 20 years, courtesey our favors (laboriously handmade by my mom). I love you, bud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SPX4ICtVvRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VWAICrf68SI/s1600-h/0065_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SPX4ICtVvRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VWAICrf68SI/s320/0065_IMG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257380957074603282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-6269099206615777620?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6269099206615777620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=6269099206615777620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6269099206615777620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6269099206615777620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-four-years.html' title='Our best four years'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SPX8tlCNOmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3g5rSCFidbU/s72-c/0204_IMG_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-6013807605034714435</id><published>2008-10-09T20:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:42:13.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer service</title><content type='html'>As I type this, I have been on hold with AT&amp;amp;T for nearly 70 minutes. I'm trying to make some changes to our phone/internet/TV package in an attempt to SIMPLIFY our lives, and apparently they are experiencing a high call volume. This is even more annoying because approximately 75 minuts ago, after waiting on hold for only 15 minutes, a woman named Connie answered and said "How can I help you?" When I told her, she said, "Just one second while I access your account," and then immediately the line went dead. Now, I'm not trying to imply that Connie hung up on me, but I know it was not my fault! Then I called back and have waited 70 minutes since.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, after being on hold for even just 10 minutes, you've invested your time, and then you feel like that time will be wasted if you hang up. So you persist, and another 10 minutes go by, and eventually so many 10-minute segments that you make your way to 70 before a nice guy answers the phone and promptly says he has to transfer you to someone who can handle your problem. This time I said "If this call is disconnected... YOU call ME back!" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the 70 minutes I was at least productive... I made the previously mentioned chicken pot pie and put it in the oven, did some laundry, and now I'm typing this blog, which is long overdue. So I can't be too angry. Justin has been working on the basement all day and I'm happy to report it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; ready for paint. In fact, the small room will be painted this weekend so we can begin moving furniture around. We've been getting things done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to AT&amp;amp;T. We have all our utilities through AT&amp;amp;T--home phone, cable (Dish Network), high speed DSL, and most recently, wireless. It's already pretty simple, and generally I love its customer service. As I've continued to type, a woman who has proved herself INCREDIBLY helpful got on the line, suggested better changes than the ones I called to request, and actually dropped our bill by $40/month. With that being said, the 70 minutes (actually 88, now that the problems have been solved) were well worth the trouble. It makes me wonder what other calls I can make to "simplify" things and just how simple they then can get. Hmmm... I have some research to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first, it's time for the chicken pot pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-6013807605034714435?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6013807605034714435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=6013807605034714435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6013807605034714435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6013807605034714435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/10/customer-service.html' title='Customer service'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-7099219312553384628</id><published>2008-09-23T22:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:06:16.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've both been so excited to feel fall in the air lately. When I was growing up, everyone in my family had pools and summer was undoubtedly the best time of the year... but now that I work year-round and don't have those days to laze away on a raft, nothing makes me as happy as a crisp fall day. Even though Justin gets to enjoy the summer a bit more with all his youth ministry activities, he has the same appreciation for cooler temps, cider mills, and bonfires. It's certainly the most enjoyable time of year for us together, taking walks at night and reveling in the great state of Michigan as we drive through Rochester Hills and up to Higgins Lake watching the colors change almost before our eyes. Not to be outdone, our house looks the best in the fall, inside and out, and last weekend I was happy to finally pull out the fall decor and make some new pillows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hung the silk curtains up, but for a little change added drapery rings... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqwGOB-iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3vc6WlJYov0/s1600-h/DSCF0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqwGOB-iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3vc6WlJYov0/s320/DSCF0104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249414583956929058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after my good luck with the spring pillows (side note, I can hardly believe it's been six months since then), I decided to make some more for fall/winter. It was MUCH easier this time around and I love the result! The solid fabric is so cozy and soft... it was in the return bin at JoAnn's (half off, bonus!), and even though I thought it would contrast a bit more with the couch color, I'm still so happy with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqwjCgoSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tRHySs-MOVs/s1600-h/DSCF0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqwjCgoSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tRHySs-MOVs/s320/DSCF0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249414591693234466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple years ago I bought this leaf garland for the table and then decided I didn't like it. After having luck hanging berry garland from the cornice last Christmas, I found a perfect use for it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqxKeVpbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jrqkXPYRRIY/s1600-h/DSCF0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqxKeVpbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jrqkXPYRRIY/s320/DSCF0077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249414602278938034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, the fall table... haystack candle holders from Cracker Barrel and crackle tea light jars. They are SO pretty when lit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqxVddCMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/AiR4Cbh1q7A/s1600-h/DSCF0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqxVddCMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/AiR4Cbh1q7A/s320/DSCF0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249414605228017858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a lot of people mourn the end of summer, but as I sit in my cozy living room with the front door still open, I don't feel anything but excitement thinking about making homemade chicken pot pie and applesauce and carving pumpkins and wearing jackets. This year comes with a bit of added bonus because I know when the fall ends and winter comes, instead of inevitable bleakness after the holidays... our baby boy will be here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping you are all well and enjoying the change of season as much as the Remsings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-7099219312553384628?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7099219312553384628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=7099219312553384628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/7099219312553384628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/7099219312553384628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-updates.html' title='Fall updates'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SNmqwGOB-iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3vc6WlJYov0/s72-c/DSCF0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-6634257851360240412</id><published>2008-09-08T19:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:40:18.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty cute, if I do say so myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not normally the biggest fan of posting ultrasound images, because they all pretty much look the same and somehow seem kind of personal (I mean, that is MY body, right?)... but Justin and I both couldn't resist sharing what we got today when we went in to complete the screening from last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SMXCUWoxWtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aAah2uPwt8Y/s1600-h/Ultrasound_9.8_1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SMXCUWoxWtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aAah2uPwt8Y/s320/Ultrasound_9.8_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243810996072569554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumb sucking! How cute is that? It was truly amazing to see not only his little hand up by his face, but the actual sucking motion as his mouth and cheeks moved around it. At one point he took it out and gave us a little wave, then popped it right back in. I think we were almost more excited than last week finding out he was a boy, because this provided actual moving evidence that baby-like action is going on in there! We also did get the clear view of his heart (which was the reason for going back), and saw all four chambers and the valves opening and closing. I'm sure any of you who've had kids in recent years have seen this, but even knowing what to expect, it really was remarkable... it made me very thankful for modern technology. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, today we finally had our very first &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; cherry tomatoes. There are literally hundreds out on the vine, and they just will not turn red.  But today, sweet Monday, there were four. Truthfully they were a little orange and probably could have used a couple more days, but I just couldn't wait. I also meant to take a picture before I picked them... or ate them... but again, just couldn't wait. Now... hopefully the rest will cooperate before it gets too cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-6634257851360240412?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6634257851360240412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=6634257851360240412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6634257851360240412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6634257851360240412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/09/pretty-cute-if-i-do-say-so-myself.html' title='Pretty cute, if I do say so myself...'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SMXCUWoxWtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aAah2uPwt8Y/s72-c/Ultrasound_9.8_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-2059220576537119490</id><published>2008-09-02T23:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:59:02.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A  BOY!</title><content type='html'>Our appointment today went well and there's no doubt he's a boy. :)  It's so exciting to have more of a concrete identity for this baby! The only hitch was that he was apparently pretty sleepy today, laying facedown straight across my midsection, and despite a walk and lots of poking and proding he wouldn't budge... so the sonographer couldn't access all the areas of his heart that need to be checked and measured. Not a big deal, I just have to go back later this week for part 2. Thankfully, everything she was able to see (spine, hands, feet, kidneys, etc) looked perfect. He is measuring about 9 oz, in the 50th percentile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a very long day--I'm exhausted--so that's it for now. Thank you for thinking of us and for all the sweet comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-2059220576537119490?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2059220576537119490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=2059220576537119490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2059220576537119490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2059220576537119490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-boy.html' title='IT&apos;S A  BOY!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-8376040495543620841</id><published>2008-08-28T19:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:50:06.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, Justin whipped our garage into shape! He spent nearly an entire day power washing and stripping the floor, then painted the walls. I painted our old kitchen cabinets, which have been sitting in the shed playing Spider Hotel for two years, with a really cool sand texture (did you know you can add it to any can of paint for just $2?). After hanging the cabinets, everything got cleaned and super organized!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx8roB3GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C2XpR8k4HTo/s1600-h/DSCF0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx8roB3GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C2XpR8k4HTo/s320/DSCF0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239711610041392226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bikes got hung on the wall and you can see the "sports area" in the corner. The blinds also got a good scrubbing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx9D-LJmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TEM_QtSlJmc/s1600-h/DSCF0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx9D-LJmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/TEM_QtSlJmc/s320/DSCF0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239711616576726626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the yard tools and ladder, nice and organized:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx9vfEB_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/yRxYmmpxD6U/s1600-h/DSCF0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx9vfEB_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/yRxYmmpxD6U/s320/DSCF0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239711628257396722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The counter is just pressed particle board. Some new hardware, a home for the tool cabinet and shop vac, and voila! Project complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx-Cdxu5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/y1ZkVEGbyis/s1600-h/DSCF0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx-Cdxu5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/y1ZkVEGbyis/s320/DSCF0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239711633352276882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big thanks to Chuck and Dave Lock who helped Justin hang the cabinets... as all jobs usually go, this turned into a much bigger project than anyone anticipated and they were here for the heavy lifting (literally). On the bright side, we now know for sure that the walls going into our house are VERY secure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For anyone who might be more interested in a baby update than garage progress, here is a picture of me taken about a week ago. Only five more days till we find out what this little one is! Then... the real fun begins when I start making decorating plans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx-s57RzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cnlF76piQ-Y/s1600-h/DSCF0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx-s57RzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cnlF76piQ-Y/s320/DSCF0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239711644744632114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-8376040495543620841?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8376040495543620841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=8376040495543620841' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8376040495543620841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8376040495543620841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/08/garage-makeover.html' title='Garage Makeover'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SLcx8roB3GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/C2XpR8k4HTo/s72-c/DSCF0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-8044382114190666584</id><published>2008-08-10T22:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:56:48.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJ-sBQff0oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2DPACbempiY/s1600-h/DSCF0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJ-sBQff0oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2DPACbempiY/s320/DSCF0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233090429634728578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was Justin's 10-year high school reunion... yikes! It's funny how people can move on, graduate from college, get married, buy a house, have kids, but nothing truly makes us feel old until that decade marker comes calling. Even though it can be kind of unappealing to think about revisiting those old days, there's something about the "going back" that's priceless. These are the people and places where we first became who we are today, and that seems to be especially true in a small, northern Michigan town where families are so intwined in one anothers' lives and summer days are whiled away on the shores of a sparkling lake. A little awkward, maybe... but a little magical, too. Either way, it was GREAT to spend time with friends of Justin's from high school who have truly become dear friends of mine over the last few years, as well as meet some of his old buddies for the first time. And despite the crazy weather (torrential downpours and freezing cold, tornado-force winds... while we were outside having the party in a pavillion on the lake) it was a fun time to reconnect and reminisce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the heels of this nostalgia, we finally feel the time has come to announce an addition to our family, coming on or about January 28, 2009... a few days before would be okay with me. :) Baby Remsing is 16 weeks and counting, and in just three weeks we'll find out whether it's a boy or a girl. I'm sure more will come later, but for now just know that baby--and I--are doing great, a little bump is growing, and we're super excited. Right now we can only wonder what the next 10 years will bring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-8044382114190666584?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8044382114190666584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=8044382114190666584' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8044382114190666584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8044382114190666584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/08/expectant.html' title='Expectant'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJ-sBQff0oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2DPACbempiY/s72-c/DSCF0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-6427970283679818602</id><published>2008-07-30T17:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:13:46.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We're finally reaping some sort of a "harvest" in the garden! The plants are actually a little bit out of control... I think next year we may have to 1) bump out that box another foot, and 2) plant fewer things. :) First, a shot of just half the plants--from left to right, squash, pea pods, green beans, cherry tomatoes, and corn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDicGynhAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O-wq7YtOjvA/s1600-h/IMG_7208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDicGynhAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O-wq7YtOjvA/s320/IMG_7208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228928139864278018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first squash... we ate it for dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDicU0JhgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HSu8RzlrRdM/s1600-h/IMG_7200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDicU0JhgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HSu8RzlrRdM/s320/IMG_7200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228928143628797442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green beans... we need to stop eating these off the vine or there won't ever be any to bring inside and cook. I think we both prefer them raw anyway. They are soooo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDic1SYWlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gx5U_DMfKzU/s1600-h/IMG_7203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDic1SYWlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gx5U_DMfKzU/s320/IMG_7203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228928152345533010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corn... I didn't realize corn grew like this. The plants are only about 4' tall, so I'm anxious to see whether this actually becomes real corn on the cob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDidYwcmaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6GYV4Vqr3eE/s1600-h/IMG_7206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDidYwcmaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6GYV4Vqr3eE/s320/IMG_7206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228928161866881442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, the crown glory of the garden... our first little teeny tomatoes. I literally cannot wait for these to ripen. It makes me think of the summer I lived with Gayle Flanigan and Her Fabulous Garden--often she would go out of town and tell me to help myself to anything growing. You should know that Gayle is a wonderful, diligent gardener and had more vegetables than I can ever hope to grow... but anyway, I'm telling you, I would pack quart-sized ziploc baggies with cherry tomatoes, take them to work, and eat them until my mouth burned from the acid. Who does that? And why do I tell these stories online? I sound insane. Either way, I can't wait to do the same thing here... fingers are still crossed that we'll get more than just these four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDid7UIN-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZwFsG0C_f-4/s1600-h/IMG_7216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDid7UIN-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZwFsG0C_f-4/s320/IMG_7216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228928171143346146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's about it for us... Justin's been in the middle of an Extreme Makeover: Garage Edition, so once that's finished I'll post some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-6427970283679818602?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6427970283679818602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=6427970283679818602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6427970283679818602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6427970283679818602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/07/garden-growing.html' title='Garden growing'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SJDicGynhAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O-wq7YtOjvA/s72-c/IMG_7208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-909473735753072668</id><published>2008-07-21T19:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:19:12.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back on a good weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No, I don't mean this one, although it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; pretty good. Justin came home from a week at MCYC on Friday and it triggered a memory of this same weekend last summer. Since that was pre-blog, I thought I'd give a little recap of one of our best weekends of 2007. Brace yourselves... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin and I love LOVE Harry Potter. We got into the books much later than the rest of the world, but quickly became crazy analytic fans... they are just that good and we couldn't help ourselves. Especially me--because, if you know me well, you know that I do not merely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; my favorite things in life. When something touches my core, it becomes a near obsession and I want to learn every detail about it. I like to think I just love passionately, and it applies to everything in my life... other people probably think I'm a little overboard. Anyway, I could go on, but you get the idea. With the release of the final book in the Harry Potter series looming last summer, we were beside ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin spent the week prior at camp. I went out on Thursday and bought all our favorite snacks. We'd made a plan not to leave the house until we finished reading, to avoid potential spoilers, so I knew we'd need sustinence! Friday morning I went to Barnes and Noble to get wristbands, which marked our places in line... #77 and #78 (yes, we pre-ordered two books). Went to work for the day, then came home to meet Justin, who I think had just enough time for a shower before jumping in the car to go to the Tigers game (side note: in addition to it being the Summer of HP, it was also the Summer of the Tigers--Justin had season tickets for the first time and went to nearly all 27 games in the plan). I actually cannot believe I'm posting this, but I made a sign for the occasion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SIXiqfI7EKI/AAAAAAAAANk/ygUqu-ntEkw/s1600-h/IMG_6895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SIXiqfI7EKI/AAAAAAAAANk/ygUqu-ntEkw/s320/IMG_6895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225832162174636194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before you judge too harshly, I did NOT hold it up during the game... I was too embarrased. Truthfully, I only made it because I thought it might get us on TV. Anyway, I still insisted that we take a picture before we left, although Justin didn't want to be seen with it (or me, probably, at that point). We drove from Comerica to Barnes and Noble, where we found all kinds of cool things going on as everyone waited for midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SIXiqj5PweI/AAAAAAAAANs/8gWflc8J-HM/s1600-h/IMG_6904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SIXiqj5PweI/AAAAAAAAANs/8gWflc8J-HM/s320/IMG_6904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225832163451060706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that, things happened pretty fast... we were out of the store with our books by ten minutes past midnight, and managed to get home spoiler-free (I may or may not have been listening to my iPod as we walked to the car). Read a couple of chapters before going to sleep, then had a reading marathon on Saturday with Chubby Hubby, chips and salsa, etc. We both finished the book late that night and then were able to have a nice, relaxing Sunday going back over our favorite parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SIXiqtExwpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Uc0LPRbzIRg/s1600-h/IMG_6909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SIXiqtExwpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Uc0LPRbzIRg/s320/IMG_6909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225832165915345554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, that's about it... as I started by saying, all those memories just came back to me as I waited for Justin to get home from camp on Friday. Unlike last year, it didn't turn out to be a very exciting night... just some grilling, Tigers game on TV, and then a very tired husband passed out on the couch. Still, a relaxing Friday is not bad at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and as for the book itself? I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-909473735753072668?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/909473735753072668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=909473735753072668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/909473735753072668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/909473735753072668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-back-on-good-weekend.html' title='Looking back on a good weekend'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SIXiqfI7EKI/AAAAAAAAANk/ygUqu-ntEkw/s72-c/IMG_6895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-5996848721687398822</id><published>2008-07-14T18:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:43:37.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The last couple of weeks have just flown right by, full of all kinds of summer fun. First there was our trip up north to Higgins Lake... it was wonderful. We were so thankful (and somewhat surprised) to have PERFECT weather the entire time we were there, because prior to the 4th, as any of you Michiganders know, there'd been a lot of rain and not a lot of summer. We drove through a pretty torrential storm on the way up, which actually was incredibly scary--for me--Justin never seems scared--but hydroplaning on I-75 is not my idea of a super safe ride! Thursday morning dawned clear and bright, and our morning bike ride convinced us that it was going to be a beautiful day! We got right out on the boat and enjoyed a lot of sun before heading for West Branch and dinner at G's... mmm... pocket pizza. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvezJgTN9I/AAAAAAAAANE/syvc0fBIFFA/s1600-h/IMG_7057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvezJgTN9I/AAAAAAAAANE/syvc0fBIFFA/s320/IMG_7057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223013163172313042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, the 4th, was another great day and even warmer. It again started with a bike ride and then an afternoon on the boat. Steve and Amber surprised everyone by coming in for the weekend, bringing with them with about $100 worth of illegal fireworks... which led to a couple of loud nights. Here is the fearless captain manning his boat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvezW_EQyI/AAAAAAAAANM/ttm-BXP1o2c/s1600-h/IMG_7080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvezW_EQyI/AAAAAAAAANM/ttm-BXP1o2c/s320/IMG_7080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223013166791017250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday night we went to the fireworks in Roscommon. I love up north fireworks because they're much less crowded, which means you can sit much closer to the action. This year we saw fireworks in Livonia, Rochester, and Roscommon, and these were by far the closest--the explosions are right overhead! Here we are before the show:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvezwH7gHI/AAAAAAAAANU/ve2cxUXGxQ8/s1600-h/IMG_7108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvezwH7gHI/AAAAAAAAANU/ve2cxUXGxQ8/s320/IMG_7108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223013173539078258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Justin with his mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHve0Gs0REI/AAAAAAAAANc/kvm_7J5zj7U/s1600-h/IMG_7111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHve0Gs0REI/AAAAAAAAANc/kvm_7J5zj7U/s320/IMG_7111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223013179599373378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home late on Saturday after another perfect day. Only three and a half weeks till we go back... not that I'm counting. :) That trip will be for Justin's 10th high school reunion... crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of things that make me feel old, last Monday was my birthday. Justin planned a trip to the shipwreck exhibit at the Science Center because I kind of have a thing for shipwrecks. It was a great exhibit, not crowded at all... just a fun way to spend the day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvdRgD7mMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-8bLu3Lc7wg/s1600-h/IMG_7137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvdRgD7mMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-8bLu3Lc7wg/s320/IMG_7137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223011485600159938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This glass wall behind us in this next picture is filled with bottles from the S.S. Republic, a ship that wrecked off the coast of Georgia in 1865. In fact, the exhibit focused mainly on this ship and had tons of artifacts, but the bottle wall was my favorite because it was next to a kiosk where you could select each and every bottle and listen to a narrative about what type it was, what it contained, where it was found, etc. Some still had their stoppers intact, which have preserved the contents for all these years! I'm probably starting to sound pretty nerdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvdSKqTyvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7q1H1K91d1E/s1600-h/IMG_7157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvdSKqTyvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7q1H1K91d1E/s320/IMG_7157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223011497035418354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday afternoon we went to a Tigers game with the Locks. We've gone to a game with Chuck and Kylie every year since 2002, followed by dinner at Pizza Papalis in Greektown... and the last couple of years have been extra fun with Gloria in tow. We got rained on a bit at the beginning, which led to a pretty sticky and uncomfortable day... but it was still a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvdSj8aRJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/_29x-GtiZZc/s1600-h/IMG_7167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvdSj8aRJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/_29x-GtiZZc/s320/IMG_7167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223011503822226578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvdS7HEqPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xQNp00o7y40/s1600-h/IMG_7175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvdS7HEqPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xQNp00o7y40/s320/IMG_7175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223011510040963314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin loves Gloria soooo much. She is completely full of energy and life, and I love to watch them play together! Anyway, another long post... it's harder to keep up than I anticipated... I forgive all you bloggers for wondering why you never update! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-5996848721687398822?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5996848721687398822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=5996848721687398822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5996848721687398822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5996848721687398822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Last couple of weeks'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SHvezJgTN9I/AAAAAAAAANE/syvc0fBIFFA/s72-c/IMG_7057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-1899329592629000751</id><published>2008-07-02T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:27:43.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the open road</title><content type='html'>Tonight we're leaving for Higgins Lake straight after church. For weeks I've been so excitedto take this trip--4th of July has been our first Higgins trip of the summer the last couple of years, so there's a lot of anticipation for the biking, boating, ice cream, fireworks, G's Pizza... relaxing... etc. There will be pictures to share in a few days--but right now I'm not thinking about the coming-home part... just the going-up part.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our outdoor life is progressing well as the flowers continue to blossom and the plants in the garden grow higher and higher. I've been meaning to post pictures but just haven't had a chance to upload and sort lately. Yesterday I thinned out a few more tomato plants and was excited to notice that the vines actually smell like cherry tomatoes! Soon, hopefully, we'll have something to eat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... that's it for now... just a short little hello. Oh, and I do have a short amendment to the previous post when I said tomatoes are my #1 favorite food... I must have been confused by all the gardening. In actuality, bread is my #1 favorite food and tomatoes are #2. Justin says he has too many to list. Happy 4th of July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-1899329592629000751?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1899329592629000751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=1899329592629000751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1899329592629000751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1899329592629000751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/07/hitting-open-road.html' title='Hitting the open road'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-8308683887222167217</id><published>2008-06-22T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:57:48.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Keith and Tarah's wedding was... what can I say? A great occasion. Friday turned out to be a gorgeous day, despite previous forecasts calling for clouds and rain... which worked out for the best, since the sunshine perfectly complimented the Tiffany blue and hot pink color palette--a stunning combination! Although I had my camera with me throughout the rehearsal and wedding day, I never once got it out, choosing instead to just enjoy the moment. Luckily many of the other people around didn't make that same choice, so hopefully I'll be able to collect pictures soon from my Aunt Donna, Jamie, Steph, etc. In the meantime, Jeff (of jlbwedding.com) sent over some teaser photos yesterday morning that I thought I'd share. Jeff did a fantastic job, and I heard raving compliments about him throughout the day. It made me feel great that 1) the recommendation worked out, and 2) we had a friend with a vested personal interest, aside from the obvious professional one, there to capture the day. Anyway, without further delay, a few of Jeff's teasers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling that even when we've seen all 800+ images, this will remain one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3UOCg2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/d5ley1dwFxo/s1600-h/062008teasers_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3UOCg2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/d5ley1dwFxo/s320/062008teasers_005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214853758978261858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3rFxnxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DLlA1fp_3Dk/s1600-h/062008teasers_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3rFxnxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DLlA1fp_3Dk/s320/062008teasers_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214853765117615890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3rBdBwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hUE0iYmOlRU/s1600-h/062008teasers_004.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3rBdBwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hUE0iYmOlRU/s320/062008teasers_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214853765099489026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3r1E9EI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GNGQvhTHIu4/s1600-h/062008teasers_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3r1E9EI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GNGQvhTHIu4/s320/062008teasers_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214853765316015170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h32yu3WI/AAAAAAAAAMY/htxPRo7Kq5I/s1600-h/062008teasers_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h32yu3WI/AAAAAAAAAMY/htxPRo7Kq5I/s320/062008teasers_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214853768258968930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to go to a wedding, or especially stand in one, and not remember those vows we made four years ago. I anticipate feeling that way throughout my life, getting to relive the commitment over and over again as I watch each new couple make it for the first time. When it's someone in your family, I think it becomes even more significant, because there's a sense of gaining someone new to love and cherish as a part of the bigger whole--almost like we're all involved in the commitment. Tarah has been a part of our family for a long time now, but knowing she's finally locked in, so to speak, is pretty special! I told Keith years ago that he better not mess this one up, because Tarah was such a keeper... and I'm so grateful that he never did. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now they're off on an adventurous Californian honeymoon, and we of course wish them all the best as they begin a beautiful life together. Good weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-8308683887222167217?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8308683887222167217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=8308683887222167217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8308683887222167217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8308683887222167217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SF7h3UOCg2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/d5ley1dwFxo/s72-c/062008teasers_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-4762475098394685030</id><published>2008-06-10T17:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:29:02.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well... I know it's been a very long time since we (meaning I) have posted. I can never pinpoint where the time goes. We keep busy, that is for sure... it's the only explanation for how three weeks can just pass right by.  We've done lots of yard work, enjoyed Memorial Day weekend with friends, family, and of course plenty of food, said good-bye for the summer to our friends at City Mission, gone to a couple of Tigers games, made preparations for Keith and Tarah's wedding (next Friday!), and even spent some time relaxing in the sun. Not a bad way to spend three weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I'd taken some pictures after the storms last weekend. Our yard was a mess! A couple of huge limbs came down, and our patio furniture blew over all in one piece (umbrella, stand, and table) and landed on the lawn. The power was out from Sunday afternoon until Monday morning, and even now isn't back to 100%... the lights, vent fan in the bathroom, air conditioning, and garbage disposal all seem to be running at half-mast. But I'm definitely thankful for the power we do have! Although truthfully, Sunday night was kind of nice with candles everywhere, reading in complete peace and quiet and eating all the ice cream before it could melt. If only we hadn't been so worried about the food in the freezer and the sump pump working, I think we could've (temporarily) gotten used to the Amish lifestyle. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get to the title of this post... the garden... along with all our yardwork Memorial Day weekend, we planted a vegetable garden for the first time. Justin ripped out the area behind our garage and built it up with railroad ties to create a nice little box. We also replaced the rotting railroad ties around the flowerbed behind the deck and put down a new layer of cocoa mulch everywhere (which unfortunately has now been completely covered by helicopters... I do NOT remember having this problem last year, and it's awfully frusterating!). Here are a couple of pictures: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the day we put everything down and planted the seeds. From left to right, tomatillos, cucumbers, squash, banana peppers, pea pods, green beans, cherry tomatoes, and corn... pretty ambitious, but why not? And while I'm thinking about it, if you want to know a fun fact about me... tomatoes are my #1 favorite food, especially the cherry/grape varieties. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LDlNqraI/AAAAAAAAALQ/W7mJUtbNhqU/s1600-h/IMG_7002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LDlNqraI/AAAAAAAAALQ/W7mJUtbNhqU/s320/IMG_7002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210395450047901090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this picture was taken today, just 17 days later! I already had to go in and thin out the plants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LEsywyjI/AAAAAAAAALY/1I8CBJ-tn24/s1600-h/IMG_7029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LEsywyjI/AAAAAAAAALY/1I8CBJ-tn24/s320/IMG_7029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210395469262408242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin got home while I was out taking pictures. He's on his fourth week of riding his bike to work... pretty impressive. He was standing on the deck and I told him to be still so I could take a picture of all my favorite things... haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LFLrpvhI/AAAAAAAAALg/3DWWNfHtUp8/s1600-h/IMG_7034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LFLrpvhI/AAAAAAAAALg/3DWWNfHtUp8/s320/IMG_7034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210395477554085394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just for fun, a couple pictures from the Tigers game on Friday. The sky was gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LF1xIlJI/AAAAAAAAALo/WYRr2bJ3ZEs/s1600-h/IMG_7018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LF1xIlJI/AAAAAAAAALo/WYRr2bJ3ZEs/s320/IMG_7018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210395488851367058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LGkYFyGI/AAAAAAAAALw/231qrMhgoIY/s1600-h/IMG_7015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LGkYFyGI/AAAAAAAAALw/231qrMhgoIY/s320/IMG_7015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210395501362792546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all I've got for now. Hope everyone is well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-4762475098394685030?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/4762475098394685030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=4762475098394685030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/4762475098394685030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/4762475098394685030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/06/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SE8LDlNqraI/AAAAAAAAALQ/W7mJUtbNhqU/s72-c/IMG_7002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-8470267044006043082</id><published>2008-05-22T23:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:42:26.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously... what is going on here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Has anyone else noticed an obscene amount of tragedy in recent weeks? World events aside (which is saying a lot, considering the scope and magnitude of natural disasters that have occured), I'm speaking of deep, profound, personal loss, right here on the homefront.  Not those who've died of old age (although there have been three at church in as many weeks, after a long, long period free from funerals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last week, we had a friend lose his dad at age 48 to a heart attack while he slept.  Other friends whose perfectly healthy baby died at 38 weeks when his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck in the womb. People we know of who were killed when a drunk driver hit their motorcycle head-on on Telegraph Rd.  A Christian music superstar whose daughter was accidentally run over by her brother backing out of the driveway at their Nashville home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just hard to believe, hard to accept, and especially, hard to get off my mind.  I feel weighted by this burden of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, in these same times of devastation, some people continue to experience great joys of their own.  Yesterday other friends welcomed a daughter, and this weekend still others will marry.  The world keeps moving forward, even when one person may feel that in his life it has stopped completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible says there's a season for everything, including both mourning and dancing.  I suppose we can only pray that God will strengthen those who feel they will never be strong again, and that he will bear their grief as only he can.  May he use us as vessels to bring peace and healing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-8470267044006043082?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8470267044006043082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=8470267044006043082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8470267044006043082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8470267044006043082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/05/seriously-what-is-going-on-here.html' title='Seriously... what is going on here?'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-1336683297972746463</id><published>2008-05-17T21:41:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:24:15.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Naples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know we haven't updated in awhile... with good reason!  We took a few days off to travel and soak up some sun.  Friends from church generously offered us their Naples condo, and we jumped at the opportunity to have a mini-vacation.  Even though we didn't do much besides lay on the beach and eat at incredible restaurants, it still had moments of excitement... starting with a middle-of-the-night drive from central Florida to the coast.  We chose to fly to Orlando under the guise that tickets were less pricey, but deep down this decision was made because we wanted to justify spending a day at Disney World, our favorite place.  Our flight arrived in Orlando at 10:30pm on Thursday, May 8, and knowing it was a 3.5 hour drive to Naples, I figured we'd get in around 2:30am after picking up our luggage and a car.  Well--as of course any seasoned traveler knows, these things NEVER take as short a time as we would hope, and by the time we left the rental car place (in a brand-new Prius Hybrid... so nice!), it was already nearly midnight.  We'd never eaten dinner, so Jus pulled off the freeway at an IHOP, which turned out to be directly next to the Downtown Disney entrance.  After finishing our late-night breakfast, we took a quick drive around Mickey's kingdom (asking ourselves why we were about to drive three additional hours when clearly we were already at the Happiest Place on Earth) and finally got on the road at 1:20am.  Three long hours later, we pulled into a sprawling condominium metropolis that housed at least five different complexes... and it took us an additional 20 minutes to locate ours.  Talk about a long night!  At that point, we were questioning whether our decision was worth it... and as you'll see... we luckily found that YES, absolutely it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is already going to be the longest post ever because I have a bunch of photos and even a video clip to follow, so I'll try to speed it along.  Basically, we layed on the beach for three straight days, enjoying a packed lunch of Boar's Head cracked pepper turkey sandwiches with Muenster cheese, pretzles, and grapes, and spent each evening exploring Naples' beautiful architecture and landscaping, fabulous dining and shops, and deep historical roots.  All in all, it was a vacation right up our alley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here starts the photographic tour.  Our beautiful beach, and the Naples Pier several blocks off (built in 1888 by the town's first settlers):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-TP4hOssI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pbijrcM3mXE/s1600-h/IMG_6785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-TP4hOssI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pbijrcM3mXE/s320/IMG_6785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201537995715293890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us on the pier:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-TQIhOstI/AAAAAAAAALA/Bw4k44iSYiE/s1600-h/IMG_6805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-TQIhOstI/AAAAAAAAALA/Bw4k44iSYiE/s320/IMG_6805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201538000010261202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vergina, a great Italian restaurant on the downtown strip where we ate our second night.  Everything in Naples is beautifully lit at night, and all the restaurants have live entertainment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-TQohOsuI/AAAAAAAAALI/2s94EaFu5K0/s1600-h/IMG_6853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-TQohOsuI/AAAAAAAAALI/2s94EaFu5K0/s320/IMG_6853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201538008600195810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying key lime pie at Yabba, also our second night (we had dessert at a different place each night so as to maximize our dining experience... haha): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R64hOsnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YrgCcW1gF74/s1600-h/IMG_6862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R64hOsnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YrgCcW1gF74/s320/IMG_6862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201536535426413170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of Naples' stunning homes... this first one is right on the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R7IhOsoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FjOhOyMPOds/s1600-h/IMG_6873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R7IhOsoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FjOhOyMPOds/s320/IMG_6873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201536539721380482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R7ohOspI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LgAFGNO3Kb0/s1600-h/IMG_6810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R7ohOspI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LgAFGNO3Kb0/s320/IMG_6810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201536548311315090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jus on the beach one evening when we tried to catch the sunset... unfortunately it dipped behind the haze and never came back out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R74hOsqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DKjdCl4RlIE/s1600-h/IMG_6868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R74hOsqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DKjdCl4RlIE/s320/IMG_6868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201536552606282402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me the same night... this is barely a half hour after I had finished getting ready.  Can you believe what the humidity did to my hair in that short amount of time?  It happened every night... Naples' natives MUST have some special hair products we midwesterners know nothing about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R8YhOsrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_R9-WW-C38w/s1600-h/IMG_6890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-R8YhOsrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_R9-WW-C38w/s320/IMG_6890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201536561196217010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner our third night at the Old Naples Pub.  This was by far our favorite meal, and it was just burgers!  Such a great atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-PvIhOsiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XABG5hWV-S4/s1600-h/IMG_6900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-PvIhOsiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XABG5hWV-S4/s320/IMG_6900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534134539694626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday morning we packed up and headed back for our day at Disney World.  First we hit up Downtown Disney (12pm):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-PvYhOsjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fTYjekRJ1X4/s1600-h/IMG_6926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-PvYhOsjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fTYjekRJ1X4/s320/IMG_6926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534138834661938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Magic Kingdom (1:30pm):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-Pv4hOskI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BulgaFGbboE/s1600-h/IMG_6962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-Pv4hOskI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BulgaFGbboE/s320/IMG_6962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534147424596546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Magic Kingdom at 5pm for the park formerly known as MGM (now Disney's Hollywood Studios).  There we didn't take many pictures because we were too busy speeding around to our favorite rides and attractions!  We made it onto Tower of Terror four times before running (literally) out the gates to make our 9:30pm dinner reservation at Narcoossee's at the Grand Floridian.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-PwIhOslI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5oIWZH8Eou8/s1600-h/IMG_6988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-PwIhOslI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5oIWZH8Eou8/s320/IMG_6988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534151719563858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Narcoossee's is located on the shores of the Seven Seas lagoon, facing Magic Kingdom, where nightly fireworks go off at 10pm.  We were late, had to change in the car, and ran in pretty flustered... until one of those amazing Disney staff members led us to our table, which turned out to be the best seat in the house.  10 minutes later, the lights in the restaurant went down and music filled the air as fireworks hit the sky above Cinderella Castle.  It was one of our best Disney moments EVER!  And surprise, surprise... dinner was phenomenal.  Here we are outside Narcoossee's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-PwYhOsmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WKUHZjW-nII/s1600-h/IMG_6985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-PwYhOsmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WKUHZjW-nII/s320/IMG_6985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534156014531170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, the video below is Justin giving a little play-by-play of the action, although, since it was during the fireworks and the aforementioned lights were off, you can't really see him at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15ebe8f88017084f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15ebe8f88017084f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331853775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4659ADB76C881E88158FD3388C2A339518C05919.2388FFEB7BC15EEFAD605FE91E05D71687301D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15ebe8f88017084f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPSxgBSrVa_TmJ1oj0Sif9oNzSbw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15ebe8f88017084f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331853775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4659ADB76C881E88158FD3388C2A339518C05919.2388FFEB7BC15EEFAD605FE91E05D71687301D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15ebe8f88017084f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPSxgBSrVa_TmJ1oj0Sif9oNzSbw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our flight left at 6:15 the next morning, so after finishing at Narcoossee's we spent a long night wandering Disney property (and sleeping in the car in the parking lot of the Boardwalk Resort) before heading to the airport at 3:30am.  Still totally worth it.  It was JUST what we needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now... back to reality.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-1336683297972746463?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=15ebe8f88017084f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1336683297972746463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=1336683297972746463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1336683297972746463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1336683297972746463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-naples.html' title='Trip to Naples'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SC-TP4hOssI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pbijrcM3mXE/s72-c/IMG_6785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-650222541618708049</id><published>2008-05-04T23:47:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:07:23.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom &amp; Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a pretty fun weekend celebrating both of my parents' birthdays... my dad's was yesterday (May 3) and my mom's is today (May 4). They're one year and one day apart in age... and this year was extra-special because my mom turned the big 5-0! We surprised her with dinner at Bravo on Thursday night, which was organized entirely by Jim Arnett himself, planning his first-ever event. It turned out so well he may want to consider going into business. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6GApY8vdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s3gmF0RJevw/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6GApY8vdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s3gmF0RJevw/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196738365700750802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When my mom got to the restaurant, she thought she was meeting just our immediate family for dinner. However, the surprise included our entire family and all of her wonderful work buddies. It was also Logan's first birthday party... and as you may be able to see in this first picture, he was beyond himself with excitement!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E8JY8vYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OIVOmn24aBU/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E8JY8vYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OIVOmn24aBU/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196737188879711618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, how cute are they? My mom was shocked to hear all about how my dad pulled it off--although the biggest surprise was just the fact that he was able to keep the secret!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E85Y8vZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SxsqnihW6D4/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E85Y8vZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SxsqnihW6D4/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196737201764613522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandpa said, "I wouldn't miss this for anything... I was there 50 years ago and I'm still here today!" Keith then chimed in, saying... "Aunt Deb, I just realized that Logan is as close to your age as you are to 100!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E9JY8vaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9uQS8Jvr-mA/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E9JY8vaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9uQS8Jvr-mA/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196737206059580834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Justin, Jason, Steph, Christina (my dad's youngest sister), her husband Brian, me, and Dad... also our delicious appetizers and dinner menus. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E9ZY8vbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gvpjkl_enjA/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E9ZY8vbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gvpjkl_enjA/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196737210354548146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan just started playing the clarinet at school. She learned Happy Birthday just for the occasion and did a GREAT job with it! We were all pretty impressed, especially that she played it in front of all those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E9pY8vcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DSoQnqpCtYA/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6E9pY8vcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DSoQnqpCtYA/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196737214649515458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erin, me, and John. We were in a private room and the staff was fabulous. They really took care of us and helped to make it such a memorable night. Our family has always been big on spending birthdays together, and now that we're all a little older, it's nice to be able to go out to a nice restaurant and spend an evening just kicking back and relaxing with great food and conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we went back to Livonia for pizza and presents. Justin and I got my parents a personalized address embosser from &lt;a href="http://www.expressionery.com/"&gt;Expressionery.com&lt;/a&gt;--and now I want one for myself! It's a pretty cool little toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more serious note... I know I've been kind of sappy lately, posting about being proud of Justin and everything, so if you want to get out before the cheese starts, this is fair warning. The thing that really made this weekend special was just the idea that we were able to celebrate the lives of two people who inspire and encourage us (and so many others) daily. Both of my parents work so hard and give so much of themselves without asking anything in return--a rare trait--and having the opportunity to do something nice for them really just fills me with joy. It's awesome to hear people say what great parents we have, and how they've blessed their lives, and on and on. It never gets old! And I have to say, although they're now both officially "over the hill" ... it still doesn't seem like they ever get old, either (I'm thankful for those genes!). :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you, Mom and Dad! Happy birthday, and thank you for being such amazing people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-650222541618708049?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/650222541618708049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=650222541618708049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/650222541618708049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/650222541618708049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-mom-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom &amp; Dad!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SB6GApY8vdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s3gmF0RJevw/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-5994375279310550271</id><published>2008-04-29T23:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:36:31.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great job Jus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today marks the last day of the semester for Justin, and I have to give him props. Most of you probably know that he's taken some classes over the last year, prereqs for a future pursuit... and today he took his final final. Since this is our blog and I can write whatever I want, it seemed like this would be a good opportunity to publicly declare how proud I am of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the fall Justin took two classes, both with labs... and we quickly realized what an adjustment it is to get back into "student mode" after five years off. (Side note, how has it possibly been five years already?! Don't get me started on that!) Anyway, he worked his tail off and did great in both classes. This semester he took THREE, and again, two were with labs--eight class periods a week, in addition to work, City Mission, me, life, etc (I know I'm super low-maintenance, but I did still require some attention once in awhile... haha). The back-and-forth was a big commitment, but the time spent studying, laboring over homework, and meeting for group projects was the real killer. But he did it, and nailed it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm encouraged knowing there will never be another semester like this, at least with as great a time commitment. The work will get more difficult, but time-wise, we've gotten over the biggest hurdle, which is a great feeling. Today Justin's head is filled with knowledge neither of us could have imagined nine months ago. He now knows crazy things about biology and anatomy that have made me realize I'm not quite as smart as I used to believe! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway... (in case he ever happens to read this--he keeps saying maybe he'll write something sometime, but I'm not holding my breath)... you're the best, bud, and I'm so proud!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-5994375279310550271?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5994375279310550271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=5994375279310550271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5994375279310550271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5994375279310550271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-job-jus.html' title='Great job Jus!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-7280433449064957494</id><published>2008-04-21T16:53:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:39:06.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend project and popcorn coma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I think I've said, this will be our third spring/summer in this house, and despite the nice deck and big backyard, we'd yet to get any patio furniture.  This is mostly because we couldn't find anything we really loved, within reason... and also we refinished the deck last summer and thought we should wait until after that was done to put furniture out there.  Anyway, my parents offered us an old set of theirs, which had been green and pink flowered 10 years ago and is now super faded green and pink flowered. :)  Not exactly what we were looking for... especially since our house is on a corner, so a lot of people go by the backyard each and every day.  However, after much looking around both in stores and online, we found chairs and an umbrella we liked, and finally decided to take the green metal table from my parents and do a little painting project.  Exhibit A:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CoOzSxmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Fwyh_FufR3E/s1600-h/IMG_6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CoOzSxmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Fwyh_FufR3E/s320/IMG_6737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808835619309154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of sanding, three cans of spray paint, and two hours later, ta-da:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CTOzSxhI/AAAAAAAAAII/Xqj8IViKbjw/s1600-h/IMG_6743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CTOzSxhI/AAAAAAAAAII/Xqj8IViKbjw/s320/IMG_6743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808474842056210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, the new and improved deck:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CUOzSxiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dDRqi3sHnBQ/s1600-h/IMG_6744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CUOzSxiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dDRqi3sHnBQ/s320/IMG_6744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808492021925410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CVezSxjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XWAXr-9uCzY/s1600-h/IMG_6753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CVezSxjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XWAXr-9uCzY/s320/IMG_6753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808513496761906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally!  We love it... it turned out so well.  Although, note to self: spray painting can be hard work, specifically on the digits holding down that little trigger!  My fingers are still a little numb.  But the paint matches perfectly... thank you Lowes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little side story... for St. Patrick's Day this year, one of our print vendors (Shamrock Solutions, hence why the occasion is celebrated with gifts) sent us a tin of popcorn.  Now, my job does not come with a lot of perks, but every once in awhile something like this will show up and bring a little joy to the day.  Anyway, upon receipt of this tin, we expected it to be filled with those predictable three compartments of cardboard-y tasting plain/cheese/caramel popcorn, but we opened it to find something even worse: all plain.  Until we took the first handful.  It tasted like perfect movie popcorn!  And even better... seven weeks later it STILL tastes like perfect movie popcorn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CWezSxkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S3yPAnaZ0VQ/s1600-h/IMG_6696.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CWezSxkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S3yPAnaZ0VQ/s320/IMG_6696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808530676631106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not normally a snacker during the day, especially in the morning, but let me tell you that every day since it arrived, at exactly 11am, I've stopped for a little popcorn break.  Elliot's had a bit here and there, and so have Kyle and a few sporadic visitors.  But by and large, I've eaten this entire tin by myself.  I even wore all the paper off the twist tie, down to just a little metal string.  It gives me a real sense of accomplishment--or maybe that's just guilt.  Anyway, here is a picture taken last Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CW-zSxlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3nwrlFVSM0Q/s1600-h/IMG_6726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CW-zSxlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3nwrlFVSM0Q/s320/IMG_6726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808539266565714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo!  Nailed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-7280433449064957494?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/7280433449064957494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=7280433449064957494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/7280433449064957494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/7280433449064957494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='Weekend project and popcorn coma'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/SA0CoOzSxmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Fwyh_FufR3E/s72-c/IMG_6737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-6395385001561374738</id><published>2008-04-10T23:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:36:57.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally!  We're so excited that sweet Logan is here safe and sound.  Erin was a rock star and went through her entire labor at home, in the middle of the night, with no medication, after being sent home from the hospital at midnight.  By the time she and John went back in at 5am, she was (unknowingly) fully dialated and ready to deliver!  Logan was born at 6:14am, before ANY other family could even get to the hospital.  When I arrived at 8am, he and Erin were both all cleaned up and relaxing in the room.  So quick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is precious as can be, teeny at 6lbs 2oz and 19.5 inches long.  While Erin was pregnant he was pretty calm... never much moving around... and he kept that up today.  He just slept and slept, no wiggling or fussing or crying or anything.  The only time we heard him make a peep was when a nurse took his blood, and even though it was just for a minute--it was the sweetest cry ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a rare instance of open eyes... this was right after the blood taking (at only four hours old!).  Oh, and there is a FULL head of dark hair under that little cap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j5pyMFKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l37qpzLrKxU/s1600-h/IMG_6723.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j5pyMFKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l37qpzLrKxU/s320/IMG_6723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187834400385799330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't Erin look great?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j6JyMFLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H2KEOND1-h0/s1600-h/IMG_6719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j6JyMFLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H2KEOND1-h0/s320/IMG_6719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187834408975733938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great-grandpa holding Logan for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j6pyMFMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kfg6hhHheQI/s1600-h/IMG_6715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j6pyMFMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kfg6hhHheQI/s320/IMG_6715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187834417565668546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin bonding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j65yMFNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5158MCEytJ4/s1600-h/IMG_6718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j65yMFNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5158MCEytJ4/s320/IMG_6718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187834421860635858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me with my new little bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j7ZyMFOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IAiDH4sX37k/s1600-h/IMG_6724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j7ZyMFOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IAiDH4sX37k/s320/IMG_6724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187834430450570466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite an exciting day for all of us!  Crazy how you wait and wait and wait, and then the day just comes and here he is with us, forever.  It really is such a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news... there actually isn't much, because we've been purposely keeping things low-key in anticipation of this arrival.  But in case you're wondering about our opinions on certain things, we're relieved that the Tigers finally won a game, thrilled that our favorite Office buddies were back to entertain us tonight, and not happy at all that Michael Johns was just sent home on American Idol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-6395385001561374738?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/6395385001561374738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=6395385001561374738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6395385001561374738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/6395385001561374738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/logan-is-here.html' title='Logan is here!'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_7j5pyMFKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l37qpzLrKxU/s72-c/IMG_6723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-5012454439737891669</id><published>2008-04-02T17:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:23:33.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...in more ways than one.  First, yesterday was actually Opening Day, of course... a day Justin recently told me he gets more excited about than Christmas.  He is so funny when he talks about the Tigers.  I think the loves in his life go in this order... God, me, baseball, everything else. But during baseball season, that list might change order a little bit... although I think God always remains at the top.  You can guess how the others are rearranged. :)  Anyway, he had a lot of fun, and even though the season is now off to 0-2, Team Remsing is still preparing for a World Series title come fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6DyuWdMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EK6QIVqLyjQ/s1600-h/IMG_6660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6DyuWdMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EK6QIVqLyjQ/s320/IMG_6660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184762539096306882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture from last year, because this year I forgot to take one before he left.  Taking "opening day pictures" makes me feel nostalgic about the first day of school, when every year my mom took pictures of us in our new dresses my grandma would make. Seriously, that really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing up my grandma and the dress-making is a good transition into the second meaning of opening day... Opening Day of Spring in the Remsing house.  My grandma was a fabulous seamstress and taught me how to sew by making babydoll outfits, handkerchiefs, and clothing over the years.  These days I'm more interested in making things for my house, specifically curtains and pillows, and I've been sewing like crazy for the past week.  The quest for the light, airy feel of spring is now accomplished:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6ECuWdNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YIxtnRoa_3M/s1600-h/IMG_6658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6ECuWdNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YIxtnRoa_3M/s320/IMG_6658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184762543391274194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6ESuWdOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G9A4cLpTgUI/s1600-h/IMG_6662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6ESuWdOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G9A4cLpTgUI/s320/IMG_6662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184762547686241506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't make the curtains (but on that note, only $9.99 at Ikea for the pair... can't beat that!), but the pillow covers were a feat.  The work was worth it, because I love them, and shocker... Justin loves them too. :) He keeps saying, "wow, it really is different in here," followed by, "I can't believe you actually made these."  It's not exactly "I love them" outright, but the sentiment is definitely there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got springy new rugs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6EiuWdPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lYcspF2_hcg/s1600-h/IMG_6643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6EiuWdPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lYcspF2_hcg/s320/IMG_6643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184762551981208818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And put this fabric down, covered by plexiglass, in the tray.  I really love this idea because it can be changed all the time at almost no cost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6EyuWdQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-ey9WZYATw/s1600-h/IMG_6684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6EyuWdQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_-ey9WZYATw/s320/IMG_6684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184762556276176130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's about it for now.  Today is a beautiful day, and with the sunlight streaming through those sheer linen curtains, it feels a lot like spring.  It's a little deceptive, actually... I don't think 45 degrees is quite warm enough to take a book out to the hammock, but now my house is tricking me into thinking it's time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-5012454439737891669?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/5012454439737891669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=5012454439737891669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5012454439737891669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/5012454439737891669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/04/opening-day.html' title='Opening Day'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R_P6DyuWdMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EK6QIVqLyjQ/s72-c/IMG_6660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-3549493916530724166</id><published>2008-03-25T23:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:42:41.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Higgins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We spent the first part of Easter weekend up north at Justin's parents. They live on Higgins Lake, which has become one of my favorite places in the whole world over the last several years (much more on that is sure to come this summer!).  It's always so nice to get up there, even in the cold weather... a total break from our busy lives here, because we can't take all our day-to-day "stuff" with us.  This trip we checked most of our normal activities off the list... visit Pottery Barn outlet on the way up, sleep in every day, eat much too much, take a trip to Wal-Mart, eat at G's Pizzeria... but we also added something I can't believe I've never done before... drive all the way around the lake.  Higgins Lake is pretty big and the Remsings are on the east side of it, so I had never even seen the west side from the shore.  Taking our cue from the snowmobilers and ice fisherman who were driving their cars out onto the lake, we decided to have a little walk and enjoy the beautiful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R-nK_yuWdFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5nhovVVZFTQ/s1600-h/IceHiggins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R-nK_yuWdFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5nhovVVZFTQ/s320/IceHiggins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181896043563218002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lake is so clear and beautiful, the ice looked like pool water... clear aquamarine in the sun.  In some places we could see straight down. Even though we had a lot of fun walking around, it made me more anxious than ever for summer to arrive so we can get out there on the boat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R-nLACuWdGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pAZUcvly4F8/s1600-h/IceCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R-nLACuWdGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pAZUcvly4F8/s320/IceCollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181896047858185314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We came home on Saturday night and spent Sunday with my family. Stephanie and Jason got ENGAGED on Saturday, which made things a little more exciting... I can't believe my baby sister is getting married! More on that, I'm sure, will also come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday was a bonus day off and we spent it doing house projects... Justin worked in the basement and I gathered materials to spruce up the living room.  And by the way, on that note, thanks to NO ONE for suggestions!  I've managed to come up with a couple of little solutions and will soon be making new pillow covers in very spring-y shades of green, among other things... I'll put up some pictures when they're done. I can't WAIT for spring to GET HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-3549493916530724166?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3549493916530724166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=3549493916530724166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3549493916530724166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3549493916530724166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-in-higgins.html' title='Weekend in Higgins'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R-nK_yuWdFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5nhovVVZFTQ/s72-c/IceHiggins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-3415125474914011690</id><published>2008-03-17T23:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:47:48.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you, but every year right around this time I start itching for a change in my house.  This year, probably due to recent events, that feeling of restlessness is even more prominent.  On Saturday, Justin was gone and I spent the entire day at home... and for several hours as I cleaned, I thought of spring, and of what can be done in the house to reflect the freshness of this new season (even though it's not quite here yet... and sadly, probably won't be for awhile).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our third year here, and for the past two I've wanted to switch out the pillow covers, rugs, and even curtains in the living room for the spring and summer.  I love everything we have already, and I love how the warm colors and fabrics keep me cozy all winter, but come March and without fail it starts to feel a little... well, heavy, I suppose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case in point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980Ji2fGlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0036Y3sCeW8/s1600-h/IMG_6593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980Ji2fGlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0036Y3sCeW8/s320/IMG_6593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178915435078163026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got this canvas about a year ago after a VERY long search, and I love it.  It was pretty expensive, so I don't want to just swap it out for something else... but it has a decidedly late summer/fall feel and also limits decorating options.  All the bedrooms and the bathroom incorporate a pale, smoky blue, which over the years has become my favorite color in the house--very soothing--but I can't work it into the living room/dining room/kitchen because of this print!  That probably wasn't very smart.  Here you can even see the Charleston lantern photo, a little attempt to pull in the blue... notice that it completely clashes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pillows and curtains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980KS2fGmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CiidDKnDsBc/s1600-h/IMG_6607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980KS2fGmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CiidDKnDsBc/s320/IMG_6607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178915447963064930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rugs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980Ki2fGnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gNJYI8ptTcI/s1600-h/IMG_6603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980Ki2fGnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gNJYI8ptTcI/s320/IMG_6603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178915452258032242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another view...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980Ky2fGoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pXZqIAVlFvU/s1600-h/IMG_6602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980Ky2fGoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pXZqIAVlFvU/s320/IMG_6602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178915456552999554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo... what should I do?  I'm longing for the light, airy feel of a new season.  I think if I focus on a grass green with some bold prints, I can get away with leaving the canvas.  Maybe put up some sheer white panels and cover the pillows with solid green and green and white prints? I've never been a huge grass green fan, but right now I'm so stifled by the endless winter that I can't stop dreaming of warm summer nights and all the colors and breezes that come along with them.  Justin just rolls his eyes at me, but this year I'm doing it... it's time for a change. Ideas, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-3415125474914011690?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/3415125474914011690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=3415125474914011690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3415125474914011690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/3415125474914011690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know-about-everybody-else-but.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R980Ji2fGlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0036Y3sCeW8/s72-c/IMG_6593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-2027297978544559514</id><published>2008-03-12T11:57:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:20:11.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've been busy bees lately and I wanted to share... first, a baby book I made for Erin and John, whose little Logan should be here within the next month.  I saw someone at a shower receive a handmade book like this, purchased from a certain specialty store, and decided to get one for Erin. But when I went to the store there was only one to choose from (which, of course, is no choice at all), and it wasn't that cute (not to mention astronomically priced).  So I gave it a shot myself.  I know I thrive on creative projects like this, because for an entire week I stayed up late and worked nonstop--getting supplies, choosing colors, building the cover, writing the content, strategizing the best methods of binding--and loved every minute of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9f-0C2fGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/AQXymEbmoPo/s1600-h/BookCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9f-0C2fGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/AQXymEbmoPo/s320/BookCollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176886466757728786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's plenty of space to record all of Logan's stats and milestones as they happen, as well as flat paper bags to hold papers and other souvenirs.  Pretty fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second is the evolving basement project.  Amber and Steve (Justin's sister and her boyfriend) came for a weekend to do some construction. Steve is a builder and we were pretty impressed by how quickly he hammered this thing out!  All day Saturday and all day Sunday he and Justin worked, along with the help of several great friends from church. They built two walls, ran electrical, framed in all the duct work, added two new doorways and moved one, and drywalled the entire ceiling, new walls, and staircase.  It looks awesome!  It's also starting to look more paintable and I'm itching to get started... although I know the mudding and sanding will be a long process first.  Hopefully Justin can get started on that in the next couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9f-1C2fGiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h6kan3JpJJo/s1600-h/BasementCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9f-1C2fGiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h6kan3JpJJo/s320/BasementCollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176886483937597986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm holding my breath hoping that the mudding at least can get done before baseball season starts... otherwise Justin might be too preoccupied!  As for me... I need to find my next creative outlet.  You would think my job would do the trick, but there's just something about paper, an Exacto and Modge Podge that you can't get anywhere else--even on a 24" Macintosh display.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-2027297978544559514?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/2027297978544559514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=2027297978544559514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2027297978544559514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/2027297978544559514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/recent-projects.html' title='Recent projects'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9f-0C2fGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/AQXymEbmoPo/s72-c/BookCollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-8471425110175507222</id><published>2008-03-06T22:33:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:26:42.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticking around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been thinking about this blog a lot the last couple of days and whether to shut it down completely (it's funny I would even give it that much thought, considering it's still a mostly secret blog).  Anyway, I was looking at it just now, thinking how much I like the color palette and the header I designed, and how blogging could kind of be fun, when the title on that header caught my attention.  Justin didn't like it when I first typed it out... too dramatic for him.  But tonight it made me realize that yes, our life together is fun, hectic, crazy, and beautiful--but also sometimes tragic, and confusing, and sad.  We recently experienced an unprecedented tragedy when we lost our baby at 12 weeks, just as we were on the verge of announcing our pregnancy to the world--which is why I'm now thinking about deleting this blog I worked so hard to create in celebration of that little one.  I don't want this to be an awkward post, and I'm not looking for a pity-party... it's just got me thinking about how life is all these things, good and bad, and somehow I have to believe they all work together to make the big picture even more beautiful. Hmmm... sounds like something I've read somewhere before.  "In ALL things God works for the good of those who love Him."  That's a hard reality to accept with our grief still so new, but we do face the future with hope, and a renewed sense of unity in our marriage, realizing just how much we are a team, and trusting God to heal and restore us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll just delete that first post, where we proudly (though secretly) charted the news six weeks ago, and keep the rest going.  I'm sure the world is dying to hear about our basement remodel, and to see pictures of the navy blue paint and the flowers I plan to plant when spring finally arrives. I know one of these days there will be a new baby on the way, and many other good things in the meantime... probably even some more sadness as well.  So I guess as far as the blog stratosphere goes, we're here to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-8471425110175507222?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8471425110175507222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=8471425110175507222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8471425110175507222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8471425110175507222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-thinking-about-this-blog-lot.html' title='Sticking around'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-8172781805476645712</id><published>2008-02-17T00:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:06:58.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While we're on the subject of surprises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I engineered a big one for Justin this weekend.  Please note: I did not say I was the one to execute it.  In fact, I did very little... the credit goes to Mark and my dad for working 10 HOURS to get it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the story... we're doing some work in our basement.  It's mostly finished, drywalled and carpeted, but we tore out a wall and are building a room, in addition to paint, wainscoting, etc.  ALSO, we are finishing the ceiling and putting in recessed lighting.  Correction: put in rececessed lighting... that was the surprise today.  Justin has been a little stressed lately with work, Winterfest this weekend, classes with midterms coming, and of course planning for baby (or more like thinking about planning for baby). Two weekends from now is "construction weekend" in the basement and the lighting needed to get put in before then.  Sooo I sneakily asked Mark and my dad to come "help me" do it today while Justin is out of town.  Even as I type this he doesn't know, because he won't be home until tomorrow night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised Mark that I would be as helpful as Justin, since they were supposed to tackle this project together.  To my husband's credit, I didn't even come close.  Although to my credit, this was partially due to the fact that there can only be so many cooks in the kitchen.  Anyway, I did make lunch, three trips to Lowes, and drilled some holes. :)  I also helped Mark put up the first six (of twelve) casings before my dad took over.  But basically, they nailed the whole thing and I could not be more thankful for friends and family who sacrifice so much to help us!  I can't WAIT for Justin to get home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGwCGx9wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BVbQB4D6vT0/s1600-h/IMG_6524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGwCGx9wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BVbQB4D6vT0/s320/IMG_6524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167817625932265218" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mark assessing the situation.  You can see some of the casings between the joists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGwSGx9xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eFRFoWR1iDc/s1600-h/IMG_6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGwSGx9xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eFRFoWR1iDc/s320/IMG_6531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167817630227232530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me drilling a hole.  The drill completely twisted in my hand and got lodged between the joists.  It was quite a debacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGwyGx9yI/AAAAAAAAADE/Kbi6fvwazVo/s1600-h/IMG_6535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGwyGx9yI/AAAAAAAAADE/Kbi6fvwazVo/s320/IMG_6535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167817638817167138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost done... so close... just have to get the switches into the box.  It's been a LONG day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGxSGx9zI/AAAAAAAAADM/m8se32Hc9xw/s1600-h/IMG_6537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGxSGx9zI/AAAAAAAAADM/m8se32Hc9xw/s320/IMG_6537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167817647407101746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Done!  It looks sooo great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-8172781805476645712?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/8172781805476645712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=8172781805476645712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8172781805476645712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/8172781805476645712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/02/while-were-on-subject-of-surprises_17.html' title='While we&apos;re on the subject of surprises...'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R7fGwCGx9wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BVbQB4D6vT0/s72-c/IMG_6524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681249919128313034.post-1297400352570894079</id><published>2008-01-23T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:06:40.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A proper launch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel the need to go back and properly begin this blog, now that I've deleted the original first post.  I'm also going to back-date this one so it actually shows up as the first post.  If you don't know me well, this should give you some indication of my anal-retentiveness.  I just couldn't let it start with basement lighting.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So... here we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681249919128313034-1297400352570894079?l=remsing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/feeds/1297400352570894079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681249919128313034&amp;postID=1297400352570894079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1297400352570894079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681249919128313034/posts/default/1297400352570894079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remsing.blogspot.com/2008/02/proper-launch.html' title='A proper launch'/><author><name>Justin and Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09941100810341420892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtkSc2sYsLQ/R9vZLS2fGkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c-YesMDCoac/S220/n106800470_30124616_9123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
