Moving Forward

Tomorrow, we should have a plan for our IVF treatment. We’re meeting with our doctor, and we’ll find out if IUI is even a possibility, and we’ll come away with a plan. We’ll know exactly when we’re going to start and when we will *hopefully* be pregnant.

I’m super excited, but I’m also really nervous. I’m scared that the pregnancy will fail and that all the money we’re spending on it will be wasted. I’m nervous about the next year. I’m just nervous about everything. But, in four months I may be pregnant. I can’t wait!

Win a Bathtub Full of Cereal

Who here likes cereal? Who here would like 52 free boxes of their favorite cereal? Ted is giving away 52 boxes of cereal to one lucky winner AND, if he gets 500 unique comments on his post, he’s going to give 52 boxes to his local food bank. What an awesome promotion. And, what can you do with 52 boxes of cereal? Well, sure, you can eat it but, really, where’s the fun in that? Check out what else you can do.

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Yes, that is Ted in a bathtub full of 52 boxes of Cheerios. He is one crazy guy, but he also has a big heart. So, head on over and leave a comment so Ted can donate those boxes of cereal to those who really need it.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Today is my dad’s birthday. He and I are pretty close. We’ve always had a really good relationship (I *am* daddy’s little girl, after all!), and it’s just gotten better since I’ve gotten older. Now that I live more than an hour away from my parents, we have more phone conversations, and I enjoy every time I talk to him.

Last Saturday, we celebrated my dad’s birthday at my grandparents’ house. We get together for all the family birthdays, and it’s always a great time. This year we were missing Ryan, Oriona and Harry, but my grandma was back from her stay at a local nursing home where she’s recovering from a fall, so it was a nice family day.

I made the birthday cake, as I always do, and to try something different, I went with an orange cake. I made orange-flavored frosting and put orange wedges on the top. It turned out *really* well.


dad's birthday

After lunch, my grandparents got to spend a little time together before Joe, Randy and I took my grandma back to the nursing home. We got some pictures of them, and I’m glad we did because they’re some of the sweetest pictures I’ve seen.

bomma and boppa

So, happy birthday, Dad! Here’s to many, many more!

Photo Book Coupons

I love photo books. I made photo books of our wedding for our grandparents the first Christmas we were married. I think they make great gifts for others as well as keepsakes for ourselves. Plus, they’re fun to make. I have 10 coupon codes for a discount of more than half off of photo books if any of you are interested in making one either as a gift or to keep for yourselves. You get a 30-page photo book for $11.99, which is a fabulous price. If you’re interested in a coupon code, leave a comment or send me an email and let me know!

Weekly Winners — 11/09/08-11/15/08

Spending a few hours together — my grandmother has been at a nursing home for the last two weeks for rehab because she broke her hip during a fall. She came home for a few hours on Saturday, and is expected back for good just before Thanksgiving. My grandpa has really missed her.

bomma and boppa

Taste-tests — Callie had to make sure the cake I made for my dad’s birthday and my sandwich weren’t poisoned.



“What? This is the *trash*??”
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“Can I be a Weekly Winner too?”

It’s amazing how far gas prices have dropped.
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One paper clip for each pound lost.
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Honor Flight

This post was written by Joe after going on a trip with the 16 WWII veterans in our county to Washington D.C. to see the WWII memorial. Hearing the stories brought tears to my eyes. I know actually being there would have been so much more powerful.

Nobody slept much the night before we left. I was up a little before 3 a.m. and picked up one of the three veterans I was a guardian for a half hour later. Joe was all smiles and moved like someone not in their 80’s.

We met up with the rest of our group and headed down to Fayetteville, Georgia, home of Honor Flight Fayette, which put the trip together. The bus ride down was dark and mostly silent. Most of these guys didn’t know each other and talk was sparse. That would change.

In Fayetteville, we were treated to a band, breakfast and given T-shirts. Also there were veterans from all over the state who would be a part of this flight along with our contingent of 10 or so veterans. In all we had about 70 people, veterans and guardians, headed to Washington D.C.

We left Fayetteville in style. The local ROTC members stood at attention, their sabres drawn, creating a canopy for the veterans to walk under toward the buses. A police escort and the Patriot Guard (military veterans with an affinity for motorcycles) took us to the airport.

honor flight

At the airport we got a taste of what was coming. The Patriot Guard went to the gate with us and spent the next 45 minutes talking to the veterans, thanking them and getting to know them. It was wonderful to watch generations of soldiers talk and bond.

A note: The word “thank” in this story is not used like “I thanked the waitress for the coffee.” No, thanking here is done with tears in the eyes, a nod of the head and a pat on the back.

We were at Hartsfield Jackson Atlanta International Airport when Deanna and her mother stopped by just to meet the veterans and thank them for their service. Deanna is in her second bout with cancer and was on her way from North Carolina to Indiana for a special treatment. She was up early and yet was better dressed than all of us. When I mentioned this, her mom started to repeat it to Deanna, but she piped up and said, “Mom, the cancer didn’t steal my hearing!”

Deanna and the veterans talked about differnet types of battles, and it was hard to tell who was more honored to meet the other one. it was one of the more touching moments. Here’s to wishing her a fast recovery.

honor flight

When it was time to board, the Patriot Guard formed a procession and shook the hands of every veteran.

The flight to D.C. passed quickly. A local 5th grade class had written personalized letters to each veteran and these notes were passed out just prior to our descent.

veterans on the plane
From left, that’s Joe, John and Hillard, my three veterans reading their letters.

I wasn’t ready for what came next when we arrived in D.C. The noise coming from the terminal was incredible. Local soldiers waited to push anyone in a wheelchair up the ramp from the plane into the gate. I followed behind John toward the booming cheers and claps.


More than 100 people waited for us. Waving flags, cheering, clapping, shaking hands and crying. I posted a photo earlier of one of the women who was crying. People would stop eating when we walked past and stand until our long procession passed. Others clapped when we went by.

greeting the veterans

greeting the veterans

On the buses we made our way to the WWII monument. We ate lunch in a tent set up just for us before meeting up with Sen. Bob Dole. Sen. Dole has made it a point over the years to visit the monument whenever Honor Flight brings a group of veterans.

wwII memorial

That’s Sen. Dole and Hillard.

We made our way at last into the monument. Another local soldier came by on his day off when he heard we were coming and spent the afternoon pushing John around in his wheelchair. Other soldiers were there too, helping out wherever they were needed or just shaking hands and chatting.

wwII memorial


The monument is an amazing place. One guy in our group ran into someone he had served with but hadn’t seen in 60 years. They recognized each other and caught up on the past six decades. Pretty incredible.

wwII memorial

The monument was especially important to Hillard who fought in seven or eight different locations throughout the war. He carried a list of them on card he wore around his neck.


Here’s Hillard pointing to just some of the many places he fought in during the war.

We took more photos and walked around until it was time to board the bus again and head back to the airport.

We returned to Reagan International Airport for a special dinner prepared by the USO. The plane flight back seemed like it was filled with a whole new group of people. The cabin was filled with stories, jokes, laughs and the occasional snorer (me, actually). We landed in Atlanta about 9 p.m. and figured the trip was over.

Instead we once again were overcome by the cheers and clapping coming from the gate. This time, despite the late hour, the number of well-wishers was closer to 200 people. There were Air Tran employees, airport employees, travelers and those just wanting to say thank you.


The woman giving the thumbs-up was one of several people who made it a point to shake the hands of each veteran after they all disembarked from the plane. Our line of veterans stretched down the hall, and Air Tran apologized over the loud speaker, but instead of complaints (with the exception of one guy) it just sent more travelers over to clap and cheer.

We finally boarded our bus and headed home. When we said our last goodbyes before heading home, there was a new connection between everyone that wasn’t there 20 hours earlier.

Two final photos:

At war’s end.

joe with his veterans
After a long day.