Happy Wednesday! Hopefully all of you are having a great week. There has been a little too much excitement for my liking over the last couple of days, but at least I can say without a doubt, "I'm not bored!"
I wanted to let you know about a new blog that I have just begun. It will be a little more personal and contemplative, and a little less newsy. I didn't feel that a journal-style post would be fitting on our family blog, so I've created a new place. Feel free to check it out at http://www.stephanieburley.blogspot.com/, and give feedback on topics that interest you.
Thanks!
Stephanie
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
2009 Lima PHC Retreat!
It's Monday, and although we are exhausted, the 2009 retreat was well worth the effort! For the last 7 years, the Alley's have hosted our church at the Beulah Grove Bible Methodist grounds.
We always start off with a meal on Friday night (this year it was a Mexican themed meal), then gather for skits or other planned activities, and finish the evening with a warm fire outdoors. Saturday morning Greg took the boys back home for their games (only a 20 min. drive, so that makes it convenient!), and those of us at camp enjoyed a variety of breakfast casseroles and fruit. For lunch we grilled hamburgers, hot dogs, and brats, with mac-n-cheese, salads and desserts. There were some interesting softball and volleyball games which produced lots of laughs, and hopefully a few good Kodak moments. Around 3 in the afternoon, Greg and Jason started grilling chicken halves. One of the guys on Greg's route owns the grill and has a "secret" marinade he makes, which he allowed us to use. We were anxious to see how they would turn out, and around 5 o'clock we were able to enjoy the product! Awesome! I wish I had taken a pic of the dessert bar...loaded to capacity every meal! We have some of the finest chefs in the country, and we all benefited this weekend!
After a fun-filled day, Eric and Bro. Alley led in music and a devotional. A few stayed up a little longer to enjoy the fire, play chess, or begin preparing food for Sunday.
After a wonderful service back home on Sunday a.m., we gathered again at Beulah Grove for a delicious ham dinner and cleanup. My heart ended up doing its wacky thing again, leaving me in bed from about 3-5 in the afternoon, so we rushed back home once things were normal, and arrived just in time for the evening service. I didn't take too many pics, but here are a few...
Lookin' good!
Allison trying to climb up the side of the trampoline...
Sweetheart Suzanna Kate...
Dad entertaining...hillbilly style!
Allison, Joshua, and Aubrey had so much fun on the cart...Keagan decided to help push...
Looking forward to Retreat 2010!!!
We always start off with a meal on Friday night (this year it was a Mexican themed meal), then gather for skits or other planned activities, and finish the evening with a warm fire outdoors. Saturday morning Greg took the boys back home for their games (only a 20 min. drive, so that makes it convenient!), and those of us at camp enjoyed a variety of breakfast casseroles and fruit. For lunch we grilled hamburgers, hot dogs, and brats, with mac-n-cheese, salads and desserts. There were some interesting softball and volleyball games which produced lots of laughs, and hopefully a few good Kodak moments. Around 3 in the afternoon, Greg and Jason started grilling chicken halves. One of the guys on Greg's route owns the grill and has a "secret" marinade he makes, which he allowed us to use. We were anxious to see how they would turn out, and around 5 o'clock we were able to enjoy the product! Awesome! I wish I had taken a pic of the dessert bar...loaded to capacity every meal! We have some of the finest chefs in the country, and we all benefited this weekend!
After a fun-filled day, Eric and Bro. Alley led in music and a devotional. A few stayed up a little longer to enjoy the fire, play chess, or begin preparing food for Sunday.
After a wonderful service back home on Sunday a.m., we gathered again at Beulah Grove for a delicious ham dinner and cleanup. My heart ended up doing its wacky thing again, leaving me in bed from about 3-5 in the afternoon, so we rushed back home once things were normal, and arrived just in time for the evening service. I didn't take too many pics, but here are a few...
Lookin' good!
Allison trying to climb up the side of the trampoline...
Lil' Aubrey had a blast!
Livvy loved it too!
Austin and Timmy hangin' out...
Sweetheart Suzanna Kate...
Dad entertaining...hillbilly style!
Allison, Joshua, and Aubrey had so much fun on the cart...Keagan decided to help push...
Timmy "cheesin"...
So tuckered out that she slept just like this in spite of all of the noise in the cafeteria!
Looking forward to Retreat 2010!!!
Night Out!
If you are a Dave Ramsey fan, you probably already know that he announced some pretty incredible ticket deals for his Total Money Makeover live events this fall. Last Tuesday, when I finally checked my email, I realized that he had discounted the last 1,000 tickets to the October 1st Indy event from $40 to $15 each. We only had a little over 24 hours to get the plans in place, but Greg was able to take the day off, and I was able to leave work an hour and a half early. Mom and Dad did the grandparent thing for the evening and night, and we were off! There was nothing glamorous about our Flying J supper of corn dogs and Gatorade (we were in a huge hurry), but we made it to the Pepsi Coliseum just in time, and enjoyed 3 hours of Dave's sarcasm, humor, and common sense! Even though the width of the coliseum seats weren't to our exact specification (serious need for a diet here!), we had lots of fun. After a rainy 3 hour trip home, we dropped in bed around 2 a.m. to catch some zzzz's before the start of Friday's work day!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Labor Day Weekend '09
For the last 11 years, our family has spent Labor Day weekend at various locations in Michigan with Greg's parents, brothers, and their families. This year, everyone was doing their own thing, and we weren't sure what to do. Having just started school, I didn't know if I'd have enough energy left to pack our luggage, much less take a trip! We decided to rent a cottage at Bear Creek Farms in Berne, IN. I hadn't been there since high school...the last time we went, Jerry and Becky Glick and their kids all stayed in the camper with us, so I ended up sleeping in the van...what a memory...haha!
We had a great time eating at the Homestead restaurant, sitting around the campfire, riding bikes (hadn't done that in way too long!), and simply relaxing. There was nothing sophisticated about the weekend, let me tell ya...hillbilly all the way! On Sunday morning, we attended the little, old United Methodist church there on the farm. That night we attended a "fundamental, Bible-believing, old-fashioned"-their words, not mine- Baptist church in Berne...I'll count that as my most awkward church visit ever, but I'll save that for another post!
Lil' Miss Housekeeper...she loved being in the camper...
We had a great time eating at the Homestead restaurant, sitting around the campfire, riding bikes (hadn't done that in way too long!), and simply relaxing. There was nothing sophisticated about the weekend, let me tell ya...hillbilly all the way! On Sunday morning, we attended the little, old United Methodist church there on the farm. That night we attended a "fundamental, Bible-believing, old-fashioned"-their words, not mine- Baptist church in Berne...I'll count that as my most awkward church visit ever, but I'll save that for another post!
Lil' Miss Housekeeper...she loved being in the camper...
Dad and Greg repairing and redecorating Daniel Douglas's cross...
Enjoying riding in the back of daddy's truck...
We were able to watch barrel races for awhile...only one man bit the dust...fortunately his horse wasn't hurt. It was amazing to see how young some of the riders were!
Holding the gate while the tractor smoothed the corral...
Eric brought his two puppies...
We were surprised to look at the neighboring campsite and see my elementary piano teacher and her husband! Mrs. Stokes began giving me lessons when I was five, and I think I was with her until I was fourteen or fifteen. I was so young when I figured out that if she played my songs for me I could play them right back to her, and for a short time used that to get out of sightreading! It didn't take her too long to realize what I was up to! I'm so thankful for her guidance and instruction through those years...piano is a fav of mine!
We visited the farm of an Amish family (the man led the crew who built my grandma's apartment on mom and dad's house), and the guys enjoyed laughing and having a good time with the men who were gathered to work that day. Mom and I kind of sat waiting in the truck, not sure what to do. The lady came out and invited us into the house, but since we dropped by unexpectedly, we decided to wait in the truck. She talked with us for awhile while we waited on the guys. Evan was traipsing around the barns getting you-know-what all over his shoes, and Kaitlynn immediately wanted to get out of the truck and into a buggy full of boys and girls her age and maybe a little younger. I honestly don't know what she expected...she has always had a fascination with the Amish, and always wanted to be one. This Amish settlement is a much poorer one than the ones around the Eastern Ohio area, and we were amazed by the "ghetto" look that graced most of the farms. There were very few well-kept homes, which was kind of disappointing. Evidently, she hadn't thought too much of it up to that point. When she got up into the other buggy, the kiddos moved quickly away from her and stared like she was an alien! She was talking to them, and they wouldn't say a word. Their clothing was torn and they were filthy, and I think she had a hard time figuring out where to go with it. After awhile, she got back into the truck. She said, "I don't want to be Amish." She also said, "I asked those kids if they like havin' horse poop all over their yard, and they didn't answer me!" I'm still wondering what those poor kids thought and what they told their parents! I so wanted a pic of her and those kids in the buggy, but respecting Amish tradition, I refrained...
We were able to watch barrel races for awhile...only one man bit the dust...fortunately his horse wasn't hurt. It was amazing to see how young some of the riders were!
Holding the gate while the tractor smoothed the corral...
Eric brought his two puppies...
We were surprised to look at the neighboring campsite and see my elementary piano teacher and her husband! Mrs. Stokes began giving me lessons when I was five, and I think I was with her until I was fourteen or fifteen. I was so young when I figured out that if she played my songs for me I could play them right back to her, and for a short time used that to get out of sightreading! It didn't take her too long to realize what I was up to! I'm so thankful for her guidance and instruction through those years...piano is a fav of mine!
We visited the farm of an Amish family (the man led the crew who built my grandma's apartment on mom and dad's house), and the guys enjoyed laughing and having a good time with the men who were gathered to work that day. Mom and I kind of sat waiting in the truck, not sure what to do. The lady came out and invited us into the house, but since we dropped by unexpectedly, we decided to wait in the truck. She talked with us for awhile while we waited on the guys. Evan was traipsing around the barns getting you-know-what all over his shoes, and Kaitlynn immediately wanted to get out of the truck and into a buggy full of boys and girls her age and maybe a little younger. I honestly don't know what she expected...she has always had a fascination with the Amish, and always wanted to be one. This Amish settlement is a much poorer one than the ones around the Eastern Ohio area, and we were amazed by the "ghetto" look that graced most of the farms. There were very few well-kept homes, which was kind of disappointing. Evidently, she hadn't thought too much of it up to that point. When she got up into the other buggy, the kiddos moved quickly away from her and stared like she was an alien! She was talking to them, and they wouldn't say a word. Their clothing was torn and they were filthy, and I think she had a hard time figuring out where to go with it. After awhile, she got back into the truck. She said, "I don't want to be Amish." She also said, "I asked those kids if they like havin' horse poop all over their yard, and they didn't answer me!" I'm still wondering what those poor kids thought and what they told their parents! I so wanted a pic of her and those kids in the buggy, but respecting Amish tradition, I refrained...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Just Had to Share...
Sometimes small-town living has its advantages...other times, not so much. If you follow my blog, you probably realize that the village cops have visited our place more than we'd like to admit since last December. I thought our little publicity stint was over, but evidently they like us too much to leave us alone.
A couple of weeks ago, I was awakened 5 minutes before the alarm was to go off... 7:26 a.m. to be exact...by the sound of the doorbell. It startled me at first. My Avon orders always come on Wednesdays, and the delivery guy rings the bell once, but this was the off-week, and I was not receiving an order. I quickly went to the window to see who might be around. My heart sank when I saw the Cridersville police car. I called Greg, hoping that something hadn't happened to him...kind of a fear of mine when he is on the road in the mornings...and he answered and advised me to go see what the kind cop needed. The bell rang again, so swathed in my bathrobe, I answered.
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but do you have a son named Evan?" That question will strike panic to a mother's heart, I assure you. Especially at 7:28 a.m.! I answered yes, and then he said, "Is he here?" You tend to think that you know your children are in bed at night, but when a cop asks you, some second-guessing tends to occur. I said, "Of course...he's still in bed." A little voice in my head was saying, "Are you sure?" Things do happen...like children being kidnapped from their own beds without the parent's knowledge. The cop went on to explain that a local resident had been experiencing prank phone calls all through the night, and at one point, when asked his name, the caller said, "Evan, I think." I explained that we do not have a landline phone and our children do not have access to our phones at night. He said that the caller had blocked the ID on the phone for most of the calls, but a couple of the numbers had come through. I gave him our numbers, and they did not match, so we were off the hook. I went on to tell him that our kids would be considered pretty sheltered, and wouldn't even know how to block a number on a phone. He was kind, and after a few minutes, left me alone to calm down.
I guess they had just typed "Evan" into the database and were checking all the Evan's listed as living in our town. Although I was aggravated at the anxiety it caused me, I chose to just be thankful that nothing more exciting than prank calls was happening in our town that night!
A couple of weeks ago, I was awakened 5 minutes before the alarm was to go off... 7:26 a.m. to be exact...by the sound of the doorbell. It startled me at first. My Avon orders always come on Wednesdays, and the delivery guy rings the bell once, but this was the off-week, and I was not receiving an order. I quickly went to the window to see who might be around. My heart sank when I saw the Cridersville police car. I called Greg, hoping that something hadn't happened to him...kind of a fear of mine when he is on the road in the mornings...and he answered and advised me to go see what the kind cop needed. The bell rang again, so swathed in my bathrobe, I answered.
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but do you have a son named Evan?" That question will strike panic to a mother's heart, I assure you. Especially at 7:28 a.m.! I answered yes, and then he said, "Is he here?" You tend to think that you know your children are in bed at night, but when a cop asks you, some second-guessing tends to occur. I said, "Of course...he's still in bed." A little voice in my head was saying, "Are you sure?" Things do happen...like children being kidnapped from their own beds without the parent's knowledge. The cop went on to explain that a local resident had been experiencing prank phone calls all through the night, and at one point, when asked his name, the caller said, "Evan, I think." I explained that we do not have a landline phone and our children do not have access to our phones at night. He said that the caller had blocked the ID on the phone for most of the calls, but a couple of the numbers had come through. I gave him our numbers, and they did not match, so we were off the hook. I went on to tell him that our kids would be considered pretty sheltered, and wouldn't even know how to block a number on a phone. He was kind, and after a few minutes, left me alone to calm down.
I guess they had just typed "Evan" into the database and were checking all the Evan's listed as living in our town. Although I was aggravated at the anxiety it caused me, I chose to just be thankful that nothing more exciting than prank calls was happening in our town that night!
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