I Love My Job!

I just wanted to let every one, who is interested, know that I really like my new job! It is the perfect work environment for me! I get to talk to people, learn about things that make you prettier, and do a lot of domestic things (i.e. washing dishes, laundry, cleaning, keeping things running smoothly). Today, I got a make over just because they wanted me to learn about Aveda cosmetics! How fun is that?! Also, they are sending me to Albuquerque for an Aveda training for three days. If you can't tell, I am pretty excited!

And the best part is, I still have energy at the end of the day. With all of my thyroid issues, it has become kind of a struggle to maintain a normal energy level. I am usually exhausted by mid afternoon. But this job is just the right mixture of being active and an not being active. I was at the salon for 9 hours today and I still had enough energy to make dinner tonight. Yahoo! I think God gave me the perfect job for the season of life I am in.

Just wanted to let you know. :)

Unexpected growing

This weekend Chris and I spent the whole time together. We read together on the couch, took naps together, figured out dinner together, played with Charlie together, and did household chores together. We really like to be together, which is a good thing, because we are married. He is my favorite person to be around. I tend to get very chatty when I am around him, I just want to tell him EVERYTHING! We talk and talk and talk about things that don't really matter and things that do really matter. However, it is pretty unusual for Chris to remember to tell me things. Well, that sounds bad, but he has a hard time telling me things that I think are important (i.e. who he talked to that day, what they talked about, who is getting married, how they proposed, who is pregnant, who had their baby, et cetera, et cetera...). So this weekend, he had a list of information he knew I would want to know about. It really was pretty cute.

One thing, in particular, that he told me was about a few people in his office who are expecting. He beet around the bush a bit before he actually said it outright. Poor Chris, he wants to tell me these kinds of things but I think he is afraid it will upset me. Yes, there are days when I wonder why we aren't having a baby, but there are other days when I am secure in the fact that God has me in His hands and He has everything under control. Saturday happened to be one of those days where I was comfortable with the place that God has us and I was excited to hear the news about his co-workers. But he didn't seem very excited to tell. After he was finished, he went on to say that people at work have been asking him when he and his wife were going to start a family and that he doesn't know how to answer that question because we have been trying for two years. I could tell he was sad and my heart wrenched a little. Then Chris looked at me and said "I wonder when God is going to give us our kids, but I don't really know what to say when people ask about it." Let's just face it, we've been married for three years and people are going to ask. Whether it's their business or not.

It was a little surreal hearing that come from Chris' mouth. My heart hurts for my husband, not just because we both want to have kids, but because he would be such a wonderful father. With faith like a child, we have faith for a child.

For now we have Charlie. I know it sounds dumb, but in a small way he helps to meet the need that both Chris and I have for a child. We really do love our Charlie dog and if we don't have a baby in the next 12 months, Chris said I could get a friend for Charlie. So maybe our family is growing...just not the way we expected it to. Here are some great pictures of our Chuck.



Charlie loves to take naps with us, especially on the couch.



Charlie loves to ride in the car! I think he likes having Chris and I in the same place a good amount of time. He fell asleep on my shoulder on the way to white sands.



White nose Charlie.






At the park.



This is such a funny picture to me because it is totally Charlie! He is with Tim and Alli in this one.

Updates

It has been a long time since I have sat down to blog, wow. But, such is life, right? I wonder what people did before blogs, internet social networking, and cell phones? It must have been a lonely time in the history of the world.

Well, I got a new job! Hooray! I am now the proud employee of Carmona's Salon and Day Spa. This isn't just any spa, this in an Aveda spa and I will be an Aveda adviser! I know, right?! I am so excited! I have wanted to work at Carmona's ever since I moved to Las Cruces and now it has come to pass. Today was my first day of training and I really enjoyed it! All of the people are super nice and my boss is a believer (I didn't even know that when I gave them my resume!). God has been really nice to me. I am blessed. Want to know the best part? Everyone that works there has to wear all black, so I never have to worry about what to wear in the morning or if my shoes match my outfit!

Charlie is as funny as ever and keeps Chris and I laughing. He has developed a habit of barking at us when we ignore his pleas to play fetch, but other than that, he is generally good (I am using the word "generally" in a very general way). We still like him, so that is pretty nice. I think it would be impossible not to like a being that is as cute and as little as Chuck, so that helps his case. He is pretty smart too! I am proud to report that I have successfully taught Charlie how to sit, lay down, and roll over. I would have taught him more tricks, but I ran out of tricks to teach him...I am not very creative when it comes to teaching a dog a trick.

Chris started playing soccer. I am pleased with this because he really needed a hobby. All he was doing on a daily and weekly basis was going to work, coming home, playing with Charlie, loving me, and then going to bed. I was bored with his daily routine!! As a result of his new found hobby, he mentioned that he would like to get some cleats. I immediately said, "Well, then lets go get some!" He then replied, "I can wait until my birthday" (his birthday is in OCTOBER! I couldn't even wait that long, and the cleats weren't for me!). I had to push him to even think about buying them sooner than months from now. I finally wore him down and he found a KILLER deal on some AWESOME cleats. I am so proud of him! He shopped a super sale and he scored. I like to think that I am rubbing off on him. Clearance is a heavenly word to me!

In true tight-wad form, I have developed a new passion of coupons. Those things are AMAZING! I have been under budget in our grocery category for 2 months in a row now! Couponing is kind of like searching for hidden treasure/shopping the clearance rack at your favorite store; it's just so satisfying. The best part about it is that my friend Tiffany is a couponer too, so we get to share awesome deals and great finds with each other.

Organization is the name of the game these days in the Sheehan household. I have been thinking of new ways to organize every thing! It probably doesn't help that I purchased a Martha Stewart book on getting organized. I have big plans for my kitchen, linen closet and guest room closet. I will post pictures as soon as I get things organized how I want them. I already did a few things in our kitchen, and it is looking a lot better! Now all I have to do is get Chris on the same page.

Chris' younger bother, Tim, and his girlfriend, Alli, came to visit us this past weekend. We had a great time with them! Alli is such a sweet girl. Because we had guests, we needed to show them around Las Cruses. We went to the farmers market, Coas Bookstore, Stahman's, and White Sands. It was a great time! I had fun being the hostess. Here are a few pictures from their visit, compliments of Alli's camera.

Strawberry Shortcake Cookies

Here is a WONDERFUL summer cookie recipe that I got from Martha Stewart Living Magazine. Yummo!

12 ounces strawberries, hulled and diced into 1/4 inch pieces (2 cups)
1 tsp fresh lemon juice
1/2 C. plus 1 Tbsp. granulated sugar
2 C. all purpose flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. coarse salt
6 Tbsp. cold unsalted butter
2/3 C. heavy cream
sanding sugar, for sprinkling

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Combine strawberries, lemon juice, and 2 Tbsp. granulated sugar. Whisk together flour, baking powder, salt, and remaining 7 Tbsp. of granulated sugar in a large bowl. Cut in the butter with a pastry cutter, or rub with your fingers, until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in cream until dough starts to come together, then stir in strawberry mixture.

2. Using a 1 1/2 inch ice cream scoop or a tablespoon, drop dough onto baking sheet lined in parchment, spacing evenly apart. Sprinkle with sanding sugar, and bake until golden brown, 24-25 minutes. Transfer to a wire rack, and let cool. Cookies are best served immediately, but can be stored in an air tight container at room temperature for up to 1 day.

Enjoy!!! Bon appetit!

Living Room Changes

For those of you who know Chris, you know that he does not like buying things unless we have saved up money to buy them. Chris loathes debt and would rather live in a cardboard box before going into it. Obviously we have the standard school debt, but he is determined to have that payed off before we make any substantial purchases. Because this (annoying, but very responsible) fact about my husband, ALL of our furniture was either given to us before we got married or purchased at a yard sale/thrift store. Don't get me wrong, I am VERY thankful for all the furniture that we have and I actually LOVE the character that it adds to our home. However, truth be told, we do have some pretty ugly pieces of furniture.

Our couch for example was given to us by my wonderful Aunt RoseAnn and it is one of the most comfortable couches I have ever sat on. It is so long that Chris can lay down on it fully stretched out! The down side to this cozy couch is that it is a velvety orange/gold color. In the beginning, I tried to find a couch cover that would work for it, but because of its unusual length and size, it was impossible. So I just worked with the color that it was and made myself like it by focusing on how cozy it was. This worked, up until a few months ago when I realized that I couldn't handle the color anymore and the deteriorating upholstery.

My dislike came just in time for me to find a couch cover at Target that fit the size and the cushion shape of my couch. Of course, as all couch covers are, it was around $100, a price that Chris would insist that we save for. As life would have it, other, more pressing things, took precedence over the need for a couch cover (it really is necessary to have a working AC in your car in Las Cruces). So I prayed that God would provide the money. A week later, my mom called to inform me that she found a savings bond that my grandma had purchased for me while I was a baby. After all was said and done, I had the money to buy my couch cover and a few throw pillows! Isn't it nice when God gives you those silly things that you really don't need?! Here is the newly covered couch.



Because of the new throw pillows (the purple ones in particular), I needed to incorporate more of those colors in the other areas of the room. So, as fate would have it, Glidden paint was giving away a free pint of paint from June 28 - July 2 and I signed up to receive one in a deep purple color, hoping that it would match this pillow.



Choosing a paint color online was rather tricky and I didn't match it perfectly, but I got pretty close. Then the next job was to convince Chris that I needed to paint the dilapidated coffee table that is serving as our "entertainment center" (mostly because our TV has been sitting on it). It took some convincing, but Chris finally gave in. I got some new hardware too, so I think it looks pretty snappy. Here it is.

Shoes

Hello, my name is Emilie, and I am a shoe-aholic. It's not any easy thing to confess, but it is very true...very true. I LOVE shoes! If Chris would let me, I would buy a new pair of shoes weekly, if not daily. I have all the colors of the rainbow represented in my shoe collection, I have way to many brown shoes, and even more black shoes. No matter what kind of an outfit I am wearing, I always feel like a new pair of shoes would make the outfit even better. I love the feel of a new pair of shoes on my feet, I especially love the feel of a new pair of super cute heels on my feet. I have been known to do my house cleaning wearing my most recent high heel acquisition.

I woke up this morning to Charlie scratching at his kennel. Nature was calling and I needed to let him out STAT! In my half asleep stupor, I decided that Charlie was going to be needing a walk, at the same time, Chris decided that Charlie needed a run. We decided to take turns. First Charlie would go for a run with Chris and then I would take Charlie on our usual walk around the neighborhood.

While Chris was on his run I started getting my self put together, threw my hair up in a pony tail, put on socks and went to the closet to get my running shoes. They weren't in plain view, so I had to dig through a mountain of shoes to find them. It was then that I realized that I have a problem. I asked myself: Is it really necessary rummage through a countless number of super cute high heels?

I haven't answered that question yet. I even pondered it during my walk with Chuck. So, I decided that I would take all my shoes out of my closet and get rid of some of them. This is something that I am usually pretty good at. My motto is "If I haven't used it in the last 6 months, I don't need it." However, that doesn't count for winter clothes, because, depending on the time of the year, winter weather could have been upon us longer than six months ago. But that is neither here nor there, back to the story. As I was taking shoes out of my closet I evaluated them and critiqued them in an effort to find something that warranted them getting tossed. Shoe after shoe came out of my closet and into the keep pile. In fact, I couldn't get rid of a single pair. It's sad really. I even tried to make myself, but to no avail. Here is what my floor looked like afterward. Notice how bored Charlies looks with this project.



This is my favorite sections of my shoes. It's sad that I have a favorite section...



Growing up, I had (at most) five pairs of shoes at any given time: a black pair (maybe), a brown pair, a tennis shoe, a sandal, and maybe a fancy pair of white shoes. I remember always wanting more shoes (I was a shoe addict at a young age) but, understandably so, there wasn't "shoes for the heck of it" kind of money in the budget of a ministry family. We got the basics, we always had what we needed, but no frills. Which, I think was a very responsible way for my parents to raise both Anna and I. However, as soon I was making my own money, I was buying shoes. I remember the first pair of red shoes I ever bought. They were lovely, absolutely wonderful.

Where I think that I really have a problem is in the black shoe department. As stated, as a young girl I had one pair (if that) of black shoes, until those were worn out and I needed another pair. That may be why I have an abundance of black shoes now. I have a thing for having the right black shoe. I know, black is black, what is the difference? But in my head there has always been a huge difference between one black shoe and another. Here is my sea of black shoes, and yes, I NEED all of them.



So there you have it, I am in fact an incurable shoe addict. I LOVE SHOES!!

When I grow up...

When I was a kid, I had a lot of ideas about what I was going to be when I was an adult. Some ideas were grandiose and others were actually pretty good. Here is a sample of some of the plans I had for my adult occupation.

- A mermaid (it only took me until I was ten to realize that this was an impossibility. However, I still daydream about how cool it would be to be an actual mermaid!)

-An astronaut (I actually have no idea where I got this idea from, but I stuck with this plan for quite a while, you know, if the mermaid thing didn't work out. Then I saw Apollo 13 and decided that I wasn't astronaut material.)

- An overseas missionary (I am still very open to this idea. However, both Chris and I don't feel that God is calling us to overseas missions.)

- A nurse (I waisted the first year of my college career in the nursing department at NMSU. Lets just say that the science of nursing eluded me. In order to keep my scholarship, without which I would not be able to go to college, I had to change my major to get my GPA back up to scholarship standards. I am not sad about it, I actually hated my year in nursing school.)

- A "Beth Moore" (Who knows if this will ever happen, but a girl can dream:)

- An author (The problem with this idea, is that I don't have any idea what I would write a book about! The migrating patterns of sheep?)

- An artist (I LOVED art growing up and would watch my parents create beautiful things with their artistic talent. I guess I could still attempt this one, but I would definitely need formal train. I don't think a doodled-on napkin, signed by me, would be found in any ones art collection.)

-A flower arranger (I have applied at many flower shops at any given time in my working years and still haven't had the chance to see if this would be a fit. Hmmmm....43rd times the charm?:)

-A wife and mom/homemaker (This is my dream job. I like all aspects of the home and all things domestic. I am not saying I am good at them, but I am the boss of my home and I can get things done the way I want them to be done, so I don't have to worry about pleasing any one but me and Chris. I heard someone call this occupation a "domestic engineer", I like that term! I kind of feel like I don't have a good excuse to be a homemaker right now because we don't have any kids. Maybe I just need to get over that.)

Now that I am grown up (or as grown up as a 5'2'' woman has the chance of being) I am trying to figure out what I want to be. I know, I already have a college degree and probably should be doing something in that field. Maybe I will, maybe I won't..maybe I still have some growing up to do. All of this to say, does anyone really grow up to be what they thought they would be, even if they did become what they dreamed of? Things always have a good side and a bad side. No one ever told me that, when I was dreaming about all the great things I would be when I was a woman.

I am revising the "when I grow up" list. When I grow up I want to be a good wife, a caring and compassionate friend, a loving mother, and a someone that the Creator of the universe would be proud to call His own. We'll see how that turns out. :)

Waiting

Chris' sister Kelly got married last weekend. Kelly is 38 years old and has been praying for a husband for a while now. God answered her prayers with a wonderful man named Rodger. He really is a great guy! Rodger is so tender to Kelly and looks at her with adoring eyes. I can tell that Kelly's wait was worth it when she is hugging the man that is now her husband. According to popular standards, Kelly had to wait a very long time to meet the right man and marry him. Kelly isn't a woman who is completely dedicated to her career and decided to wait on marriage until she was established as the CEO of her company. In fact, she is not that at all, she has always wanted to get married and become a mother. But God had her wait. Wait until the right person and the right time came along, wait until he was finished working in her the things that he wanted to work in her, wait until Rodger was ready to meet her and marry her, wait until the time He had planned.

Kelly and Rodger's wedding was a celebration of their season of waiting coming to an end. The music played at the wedding was the perfect sound track for this celebration. Kelly walked down the aisle to the lyrics "I thought that I would never know love, maybe I would never know touch. And then you came and awakened me." Her recessional was the Hallelujah Chorus and their first dance was Etta James' "At Last". The wedding was a celebration of waiting on the Lord and the blessings he gives you for waiting. I will not soon forget the spirit of that momentous occasion.

Waiting is a part of life. Waiting isn't something that can be avoided. Waiting could be lumped in with death and taxes, one thing that you can be sure of and cannot avoid. Because of this reality of life, a phrase has been coined, "Patience is a virtue." It' true, if you can learn how to wait with patience and not get all bent out of shape because of the circumstances you are experiencing, it truly is a virtuous thing.

Very few people know how to wait these days, with the world at our fingertips, instant gratification isn't a rarity it is a normality. Waiting isn't something that we have much opportunity to practice, unless of course you are at the DMV, but everyone there has a bad attitude and once again proves my point, people don't know how to wait, especially with patience. To learn to wait with patience is truly important and it is something that I have been trying to learn these past two years. Instant gratification has never been promised to any of us. Getting what you want the moment you want it, isn't realistic. Waiting on things, people, and situations is realistic, is normal. Waiting is good, really it is.

"Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary." Isaiah 40:31

I don't know about you, but that sounds pretty good to me.

Here are a few pictures of Kelly's wedding.

The Groom seeing his bride for the first time.

The bride with eyes like doves.

The joyous exchange of vows.

The kiss. This was the first time Rodger had kissed Kelly on the lips. Pretty sweet.

Mr. & Mrs. Rodger Wills

Guest Book

I was asked to create a guest book for my sister-in-laws wedding this past weekend. I had a pretty good time doing it, too! Here is the finished product. The cover of the book was covered with paper and ribbon and the inside pages were embellished and scrap booked with pictures and pretty paper.

Three Years

Tomorrow, June 3rd, is our 3 year anniversary. Wow. I know that 3 years doesn't seem like a very long time, but it is so monumental to me. The date corresponds with the amount of years we have been married. I think that is totally fun! Kind of like marriage is totally fun! Sure, there are hard times, but those times are completely overshadowed by just how wonderful being married to Chris is. We have so much fun together! He can make me laugh when I am madder than a bat out of hell. He is so generous and kind, loving and patient, not to mention unbelievably humble.

I am going to brag on my husband for just a bit. This may seem a little trivial, but bear with me. Chris drives a 1993 Nissan Sentra. This things is deplorable at best-There is a faint remnant of the previous maroon paint, the windshield has cracks all over it, it drinks oils like it is going out of style (funny, because it might be!), the upholstery is torn or decaying and he had to tear off his sun visor because it was getting in the way of his line of vision, it smells like dirt (really, like sand box dirt), and you can hear it coming from down the street.

I had to drive the car yesterday. I was SO embarrased. I am aware that I was just being vain and vanity is something that everyone can relate to, but it made me think about the fact that Chris hops in that car every morning and drives it to work without a peep of a complaint. I think that I complain about his car more than he does and I don't even drive it on a regular basis! Now if that doesn't prove the caliber of humility in a man, I don't know what does. His car could star in the Beverly Hill Billies and he is just as happy to drive it as he would be if he were driving his dream car. He is not a complainer. He is blessed with what he has. He works hard to serve me and notices small ways in which he can serve me. He gets me a glass of water every night, without me asking him to. He walks over to me and holds me while he prays for our dinner. He smiles at me when ever he looks at me. He prays things for me that I didn't even know I needed prayer for, but after hearing his prayer, I know that I need that prayer. He kisses me like he will never get tired of it. He looks at me like I am the most beautiful creature to grace the face of this planet. He loves God first and me with an outpouring of his love for his Savior. He is the fragrance of Christ in my life. I love him.

Here are a few pictures of the funnest day of my life.

I was pretty excited!!