<?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-5308077246478314562</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:55:36.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chatter Box</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-8871977652154679220</id><published>2010-01-13T15:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:10:49.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>... He Calls Me By Name ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;January 13th, 2008 was a Sunday. I woke up before Aaron and started to get ready for church. Before I jumped in the shower, I thought I would ease my mind by taking a little test. I hate tests. I stink at them. This one was easy. I passed with flying colors. What a difference one little line can make. I had two little lines. This means I passed. My first reaction was not one my Mom would have been proud of :) I said a word she wouldn't have liked. Knowing my history with tests, maybe I assumed I would fail. I really didn't think much of it and then I looked down and freaked out ... Aaron was asleep and woke up to my antics. He was shocked. We both were. We were happy-shocked if you know what I mean. Apparently, we are fertile. Good to know. Random to admit, but oh well. Anyway, we had about 9 months to get ourselves together and that is just what we did. We planned, hoped, gagged and slept a lot (well, not we, but I did), painted (thanks Michele!), we just dreamed about how and what would be different come September.  This blog probably documented most of that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had no idea ... the amount of work and sleepless nights that were coming ... we are still learning how much sacrifice it takes to parent. I am amazed every day, sometimes every minute, how much God is using this little person to teach me how much I need Him. But for all of the sacrifice, we also had no idea how much love would pour out of us. I didn't even know there was a place in my heart for that kind of love. And still, I am amazed everyday, sometimes every minute at how much God is using this little life to show me how much He loves me and how little I know about love and sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally, 20 minutes ago, I looked up from the packaging copy I was writing (for Sanctus Real's new project, Pieces Of A Real Heart, coming out on 3/9/10 - it's awesome by the way and you need to buy it) and thought to call Brody and Aaron at home to take a little break and get the boost of energy I need to finish this up. Sometimes when I call home, Aaron will put the phone on speaker phone and I will sing to Brody. He is taking a music class and loves it. We are really enjoying it too and I was working on one of his new favorite songs. So far the only word he has said is Pop (used in perfect timing) in the song, Pop Goes the Weasel. He did that for us right on cue over the phone. I love those moments. I can't sing at all so I sing very low hoping no one at work hears me. But still, those are always the best parts of my day. Anyway, at some point in the conversation, Aaron said, "ok, Brody, say goodbye to Momma." ... not at all expecting anything from him, but this time he did it ... what I had been waiting to hear since January 13th, 2008. Two years to the very day I passed my test. Almost perfectly, Brody said very simply, "momma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think I have caught my breath. I just kept saying, "oh my goodness" ... over and over. He won't do it again. And that is typical Brody. Don't ask for too much. What I give you is just enough. Wait! Maybe that is more like what God is trying to teach me ... I will have to think on that one ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for today ... what a gift! To be called by name! So thankful my God calls me by name ... and now ... my son does too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... then if my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Chronicles 7:13-14 (NLT)&lt;/strong&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/5308077246478314562-8871977652154679220?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8871977652154679220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=8871977652154679220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8871977652154679220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8871977652154679220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-calls-me-by-name.html' title='... He Calls Me By Name ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-8377846543416778535</id><published>2009-12-31T14:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:00:05.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy {NEW} Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;{NEW}. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, sounds so good to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need {new} right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am craving {new}!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome 2010! I am so ready for you to be here! Please bring happy things! I love that after Christmas comes ... a {new} year. Jesus and then ... {new}! Isn't that just like Him! He brings ... {new}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you tell I am pumped up and ready to wash away 2009 and bring on 2010 yet. I am journeying on looking forward to this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;December 31st is almost always a nostalgic day for me. This year though I feel like I am standing at the cusp of something. Just ready for it ... whatever, it is and slowly I am starting to feel more alive then before. I pray God kindles the fire He is starting in my heart and provides me with the courage to walk the road He has for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am praying for these things in the {new} year ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spending some time seeking the maker of all things {new} and what He has up His sleeve for our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Growing as a parent. Watching our little man grow. Seeking God's wisdom for guiding this precious soul through life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Understanding the story He has given me (and us) and how I can use that in the place He has me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finding a way to get my baby sister closer to me! This is starting to become more of a necessity rather than a hope. My heart can't take many more miles or time between us. Sisters weren't meant to live apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;grateful for the people in my life. Spending time with our parents and sharing the joys of the watching our son and their grandson grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finding &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; community. A soft place to land, with real, loving, forgiving people. Who know your story and love you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and finally, being me &amp;amp; being perfectly ok with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Welcome 2010 ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&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/5308077246478314562-8377846543416778535?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8377846543416778535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=8377846543416778535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8377846543416778535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8377846543416778535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy {NEW} Year!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-4527712664017951399</id><published>2009-11-04T22:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:32:41.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are leaving in the morning to go "home" for the weekend. This will be the first time ... I won't have anyone in my family to go home to. It's weird. I am struggling with the fact that there is not Weaver house in Princeton anymore. I moved away in 2002. My parents moved in December ... well, Dad finally moved then. The past couple of days I have been thinking about the people and relationships that I had there who helped form who I am. I feel like I am grieving relationships, choices, memories, and things about life that happened years ago. Lately, I have played the "what if" tape a lot. So tonight, I am trying to re-focus myself back to "what is" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some Halloween pictures from Brody's first trick or treating adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471089875626674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SvJT1-PNqrI/AAAAAAAAASI/T_I5tenfdXo/s320/232323232%7Ffp53842_nu%3D3254_484_2_%3B_WSNRCG%3D3365_6759432_nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;We laughed so hard ... he was adorable as Yoda. He ended up falling asleep halfway through trick or treating :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400470650865187570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SvJTcay9-vI/AAAAAAAAASA/LE9NmnBlZUQ/s320/232323232%7Ffp5367%3B_nu%3D3254_484_2_%3B_WSNRCG%3D3365_75%3B8432_nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400472117801698658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SvJUxzj4xWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Gw6ZWth-eig/s320/232323232%7Ffp53837_nu%3D3254_484_2_%3B_WSNRCG%3D3365_75%3B9332_nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing so fast. Who knew having a kid could be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5308077246478314562-4527712664017951399?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4527712664017951399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=4527712664017951399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4527712664017951399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4527712664017951399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-home.html' title='Going Home ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SvJT1-PNqrI/AAAAAAAAASI/T_I5tenfdXo/s72-c/232323232%7Ffp53842_nu%3D3254_484_2_%3B_WSNRCG%3D3365_6759432_nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-1243854982884626300</id><published>2009-10-26T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:50:11.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions That Won't Make Me Cool ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's be real ... I do not have time for this blog. I should not be writing in this moment. I am at work and I have way too much to do, but I can't shake these little thoughts in my head. I was thinking to myself, if some people knew these things about me, they might check me off their cool list. Then I felt the Holy Spirit say, who cares? Why are you keeping these thoughts to yourself? I don't think you will be any better for reading this, but I will be in the light of who my maker made me to be ... so here are my confessions for today ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have never really cared about U2. I am sure they are a great band and I hear their live show is amazing, but nothing in my life so far as drawn me to them. Maybe someday. I feel sure Bono is a nice guy, but I don't know him. However, I do like his glasses. Lately I am pretty turned off at every tweet or post about who is going to their show or who is watching the live feed. I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really hate NPR ... it puts me to sleep. I feel pretentious just listening to it. I don't want those voices putting thoughts in my head or making me think ... I would rather listen to a song or see a tree that causes me to pause and ponder. That probably sounds stupid ... again, I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a really twisted sense of humor. I generally laugh at things that should not be funny. This often causes my mom to be embarrassed of me and my husband to be turned on ... and therein lies another reason why sometimes I feel caught between the two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I struggle with being true to who I am ... I am constantly wanting to be shaped or formed by anyone but the being that dreamt me up ... seeing it written convicts me to the stupidity of that. Why do I care what another broken soul thinks of me? They too are broken! Eeeekkk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;4 random ramblings for today that do not seem all that positive. Oh well. It's truth. I am going back to do work now. Happy Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-1243854982884626300?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1243854982884626300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=1243854982884626300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1243854982884626300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1243854982884626300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/confessions-that-wont-make-me-cool.html' title='Confessions That Won&apos;t Make Me Cool ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-1137533529230710876</id><published>2009-07-20T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:38:22.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Crawling ... Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much to my dismay, Brody recently picked up crawling. It's all my mother's fault ... she felt the need to teach him where his knees were. I like to have him crawl down the hallway to me! We were practicing crawling the other day! Here are two videos of his attempts. The first time he doesn't quite make it, but it will make you laugh. Don't worry, he only cried for a second and we were back at it again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zzjy89t-N44&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zzjy89t-N44&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ke2FN3B3Azg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ke2FN3B3Azg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&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/5308077246478314562-1137533529230710876?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1137533529230710876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=1137533529230710876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1137533529230710876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1137533529230710876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-crawling-everywhere.html' title='We&apos;re Crawling ... Everywhere!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-2830463617831043809</id><published>2009-07-14T09:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:41:09.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inviting The Glorious Into The Mundane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can tell it has been a month since I have posted. We now have a 10 month old who sleeps in his own room, plays with his toys on his own, and can crawl across the room to pull on my legs when he wants to be held. What a blessing we have been given! Yet in the day-to-day, I am struggling to figure out how I will love on him enough while I am getting ready for work so that he knows he is loved while I am away. I long to be sitting on the back porch with him playing with his shapes and water bucket at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. And at 5:30 I race home all the way praying that God will give me the strength to be present with him in the few hours I have before he goes to bed. I am so tired and drained from all of the energy that the day requires from me that when I get home I don't feel like there is much left of me to give. The details of life have been stealing my joy and clouding my vision, keeping me from enjoying the blessings God has given me ... like a husband who gives up his time to help take care of Brody so he doesn't have to be in daycare, a boy whose eyes light up when I walk into the room, a job that I love and that I feel like I am good at doing even on the rough days. I have allowed all of that to be taken from me. I am reposting this video blog from Christy Nockels. There will be more to come, but today it gave me that kick in the pants that I needed and the reminder that if I just invite God into the details of my life, ask Him to fill in the gaps of my humanity, I can be the wife, mother, daughter, sister, and worker that He created me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the blog from Christy Nockels ... more coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="220" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5271209&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5271209&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00adef&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5271209"&gt;Being A Mom {Part 1}&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/christynockels"&gt;christy nockels&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-2830463617831043809?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2830463617831043809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=2830463617831043809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/2830463617831043809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/2830463617831043809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/inviting-glorious-into-mudane.html' title='Inviting The Glorious Into The Mundane'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-8773037208459756698</id><published>2009-06-12T22:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:04:35.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our little man is 9 months old today. Hard to believe he has been in the world longer than he spent growing and fluttering around inside of me. He is so much more than I ever imagined he would be ... my cup is full. I still can't believe that God let's me be his momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some pictures that might make you smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346650182034391090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SjMeA0ZwADI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Wc-kPfVSsDg/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346655821825598226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SjMjJGQwYxI/AAAAAAAAARI/B74JLH8cvo4/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346657869499559874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SjMlAScRb8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/-9Hgw3bUg_I/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-8773037208459756698?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8773037208459756698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=8773037208459756698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8773037208459756698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8773037208459756698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-months.html' title='9 Months!!!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SjMeA0ZwADI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Wc-kPfVSsDg/s72-c/DSC00749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-3534893114199239522</id><published>2009-06-05T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:32:13.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Becoming An Aunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are a couple times in my life that I have been lovingly referred to as "Aunt Jess." I have always been grateful to my sweet friends that allowed me to love their kids as if I were their Aunt. I always wondered what it would be like to be a real Aunt someday. My Aunt has always been special to me, I hope that I can pass along some of that love I have received from her just the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, when Brody was just a couple of months old my sister called and casually reminded me of how I thought it would be fun for Brody to be a cousin someday and then said, well that day will be sooner than later! I was a bit shell shocked just because I hadn't expected it {still not sure why, they have been married for 5 years} but so elated. As the months have passed, the idea of Brody being so close (exactly 9 months and 4 days to be exact) older than his cousin Levi has made me so happy! We never really had cousins that we were close to growing up so I am excited for him to have that in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Turns out that my sister only does big events in the month of June {her birthday, anniversary, and now birth of her first child}. And little Levi is not so little and breech so she has been scheduled for a c-section on June 16th. I have been so upset that I will miss it {she flew in at the last minute when B was born and that will remain to be the best gift she ever gave me}. Aaron knew I was really struggling with not being there but I wasn't sure how to make it happen. This morning he helped me figure out how to get there so now it looks like I will fly up on Monday and back on Wednesday. I am so grateful to him for helping me go and be a part of this. Then we will fly back together {the entire Chambers Clan} at the end of this month. I cannot wait to look into the face of this little man and tell him all about his cousin that can't wait to meet him. Furthermore, I can't wait to tell him when he is older how &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt; he is to have such an incredible momma! My sister doesn't do anything half way and when it comes to matters of the heart, she may put up a good front, but Levi is going to be so loved and taken care of and more importantly, pointed in the direction of the One that matters most. So next Christmas, the Weaver's will gather around the tree and this time it will be about watching the eyes of the two little &lt;u&gt;boys&lt;/u&gt; as they discover the lights and presents around them. My how time has changed! The two Weaver girls now have two little boys and my dad couldn't be happier because he has waited a long time to give tools and footballs as gifts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look for updates on Baby Levi around June 16th. I can't wait to share them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you can refer to me as Aunt Jess now any time you like ... it is a title I will always cherish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-3534893114199239522?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3534893114199239522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=3534893114199239522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/3534893114199239522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/3534893114199239522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-becoming-aunt.html' title='On Becoming An Aunt!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-6351508930542014145</id><published>2009-05-26T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:16:53.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooters and Such!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So shortly after I wrote the blog below, I went to Publix all the way contemplating I had just sort of publicly announced that I was ready for God to use me in any way possible. I stood in front of the dessert counter thinking about how great the cheesecake looked and along comes a rather large African American woman on a scooter. She is coming at me, at me, closer, closer and then all of a sudden BAM! She ran right into the dessert counter actually physically MOVING the counter! Her response was, "did I do that?" Um, yes mam, in fact that was you as we are the only two standing here and I promise it wasn't me. So she said, "well let me just back up here ..." and then she realized that she wsa STUCK to the counter! Yep, that is right folks! Cry out to the Lord and say USE ME! and that is just what He will do! So I had to physically extract her from the counter. This took a manly strength that must have come from the Lord as I have always been known to the be weakling in my circle of family and friends. But I did it folks ... I removed her from the counter safely, swiftly, and unharmed. Then I kept passing her in the store and she continued to take liberties with the scooter that I would like to say she wasn't skilled enough to be doing but oh well! I did my part. Lesson learned: be faithful in the small (or in this case, not so small) stuff and God will give you the bigger opportunties. Guess I am still proving myself here as I haven't been moved on yet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of scooters, most of you know that my precious 55 year old dad retired in December! What an answer to prayer for me! I worried myself sick over him living alone in WV and working outside in the cold. Anyway, he is a completely independent, capable, fun-loving guy. We always play jokes on each other ... So, I contacted the Scooter Store recently and asked them to contact him as he was interested in purchasing a Scooter :) Now he gets phone calls, emails, snail mail all letting him know that he can live a perfectly mobile life if he would only purchase a Scooter! HA! I love it! So fun. Needless to say I am in trouble but it is all worth it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, if only free lessons came with the scooter purchase, Miss Dessert Stand Jolter from Publix wouldn't have almost taken my life at Publix on Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-6351508930542014145?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6351508930542014145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=6351508930542014145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6351508930542014145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6351508930542014145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/scooters-and-such.html' title='Scooters and Such!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-8582556874076154906</id><published>2009-05-22T14:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:32:42.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, let's just get it out in the open ... I am a terrible blogger ... I have this kid that I can't take my eyes off of and a husband who I really do enjoy being with so blogging (as well as cleaning, cooking, laundry and a host of other things) has taken a back seat. The problem with blogging is that the writer in me cares way too much about what I write and it takes me too long to put something together. So, I have decided to just type away and not worry about making it all perfect. Which means you, any readers that are left, may have to provide me with a certain amount of grace if and when I cross the line and say something ridiculous or if my grammar isn't perfect (don't judge me based on my English degree). So here are some things that I am loving these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaron's scruffiness! (I have convinced him not to shave so close :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brody's smiles, laughs, and babbles and the way he smells after a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Showers that last more than 3 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that Kris Allen won American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The weather ... when it isn't raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being at work more (which means I have to fight off the guilt of not being at home with Brody as much so it's a catch 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy Love ... if you haven't read it ... DO! Now! and then ACT! It does not good if you don't change the way you live once you have the knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling more like myself and not &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; a new mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to yard sales EVERY Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that my parents are coming next weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, now ... putting it in writing makes me realize how much I am loving life right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;One other thing I wanted to mention. I hear a lot of new music at work and to be honest, so much of it is lost on me (I am an old school country kind of girl from the mountains of WV) but the other day in a meeting they played some new Switchfoot songs (that were amazing) and another song by a band we signed recently named Abandon. The very first line of this song, titled, Here We Are Now was: "I ask myself, what can I offer you? Can you use someone who already feels used?" Wow, that really resonated with me! The whole song was great but that one line jumped out at me ... Feeling like the veil has just been lifted from my post partum world, I get that "used up" feeling. There are days when I just feel like there isn't an ounce of me left to give to anyone and that goes against all the gifts that God has given me. He made me to be outgoing and lively and social ... an exhorter! And lack of sleep, time, energy, and constant caring for another helpless human robbed me of the ability to be that person again. While I was off whining about the fact that I didn't know where I fit into my own life anymore God had given me this amazing kid and that is what needed my attention at that moment ... to sum it all up ... I know that in my "used" state ... God can use me the most because that is when there is less of me and more of Him. Ok, so publicly to the few readers of this blog and more importantly to the One who matters most I want to say, Jesus, use me ... however! To change a diaper, to encourage someone, to cook dinner, to listen, to give a hug, play in the floor! However Lord. Just put me to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, here are a few pics of our little man. You know I can't end without sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338731076929807266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/Shb7oO-9Y6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/CKkbPIaeteE/s320/232323232%257Ffp53443%253Enu%253D3254%253E484%253E2%253A%253B%253EWSNRCG%253D3258995%253A6232%253Cnu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338731229996053938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/Shb7xJMy9bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ikZhlCql8C4/s320/535167927_8MmcJ-M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-8582556874076154906?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8582556874076154906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=8582556874076154906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8582556874076154906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8582556874076154906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-lets-just-get-it-out-in-open.html' title='Use Me'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/Shb7oO-9Y6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/CKkbPIaeteE/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp53443%253Enu%253D3254%253E484%253E2%253A%253B%253EWSNRCG%253D3258995%253A6232%253Cnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-7830901472274068123</id><published>2009-02-11T09:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:27:00.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Difference A Year Makes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561341040352594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SZLt82enXVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ugaTxmMQZtk/s320/chambers007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SZLuFtYgOlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hXbhcXgnWPY/s1600-h/n787565693_5885179_2477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301561493217622610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SZLuFtYgOlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hXbhcXgnWPY/s320/n787565693_5885179_2477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A year ago today Aaron and I saw our little one's heartbeat on the screen for the first time! I will forever have the memory etched in my mind. Dr. Stafford pointed to him on the screen and said, "There is your little peanut right there!"  We love Brody Rayf to pieces! I can't imagine life without him in now!&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/5308077246478314562-7830901472274068123?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7830901472274068123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=7830901472274068123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/7830901472274068123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/7830901472274068123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What A Difference A Year Makes ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SZLt82enXVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ugaTxmMQZtk/s72-c/chambers007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-7509040310630310848</id><published>2009-01-14T13:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:04:33.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was pregnant with Brody I posted about a song one of our artists sang for us at devotions called, "I Wish." I promised the lyrics but now I can do even better ... click on the link below to watch Heather Headley sing, "I Wish." It is only about 4 minutes long, you will be glad you watched. Her new album is out now, it's called, "Audience Of One."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS ... Brody Rayf, you are too young to read yet little one, but Momma has these lyrics written in your baby book and I pray these words over you too baby boy! 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href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7509040310630310848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=7509040310630310848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/7509040310630310848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/7509040310630310848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-5261279632460363280</id><published>2009-01-12T10:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:10:52.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So much swirling around in my head so I am just going to swim in this poem that I heard today and I thought that I would share it with you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{The Journey}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day you finally knew what you had to do and began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mend my life!"each voice cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But you didn't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;You knew what you had to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though their melancholy was terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But little by little, as you left their voices behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;That kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Determined to do the only thing you could do --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Determined to save the only life you could save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Mary Oliver ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-5261279632460363280?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5261279632460363280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=5261279632460363280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/5261279632460363280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/5261279632460363280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-1373561411657831530</id><published>2008-12-31T10:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:03:51.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year! (ps ...  I am back!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;First off, I am so sorry for my absence. You will have to give me grace. Becoming a Mom has taken up all of my time. I can't seem to pull myself away from this beautiful bouncing baby boy that God blessed us with! I am not even sure how to begin telling you about him, but here goes: Brody Rayf Chambers was born on 9/12/08 at 6:29 pm and was 7lbs and 10oz and 20 1/2 inches long. So he was about 11 days early :) His name means, "God redeemed from the muddy place." He loves to smile and laugh. We are madly in love with him ... and I could go on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron has falled into his new "daddy" role perfectly. From the beginning he has been so great. He went to every doctor's appt. with me, he let me sleep as much as I needed to, he fixed me about any type of food that I wanted and then in the hospital he was an incredible labor coach. Now that we are home, we have gotten pretty good at becoming a team in this whole parenting thing. I am so excited that we get to share this journey together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the eve of this New Year, I am going to attempt to get back to blogging :) We will see how this goes :) Since I have A LOT of less free time now, there may more lists and pictures in the blog rather than me rambling off every detail of my life. I am sure that will make whoever is still reading this blog happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that happened in 2008 ... (in no particular order by the way and probably lots of exclamation points and smiley faces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We found out on January 13th that we were having a baby!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron turned 30! We had a great surprise party for him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron started a new job! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We learned what it meant to trust God in uncertain circumstances!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made the trip to California to spend time with my sister! It was loads of fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We visited my parents &amp;amp; Aunt in Florida in May!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron bought me my first Mother's Day card :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attended my 10 year class reunion 8 months pregnant :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sweet friends at work threw us a baby shower and gave me one amazing birthday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends Tristin and Michele threw us the best baby shower in the world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We became parents!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron attended our friend Angela's wedding ... I stayed home with our 3 week old baby :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out that I am going to be an Aunt in June!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mamaw passed away. We went in to Bluefield for the Memorial Service.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brody went to daycare for a day and a half :) Susie jumped in to help us take care of him until we figured out what to do and happend upon the world's most amazing nanny (even if we can only see her on Mondays and Wednesdays:( )!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I continued fumbling through motherhood and learning how to be me and a mom at the same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We sold the Mustang and purchased a more "family" type car :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad retired from AEP after 32 years and finally moved to Florida!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of our family came in for Brody's 1st Christmas!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the things that I am hopeful for in 2009:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Brody grow and explore the world around him and learn to talk, crawl, and walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting my little niece or nephew in June!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking, talking, and growing closer my Savior!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading more (this is my wish)  ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping through the night ... or more than 5 hours straight :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting back to my role at EMI and working on some amazing projects this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting healthy! Well, I don't really care about health, it's more about getting myself back into my jeans again :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching my sweet friends bring life into the world! Tristin, Laura (what an answer to prayer!), Sosha and the list goes on and on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning to bake cakes and making one for Brody's 1st birthday party!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Growing more and more in love with my sweet husband! Celebrating 7 years together in June (actually 11 in October if you could the almost 4 years of dating)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dressing Brody up and taking him out for Halloween!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrating next Christmas with two "weaver" kids that aren't my sister and I :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to sum up, 2008 was probably one of the best years of my life. I felt more loved by my friends and family than I ever have! My hope for 2009 is that I am able to return some of that love, and become an stronger wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. As I write this, I am curled up in my bed, Aaron and Brody are both napping beside me. I feel overwhelming blessed by all that this year has blessed me with and I hope that in 2009 maybe I can focus on being a blessing to those in my life. Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-1373561411657831530?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1373561411657831530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=1373561411657831530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1373561411657831530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1373561411657831530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-ps-i-am-back.html' title='Happy New Year! (ps ...  I am back!)'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-4006740080736745270</id><published>2008-09-11T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:00:53.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Coming ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our little man is on his way. Tomorrow I will wake up a wife, daughter, sister, niece, daughter-in-law, sister-in-law, and grandaughter and go to bed a MOTHER! WOW. I cannot wait to see his little face! I have gotten to spend the last almost 39 weeks getting to know him from a very different point of view. I can tell you he is amazing. He is stubborn (like his dad), he has some legs (like his dad), and he is impaitent (like his mom). I cannot wait to learn all about his other personality traits. But the hardest part is that starting tomorrow I have to share him with the world ... I am not sure I am ready to do that yet :) This motherhood thing is going to be harder than I ever imagined!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-4006740080736745270?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4006740080736745270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=4006740080736745270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4006740080736745270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4006740080736745270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/09/hes-coming.html' title='He&apos;s Coming ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-6093142099779966841</id><published>2008-08-12T12:13:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:37:39.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning A New Kind Of Love ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We just got back from a whirlwind trip home this weekend! We left on Friday and came back on Sunday. 7 hours + in the car and baby Chambers was not happy about it. He could not get comfortable, he let us know it and my feet were all swollen up. Yucky! Aaron made it fun though. He stopped both coming and going and got us a blizzard! That made it well worth the trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning we went to my little 10 year class reunion but when there is only 14 people in your graduating class it becomes more like a get together. It was lots of fun. There were 8 of us there and if you ask me that is pretty good considering that is half of the class! It was great to see everyone again and catch up. We were all really close 10 years ago and I felt like we picked up where we left off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a few photos from that adventure ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233680897070299346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFC_GfeNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TSCZtXsaNAA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681075618534786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFNYPtVYI/AAAAAAAAALE/Wq0NnXNTO9M/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681168157749394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFSw-xsJI/AAAAAAAAALM/0t5Y0PIdcrY/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681244649550658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFXN7180I/AAAAAAAAALU/9BAUwzDYW3g/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then we went to Aaron's friend Grat's wedding on Saturday night. It was beautiful and I am so glad we made it in to be a part of that! Baby Chambers was too because he really liked the food ... a lot! They are such a cute couple and we love Grat's family! They have always been like extended family to Aaron. Grat's dad, Steve is just precious and he makes me smile. Steve and Kathy (Grat's mom, who is wonderful and makes me laugh) along with Debbie (who is also a close friend of the family and so sweet to us), and Barbara (maybe my favorite family member :) surprised us and showed up for our baby shower. I was so happy that they came! It was lots of fun having them here for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the shower ... wow! It was lots of fun! I am not even sure where to start on the decorations. They were amazing! All of it was like a fairytale. I loved it. Tristin and Michele were so good to us. There are so many people who went out of there way to help us welcome this little boy into the world. I wouldn't even know where to to start to thank them. My sister, my parents, and Aaron's mom came in too and it was fun having a house full of people. Anytime I can spend with my family makes me happy and I loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are some pictures from the shower ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681357815120146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFdzgngRI/AAAAAAAAALc/Nv0BCFeDQUw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233683678406247026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHHk4YqAnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QA81BJxBrJM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681609518696674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFsdLbSOI/AAAAAAAAALs/0BEKd0ESI0o/s320/92711700713_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681649008085218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFuwSbiOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zJkSeB0SBhk/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681731140191442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFziQQBNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3VcOavlE_44/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681817097790162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHF4ieI4tI/AAAAAAAAAME/t2uA9EpDea0/s320/90711700713_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233681918536520402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHF-cXBEtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OOFfxFIx1DM/s320/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233682052057531202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHGGNw6A0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6UDbOWIOt4U/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My Mom and Dad surprised us and bought us a glider for the baby's room! It is precious and I love it! My sister and I put it together right away ... well, honestly it was mostly her but it was fun to share that with her. I did not want her to leave. I am still wishing she were here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele finished painting the baby's room. It isn't completely done yet but it is so cute that I have to share some pictures. She is incredibly gifted and did all of this by hand! I am so thankful she is my friend. She has done so much to help me ease into this whole new world of motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233682459441346466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHGd7Yxt6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/t6BotJaDMN8/s320/IMG_3014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233682520666310882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHGhfd8iOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rGEEfoycM0k/s320/IMG_3019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, it's time for the Olympics and I have become, yet again, an Olympic widow. Aaron lives for this time like every 4 years - 2 if you count the summer games. I have never met anyone who can spit out stats from the years past and predict winners like he can. I feel sure that he and Bob Costas were meant to be friends. Aaron could step in and do his job any day. I have enjoyed it so far though because he lets me ask him questions and he teaches me about the games. I am amazed though that he can sit and watch fencing at 3 in the morning or beach volleyball all day long. His most favorite though are the swimming events so I try not to talk too much during that time :) He loves Michael Phelps! So much fun to sit back and watch him get excited about these different games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going great. I am amazed everyday and so thankful for my job. I honestly love it and I am so lucky to work alongside such incredible people. Aaron and I were talking on the way home from our trip this weekend and I guess I had never realized it but I really work about 6 months head of our releases. Once the CD comes out I am kind of out of the loop (unless I screwed something up in the packaging - which hopefully doesn't happen often :) So normally I can tell you all about what we are working on releasing but not much about how it does after we get it on the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though, I have been drawn to two projects that I have to share here with you. The first is Steven Curtis Chapman's new version of his song, "Yours." After the tragedy of loosing his daughter he wrote a new verse to add to the end of this song. I can't listen to it without getting all teary eyed. I am going to post the words here for you to read ... If you have the chance to listen to it you should. The new verse is highlighted in &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the streets of London&lt;br /&gt;And notice in the faces passing by&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me stop and listen&lt;br /&gt;My heart grows heavy with the cry&lt;br /&gt;Where is the hope for London?&lt;br /&gt;You whisper and my heart begins to soar&lt;br /&gt;As I’m reminded every street in London is Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the dirt roads of Uganda&lt;br /&gt;I see the scars that war has left behind&lt;br /&gt;Hope like the sun is fading&lt;br /&gt;And they’re waiting for a cure no one can find&lt;br /&gt;And I hear children’s voices singing&lt;br /&gt;Of a God who heals and rescues and restores&lt;br /&gt;And I’m reminded that every child in Africa is Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours&lt;br /&gt;From the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours&lt;br /&gt;You’re the maker and keeper, Father and ruler of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walk the sidewalks of Nashville&lt;br /&gt;Like Singapore, Manila, and Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;I’m brushed by the beggar’s hand and the wealthy man&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I look I realize&lt;br /&gt;That just like the streets of London&lt;br /&gt;For every man and woman, boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;All of creation, this is our Father’s world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I’ve walked the valley, of death’s shadow&lt;br /&gt;So deep and dark that I could barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had to let go of more than I could bare&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve questioned everything that I believe&lt;br /&gt;And still even here in this great darkness&lt;br /&gt;A comfort and hope come breaking through&lt;br /&gt;As I can say in life or death, God we belong to You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't remember when, I have been drawn towards music. I honestly feel God speaks to me through lyrics sometimes. Right now, He is teaching me a whole different type of love. I am learning that this little man growing in my belly is not mine, but His. I just get to be a small part of his life. And if this is true then the same must be of me as well ... I am HIS! What an incredible truth to sit in for today. I know that this will be a struggle for me once our little one is here. Aaron will be able to tell you all about it I am sure ... but He is already preparing my heart to know that this child is a blessing to us but is ultimately His and not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gospel division is working with an artist named Heather Headley. If you don't know her ... you should! She won a Tony Award for her work in Aida and has also been on Broadway doing Ragtime and The Lion King. She is an incredibly gifted singer and also seems very genuine in her faith. She came today and sang a song for us that left me in tears. As soon as I can get those lyrics I will post them. The song she sang (and wrote with Keith Thomas by the way) was about wishing just enough for someone ... wishing that they had just enough gray skies to appreciate the blue ones, and wishing they had just enough need to understand what wealth really is. I sat there with my hand on my belly feeling our little guy move. I am filled with so many emotions these days but what I felt the most was hope. Hope for his little life and a passion that he will make God the center of it. That is going to be the song that I write in his baby book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray so many things for him but more than anything I pray he fully understands his need for his Creator and that he finds Him early in his life, and I know, from living my own life, that to understand your need for Him sometimes He lets us get to a place where all we can do is reach out for Him. These are lessons I wish he didn't have to learn on his own but all Aaron and I can do is help him build his foundation so that if and when he falls his foundation is solid and once there he realizes that all he has to do is reach up his hand and God will be there waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor preached one Sunday along time ago about the Prodigal Son. What I remember most from that message is that he said all that the son had to do was start walking towards his father and the father ran to meet him. I try to remember that on the days that I feel like my head doesn't coincide with my faith. In my heart, all I have to do is reach up - even a tiny bit - and He will reach out and grab me and hold on tight. This is what we have to teach our son and then we have to remember that he is God's and not ours and ultimately God will protect him better than we could anyway. This love is what I am learning and I believe it has only just begun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-6093142099779966841?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6093142099779966841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=6093142099779966841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6093142099779966841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6093142099779966841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/08/learning-new-kind-of-love.html' title='Learning A New Kind Of Love ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SKHFC_GfeNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TSCZtXsaNAA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-6953228723661159603</id><published>2008-07-23T09:02:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:12:02.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been way too long since my last post! Life has been crazy the last few weeks and it's about to get even crazier. We have something planned every night of the week this week. Last night my friend Katie and I had a shower for our friend Samantha who is getting married in August. We had lots of fun. I am a little bummed though because I managed to break a pitcher that someone gave to me when we got married. It was one of my favorite gifts ... gone :( Oh well. It landed on my foot and then shattered on the ground. I was just glad that Aaron didn't get glass in his foot because it shattered all around his feet and he didn't have any shoes on. I hobbled inside and he put some shoes on and cleaned it all up. Now I have one foot that I cut at the pool (because I am clumsy) and the other foot is all bruised up from the pitcher landing on my foot before it hit the ground. It could be a lot worse. I kept imagining myself 8 months pregnant on crutches ... so I am just glad I didn't break a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We started birthing classes and they are a great source of entertainment for us! The lady teaching the class has never given birth :) great, right! But she is a very qualified nurse ... who would rather not use the diagrams and has no problem being all fours in front of the whole class. I really question whether or not we are adult enough to be parents because we spend most of this class trying not to look at each other or else we will bust out laughing! I feel sure she has seen me red faced and holding my breath on more than one occasion. Also, I am pretty pumped about the fact that one of my favorite members of the group Little Texas is in our class. He has had a solo career and been in other bands since but back in the day he was in Little Texas and I adored him. So that has made the class even better. We have three more to go ... so hang on for more stories from that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work is going great! We found an amazing girl named Jamie to fill in for me while I am out. She is wonderful and has really seemed to catch on quick to all of the little details! Michele has drawn some of the circles in the baby's room. She has one more wall to go and then she can start painting. I am so excited to get all of that set up! I will post pictures as soon as I can. We only have less than 9 weeks until he is here!!! The nesting has begun. Is it too early for that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And great news!!! We now have a name for the baby! Although, we aren't telling just yet :) We are going to wait until he gets here to share. But it is great and I love it! The best part is that we took our time choosing - only went with the what we both liked and when you put the first and middle names together it has a sweet meaning that we love. We really prayed over what God would have us name this blessing and I honestly believe he gave it to us. I won't say anymore because I may give it all away :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have one other shout out to give to my sweet husband! His new job was mentioned in the Nashville Business Journal recently. I am so proud to be his wife! You can go here to view the article (scroll down to the middle of the page) &lt;a title="http://nashville.bizjournals.com/nashville/potm/2008-05-26/" href="http://nashville.bizjournals.com/nashville/potm/2008-05-26/"&gt;http://nashville.bizjournals.com/nashville/potm/2008-05-26/&lt;/a&gt; or you can read it here ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226217320165676706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SIdA9od4FqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7qlCW8QsdHU/s400/Aaron.bmp" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our families are coming in next week for our shower on Saturday. I can hardly wait to have everyone here!!! That is all for now. Here are some pictures from Samantha's shower that we did last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226596541819135634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SIiZ3PNqJpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tUkValloa8k/s320/n9409261_38097515_3435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226596415311390402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SIiZv373JsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HjJU5GrilQU/s320/n9409261_38097509_8109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5308077246478314562-6953228723661159603?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6953228723661159603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=6953228723661159603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6953228723661159603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6953228723661159603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-has-been-way-too-long-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SIdA9od4FqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7qlCW8QsdHU/s72-c/Aaron.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-1037283475900947681</id><published>2008-07-08T09:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:19:12.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July Is Off To A Great Start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What happened to June? I feel like it must have just flown by! I won't complain, even though it is really hot in Nashville (95 yesterday, 93 today - Jenny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; now I totally understand what it must have been like for you to be pregnant in the summer!!!) July is off to a great start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends at work had a shower for us last Tuesday. It was so much fun! I have some wonderful memories to write in the baby book for sure. Here are some pictures ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220645007779740578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN0-XMgu6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/pksIJ_1e0K4/s320/of%3D50,590,4422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220649249242241570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN41P3-WiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rZZ7DbHzSTk/s320/n9409261_37869092_4477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220649302657160482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN44W3FVSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2omRY_DBCmM/s320/n9409261_37869093_7007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220649582819888242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN5IqjFTHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Y1W0qgkrgsM/s320/n9409261_37869091_1553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220649524498032834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN5FRSEaMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VFUCIKYokO0/s320/n147800060_31021686_4704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220650165309898210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN5qkfhfeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rb12uVJAYS8/s320/n9409261_37869090_9013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220649451990461858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN5BDK6raI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EYOKY_oUNHM/s320/n147800060_31021674_5947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220645060791175090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN1BcrbB7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/OfXZhLIzJns/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We celebrated the fourth of July at Crockett Park with some friends from our Sunday School class. I had to share pictures of Ethan &amp;amp; Jacob eating their push-up pops :) and Michele and I with our glow necklaces! We had lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220661864647370898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHOETj68KJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HCaynPHx8X0/s320/of%3D50,590,4425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220646124654852146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN1_X4SeDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ovzdqWbhwwU/s320/of%3D50,590,442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220644949564583298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN06-U77YI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2KMrxb6ApJk/s320/of%3D50,590,442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday Michele and I painted the baby's room green (or willow wind :) and this week she is going to come over and start painting the circles around the room. She is so talented! I am so glad they decided to leave San Diego for Tennessee! They have been helping us paint and next weekend I think we are going to help them. I say we, but what I should say is Aaron is going to help them :) I get to watch the boys for the day :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; and Michele are having shower for us in August. It is going to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; and Jacob's house where we can just hang out with our friends and their families. Something really laid back but lots of fun. My parents &amp;amp; sister are coming! Aaron's mom is coming too! It should be lots of fun. Michele hand drew the invitations! They are just like the bedding for our the baby's room! I love them! They have put lots of work into it and I feel so blessed to have friends who are so good to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I am writing this I am reminded how thankful I am that God led us to Nashville 4 years ago. We were so scared - we had no idea what we were doing but we knew we wanted to live here. My job transferred me and Aaron had decided to go back to school. The thought of being even further away from my family broke my heart. But God has given us friends here who are as close as family and such a wonderful life. I know that life has ups and downs and that you can't always be on the moutaintop, but right now I am just feeling the love and support of our family and friends as we are about to start on the next journey in our lives and I am so grateful for all that God has blessed us with and that He placed these incredible people in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Aaron and I celebrated our 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary! We went to the pool but it was closed because someone had an accident in the pool :( so we went to the indoor pool instead and then went home and watched The Bucket List (because my dad loved it and wouldn't quit talking about it :) and Untraceable (yuck). I spent the day just being so grateful that God put us together and that he has held us together throughout the last 6 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally, we start our birthing classes on Thursday! So many fun things going on this month! I am sure I will have lots of stories to tell :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-1037283475900947681?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1037283475900947681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=1037283475900947681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1037283475900947681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1037283475900947681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-happened-to-june-i-feel-like-it.html' title='July Is Off To A Great Start!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SHN0-XMgu6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/pksIJ_1e0K4/s72-c/of%3D50,590,4422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-9008933786585524084</id><published>2008-06-29T21:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:42:34.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have had an exciting weekend! We spent all day yesterday (12 hours to be exact) painting the living room, kitchen, dining room, entry &amp;amp; hallway! I say we spent 12 hours but the only one of us who actually made it the whole 12 hours was our friend Michele! She was our project manager and there is no way that we could have done it without her! I had a baby shower for our friend Kristen and Aaron went to pick Michele's husband Mike up from work. Then Aaron and I each made trips out for a Sonic run for all of us and then to get dinner. So Michele was the only one who spent the whole day painting! She is incredibly talented! I am so thankful she is my friend! Here are some pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFifLOWVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zJtNZbbNREY/s1600-h/Aaron+%26+Jess+Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496627095165266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFifLOWVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zJtNZbbNREY/s320/Aaron+%26+Jess+Wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; Aaron wrote our names on the wall :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFc6iZaeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AB5ZZ8Ct1gA/s1600-h/Mike+%26+Michele.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496531360901602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFc6iZaeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AB5ZZ8Ct1gA/s320/Mike+%26+Michele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; And he wrote Mike and Michele's too! You can see Michele is hard at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFZhuXmqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kQcKQNNeA_A/s1600-h/entry.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496473160620706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFZhuXmqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kQcKQNNeA_A/s320/entry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; Here we go! Here are some after photos! This is the entry way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFVyLdyRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T534vaHTQ6k/s1600-h/kitchen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496408858151186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFVyLdyRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/T534vaHTQ6k/s320/kitchen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; The kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFS7r4L3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aW63bFESxTQ/s1600-h/Kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496359870410610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFS7r4L3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aW63bFESxTQ/s320/Kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; More kitchen ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFPDz5wlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QL6g5VwlhUg/s1600-h/Dining+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496293332075090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFPDz5wlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QL6g5VwlhUg/s320/Dining+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; The dining room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFK5g3twI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eKV8TIqR9lM/s1600-h/livingroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496221848418050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFK5g3twI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eKV8TIqR9lM/s320/livingroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; And the living room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, I have to post a couple pictures from last weekend too! We went to Michele's Mom's house to celebrate her birthday (which by the way was also my precious sister's 25th birthday!) Ethan and Jacob were so cute playing in the yard. I had to take a picture of Ethan. He is adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFDw7qRjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7TD4JNUhhw4/s1600-h/ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217496099285780018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFDw7qRjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7TD4JNUhhw4/s320/ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; On Sunday we went to the pool and I snapped a picture of Michele and Jacob playing in the pool with Jacob's new floaty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhE9yShLkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ERL72OvZ30o/s1600-h/Michele+%26+Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217495996570873410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhE9yShLkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ERL72OvZ30o/s320/Michele+%26+Jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am exhausted but so happy that the painting is done. This weekend we may paint the baby's room!!! Then the painting will be done! I can't wait. I will post some pictures of that too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-9008933786585524084?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9008933786585524084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=9008933786585524084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/9008933786585524084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/9008933786585524084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post!!!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SGhFifLOWVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zJtNZbbNREY/s72-c/Aaron+%26+Jess+Wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-8698791087488552171</id><published>2008-06-18T16:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:25:58.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes My Squeeky Clean Image ...</title><content type='html'>One of my most favorite people at work happens to be one of the top executives. His name is David. He likes Disney as much as me and always has fun stories to tell about the places he has been and the things he has seen. Today he stopped by my office to talk about a report he asked me for (which by the way is next to impossible to complete and if I didn't adore him so much I would probably complain about having to do it.) Anyway, my work-best-friend (this is what we call each other) Katie was sitting on the couch in my office (we will pretend we were discussing work). David was being so nice and asked me if I am always so positive - even at home (I am putting up a real good front, right? This is what I thought too) But my WBF, Katie totally blew my cover. She told him that I was not in fact always so chipper and then proceeded to tell him about the time I told her I wanted to light someone (who will remain nameless) on fire!!!! Granted, I was really early in my pregnancy when this happened so I will use this as my excuse. But I can't recover my image from that one :) Thanks Kates! I guess God is really pulling me into that transparency thing, huh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-8698791087488552171?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8698791087488552171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=8698791087488552171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8698791087488552171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8698791087488552171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-goes-my-squeeky-clean-image.html' title='There Goes My Squeeky Clean Image ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-3555960986072866099</id><published>2008-06-18T09:10:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:04:00.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been trying for days to get a few minutes to post about Father's Day weekend at the Chambers house. I have been so busy at work and then at night I am just too tired of being on a computer all day to even think about taking the time out to sit down and write from my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But this morning this little blog of mine might serve as therapy for me. Aaron and I are so incredibly blessed by the friends that we have in our life. These types of relationships mean so much to me. I love that I can share what is on my heart with any of them and walk away feeling loved but more importantly challenged if my heart is not in the right place. Our Sunday School teachers (and I feel honored to call them our friends) Jack and Mandy often challenge me this way; and yesterday after reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etherealmiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I feel led to try and be as transparent as I can when sharing my heart on this blog. I warned you that I would be writing a lot about the little one growing in my tummy that we can't wait to meet in September so I feel that is ok for me to talk about him a lot. Just wait until I have pictures to share too :) You might stop dropping in then :) And while this is one the most exciting times in our lives and we couldn't be happier about this life that God has blessed us with, there are also struggles. This morning I hit one of those walls head on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to work Aaron and I were talking about daycare and what to do in November when I have to come back to work. We haven't decided. We haven't really even tried to visit anywhere yet. I think both of us were thinking if we just ignored the issue an answer would fall from the sky. Then I walked into work shut my door and just fell apart. I really haven't even stopped crying yet. I just want to do what is right. And how do you know the answer to that question? Staying home with him is almost next to impossible - the insurance alone would be over $600 a month! But if I work, who will take care of him? I want him to be close to where I work so I can just drop in anytime and check on him, feed him, be with him if he is sick, love him when he needs to be loved ... all of those things are endless. However, it would be about $240.00 a WEEK! That is almost a extra thousand dollars a month! I know God cares about these details in my life because He loves me. I keep telling myself this. Already I feel like the things I do here at EMI don't matter even one bit compared to the things that I do for him. And who will love him and take care of him like we would? NO ONE. That is the truth. But if I have to work, this is the place for me. I absolutely LOVE my job, the people, everything. I have always believed that this position was a gift from the Lord to me. It combines my love for writing with my love for music. Anyway, it may seem very simple to you - reading out there as someone out of the circumstance, but for me, right here in the thick of it today I am really praying, asking God to speak to me, crack open a door, show me an answer, or even just be close to me while I deal with this my first ever heartbreak as a Mother! And as I read back over that line, maybe just the being close to me today would be enough. (and this is where I hear Mandy in my head say, HE IS ENOUGH, that is all you need to know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I have taken time that I don't have at work to cry out all my tears while I am spilling out all of this to you I am going to go ahead and share that Father's Day post I have been trying so hard to get around to writing. So yes, this is going to get even longer. Sorry if I am totally boring you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you know me, you know I adore both of my parents. I was so blessed being born into the Weaver family! Nick and Agnes had two girls (who have grown to be the bestest of friends). And from the beginning both of us had a special relationship with each of my parents and as far as dad went we were always daddy's little girls - no matter how old or obnoxious we were. My dad coached my basketball teams, put together my toys, fixed everything I broke, moved me from dorm to dorm, and even drove the uhaul that moved us to Nashville 4 years ago. All of this was going through my head this weekend as I watched him help my husband put together the crib that Aaron's parent's bought us for the baby. It felt appropriate to me as I watched them (for 2 long hours) figuring out how to put it all together. They probably wouldn't know it, but there was a moment when I was standing in the doorway where I felt it all coming full circle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213236756831107026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SFkjNZztd9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/mSxHYT3Z1xc/s320/putting+crib+together.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just know I will keep having those moments. watching my dad hold his grandson, playing with him in the yard, and teaching him to do things that drive me crazy :) I will have those with all the special people in my life - whether I am watching Aaron hold him, discipline him, bathe him. Seeing my parents, sister, aunt, and Aaron's parents , sister, and grandmother with him. Those will all be things I hold on to and cherish. This was one of the firsts. For father's day we gave dad a Disney mug that said Grandad. He is officially going to go by Pop Pop but he was still excited to receive his first ever Grandad merchandise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213236198270268402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SFkis5Abc_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/jdbGU7Iqaao/s320/grampa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was also Aaron's first Father's Day! That meant something really special to me. I have been walking around with this little man kicking me and using my kidneys as a trampoline for the last few months so I am fully aware that there is a living being that is a part of our lives living safe inside of me. Sure, Aaron has seen me changing, growing, and put up with all of my issues recently but I wanted to focus Sunday totally on him, how this little boy is changing his life and how he will make a difference in his life as well. So we celebrated all day. Whatever Aaron wanted to do we did. He likes practical things - I am sure you know that :) So I had his watch fixed (it hasn't worked since November) and we grilled out and ate steaks (he is the master griller!) and then we watched a boy movie - I am not much for those but we did it anyway. Lots of shooting and killing :) Then we watched Seinfeld's (my sister and Kyle bought him the entire collection for Christmas - something he will forever cherish :) And we went on a walk around the neighborhood too. It was lots of fun. He is already an amazing Father! I am constantly talking to this little guy letting him know how lucky we both are that he is our husband and dad! Aaron has such a tenderheart and a gift for loving people. I am so grateful to be his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213236310270882786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SFkizaPdM-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/jy-pT43vjKs/s320/ang+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213236580520400834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SFkjDI_9l8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/PFc-nFmIJbk/s320/ac+parents+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now to move away from all of my hormones and drama (sorry you had to read about it all here) Here are a few other pictures from this weekend. We pressure washed the house and I now have a new hobby :) It was so much fun. Guess what I am asking for at Christmas :) Finally, I will close with a preggo pic from Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213236433277796754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SFki6kelwZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7TGLdRFdyg0/s320/preggo+power+wash.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you made it to the end of this post, thanks for reading through my hormones and drama and for letting me use this space as therapy. I think my eyes are dried enough to go and start my day now :) I am going to keep reminding myself that HE IS ENOUGH (see Mandy, even when you aren't around to tell me I will remember).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213236494520312898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SFki-In8ZEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vNNsbVWIITQ/s320/jc+%26+bab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5308077246478314562-3555960986072866099?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3555960986072866099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=3555960986072866099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/3555960986072866099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/3555960986072866099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/transparency.html' title='Transparency'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SFkjNZztd9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/mSxHYT3Z1xc/s72-c/putting+crib+together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-7978004378805069081</id><published>2008-06-10T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:47:05.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appointments, Tests, and Bad TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well we had another dr. appt. today! Everything went well. This was the diabetes test one. We haven't gotten the results back yet but I learned when I married into the Chambers family that failing a test is not really acceptable so I hope this little one and I pass with flying colors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way there our boy was kicking like crazy! It was so funny. Aaron and I were laughing because the last time we were at the dr. she couldn't get him to hold still long enough to check his heartbeat and I just knew he was going to show off again for her. Aaron could actually see him kicking me without even feeling it. The dr. said his heartbeat was 158 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time in our lives! I may feel &amp;amp; look portly these days but I am on cloud nine dreaming about this amazing little gift that God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is coming this weekend to share Father's Day with us! I think we will celebrate by putting him to work :) Since they sold their house in WV he misses yard work and around the house stuff and I love doing those things with him so I am working on coming up with some chores for us to do. Don't think I am a terrible daughter - he loves it too :) Maybe I can take some pictures to post of our weekend together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did anyone else besides us watched the Nashville Star show lost night? It was terrible. I was really disappointed in how bad it was actually. I don't think I need to tape it anymore. Now that Lost and all of my tv shows are off for the summer I am going to go through some tv withdrawal I just know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-7978004378805069081?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7978004378805069081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=7978004378805069081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/7978004378805069081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/7978004378805069081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/appointments-tests-and-bad-tv.html' title='Appointments, Tests, and Bad TV'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-6674691567555449286</id><published>2008-06-07T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:36:14.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Preggo Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first I avoided it but I finally caved and took some preggo pics to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEsNBRGS1GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aD-dlXIisk8/s1600-h/DSC03439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209271709404943458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEsNBRGS1GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aD-dlXIisk8/s200/DSC03439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEsMk7K1SqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3fr0ITZx4RY/s1600-h/DSC03437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209271222482061986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEsMk7K1SqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3fr0ITZx4RY/s200/DSC03437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5308077246478314562-6674691567555449286?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6674691567555449286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=6674691567555449286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6674691567555449286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6674691567555449286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-preggo-pics.html' title='Some Preggo Pics'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEsNBRGS1GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aD-dlXIisk8/s72-c/DSC03439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-8456875652038780216</id><published>2008-06-06T14:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:24:54.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey all! Sorry I was a slacker and didn't blog while we were on vacation or even very soon after we returned. We had fun! It was nice and relaxing. We didn't plan too much (that's right folks ... my husband just let us fly by the seat of our pants most days which is very unlike him and just goes to show how sacrificial he can be :) We saw Prince Caspian and Dad and I saw the new Indiana Jones movie. We went to the pool one day (because Dad and Aaron had a little too much fun in the sun) and we did a lot of shopping! On the 12 hour ride home Aaron and I decided that since I needed to stop and walk some we would stop at outlets on the way. That was so much fun and a highlight of the vacation for me! We also went to The Varsity on our way through Atlanta. It is a great place for chili dogs, burgers, and shakes&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Real life has since set back in and I am back at work setting goals and meeting deadlines. God has answered a big prayer of mine this week! My amazing intern (by intern I mean grad-student intern who is really gifted and way more mature than me :) may possibly be able to stay through her internship time and fill in for me while I am on maternity leave. This was something that I had been really concerned about just because I love my job and I feel the responsibility of not being able to do it while I am away and knowing that someone will be able to train essentially for 3 months before going it alone for a couple months while I am out is a huge answer to prayer. Now I am just praying that I don't scare her off with all of the stuff she has to learn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are going to register tomorrow and I am really excited about that. Then we are going to spend the rest of the weekend working on the baby's room and taping up the walls so we can paint next weekend! I am pretty excited to get started on that too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This baby boy has started kicking a lot more often and even stronger than before. I love it! It is the coolest thing in the world. We have been really working hard to find him a name! Most likely we will decide at the last minute but it is something we have been thinking and praying about a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from Florida. Since we just hung out there wasn't much to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208850015368993314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEmNfcZbWiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XbhpgqlUUQQ/s200/302078534_FiTZH-M-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208850595208073746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEmOBMd1khI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZJqKNvEJ4Jw/s200/302073101_5WNF5-M-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mom, Dad, Aaron &amp;amp; I at Sebastian's Inlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208850442003909458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEmN4RvHi1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ai2-pM65FkM/s200/302087523_Q2eFd-M-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Making Aunt Pat's birthday cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5308077246478314562-8456875652038780216?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8456875652038780216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=8456875652038780216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8456875652038780216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8456875652038780216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-again.html' title='Home Again ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SEmNfcZbWiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XbhpgqlUUQQ/s72-c/302078534_FiTZH-M-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-3418223396642143987</id><published>2008-05-23T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:10:25.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida ... Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a quick post to say that we are about to leave for a week in Florida! I am super pumped to have a whole week with my adorable husband. He makes for a fun travel partner and since we will be in the car for at least 12 hours (having to stop at least every 2 so I can go to the bathroom) it should be fun trip. It is amazing to me that after 10 years of being together (4 dating and almost 6 married) that we still have so much to talk about! We realized this morning that this will be the last trip we take where we only have to pack for two and not three :) I will try to post some pictures while we are there! Have a wonderful Memorial Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-3418223396642143987?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3418223396642143987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=3418223396642143987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/3418223396642143987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/3418223396642143987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/florida-here-we-come.html' title='Florida ... Here We Come!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-4922406835687658681</id><published>2008-05-22T12:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:25:39.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Do Know ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I am clinging to a few things that I do know rather than asking the "why's" and "how comes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My King sits on the throne and knows way more than I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All things come together for good for those who serve Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This baby growing in my belly (and making me fat) is being knitted together piece by piece by the most creative of Creators and He has a path in life already marked out for this little one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All Aaron and I need to do is make sure he grows up knowing to just hold on to the Lord's hand &amp;amp; everything will be ok. And the same goes for me too - which I often forget :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I had a terrible day at work. I was pretty down on myself. Like those days you have in high school where you feel like you just aren't good enough to run with the cool crowd. Weird analogy I know, but I totally felt that way. And everything I rushed to get done for someone ended up becoming something that wasn't needed after all. Then I started thinking about how hard it will be to be away from my precious boy all day just to come to a place where I don't feel like I am needed or that I make a difference. I know ... can someone say hormones :) That is no excuse though. I wasn't hearing or seeking truth at all, but today is different I am reaching for truth, searching for God because in hearing sad news God reminds me that there is hope beyond this world that I cannot even comprehend (I am hearing Amy Grant's "In A Little While" over and over in my head today).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night after watching the finale of American Idol with our friends Mike and Michele we headed home and I received a phone call from a friend at work. The sad news about Steven Curtis Chapman's daughter Maria passing away after a tragic accident had made it's way down the EMI CMG pipeline to me. In the midst of all of this, from the outside looking in, I see hope. Today there is pain and loss for this family beyond anything I can comprehend, but God is in the business of doing amazing things and I cannot wait to see how he uses this tragedy to glorify him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what I do know is that this is not my home and I don't need to know the answers to the questions of this world. I have such a peace in knowing that all I have to do is walk by faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because truthfully, those kids in high school who were so popular and cool had struggles too and at reunions aren't they the ones that have been in jail, gotten really overweight, or still live with their parents at 45? And also, God blessed me with this job (there is no doubt about it) and He blessed Aaron and I with our son who we will meet soon. So surely He will help us find a way to mix all of that together. All we have to do is hold His hand and walk close by Him no matter what life brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you care to read them, here are the lyrics to Amy's song that I have played over and over again today. It used to be something my Momma and I sang on the way to school in the mornings. Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Dad for making sure I grew up knowing that this place is temporary and not my home. I promise to pass that along to your grandson too and I am certain that the Chapman's have done that as well - how awesome that they know they have someone waiting to see them when they get home ... for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In A Little While&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Got a ticket coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish the officer had known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a day today has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I stumbled through the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dropping junk mail on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When will this day end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then your letter caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brought the hope in me to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause you know me very well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I bet you wrote me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a little while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be with the Father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you see Him smile?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a little while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be home forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a while …&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're just here to learn to love Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be home in just a little while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy, that letter hit the spot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Made me think of all I've got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that waits for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess I've known it all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wonder where my thoughts went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When will my heart believe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waking half way through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reaching toward the lamp for light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picking up the Word I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's another letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-4922406835687658681?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4922406835687658681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=4922406835687658681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4922406835687658681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4922406835687658681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-do-know.html' title='What I Do Know ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-86558394430199820</id><published>2008-05-16T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:39:19.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personified God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this song! Switchfoot is genius! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you haven't read &lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt; - get it ... NOW! Lately, God is showing me all of these personified views of Himself. The lion in this video gives me chills and the way He is portrayed in &lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt; is amazing. I can't wait to see this movie. I think we will have to go see it next weekend when we visit Mom and Dad in Florida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0ykm1v9xbU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="373" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" rel="0&amp;amp;border="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-86558394430199820?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/86558394430199820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=86558394430199820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/86558394430199820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/86558394430199820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-home.html' title='Personified God'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-6863175381638831928</id><published>2008-05-15T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:54:21.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCxNa8HkV3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Pl7B5HDGst0/s1600-h/home_splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200616794915886962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCxNa8HkV3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Pl7B5HDGst0/s200/home_splash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I totally don't have time to be blogging about this right now but I feel it is my duty to let all of my friends and family know that the New Kids On The Block will be performing tomorrow on the Today's show. I was totally obsessed with this group growing up :) I will admit publicly (although I am sure I will regret it) that sometimes at Christmas I still break out the NKOTB Christmas tape and it brings me great joy :)&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/5308077246478314562-6863175381638831928?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6863175381638831928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=6863175381638831928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6863175381638831928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6863175381638831928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/nkotb.html' title='The Right Stuff'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCxNa8HkV3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Pl7B5HDGst0/s72-c/home_splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-5069923120324826529</id><published>2008-05-11T23:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:49:05.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Musings ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well tomorrow I jump back on the plane and go home to my precious husband! I have missed him so much! I have had so much fun with my sister. We ate a lot :), shopped some, and visited Disneyland. I happened to visit when they had her company award ceremony on the Queen Mary! So I got to tag along for the night. Carrie won the Employee of the Year award! It was so much fun and I was thankful that I was able to be there to celebrate! Here are some pictures from this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199345050804573954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCfIxsHkVwI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gm3GhjxlnDw/s200/sistersboat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199346665712277330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCfKPsHkV1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/yxkutk6_Rk4/s200/carrieflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199345476006336290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCfJKcHkVyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tsaqGJL5BYU/s200/paintersawards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199345235488167698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCfI8cHkVxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Aym-ax2BUZo/s200/sistersdinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199346317819926338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCfJ7cHkV0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/k0p2QrdXIuc/s200/EATS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199345991402411826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCfJocHkVzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Uuqwp9QKJy0/s200/sisters50th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrie and Kyle took this photo of an iPod vending machine at Macy's. I thought it was so crazy that I had to share it with you guys too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199346979244889954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCfKh8HkV2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OEsrZglL5Qk/s200/ipods+macys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-5069923120324826529?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5069923120324826529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=5069923120324826529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/5069923120324826529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/5069923120324826529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-musings.html' title='LA Musings ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCfIxsHkVwI/AAAAAAAAADs/Gm3GhjxlnDw/s72-c/sistersboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-2753540164230170270</id><published>2008-05-11T01:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:21:57.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day To My Momma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCaVb8HkVvI/AAAAAAAAADk/FyEPflRdseg/s1600-h/l_a28db2995e4eb8ae1579bb82e7b21cf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199007127072691954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCaVb8HkVvI/AAAAAAAAADk/FyEPflRdseg/s320/l_a28db2995e4eb8ae1579bb82e7b21cf5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since it is Mother's Day, I thought I would write a little bloggy blog to honor my precious Momma. There are just a few quick facts about her ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is so young! She is only 47! (although she will be 48 on May 20th!) But that is very young for a Mom who has two girls who will be 28 and 25 this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is number 7 of 10 children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is an incredible nurse! Now she works as an Occupational Health Nurse and doesn't do a lot of floor nursing anymore. She worked lots of places but Labor and Delivery was her favorite I believe. She also has a Master's degree in Special Education and a certification in Occupational Health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was married at 17 and had her first kid (me) at 20 and my sister at 23. She and my dad have been married for 31 years this September. Not too shabby for a whirlwind romance where you meet in May and are married in September!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She always orders salad and water with NO lemon wherever and whenever she goes out to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She loves books on CD! Mainly because she doesn't have time to read books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She can fall asleep doing any task whether reading, cleaning, or even paying bills. This is because she does too much and doesn't know when to stop working so she can rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She makes an awesome lasanga and Aaron loves her homemade mac and cheese and homemade cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are just a few of the things she has taught me in life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She taught me to walk by faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She introduced me to &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She taught me how to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She taught me great work ethic (sometimes she takes this too far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She showed me how to give without expecting anything in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has accomplished so much in just 47 almost 48 years of life. And although most people would never know it, she has overcome some big obstacles in her life. Growing up I think all little girls look up to the their Mom so much and I had a wonderful example of love, determination, sacrifice, and faith. I am so grateful that God blessed me with her as my Momma. I love you so much and I hope that you have a wonderful Mother's Day! Thanks for being my Momma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-2753540164230170270?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2753540164230170270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=2753540164230170270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/2753540164230170270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/2753540164230170270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-to-my-momma.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day To My Momma!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCaVb8HkVvI/AAAAAAAAADk/FyEPflRdseg/s72-c/l_a28db2995e4eb8ae1579bb82e7b21cf5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-4349043680861596256</id><published>2008-05-08T20:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:11:14.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some of the cute little clothes that Carrie bought for the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198177931199504306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCOjSYxr37I/AAAAAAAAADE/OlbFi7A-cx4/s200/of%3D50,332,4422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198177664911531938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCOjC4xr36I/AAAAAAAAAC8/XaNnAvM8Z7o/s200/of%3D50,332,442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198178120178065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCOjdYxr38I/AAAAAAAAADM/DMP2aME7Lsk/s200/of%3D50,332,44222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198178377876103122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCOjsYxr39I/AAAAAAAAADU/ug_iLq5IKDE/s200/of%3D50,590,4424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198178562559696866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCOj3Ixr3-I/AAAAAAAAADc/xv7dXChUdm0/s200/of%3D50,590,442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are having lots of fun. We did some shopping today and now we are watching 27 dresses. Gotta get back to my sisterly time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS ... Thanks for reading. I know this is less like a blog and more like a journal (so says my little husband :) If it is pop culture stuff you are looking for you should read his blog. He is a walking Entertainment Weekly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-4349043680861596256?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4349043680861596256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=4349043680861596256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4349043680861596256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4349043680861596256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCOjSYxr37I/AAAAAAAAADE/OlbFi7A-cx4/s72-c/of%3D50,332,4422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-8510061345816349673</id><published>2008-05-08T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:02:40.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so hungry ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have entered a new phase of pregnancy .... hunger. I eat all of the time. I can't get enough food! So far I have only gained 10 pounds and for 20 weeks preggers that feels good to me. But now I just know that is about to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I watched Jon and Kate + 8. Then God and I had a chat about how thankful I am that he blessed me with ONE little boy growing in my belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I talking too much about this little baby on here? Sorry if I am already one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; Mom's. I am just so in love with this little one. He is kicking more frequently and harder. I love it! I keep telling him to bring it on because Momma can take it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;He has kicked enough to wake me up the last two mornings at 6:15 - which is 8:15 Nashville time. So I told him that we would call his Daddy and talk to him on the way to work :) And I love that time talking to him! You probably think I am crazy. Oh well. I am head over heals in love with both my boys! I never thought I would be a soccer mom but I can feel it coming on already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am off to wake up my sister and beg her to make some of her pancakes with strawberries. She is a WONDERFUL cook! I might also go through her cookbooks while she is cooking and make some notes. I can use all of the help I can get and I can eat all of the food she can cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-8510061345816349673?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8510061345816349673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=8510061345816349673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8510061345816349673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/8510061345816349673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-hungry.html' title='I am so hungry ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-1749739940134320353</id><published>2008-05-07T14:55:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:44:37.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In LA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two things I love about this place ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197736966907223954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCISO4xr35I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ktgRmD6UYRc/s200/l_d8ed5c4b4944a34b94a8f9c0379082d8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197736155158404962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCIRfoxr32I/AAAAAAAAACc/XnQKfwu0maw/s200/top_store_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two Things I Miss So Much About Nashville ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197736404266508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCIRuIxr33I/AAAAAAAAACk/eLAAJgTbTAI/s200/l_f78417d8e124d16c329c273df51f876c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197736717799120770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCISAYxr34I/AAAAAAAAACs/OtAIhURcZ8E/s200/commercial250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sweet, sneeky, little husband put a package in my suitcase that I can't open until Mother's Day. I love him. I wish he were here. There is a 53 inch TV at my sister's house that I feel sure he would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are about to head to target to look at little boy clothes :) Carrie and Kyle bought some adorable baby boy clothes for little Baby Chambers. I took some pictures of them and will post them soon. They are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being off from work is great! I have only logged in twice today :) Why can I not just unplug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-1749739940134320353?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1749739940134320353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=1749739940134320353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1749739940134320353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/1749739940134320353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-in-la.html' title='I&apos;m In LA!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SCISO4xr35I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ktgRmD6UYRc/s72-c/l_d8ed5c4b4944a34b94a8f9c0379082d8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-3511297314073993223</id><published>2008-05-02T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:49:20.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Friday ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like after the last post anything that I have to say just wouldn't be as exciting :) I am still reeling from the news that our little one is going to be a bouncing baby boy! Honestly, Aaron and I really thought we were having a girl. The only person who really said it was a boy was our friend Angela. She was pretty happy that she called it! We had girl names but we hadn't really thought of any boy names that we both just loved. So we have spent the last couple of nights flipping through the baby name book! My friends at work decided they would come up with a name for him. The landed on DeMario Dunk Chambers. Apparently DeMario means "tamer of wild beasts" and I guess they thought that is what this little one will be ... I am just not feeling it :) We have a little while to think about it though and that is the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a few little onesies and I keep going into his room and looking at them. I just keep thinking he is going to fit into these little outfits and I can hardly wait to cuddle him in them! Our friends Mike and Michelle came by and we watched the ultrasound video with them. They said we are going to have to get good at swaddling him because the way he is laying his little legs will always be all curled up around his face if we don't :) You can't tell from the pictures but they said he is laying sideways right now. So his little head is on my left side and his feet are on my my right. Now I understand why I could only feel the flutters on my right side because his little feet were over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it seems this one has some really long legs :) Makes sense since his daddy is 6 foot 4 inches tall! The lady who did our ultrasound said that my due date was measuring around 9/18 and we thought it was 9/23 so maybe my doctor will move it up. We will see. My next visit is 5/13. Aaron goes with me to all the visits. I love it! He is so cute about always asking questions to make sure that we are doing all of the right things. I love sharing every minute of this with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron thinks that it looks like he has my nose and I definitely think he has Aaron's little knees and legs. I mean how much can you tell from the photos but this is what we have decided. We were both happy about that because I have always thought Aaron had the cutest long legs and he tends to think I have a cute nose :) So it's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have to get started on his room now. We had decided before we even knew what we were having that we wanted to do a lions and lambs theme. A - because Aaron has always loved lions and b - because I really liked lambs. We thought it would be perfect since Jesus is the lion and the lamb. Then my Mom told me that when my sister was little she was fascinated by the fact that someday after Jesus comes back the lions and the lambs would play together as friends (see how precious she was even then). So we decided that lions and lambs it would be. We haven't found any lion and lamb only bedding but we found a kind of an animal theme and so we may do that and have lots of lion and lamb accents. It is so fun shopping for all of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week our friends and also our Sunday School teachers, Jack and Mandy are going to start a series on parenting. Aaron and I always learn so much from both of them and we are so excited to see what God has to teach us. What perfect timing, right! Jack sent an email this week to kind of prepare our hearts for the first class on Sunday and he said that his mother in law gave him a plaque years ago that said parenting is like nailing jello to a tree. I think that must be a perfect analogy. Already God has changed my heart so much even towards my own parents and just realizing the sacrifices and understanding their love for me. You think you know, but you just don't I guess until you walk that road on your own. I am so thankful for how God is constantly working on our hearts and how he uses things that happen in our lives to always point us to him. I am so grateful that my parents raised me to love the Lord. More than anything I just want this little boys heart to search after and love the Lord. Aaron has such a way of pointing out God's hand in our lives (sometimes I will admit it is a little annoying) but more and more I am so thankful that this little one and I have such a tenderhearted man who loves God as the leader in our family. What a gift that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down to about 3 days and counting until my little peanut and I jump on a plane to visit my sister in Los Angeles ... well Cypress to be exact. I was able to visit her her October and I get to go one more time before the baby comes. It is so much fun hanging out with her. Last time I had my first In-and-Out burger and I can't wait to go again. We may have to stop on the way home from the airport (even if it is 11 pm :) This trip I get to go with her to her company's awards banquet on the Queen Mary. How fun! I just have to find something that I can fit into :) I will miss Aaron so much and I wish he could go; it would be so much fun to share with him. He is saving his vacation for after the baby comes and we are going to visit my parents in Vero Beach at the end of May. We haven't been there since my Momma moved into their house over a year ago. I had saved up so much vacation that I wasn't going to accrue any more if I didn't use it so that made for a great excuse to visit my sister and her husband and then Momma and Dad! I will post some pictures from our visits if anyone who cares to see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to try and get lots in on this Friday. I am so glad I love my job because I have so many deadlines these days that I just don't even know where to start. We are putting out some 2 for 1's soon. It will be two albums bundled in one CD for the price of one. It is all catalog stuff. Sure it sounds like a great idea but I have to re-write the packaging copy for 60 CD's in about 2 months on top of the other releases we are working on! We just finished up the tobyMac package a few weeks ago. His new CD + DVD will release on 5/27. It is really good! I am not normally a live CD type of person but as always Toby is a genius and delivers so you should go buy it as soon as it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well enough rambling from me. Those of you who know how much I talk probably expected these long posts, right :) I promise not to always write so much but it's a rainy Friday and it has been fun to just sit here and type while I look out my window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for checking back! I'll write more soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-3511297314073993223?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3511297314073993223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=3511297314073993223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/3511297314073993223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/3511297314073993223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/05/rainy-friday.html' title='Rainy Friday ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-4009783826572852751</id><published>2008-04-29T16:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:12:43.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A BOY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's perfect! Here are his first photos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194778739518832834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePvY_FgMI/AAAAAAAAABU/P7kBKU0SlGI/s320/Baby+C+Side+View.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Side View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePv4_FgNI/AAAAAAAAABc/LUJsNgkkjR4/s1600-h/Baby+C+All+Curled+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194778748108767442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePv4_FgNI/AAAAAAAAABc/LUJsNgkkjR4/s320/Baby+C+All+Curled+Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;His little legs are up above his head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePwI_FgOI/AAAAAAAAABk/jUKghcu9s88/s1600-h/Baby+C"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194778752403734754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePwI_FgOI/AAAAAAAAABk/jUKghcu9s88/s320/Baby+C%27s+Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; His little face! He is holding his hands up on the sides of his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePwY_FgPI/AAAAAAAAABs/BI-GkQ2ApE0/s1600-h/Baby+C+Is+A+Boy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194778756698702066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePwY_FgPI/AAAAAAAAABs/BI-GkQ2ApE0/s320/Baby+C+Is+A+Boy!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; No doubt about it ... it's a BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePwo_FgQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KkLhMrGHojU/s1600-h/Baby+C"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194778760993669378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePwo_FgQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KkLhMrGHojU/s320/Baby+C%27s+ARM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; His little arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194779186195431714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBeQJY_FgSI/AAAAAAAAACE/_HkGvCW3X34/s320/Baby+C%27s+Foot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His little foot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It felt like Christmas morning! We were anxious, nervous, scared - all of it! We still are, but we are so excited and there is lots to look forward to! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This will be a short post because I have to go and read up on Thomas The Train and Aaron is going to teach me all about Soccer! I am sure I will have lots more to say in the days to come. I will be out numbered for now, but that is ok because I love my boys so much! I hope you can stop in again and keep up with us this way! Thanks for sharing this news with us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194781239189799218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="65" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBeSA4_FgTI/AAAAAAAAACM/1tcUrRnZT6c/s320/Jess+sunflower+lower.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-4009783826572852751?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4009783826572852751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=4009783826572852751&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4009783826572852751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/4009783826572852751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s A BOY!!!!'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBePvY_FgMI/AAAAAAAAABU/P7kBKU0SlGI/s72-c/Baby+C+Side+View.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308077246478314562.post-6112629530798269271</id><published>2008-04-25T16:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:23:27.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After many false starts, I think I am ready to jump in head first to the world of blogging! I feel like I have a lot to share these days and maybe this is the place to let it all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My sweet friend Mandy challenged me a year or so ago to quit spending so much time reading other people's blogs and start writing my own. I kept putting it off and then my friend Vanessa made this awesome blog header for me and that inspired me to start off on this new journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(On a side note, if you are looking for some cute, creative stuff go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterflysparks.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to see all of the fun things Vanessa has created! You can also see some adorable pictures of her little Noah! He is precious.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyone reading this has to know that we are expecting our first baby in September! As I even write that my heart feels a thousand times bigger! I am overwhelmed with a lot of emotions. More than anything I just feel blessed. I am so grateful that God has entrusted Aaron and I with this little one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We found out on a Sunday morning. From that moment on nothing has been like I had imagined it would be. You know you get this idea in your head about the moment you find out and when you tell your family and what the first flutters will feel like. I have to say it has been even better than I ever dreamed and he or she isn't even here yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;More than anything, I cherish sharing these little moments with Aaron. What a gift that has been. He is so cute and supportive. From cooking every meal (exactly what I am craving at that moment) to picking up all around me as I lay on the couch with either the tv remote or my laptop in hand. It is so much fun to share this time with him. I cannot wait to see what an amazing dad he will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is the first ultrasound picture we had taken at 8 weeks. Monday we will be 19 weeks. The time has flown past us. We get to do the big ultrasound on Tuesday and I am so excited to share those pictures and find out if I need to start preparing for tea parties or t-ball games :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193309727559614626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBJXro_FgKI/AAAAAAAAABE/aBAr4SMjZDU/s320/chambers007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have to admit ... this kid is cute for 8 weeks, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps ... don't expect perfect grammar here ... I know that I edit for a living and that I have an English degree but I plan on letting loose around here :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308077246478314562-6112629530798269271?l=chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6112629530798269271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308077246478314562&amp;postID=6112629530798269271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6112629530798269271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308077246478314562/posts/default/6112629530798269271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamberschatterbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings ...'/><author><name>.::Jess::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989971057784190610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SUFozmoFE9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VRnsgYzISv0/S220/IMG_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HIypmbKSRpM/SBJXro_FgKI/AAAAAAAAABE/aBAr4SMjZDU/s72-c/chambers007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
