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I believe in the power of story.

I love once-upon-a-times and remember-whens and me-toos and what-ifs.

I believe that writing down, speaking up, typing out all give life and color and meaning to ideas that need to be shared.

I love when a turn of phrase or a perfect analogy lodge in my head for days.

I believe that stories give us connections – to our past, to our future, to folks we’ve never met halfway around the globe or the guy on the corner or the lady down the street.

I love pressing a book into someone’s hand with an urgent “you have to read this” and I love retelling my favorite memories with my favorite people for the hundred-millionth repetition, with no urgency at all.

I believe that my heart contains sparks of story that are begging to be told, shared, repeated & remembered.

I love storytelling.

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I feel a little bit like that scene in every movie ever where a character comes [into a room, down a staircase, out from behind a curtain] and s/he suddenly looks their very best and everyone gasps because this was the potential all along. Like, “Hey, we always knew you were [smart, funny, talented] but now your outside matches your inside!”

Yeah. I’ve been blogging since 2005. I started out, as most of us do, on a free site. I had nothing fancy to look at, and I was writing primarily for our long-distance extended family. Eleven years later, I’ve got my own URL and this space finally looks like what I’ve always envisioned. (even if my audience is still family and a few friends. I’m okay with that.)

The genius behind the look is Elaine at Elaine Griffin Designs. She was so easy to work with! I didn’t want to be one of those people who goes, “Um, I don’t know what I want it to look like, but, um, make it pretty and put a bird on it.” I hear that drives designers crazy. Luckily, Elaine has a great questionaire tool that helped me narrow my focus so that I could put into words what I really wanted for the blog. And she managed to turn that page of questions and answers into this! (imagine me making jazz hands all around the room) I adore my logo. 🙂 Don’t you? I think it’s absolutely lovely. (And look up there in your browser tab – she even made a coordinating favicon. Squeee!)

So if you need some web design awesomeness, please head Elaine’s way.

Aaaaaaand… I’m not quite finished. I have one more surprise coming, probably next week sometime – but that will get its own post. 😉 (imagine me happy-dancing away)

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1. Oh my gravy, I have unpacked one hundred boxes. My knuckles are all scraped up – why am I unable to unpack without cutting myself? Luckily, we have friends who are planning to move in about a month, so they are going to come take the empties away soon.

2. Oh my gravy, there are still so many boxes in the house! I’m getting to the standstill where I can’t unpack a couple of spaces any further until we have them painted, so my type-A inner mumblings will just have to pipe down about the fact that it’s not all DONE yet.

3. Speaking of painters, apparently autumn is their busy season because so far, every one we’ve spoken to is booked up until November. At that rate, I may just up and do it myself. {huffy sigh}

4. If you’re on Twitter, you probably saw that Chris decided last week would be a great time to have gallbladder surgery. Well fine – he didn’t really CHOOSE it, but still. He had four large gallstones, so he needed the operation, but it did set us back a little on the unpacking-and-settling-in-front.

5. I had a conversation today with Susannah’s teachers about her attention and focus. Chris has been saying for two or three years that he thought she had at attention disorder, and he may be vindictated after all… At the very least, I suspect we are going to have to get her evaulated very soon.

6. Everything in my new house ‘beeps’ and ‘boops’ and I can never remember which noise signals which appliance. I feel slightly kooky and eccentric, running around to check the fridge, dishwasher, dryer….

7. Gardens are lovely, but reaping a harvest that you didn’t even plant is somehow even lovelier. Dear Sellers, THANK YOU for planting tomatoes and zucchini. We heart you. Love, The Nebels

8. When a mama warns a daughter NOT to eat those skinny red peppers because they are spicy… the daughter may pick one anyway. And then she may slice it open with a butter knife and give it to her little sister. And then the mama may run downstairs to screams and see a crying toddler who is yelling, “HE’P ME! I AM ON FI-YAH!”

9. In case you didn’t know, milk helps soothe spicey-burned tongues. Also, be sure to super-duper-scrub any fingers which have touched jalapenos – or else you will later hear screaming again. “MAMA! HE’P! MY EYE IS ON FI-YAH!”

10. I’m gonna get up and pray for the whole congregation again on Sunday. (Lord he’p me; set me on fi-yah.)

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Observations from my vast experience (all two days’ worth) of carpet removal and installation:

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I started making this amazing recipe from Kitchn a few months ago. I’ve tried a few tweaks, but none improved it. This is one to make as written. It’s delicious! The only -teensy, tiny – problem? You might think that a 13×9 pan yielding 20 bars would be more than adequate to feed a whole household.  And maybe it would work for your house… but this is what happens when the kids start eating at my house:

Pancake Bars

 

(I thought about fixing these for breakfast when we had 6 extra folks here for a family visit last weekend. Now I’m glad I didn’t! –Or if I had, I obviously would’ve had to round it out with a whole spread. Maybe with eggs and bacon and fruit, my children wouldn’t feel the need to destroy the entire pan in 15 minutes!)

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scrapbook. And drink delicious autumn brews (Sam Adams Cherry Wheat is delicious, in case you were wondering)!

Chris, two of his friends, and my father-in-law went up to Lexington today to watch the UGA – UK game. Jonas was really disappointed that Chris said he wasn’t old enough to go along, so I put on quite the dog & pony show to keep today fun.

We mixed up a loaf of pumpkin bread, and while it baked I let Jonas and Susannah paint the pumpkins we brought home from Trunnell’s Farm yesterday. Jonas painted his white (to make it a ghost) and then added a face (to make it a zombie) and blue stripes (to make it a mummy); Susannah just swirled all her favorite colors into a delightful mess and called it done.

After we cleaned up the paint, I surrendered to the pleading and took my brood out for Happy Meals. (It did not make me happy, but it did thrill them. And under the circumstances, I was willing to compromise.) We ate at home, and then had a little quiet time… during which, I’d like to note, Abigail did NOT nap. Ugh.

When I got the kids up, we made our first-ever batch of caramel apples. It was Jonas’ idea/request earlier this week, and it seemed like a good day to do it. (And yes…. Susannah did make quite a mess with caramel. Ahem. At least I was expecting it!)

“The Hunchback of Notre Dame” came on the Disney Channel ealier today, so we recorded it. The kids watched it while I started cooking dinner. It was Indian Night, in honor of our studies of Ancient India. The movie was captivating; the food, not so much. Oh well – at least I exposed them to new flavors, right?

Baths and bedtime as per usual, and then I sat down with hours ahead of me until Chris and his dad would be home. I pulled out my laptop and my digital scrapbook! I’m still working on my 2011 family album; the last time I worked on it several months ago, I got stuck in the summer months doing layouts when we visited my mom. She was doing better, at that point. Her hair had grown in, and she was so happy that it was dark and curly. Looking at the pictures just – slammed me. So I had to put it down for a while. Tonight, I picked it back up and did nine new layouts. I’m up to Abigail’s birth, finally! 🙂

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MICHELLE NEBEL

I write uplifting women’s fiction woven with threads of faith, grace, and Southern hospitality. My blog is where I share a glimpse of my life, and I hope you’ll find the thoughts here encouraging!

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