<?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-5223851095610265222</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:43:05.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Newlywed Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-5101400038873945738</id><published>2010-02-16T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:19:13.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mykanos, Greece</title><content type='html'>I am way&amp;nbsp;behind on my blogging, but I have to catch up with some pictures from our Newlywed Adventures in 2009 before I can even get to 2010! Let's start with Mykanos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can I say? Greece is breathtaking, the food, the views, the culture, the perfectly sculpted&amp;nbsp;blue and white domed churches,&amp;nbsp;it was all&amp;nbsp;deliciously wonderful and a perfect place for romance. The afternoons in Mykanos are perfect for strolling around the little shops and lingering at the cozy outdoor cafes. While at one of these adorable cafes in Mykanos we met another couple from the US who had been living overseas for 15 years in Ireland. They brought their kids over while they were in high school and started a family business. The couple now spends their free&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;traveling throughout Europe living the laid back European&amp;nbsp;life. While I am not so sure I can slow down enough to become accustomed to the European lifestyle I commend them for their risk taking and dream chasing! I just love meeting people who&amp;nbsp;thrive on&amp;nbsp;adventure and actually live it out. Kudos to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r99qcIDkI/AAAAAAAAANU/3bKOYHo066E/s1600-h/Mykanos+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r99qcIDkI/AAAAAAAAANU/3bKOYHo066E/s320/Mykanos+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9SVW_WjI/AAAAAAAAAME/la_tKOkXlE4/s1600-h/Mykanos+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9SVW_WjI/AAAAAAAAAME/la_tKOkXlE4/s320/Mykanos+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9VKijiDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0J1zTEOuTjc/s1600-h/Mykanos+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9VKijiDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0J1zTEOuTjc/s320/Mykanos+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9ZfNHzFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iJayXV0UZzw/s1600-h/Mykanos+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9ZfNHzFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iJayXV0UZzw/s320/Mykanos+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9dqNsa8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/zmdu7yvH2q0/s1600-h/Mykanos+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9dqNsa8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/zmdu7yvH2q0/s320/Mykanos+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9kb2XLAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8AKekYXa0mU/s1600-h/Mykanos+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9kb2XLAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8AKekYXa0mU/s320/Mykanos+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9rcE9NTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Vxw6FYYXghQ/s1600-h/Mykanos+0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9rcE9NTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Vxw6FYYXghQ/s320/Mykanos+0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9uv2klmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QZPfJkjhUdM/s1600-h/Mykanos+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9uv2klmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QZPfJkjhUdM/s320/Mykanos+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9zPWOtrI/AAAAAAAAANE/0uRbt9jpQUg/s1600-h/Mykanos+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r9zPWOtrI/AAAAAAAAANE/0uRbt9jpQUg/s320/Mykanos+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pelicans are filled to the brim with personality and are the island's own mascot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r-vVhG0gI/AAAAAAAAANk/UOa3x-mZLPg/s1600-h/Mykanos+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r-vVhG0gI/AAAAAAAAANk/UOa3x-mZLPg/s320/Mykanos+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3sF5pTwhXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X5DUBMhpczs/s1600-h/Mykanos+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3sF5pTwhXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X5DUBMhpczs/s320/Mykanos+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r92qtyWOI/AAAAAAAAANM/InEq3I4Smlk/s1600-h/Mykanos+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r92qtyWOI/AAAAAAAAANM/InEq3I4Smlk/s320/Mykanos+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223851095610265222-5101400038873945738?l=julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/5101400038873945738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2010/02/mykanos-greece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/5101400038873945738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/5101400038873945738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2010/02/mykanos-greece.html' title='Mykanos, Greece'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/S3r99qcIDkI/AAAAAAAAANU/3bKOYHo066E/s72-c/Mykanos+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-2068156343646090638</id><published>2009-12-02T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:06:51.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day on the Amalfi Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxa1hDDoouI/AAAAAAAAALk/Awn__HPRjDM/s1600-h/under_the_tuscan_sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxa1hDDoouI/AAAAAAAAALk/Awn__HPRjDM/s320/under_the_tuscan_sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since I saw the movie &lt;em&gt;Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;/em&gt; with Diane Lane in 2003, I have wanted so badly to visit this particular region of Italy&amp;nbsp;and take the beautiful drive across the famous Amalfi&amp;nbsp;Coast. A little over a month ago, I finally got the chance. It was just as picturesque as I have always imagined. If only the pictures did it justice! We had the pleasure of enjoying this perfect day with new friends that we met while on the cruise ship. Reese&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Elizabeth, flight attendants from Phoenix, AR as well as&amp;nbsp;Nana &amp;amp; Renee, both optometrists from Ormond Beach, FL gave us the pleasure of joining us for a day tour of this postcard perfect destination. We had such a great time getting to know these guys while&amp;nbsp;on our trip. It is such a treat to have&amp;nbsp;fun traveling buddies while away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We started our day out in Naples, Italy and spent the&amp;nbsp;afternoon driving along the Amalfi Coast line&amp;nbsp;as we&amp;nbsp;experienced all the wonderful things of that region of Italy. We had a very experienced driver who amazingly squeezed us in and out of the tiny, windy roads. He was an excellent tour guide of whom I would love to recommend to anyone visiting the area. If ever in Italy, you must stop by and enjoy this little piece of heaven. The food was delicious, the shops perfectly quaint and&amp;nbsp;the sights were breathtaking. Here is just a&amp;nbsp;small taste of our day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxar8aD6B4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/16MnLh0f2-M/s1600-h/Picture+186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxar8aD6B4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/16MnLh0f2-M/s400/Picture+186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love Locks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couples write their names on a lock and fasten in on this fence in symbolism of their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the background is Mount Vesuvius which destroyed Pompeii when it errupted in 79 AD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxau74CtKMI/AAAAAAAAALM/4aDe6ZzSzwI/s1600-h/Picture+288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxau74CtKMI/AAAAAAAAALM/4aDe6ZzSzwI/s320/Picture+288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving along the Amalfi Coast from Naples, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxay7f2vcVI/AAAAAAAAALc/PU-bF4bR0a8/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxay7f2vcVI/AAAAAAAAALc/PU-bF4bR0a8/s400/Picture+216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just taking it all in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxaywNgCB0I/AAAAAAAAALU/wm2tGI75PTY/s1600-h/Picture+235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxaywNgCB0I/AAAAAAAAALU/wm2tGI75PTY/s400/Picture+235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Renee, Nana, Reese, Elizabeth, Julie, Barron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxasIkYLjZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zYhz06m_sds/s1600-h/Picture+192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxasIkYLjZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zYhz06m_sds/s320/Picture+192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxas-POKvjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W2LiTVj571I/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxas-POKvjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W2LiTVj571I/s320/Picture+233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My love! Overlooking Positano, where I had wanted to visit for years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxasUFWuD9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/UBNTSXVIgqY/s1600-h/Picture+198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxasUFWuD9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/UBNTSXVIgqY/s320/Picture+198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reese &amp;amp; Elizabeth Alexander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxbP8BjIA2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ka5TH7srccY/s1600-h/Picture+200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxbP8BjIA2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ka5TH7srccY/s200/Picture+200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;During the demonstration inside a factory that makes gorgeous inlaid wood music&amp;nbsp;boxes &amp;amp; all kinds of furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxase3dxDSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6c55noJwZ-U/s1600-h/Picture+199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxase3dxDSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6c55noJwZ-U/s320/Picture+199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An English Setter outside&amp;nbsp;the factory &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxassnCNZbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OXY2XKt3mKo/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxassnCNZbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OXY2XKt3mKo/s320/Picture+230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Overlooking Positano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxatIL3z1pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n708sQIovm8/s1600-h/Picture+251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxatIL3z1pI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/n708sQIovm8/s320/Picture+251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Church in Positano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxatTecWaoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GpDbOY47VdU/s1600-h/Picture+270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxatTecWaoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GpDbOY47VdU/s320/Picture+270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Amalfi Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxatewUsQaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MGwZ6ruP-sI/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxatewUsQaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MGwZ6ruP-sI/s320/Picture+271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting at a cafe in the Amalfi Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxatq4y8QHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ENkSlZXbCzs/s1600-h/Picture+272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxatq4y8QHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ENkSlZXbCzs/s320/Picture+272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shops of Amalfi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxat2_2aXQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uEjmbtv5Je8/s1600-h/Picture+273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxat2_2aXQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uEjmbtv5Je8/s320/Picture+273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A sample of the magnificent ceramics on the Amalfi coastline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxauBfiepWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ejps3keFYsY/s1600-h/Picture+277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxauBfiepWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ejps3keFYsY/s320/Picture+277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxauLDgPYHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RaH5tKF2Oeg/s1600-h/Picture+284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxauLDgPYHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RaH5tKF2Oeg/s320/Picture+284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pizza in Positano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxauW-1BBNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PxUZLurwIUY/s1600-h/Picture+285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxauW-1BBNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PxUZLurwIUY/s320/Picture+285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Delicious Gnocchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxbPy4dUEoI/AAAAAAAAALs/kGba38UW8LA/s1600-h/Picture+283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxbPy4dUEoI/AAAAAAAAALs/kGba38UW8LA/s320/Picture+283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The REAL Caprese Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxaujCy_E3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/gcJgj5cMD3Y/s1600-h/Picture+286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SxaujCy_E3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/gcJgj5cMD3Y/s320/Picture+286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reese &amp;amp; Elizabeth celebrating 10 years of marriage with a "Drunken Donut" topped with strawberries and drenched in Limoncello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxauu1wt_xI/AAAAAAAAALE/XdUc6yiBWLI/s1600-h/Picture+287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxauu1wt_xI/AAAAAAAAALE/XdUc6yiBWLI/s400/Picture+287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All in amazement after our fabulous meal in Positano. Yum! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223851095610265222-2068156343646090638?l=julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/2068156343646090638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-on-amalfi-coast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/2068156343646090638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/2068156343646090638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-on-amalfi-coast.html' title='A Day on the Amalfi Coast'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Sxa1hDDoouI/AAAAAAAAALk/Awn__HPRjDM/s72-c/under_the_tuscan_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-2971701416230088377</id><published>2009-11-09T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:49:33.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Under Your Nose</title><content type='html'>We just returned from a long, wonderful trip across the Mediterranean and I promise that pictures are coming soon, but today I want to write about something God spoke to me about this morning. For now though, here is my favorite picture from a winery in Santorini, Greece. Oh how much fun the Mediterranean was, but oh how I love to be back at home with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gE iv gt" style="cursor: auto; font-size: 13px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" class="cf gJ" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-top: 0px; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="iF" style="clear: both; height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="utdU2e"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="QqXVeb"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":tt" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=7421c1ef77&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1247b1c1767d2115&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning I was out walking the dogs on this beautiful, crisp fall day. As I was on my way back home I noticed that an outside road had been exposed through the brush where all the trees have already lost their leaves. It was the main road outside our house, peaking in to the inner walls of our neighborhood, a beautiful fence lined path. Then it dawned on me, something so simple, yet so profound. A thought that through the hard times in life, we try to lean on and during the good times, we often forget. Over the vast tree filled, grassy meadow, was a path in which I have traveled to a fro, for many years, from the age of sixteen when my parents first moved out this way, until now where Barron and I are turning a house into a home. When I first drove along this street it was at an age in which a girl starts to truly wonder what God has in store for her life. On rainy days and sunny days I drove that road to the grocery store and back, maybe to the mall or even on a date. Little did I know, all the worrying I did, or wondering, God knew all along, that one day eleven years later, I would be looking out from the other side of that road, from my new home, with my loving husband, two little dogs and warm thoughts of our future family together here in this place. Right there, admist every trying time, every tear, every laugh and every stepping stone, this was God's plan for me. He always knows and yet so often we resist to trust His plan. I once heard a quote that has stuck with me over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When you can't see His hand. Trust His Heart ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why God spoke to me about this today. It is such a simple truth that we hear all of the time, but in this moment it really hit home. Maybe someone needed to hear this today. Maybe He is preparing me to trust Him about something in my life or maybe it is just a simple reminder that He is in control. He has a plan and no matter what He will always take care of our needs. He will never give us a task that we cannot handle and at the end of the day we should thank Him for what He is doing in our lives because you never know, His plan could be&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Right&amp;nbsp;Under&amp;nbsp;Your&amp;nbsp;Nose&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223851095610265222-2971701416230088377?l=julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/2971701416230088377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-under-your-nose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/2971701416230088377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/2971701416230088377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-under-your-nose.html' title='Right Under Your Nose'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-59360377456531784</id><published>2009-10-05T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:16:47.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Laura Elleby - In Remembrance of Thomas M. Niebauer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let Not&amp;nbsp;Your Hearts Be Troubled"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Ssp3hrmFNvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZMbddXCi3UQ/s1600-h/Laura+%26+her+Father+Dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Ssp3hrmFNvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZMbddXCi3UQ/s400/Laura+%26+her+Father+Dancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laura &amp;amp; her father, June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Ssp3zmk44GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BIbHsjbVWIo/s1600-h/Laura+%26+her+Father.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Ssp3zmk44GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BIbHsjbVWIo/s320/Laura+%26+her+Father.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thomas M. Niebauer, a child of God, a father&amp;nbsp;of two children, a husband and a dear friend to many, will be deeply missed by his family and loved ones. Barron's brother's wife, Laura Elleby, lost her father in a tragic motorcycle accident this past Friday evening. Funeral services were held today in West Palm Beach,&amp;nbsp;Florida.&amp;nbsp;From this day on&amp;nbsp;and the&amp;nbsp;months to follow, more than ever, Laura, her husband Ryan and the entire Niebauer family needs your&amp;nbsp;prayers. Please pray for their strength and for God to give them peace in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is a painstaking, yet much needed reminder to each of our hearts that we are merely promised today and need not worry about tomorrow. God has placed us on this earth with a plan in mind, a plan in which we are not aware of and it is only He who knows when our life here on earth will be completed. We need to remember to live for today and enjoy every moment of the time we are able to share with our loved ones. It may sound cliche, but it is something we must continually remind ourselves to live by daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This Sunday I heard the most&amp;nbsp;eloquent sermon by guest Pastor Darnell. He spoke of the beautiful place that Jesus has gone to prepare for us. At the time, my heart was very heavy from&amp;nbsp;dwelling&amp;nbsp;all weekend&amp;nbsp;on the sadness of&amp;nbsp;Laura's tragic loss and it&amp;nbsp;was a breathe of fresh air to hear once again about the place that has been prepared for us and the golden streets Laura's father is walking down this very day. While it is difficult when surrounded by an earthly society,&amp;nbsp;to comprehend God's plan for our eternal life with Him in heaven, we must continue to immerse our minds in the truth of God's word. Without the word of God, we cannot focus on what is truly important&amp;nbsp;during our precious time here on earth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jesus said, "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going." John 14:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that Laura's father, was a child of God and&amp;nbsp;follower of Jesus Christ, he has now&amp;nbsp;met his heavenly Father and been greeted as a good and faithful servant. Through this man's life, I am certain God has done many works, some of which are still in motion as his legacy lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Ssp6PETa2dI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vqurcKbdCKA/s1600-h/Laura+%26+her+dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Ssp6PETa2dI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vqurcKbdCKA/s400/Laura+%26+her+dad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;"What the heart has once known, it shall never forget".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;~Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223851095610265222-59360377456531784?l=julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/59360377456531784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayers-for-laura-elleby-in-remembrance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/59360377456531784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/59360377456531784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayers-for-laura-elleby-in-remembrance.html' title='Prayers for Laura Elleby - In Remembrance of Thomas M. Niebauer'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Ssp3hrmFNvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZMbddXCi3UQ/s72-c/Laura+%26+her+Father+Dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-4844800481843554931</id><published>2009-09-23T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:17:34.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You God For Your Creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJgDdnP_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Cm8Cg5_a1p0/s1600-h/DSCN1585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJgDdnP_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Cm8Cg5_a1p0/s400/DSCN1585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cappuccino taking a&amp;nbsp;curious sniff of the crisp morning air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The flood of these recent days has made me think a lot about God's powerful existence. God shows himself to people in thousands of different ways. He touches, molds, prepares,&amp;nbsp;strengthens and opens&amp;nbsp;hearts every day throughout the world. From miracles to destruction to the sun shining on us once again each and every morning, God continues to show himself to His people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the LORD is the true God; he is the living God, the eternal king. . . . But God made the earth by his power; he founded the world by his wisdom and stretched out the heavens by his understanding. When he thunders, the waters in the heavens roar; he makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth. He sends lightning with rain and brings out the wind from his store-houses. Jeremiah 10:10b,12,13. NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJSeoGINI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pwqmjKD4BK0/s1600-h/DSCN1587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJSeoGINI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pwqmjKD4BK0/s400/DSCN1587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delicious Heirloom Tomatoes &amp;amp; Mums in my homemade version of a "topsy turvy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJsExYxfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MeaYhbDwjUg/s320/DSCN1591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dwarf Lemon Tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;One of the ways God speaks to my heart the most is through the beauty of His creations, the majesty and intricacy of the nature he has placed around us. Barron and I were blessed with the ownership of our very first home this past spring and one of the greatest joys I have experienced from this new home is the beauty of the outdoor space around us. Many hours this past summer was spent in&amp;nbsp;the backyard and on&amp;nbsp;the back porch, digging, potting, spreading, trimming, clipping and watering. The best part of it all is sitting back and enjoying the fruits of&amp;nbsp;our labor. This past season we have been able to enjoy every bit of&amp;nbsp;fresh basil, rosemary, mint, cilantro and juicy tomatoes. Right now we are patiently waiting on our lemons, jalapeno peppers and red bell peppers to ripen. Yum! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will enjoy the fruit of your labor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How joyful and prosperous you will be! Psalms 128:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrqAltzLG9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/BVD7k38ZABA/s1600-h/DSCN1603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrqAltzLG9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/BVD7k38ZABA/s320/DSCN1603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;White table grapes for my Barron. He loves them! We are hoping they will produce fruit by next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJxbDNvWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ExVgdshwVHY/s1600-h/DSCN1601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJxbDNvWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ExVgdshwVHY/s400/DSCN1601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of Barron's patients so graciously brought us clippings from her garden at the beginning of the summer. When I finally found time to plant them they were malnourished and looked like half-dead droopy little specimens. These tiny clippings have now grown into&amp;nbsp;beautiful FIVE FEET TALL Cleome flowers and an EIGHT FOOT TALL Butterfly Vine!!&amp;nbsp;Little did we know what a special gift these little sprigs of life would turn out to be. We&amp;nbsp;think of Barron's thoughtful patient every time we step into the backyard and will&amp;nbsp;every&amp;nbsp;summer&amp;nbsp;as our flowers&amp;nbsp;come back to life. We'd love to share our treasured perennials with other perennial lovers. Let us know and we'll&amp;nbsp;swap&amp;nbsp;with you&amp;nbsp;next year! I love to have flowers from different people throughout our yard, it makes&amp;nbsp;a garden&amp;nbsp;truly special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpKDGTWMrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aO9_X5mAhsw/s1600-h/DSCN1599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpKDGTWMrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aO9_X5mAhsw/s320/DSCN1599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you look close you can see a glimpse of&amp;nbsp;our goldfish named&amp;nbsp;Ginger. Our 2 little koi, Butterfinger and Spike&amp;nbsp;are enjoying their favorite pastime, which is&amp;nbsp;playing hide and seek&amp;nbsp;below the water hycienths and lotus leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Srp99iOKREI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eOHymqH6Y6w/s1600-h/DSCN1594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/Srp99iOKREI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eOHymqH6Y6w/s320/DSCN1594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJ-3hzW2I/AAAAAAAAAII/G3RE2ALRpQc/s1600-h/DSCN1597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJ-3hzW2I/AAAAAAAAAII/G3RE2ALRpQc/s320/DSCN1597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Humble Little Water Garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Barron surprised me one weekend this summer with tickets to the Atlanta Tour of Koi Ponds.&amp;nbsp;Following the tour we took&amp;nbsp;a hold of our inspiration&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;built a small water garden in our own backyard. We made probably fifteen more trips to Home Depot than expected, dropped numerous heavy&amp;nbsp;stone blocks&amp;nbsp;on our fingers and toes, as well as tested the ties of our marital bond, but WE DID IT! In the future, we want to build a really big pond, but for now we are happy with&amp;nbsp;our petite little pond with the relaxing sounds of its gurgling fountain. It is the perfect size for our little fishies, Ginger, the goldfish, and Butterfinger and&amp;nbsp;Spike,&amp;nbsp;our baby&amp;nbsp;koi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everyday I thank God for His beautiful creations. It is amazing what He has blessed us with in the world around us. Even on a bad day I can look at His glory in the vibrant color of a flower or in the warmth of the sunshine and realize, "WOW!" what an awesome and powerful God we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities - his eternal power and divine nature - have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. Romans 1:20 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJ65cGSNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sCKCz7QZGkI/s1600-h/DSCN1584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJ65cGSNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sCKCz7QZGkI/s400/DSCN1584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrounded by the splendor of the outdoors is one of my most prized possessions, my late grandmother's wrought iron table, filled with irreplaceable memories of true love and homemade&amp;nbsp;biscuits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpLQbGr0wI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dpUvxRVZSLc/s1600-h/DSCN1593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpLQbGr0wI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dpUvxRVZSLc/s400/DSCN1593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our&amp;nbsp;babies, Bruiser and Cappuccino love to sit on the couch in our keeping room and watch us gardening outside. It's so cute! This is my favorite place to sit in the mornings, to drink coffee and enjoy quiet moments while&amp;nbsp;indulging in&amp;nbsp;beautiful glimpses of the outdoors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223851095610265222-4844800481843554931?l=julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/4844800481843554931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-god-for-your-creations.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/4844800481843554931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/4844800481843554931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-god-for-your-creations.html' title='Thank You God For Your Creations'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrpJgDdnP_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Cm8Cg5_a1p0/s72-c/DSCN1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-1681993988112491264</id><published>2009-09-17T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:45:34.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKA_M0uyxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lz_4mIrancQ/s1600-h/DSCN1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382506327923673874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKA_M0uyxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lz_4mIrancQ/s320/DSCN1545.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our romantic date night at Apiary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKA-ormhsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fyIWsXMuhzw/s1600-h/DSCN1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382506318221706946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKA-ormhsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fyIWsXMuhzw/s320/DSCN1552.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devouring Melissa's Mini Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKAOKIrLEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/D4C8Je2QB0k/s1600-h/DSCN1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382505485388426306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKAOKIrLEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/D4C8Je2QB0k/s320/DSCN1558.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hallway of the old cathedral where Catherine &amp;amp; Jon live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382494816482488306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrJ2hJXR7_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rjGBm4DgVCU/s320/DSCN1571.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last week in August, Barron and I spent some time in NYC and a few days in New Jersey for a wedding. One of Barron's close friends from med school was getting married and we decided to make a vacation out of it. We were very lucky that Barron was extremely busy at his practice all summer and I myself tied up working weddings for my part-time wedding planning job. Therefore, other than a 3 day weekend in Charleston to visit Barron's family this was really the first trip of the summer for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502366739177266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrJ9YoQwHzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3qxfY9L2Yiw/s320/DSCN1544.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We started off in Jersey for the wedding. Long story short, being uneducated about the area, we took a $60, hour long cab ride from the hotel to the church. While stranded by ourselves waiting 30 minutes for a new cab and another $60 cab fare, Jessica (the BRIDE) sweet as can be, saw us sitting alone after everyone had left (including the wedding party) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;offered&lt;/span&gt; us a ride with her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;videographer&lt;/span&gt;. We were so very thankful! He was HILARIOUS!!! He was typical of what us Southerners imagine of Jersey men. Complete Danny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Devito&lt;/span&gt; look alike, black slicked back hair with his shirt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;buttoned to expose a little hair and his collection of gold necklaces to match all 7 of the gold rings on his fingers. He was so proud to tell us over and over and over again that he was "best" friends with Deanna &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pappas&lt;/span&gt; (previous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt;) from "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neman&lt;/span&gt;," GA he called it. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;excitedly&lt;/span&gt; flashed us his autographed prints and live web chat photos of her he had downloaded from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and uploaded onto his i-phone. Words cannot describe the humor of our 40 minute ride to the reception, but I can top it off by adding that we listened to him sing Kenny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt; songs in his Jersey accent the whole way. It was Priceless.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502381061117138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrJ9ZdnXlNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JdHmy26Hw2s/s320/DSCN1537.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Getaway Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502369155605842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrJ9YxQ35VI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FPHyc0AKamg/s320/DSCN1540.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The wedding reception was beautiful!!!! It was held at Addison Park which was a gorgeous venue. Being a wedding planner I wish this place was in Atlanta so that I could recommend it to my brides. Barron and I took a few pictures of ourselves in the lobby just to capture it all. The band was fabulous and the five course seated dinner was superb. This was definitely a wedding to remember. Jessica if you're reading this I give you 5 stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502397933184418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrJ9acd-5aI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gQ1z25xq0qE/s320/DSCN1538.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lobby of Addison Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382502382410787682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrJ9ZipJ62I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ro5L_6mawcc/s320/DSCN1539.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Following our stay in Jersey, we headed to meet up with a friend of mine who I haven't seen since 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. What an experience! Catherine and I were best friends in 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and had so much fun in the gifted program together doing crazy projects and visiting Cumberland Island. Since then, we have no history except for a run-in at the county wide Orchestra competition in 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade! Now, 15 years later she has 2 beautiful children and lives right near Union Square in an old renovated church that takes you back in time from the moment you walk in the door. The picturesque cathedral is located in the first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;suburb&lt;/span&gt; of New York and has ornate stained glass windows galore that tell stories from centuries ago. It was an amazing place to stay. She and Jon were so hospitable and we considered ourselves very lucky guests. We loved catching up and spending time with the children. I got to ask Catherine a million baby questions since I've learned very little since years babysitting back in college. I have a lot to learn before Barron and I start a family of our own one day!&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382506308779490130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKA-FgZu1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/suW6EEal0Hc/s320/DSCN1549.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catherine &amp;amp; her beautiful children, Grey &amp;amp; Scarlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382506340690857042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKA_8YqjFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jnuNl7-Ivvk/s320/DSCN1547.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While in New York we decided to spend our time strolling streets, shopping, and dining out. What better place to do that in besides New York? Catherine and Jon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; some great places to eat of which I'd love to pass on to anyone who likes to visit New York. The first is not a restaurant, it is a cupcake bakery that sells mini cupcakes out of a tiny window on the side of the street in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SoHo&lt;/span&gt;. Melissa's Cupcakes were DIVINE! Even the website will make your mouth drool. &lt;a href="http://www.bakedbymelissa.com/"&gt;http://www.bakedbymelissa.com/&lt;/a&gt; Barron found the "Best French Toast in the World" at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;NoHo&lt;/span&gt; Star. &lt;a href="http://www.nohostar.com/"&gt;http://www.nohostar.com/&lt;/a&gt; We had a romantic date night at a sexy, modern restaurant called &lt;strong&gt;Apiary, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apiarynyc.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.apiarynyc.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;And truly a night to remember was spent with Barron's Uncle at this adorable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Moroccan&lt;/span&gt; restaurant called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sintir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sintir.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.sintir.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We absolutely loved our experience at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sintir&lt;/span&gt;. We dined outside in a courtyard underneath a tent seated on antique Moroccan carved benches. Barron's Uncle Steve lives in the upper East Side and it was so nice to be able to get together with him while in New York. Traveling the world is his passion and he is always filled with great stories of his trips. We fell in love with the addictive Moroccan Mint Tea and melt in your mouth Lamb Shanks. The night was unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382505493038001442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKAOmoebSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/EZfYrDo2gi4/s320/DSCN1554.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 198px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before we got on the plane to head home, Barron and I took a walk through Times Square so we could take some pictures since it was our first trip to New York together. We got to sneak a peek at the Naked Cowboy who is currently running for Mayor. I was delightfully surprised to see all the beautiful new pedestrian areas the city has created in Times Square. What used to be busy streets is now walkways filled with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; of potted plants and outdoor seating. It was a perfect way to end the trip before we headed home. Goodbye New York, Hello Atlanta!!! We love the city, but at the end of the day, it is always nice to come back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382505471638998802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKANW6jjxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qUTMBEyYmqA/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barron loves Times Square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382505479765395970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKAN1MCigI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uMY3Ve2Ikms/s320/DSCN1564.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Admiring all the new pedestrian areas in New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382505468541053346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKANLX8qaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CmBUusKp11Y/s320/DSCN1573.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Naked Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223851095610265222-1681993988112491264?l=julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/1681993988112491264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-york-new-york.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/1681993988112491264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/1681993988112491264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SrKA_M0uyxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lz_4mIrancQ/s72-c/DSCN1545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-5476651843931168037</id><published>2009-09-04T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:27:01.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Night at the Ellebys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqG8trOZMWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wpxTP17i2AM/s1600-h/DSCN1582.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqG8trOZMWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wpxTP17i2AM/s320/DSCN1582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377786922940313954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barron watching football and Bruiser waiting for a bite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqG8hYBQwnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IkcEMvglYcw/s1600-h/DSCN1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqG8hYBQwnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IkcEMvglYcw/s320/DSCN1581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377786711626531442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum! Yum! Tom Yum Goong and Chiang Mai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqG8g3erEfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/coiUS0mMlYc/s1600-h/DSCN1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqG8g3erEfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/coiUS0mMlYc/s320/DSCN1578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377786702891520498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New found goodies from the International Farmers Market, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;including galanga, lemongrass, thai basil, fish sauce and pan fried egg noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was a big night at our house. It was the start of the FALL FOOTBALL SEASON and I made my first attempt at mastering Vietnamese/Thai cooking. The outcome was a success! Barron managed to joyfully yell at the tv for several hours while I chopped, mashed, pulverized and simmered. I'm starting to think that this cooking project is a great addition to my other numerous creative outlets especially in time for football season. Barron prefers to watch games at home in a "quiet" environment where there are no other distractions which gives me time to catch up on just about anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COBB INTERNATIONAL FARMERS MARKET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For anyone who has never been to the Cobb International Farmers Market I recommend that you make a trip. Even if you go just once, you should certainly go. It is like being in another country and reminded me very much of the grocery stores I went to while living in Mexico a few summers back. If you can overlook the super dirty floors, lack of customer assistance and not so refreshing smells, you will find a plethera of unique foods most of which you probably have never seen in a grocery store before. Very interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first 2 recipe attempts were &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tom yum goong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chiang mai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a spicy shrimp soup and a curry beef noodle dish. Both were delish! I spent just under $50, made enough food to last Barron and I for almost a week and had lots of ingredients leftover. These recipes and most others in the book could not have been made without a trip to the International Farmers Market, which I just happen to work 5 minutes from, lucky me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a success. My &lt;em&gt;Thai Cuisine Expert &lt;/em&gt;husband said it was the best tom yum goong he has ever had. &lt;strong&gt;Husband's Happy Tummy = Happy Wife!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5223851095610265222-5476651843931168037?l=julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/5476651843931168037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-night-at-ellebys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/5476651843931168037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/5476651843931168037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-night-at-ellebys.html' title='Big Night at the Ellebys'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqG8trOZMWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wpxTP17i2AM/s72-c/DSCN1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-6835632971464237904</id><published>2009-09-03T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:34:16.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Julie/Julia Project &amp; Vietnam Vittles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqAHRK1XEyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ufp8e9DtAZk/s1600-h/julie-julia-book-covers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377305946627707682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqAHRK1XEyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ufp8e9DtAZk/s320/julie-julia-book-covers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barron and I just got back from New York. The brisk fall weather was amazing! Pictures are coming soon as well as details of our trip. We had such a great time shopping, dining and spending time with both old friends and family. While we were there Barron and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; reading our last novels of the summer. In just the past 2 years I have found a new love for reading novels, especially in the summertime. When it is too hot to go outside I love to curl up with a book in the bed or on the sofa, where Barron in contrast loves to listen to novels on the way to and from work/home each day. Barron just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; a series of edgy, toe curling, spine tingling novels by David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baldacci&lt;/span&gt;. This summer I read a handful of novels, including &lt;em&gt;Up Island&lt;/em&gt; by Anne Rivers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Siddons&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Away&lt;/em&gt; by Amy Bloom, &lt;em&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/em&gt; by Audrey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Julie/Julia Project&lt;/em&gt; by Julie Powell. I was inspired to read &lt;em&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Julie/Julia Project&lt;/em&gt; by the movies that came out this summer, but have yet been to the theater to watch either one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Finishing&lt;/span&gt; up with the &lt;em&gt;Julie/Julia Project&lt;/em&gt; was a fun way to end the summer. Julie Powell, cooks her way through 524 of Julia Child's recipes in 365 days. This true story is filled with lots of laughter, marital bliss as well as woes, friendship and the stepping stones of life. The book is light-hearted and inspiring. The language is definitely R-rated and a strong believer must certainly take her total lack of spiritual beliefs with a grain of salt (possibly she will find some in the next book), but other than that I really enjoyed this fun read. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that it has inspired me to cook myself through a whole cookbook, which will be a personal feat in itself. From my mother I gained a true love for cookbooks, but hardly ever use them in my daily routines. Most of my cooking tends to be done with mere instinct or experience and the use of recipes for occasional guidance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While visiting NY, Barron and I ate at this fantastic Vietnamese restaurant in Union Square called Republic. It reminded me a lot of a Pan-Asian place I used to frequent the summer I spent in London called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wagamama&lt;/span&gt;. Both restaurants I truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; if you are ever in London or NY. Barron and I both love, love, love Asian cuisine. It's a passion that is equally shared by both of us. Our date nights mostly consist of dining at one of our favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thai&lt;/span&gt; and sushi restaurants (followed by a trip to the closest book store, we're a total nerd at heart couple), but there is certainly a lack of variety of places in the burbs, as well as an occasional lack of funds for dining out all the time. I mentioned wanting to master some Vietnamese recipes while in NY. I love to cook and most of all I love to make my husband's tummy happy since that is one of the easiest ways to his heart and most men I might add. Last night while I was at home unpacking our suitcases, (just so I can put everything away and re-pack for our beach trip this weekend) my sweet husband returns from a Barnes &amp;amp; Noble excursion with book in hand and smile on his face. He surprised me with a fantastic cookbook called The Best Vietnamese &amp;amp; Thai Cooking by Mai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pham&lt;/span&gt;. So by the will of my husbands tummy, my love for Asian cuisine, the inspiration of Julia Child who inspired Julie Powell who wrote her book and inspired me, I will be cooking my way through Vietnam. It is an exciting task to begin in the fall, because who doesn't love a hot bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt; or spicy tom yum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;goong&lt;/span&gt; on a cold winter day? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in New York: &lt;a href="http://www.thinknoodles.com/"&gt;http://www.thinknoodles.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in London: &lt;a href="http://www.wagamama.com/"&gt;http://www.wagamama.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - To any readers or followers of the Julie/Julia Project: I was so excited today to find out that her original blog from the very beginning in 2002, is still there sitting on the web for all to read. Fun! Fun! &lt;a href="http://blogs.salon.com/0001399/"&gt;http://blogs.salon.com/0001399/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5223851095610265222-6835632971464237904?l=julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/feeds/6835632971464237904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/09/juliejulia-project-vietnam-vittles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/6835632971464237904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223851095610265222/posts/default/6835632971464237904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julieandbarronelleby.blogspot.com/2009/09/juliejulia-project-vietnam-vittles.html' title='The Julie/Julia Project &amp; Vietnam Vittles'/><author><name>Julie &amp;amp; Barron Elleby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525731455051625157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SfoX8S3nnqI/AAAAAAAAABM/atZWerth4No/S220/DSC_0094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SqAHRK1XEyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ufp8e9DtAZk/s72-c/julie-julia-book-covers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223851095610265222.post-6318943028100316125</id><published>2009-08-26T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:33:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Pain, A Daughter's Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank Goodness for Bunions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SpWp1zrsnCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y729iXCUmIk/s1600-h/Wedding+Rings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374388472208202786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SpWp1zrsnCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y729iXCUmIk/s320/Wedding+Rings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, Barron and I will celebrate 7 months of marriage. I decided to jump on the bandwagon and join the rest of the world with my very own blog. Since most people don’t celebrate 7 months of marriage after knowing each other for only 10 months, I thought I would start out by sharing our story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It all started a little over two years ago, my mother, Debi Dugger had some really sore feet. She had been putting off going to the doctor about her bunions and had finally decided to go. The doctor she had set an appointment with was with the same group of doctors who previously operated on my grandmother’s bunions several years ago so she had heard they were an excellent group of podiatrists. As she sat in the waiting room she was expecting to see Dr. Douglas Elleby, a well-known, experienced doc in the podiatric world. Instead, much to her surprise, a very handsome, young man walked through the door. It was Dr. Douglas Elleby’s son, Dr. Barron Elleby. He looked as though he must have been fresh out of residency, she thought. As they talked and laughed together, the two of them had quite the connection. Debi who never meets a stranger, was warmed by Barron’s sweet smile and gentle touch of her sore swollen feet. After a handful of appointments, Barron had one thing in mind, bunion surgery. Debi had something else on her mind, her young, single daughter J It wasn’t long before Debi was picking up the phone to call her daughter (that would be me) to tell her how much she adored this cute new doctor of hers and how sweet and kind he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During November of 2007 it was time for Pie in the Sky to open, the gift shop in Smyrna that my mother and I own and operate together. My mom had coaxed me into sending her cute new doctor a business email through our Pie in the Sky Myspace account because he had said he might need some holiday gift baskets for his staff members. A few professional emails were sent back and forth, ending with the conclusion that Barron would be in to visit the store after we opened. Months went by, Mom’s cute doc never set foot in the Pie. As the first year of the shop goes by, my mother continued to bring up Barron’s name, with the recurrent preface, “I’m going to hook you up with…” This was always a common occurrence with my mother, but usually a joke ending with a name such as, “Kenny Chesney,” “Billy Currington,” or the lastest , greatest country singer on the radio, not typically human flesh who lives and breathes in our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the name Barron Elleby, a face I had never seen in person, had become a legend in our household, something to laugh and joke about when I had had a bad day or even a bad date. October 2008 rolls around. It was the perfect time in my life for new beginnings, even my mother knew it. Moms are good at that sort of thing, sometimes too good. One afternoon I get the phone call, “You’ll never believe what I just did.” Moms can do some really silly things in the lives of their children, but I must say that this silly thing has changed my life forever. She had called to tell me that she emailed her podiatrist to tell him that “she thought he was cute and that her daughter was cute and that she thought they would be cute together.” Straight from the mouth of the world best first grade teacher who seems to have quite a way with words for children’s books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s where it all began, after almost a month of emails, without a single phone call, we met for our first blind date. During a 2 hour drive to Helen, we never stopped talking. Through dinner in an old house called I couldn’t stop smiling. And after a long walk through a star-filled sky at the North Georgia Corn Maze little did I know my life would never be the same. The rest is history. Three months later we married in Maui on January 27th 2009. From the flowers to the cake, to hula dancers, a butterfuly release and a ukulele player, Barron planned it all. He secretly flew both our parents in to surprise me and so my father could walk me down the aisle. Just 2 days before I had said goodbye to my mother on the way to elope with my wedding dress packed in my suitcase and tears in my eyes. It was a wedding I could have never even dreamed of, perfectly intimate, sweet, endearing and blessed by God. Some I know have called us crazy, but we call it love, brought together by God. We couldn’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together and didn’t want to waste any time. When people ask me how I knew, I tell them the same thing I have been told for years, “When you know, you know.” Barron makes my everyday wonderful and that is how I knew. Each morning I wake up to my best friend and I can’t wait for the day when I wake up to my best friend and the children that I hope God blesses us with. I thank God for all that He has done in our lives to prepare us for one another and for bringing us together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I even thank Him for Bunions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SpWp0whLwdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yRZi8Z7al3Q/s1600-h/Julie+and+Barron+First+Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374388454178931154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SpWp0whLwdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yRZi8Z7al3Q/s320/Julie+and+Barron+First+Dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SpWp0cEPznI/AAAAAAAAAEA/b3K6bFoaCiw/s1600-h/Threshold+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374388448688852594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SpWp0cEPznI/AAAAAAAAAEA/b3K6bFoaCiw/s320/Threshold+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmAAfxpOnF4/SpWl_oBtb1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/j0zlbx53cJg/s1600-h/Wedding+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374384242831486802" style="DISPLAY: block; 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