tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3474011767051569812024-03-04T22:43:26.293-06:00Walk With UsJody and Kristee blog on life...Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-43294708578956455932011-02-16T10:49:00.000-06:002011-02-16T10:49:02.708-06:00A Critical Distinction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4hfVdRG7NRES9Ea54b_mZ-Cce2j-XNwMuWYAiYuj7FaFsPkFVZtkGhAgXCnQhWVCeDwvsHX_Cbw3hixjGGAqtd9ibWzVgSLn9gwRUVG5xMs1T2pi-PuMU7DPHRQQnvYupMI1ZTUwVow/s1600/god+is+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4hfVdRG7NRES9Ea54b_mZ-Cce2j-XNwMuWYAiYuj7FaFsPkFVZtkGhAgXCnQhWVCeDwvsHX_Cbw3hixjGGAqtd9ibWzVgSLn9gwRUVG5xMs1T2pi-PuMU7DPHRQQnvYupMI1ZTUwVow/s320/god+is+love.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"All sorts of people are fond of repeating the Christian statement that 'God is Love.' But they seem not to notice that the words 'God is love' have no real meaning unless God contains at least two Persons. Love is something that one person has for another person. If God was a single person, then before the world was made, He was not love. Of course, what these people mean when they say that God is love is often something quite different: they really mean 'Love is God'. They really mean that our feelings of love, however and wherever they arise, and whatever results they produce, are to be treated with great respect. Perhaps they are: but that is something quite different from what Christians mean by the statement 'God is love.' They believe that the living, dynamic activity of love has been going on in God forever and has created everything else. And that, by the way, is perhaps the most important difference between Christianity and all other religions: that in Christianity God is not a static thing - not even a person- but a dynamic, pulsating activity, a life, almost a kind of drama. Almost, if you will not think me irreverent, a kind of dance."</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">-C. S. Lewis</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">From <i>Mere Christianity</i></span></div>Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-71325949782511967732011-02-11T20:54:00.005-06:002011-02-13T08:44:54.324-06:00Honeymoons never end...<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's to getting snowed in together and living as though we were stranded in the middle of nowhere... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZIv-0449ktic_WX-WxFVhxUSvB8UNwV7M30YApwabOXIj0B87yzG5WkNFmIDoOOrKy5W0rKhgvlMMS0Bos3Hmfexn1RHwJJV1axPmihijtG15BnuQ8TejfRqDwh7ZBTD3Zh8yqCqdjc/s1600/tumblr_l8mvx4Y7Vf1qb1ybbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZIv-0449ktic_WX-WxFVhxUSvB8UNwV7M30YApwabOXIj0B87yzG5WkNFmIDoOOrKy5W0rKhgvlMMS0Bos3Hmfexn1RHwJJV1axPmihijtG15BnuQ8TejfRqDwh7ZBTD3Zh8yqCqdjc/s400/tumblr_l8mvx4Y7Vf1qb1ybbo1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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It's February. And I officially love this month. (I count off on my kid's essays for starting sentences with "And." oh well. 6th graders don't read blogs)<br />
Anyways.... We, like almost everyone in America, were snowed in for five days of the past two weeks. I kept hearing of people getting stir crazy and suffering from cabin fever.... which baffles me. Jody and I loved every second of our lazy, sluggish, fat, wonderful, splendid, cabin days and would have LOVED for them to be continued. Coffee shops, reading, Scrabble and Yahtzee consumed our time, as well as hours cuddled up with reruns of Friends and Mad Men. Pretty sure teachers heart snow days more than their students...<br />
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Snow days, I love you.<br />
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I have to say, I was a little bit excited to see my kids back in Coppell...Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-17739191754622721622011-02-11T20:40:00.001-06:002011-02-11T20:50:17.819-06:00Nostalgia...Is it awful that I started a gigantic countdown to Summer?? Don't answer that. Every day in my planner is marked with a wonderful number, meaning I am one day closer to sweet summertime. Snow days are through. I'm tired of the cold weather and wishing for summer days like these...<br />
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It had been too long since my entire family had been together, so we soaked up every minute!! My sister Kalee is living in St. Louis right now (with a job she loves), and my brother Bryan is in the Marines, and well, not in Texas a ton either. Basically, the days couldn't go by slow enough. We played basketball, watched movies, ate way too much, and had a blast finally being all together. <br />
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Barrett is everybody's favorite sibling. And we are all ok admitting it. He's just the best. <br />
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And then I turned 25. My older Bryan was in Dallas and flew out on my birthday for Embassy Duty training, so I had to say by to him for a good 2 years!!! It was sad. Very sad. Not a good birthday present... but I'm so excited for him. He finds out in about a week what country he'll be living in for the next year. <br />
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Then I got to have dinner with some of my favorites at Tillman's, and it cheered me up :) So did the smore deserts. So did the scarf that Ashley knit me for my bday. <br />
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"For by Him, all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, - all things were created<span style="color: #3d85c6;"> THROUGH HIM AND FOR HIM. HE IS BEFORE ALL THINGS, AND IN HIM ALL THINGS HOLD TOGETHER.</span>" -Colossians 1:16-17<br />
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Through this song, my heart was stirred and I saw sweet glimpses of the Lord. Pursuing us with his creation, begging us to see his beauty and perfection through it... Giving me this life of change, growth, friendship that I may see the beauty in Him working through it. (Thankfully, even through my failures). <br />
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I went to Colorado with Grace and two of our other girlfriends, Kelsey and <a href="http://mccoyjoy.blogspot.com/">Rachel</a> this summer, and we decided that we liked being around each other quite a bit and the four of us should get together for another tryst soon. I was thinking maybe Abilene, Dallas or Austin? Of course, Grace was thinking bigger...New York City. Although all of us acted excited about the idea, in our minds we were thinking...$$$....??? Not going to happen.<br />
Soon enough, Grace found us crazy cheap flights, a place to stay, and there was no saying no.<br />
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My first New York Broadway show... I loved it just as much as everyone said I would.<br />
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We are all one year apart, and have a unique connection... Grace and Kelsey were best friends in High school (in Abilene), Kelsey and I played basketball together at ACU, and Grace and I became good friends through Kelsey. Rachel comes in the picture when she marries our friend... (my second cousin, Grace's friend from high school and Kelsey's husband's best friend from high school) Confused yet? It just works...<br />
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We have a blast every minute we get to spend together. Love this little group so much.<br />
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Grace texted me yesterday and said she wanted to look up cruise prices....Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-18666475318987990672011-01-17T20:33:00.002-06:002011-01-20T14:04:12.601-06:00Amazing Love, How Can It Be?<div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span style="background-color: #3d85c6;"></span></span>Something worth your read:</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">"When Christianity says that God loves man, it means that God loves man: not that He has some 'disinterested', because really indifferent, concern for our welfare, but that, in awful and surprising truth, that we are the objects of His love. You asked for a loving God: you have one. The great spirit you so lightly invoked, the 'lord of terrible aspect', is present: not a senile benevolence that drowsily wishes you to be happy in your own way, not that cold philanthropy of a conscientious magistrate, nor the care of a host who feels responsible for the comfort of his guests, but the consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artist's love for his work, provident and venerable as a father's love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between two sexes. <span style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">How this should be, I do not know: it passes reason to explain why any creatures such as we, should have a value so prodigious in their Creator's eyes</span>. </span>It is certainly a burden of glory not only beyond our deserts but also, except in rare moments of grace, beyond our desiring; we are inclined, like the maidens in the old play, to deprecate the love of Zeus. But the fact seems unquestionable."</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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1. I shook George W's hand in 5th Grade. He asked me what my favorite color was.<br />
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2. I play the ukulele. <br />
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3. I hate the Yankees with a passion.<br />
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4. I've married the antithesis of a Tom Tom. <br />
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5. I'm named after my grandpa Judge.<br />
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6. My favorite candy bar is a Pay Day<br />
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7. I had a bowl cut through the 6th grade<br />
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8. I always wanted to go to Space camp, but it never happened.<br />
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9. As a child, my dream vacation was to go to Lego Land (and still is.)<br />
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10. My name is forever written on a brick at the Texas State Fair. Thanks Grandma.<br />
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11. At the State Fair, when I was 10, I won 2nd place in the lego competition with a three-story cafe and a state flag.<br />
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12. I tend to laugh at my own jokes. <br />
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13. I have major problems with redneck Christians.<br />
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14. Much to my wife's disapproval, my favorite outfit is a grey sweatshirt and grey sweatpants.<br />
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15. I could live in Boston. <br />
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16. I'll admit it, I love Taylor Swift. T Swift. Tay Tay. <br />
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17. I never graduated from ski school, so I hate skiing. My wife is trying to ease me back in.<br />
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18. I own a surfboard, but I'm not so great at surfing. I'm working on it.<br />
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19. My friend Sean and I used to keep stats on ever NCAA football game we played. We obviously had some spare time...<br />
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20. I often got deservingly spanked from my grandma growing up. She is now one of my favorite people in the world. <br />
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21. Also, I had a neck and wrist leash whenever my mom would take me to public places.<br />
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22. I fear for my wife if we have a son who acts like I did as a child.<br />
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23. I find too much joy in sneaking up on my wife and scaring her... Which is way too easy.<br />
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24. I love Great Danes and will never own a purse dog. Sorry Ashley.<br />
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25. Arrested Development is my favorite show. <br />
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26. I wish I was good at golf.<br />
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27. My all-time favorite author is C.S. Lewis.<br />
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28. Best book I've ever read is the Screwtape Letters.<br />
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29. I never thought I'd be writing on a blog.<br />
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30. Since being engaged and married to my wife, my facebook pictures tagged have multiplied by 50.<br />
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31. I wish my wife would let me grow my handlebar mustache out. <br />
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32. And wear my American flag bandana in public.<br />
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33. And grow my hair back out.<br />
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34. But I love her anyways.<br />
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35. If I didn't have asthma, I would probably be in the Navy right now.<br />
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36. I can't wait to have a big family. <br />
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37. The greatest thing that ever happened to me was when a lady in the grocery store saw me in my Red Sox jacket and asked me what position I played for them.<br />
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38. I hung out with Michael Irvin at the World Premiere of "Friday Night Lights" in Los Angeles.<br />
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39. I was 50 pounds bigger in college.<br />
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40. I'm trying to talk my younger brother-in-law into being a Wildcat.<br />
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41. I'm trying to turn into a long distance runner.<br />
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42. I beat my wife in basketball. And I'm proud of it.<br />
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43. My kids better go to T Bar M instead of Kanakuk, the kult with a k. :)<br />
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44. I can't stand a limp handshake.<br />
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45. Nothing beats Texas High School football.<br />
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46. I hope to finish writing a book by the time I'm 28. <br />
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47. I love my Sunday afternoon naps<br />
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48. I never drank coffee until I went to Law school.<br />
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49. I married a fox. <br />
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50. I would never have made it to 100.<br />
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I should be studying...Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-32734610513089138702011-01-15T23:21:00.002-06:002011-01-16T19:51:09.310-06:00Mom's 50th!Due to my prolonged laziness in the blog world, it's going to take a few posts to get caught up. This past month has been packed full of family and friends and we have enjoyed every minute of it. Hence the laziness. I'm not one of those people who are glad to be "back in the swing of things"... I'm not gonna lie, I'd rather still be on vacation. :) <br />
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Here is the first highlight of what's been happening in the past few weeks.<br />
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My MOM TURNED 50!! You've got to start with the milestone right? I know she doesn't look it, but Susan L. (you'll never guess her middle name) Davidson turned the BIG 5-0! <br />
I get comments all of the time that my mom could be my sister, which is hard to imagine since I look like a 16 year old half of the time, but I'll take it as a compliment. Jody's secretly praying I inherited these same genes. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>There are few people in this world who consider their mother to be one of their best friends. I'm lucky to be one of them. Hardly a day goes by that I'm not on the phone with her... She always has a listening ear, gives the best advice, and we are constantly laughing when we are together. I envy those people who get to live in the same town as their parents.<br />
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I need to start keeping a list of all of the things she did growing up that I want to copy exactly when I become a mom. She was patient, loving, incredibly laid back, didn't stress about trivial matters, and always found a way talked to us about Jesus and what this means in our lives. She also spoiled us like crazy at times. (i.e. letting us chose every night whether we wanted to be woken up the next morning with either tea or coffee) Spoiled. Oh yeah, and she woke us up with her prayer journal every morning so we could read her daily prayers and scriptures for us as we got dressed. This a memory I treasure and definitely want to copy someday...<br />
She loves her kids well. She loves her husband well, and she has an unrelenting and admirable love for Jesus. Whenever things don't go the right way (which is often), she is the first one reminding us that God is faithful and good in all circumstances. She lives this out. I could go on and on about her integrity, and all the things I see in my mom that I strive to be, but I'll save that for a personal note. Your welcome. <br />
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Love you Mom! You are a blessing to all who know you!<br />
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" You make known to me the path of life; In your presence is fullness of joy; In your righthand there are treasures forever." Psalm 16:11<br />
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Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. Many more blogs to come in the next week. I think.Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-84003593029957634782010-11-28T16:40:00.000-06:002010-11-28T16:40:04.266-06:00Thanksgiving praiseIn honor of Thanksgiving, and reflecting on the undeserved blessings in my life that keep me going day after day and fill me with ample joy, I came across this weighty reflection by C.S. Lewis on the Psalms. It reminds me of the most important thing in my life that I often neglect to show gratitude or praise for... <br />
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"But the most obvious fact about praise – whether of God or anything – strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honour. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise. The world rings with praise – lovers praising their mistresses [Romeo praising Juliet and vice versa], readers their favourite poet, walkers praising the countryside, players praising their favourite game – praise of weather, wines, dishes, actors, motors, horses, colleges, countries, historical personages, children, flowers, mountains, even sometimes politicians or scholars. . . . Except where intolerably adverse circumstances interfere, praise almost seems to be inner health made audible. . . . I had not noticed either that just as men spontaneously praise whatever they value, so they spontaneously urge us to join them in praising it: 'Isn't she lovely? Wasn't it glorious? Don't you think that magnificent?' <b>The Psalmists in telling everyone to praise God are doing what all men do when they speak of what they care about."</b><br />
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We praise what we care about.<br />
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Worship of God is showing our enjoyment of Him. I have no problem laughing at something funny, smiling around someone or something I love, gushing about how wonderful a certain friend is, or cheering at a stadium (I'm actually pretty reserved here, but I'm married to a loud mouth in the stands so I'll add it). BUT, I want to enjoy God in this same way. Enjoy His scripture, His presence, and His promises and blessings in the same way I enjoy food, sports, nature... or shopping. Call me cheesy, but these are my thoughts today, and this is what I'm going to focus on this week as school starts back up. <br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Psalm 16:11</span></b>Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-83101074782204819872010-11-24T10:35:00.005-06:002010-11-24T10:41:18.631-06:00A late post about Wurstfest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZtklJTDSIHcxqeDL-ceJg2gCCYPROGqRBo940bnGUhwLpydapxqyeYxumRvc9inr4i4VbyqtWnAw303rCtbY28NIYpSXqok1a-KDKM2c2NXCOZqe0u7_Dw7MDlsMzKDYG1UKiBuQUmo/s1600/logoMain.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZtklJTDSIHcxqeDL-ceJg2gCCYPROGqRBo940bnGUhwLpydapxqyeYxumRvc9inr4i4VbyqtWnAw303rCtbY28NIYpSXqok1a-KDKM2c2NXCOZqe0u7_Dw7MDlsMzKDYG1UKiBuQUmo/s200/logoMain.png" width="200" /></a></div>SOO, we went to something called Wurstfest. Heard of it? Jody, being from New Braunfels and adoring his home town, thrives on opportunities to visit good ole NB. I'm a fan too. <br />
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<a href="http://www.wurstfest.com/%20">Wurstfest</a> aka "Sausage festival"<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you are not aquainted with this lovely, 50 year old party, here it is: </span>"A unique celebration rich in German culture and full of Texas fun located in beautiful New Braunfels, Texas! Enjoy good fun, food, special events and the finest in Alpine and Bavarian Style Entertainment." </span><br />
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</tbody></table>What I loved the most about it obviously revolved around food (And of course people watching extreme)...it had the most delectable foods OF MY LIFE. Dozens of booths offering well more than 100 kinds of food, from fried Oreos to goulash, funnel cakes, sausage balls and potato pancakes with apple sauce on top. Uh-mazing. I recommend going, if not for this reason alone. <br />
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For those who know about Wursfest, the most important part of the entire celebration are the prestigious men and women of NB who dress up as opa and opas, ("Grandparents") and volunteer to help out with the 120,000 + attendees. I know a couple of Jody's friends (Uh hem, SEAN) have making opa status a life goal. <br />
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Apparently it's quite a big deal in South Texas. Jody has gone every year since 6th grade I believe?? A German celebration / loud, fun music / The greatest food found in the state of Texas. We had a blast with my cousin Daley, and I'm thankful for being introduced to this tradition my husband loves so much. <br />
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How could I forget! We also ran in the Wurst-run that morning... By the look on Jody's face, you can guess who won. :) Of course he has his own story but.... That's all I'm going to say. (We're not competitive at all....) <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgV4gYbsHx9noJDMXBIOLj8JujKWyJxNYggCB2OLKtLbwTDnEZB2BaLlJMjDiqRSMKKYtccmrHYjnnakqwA1xBQk-dwRGXECVT3cosedc7ArQQ1BZyY95Yz0n6GeAZ-mnrdd0ujPyEn8/s1600/IMG_3465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgV4gYbsHx9noJDMXBIOLj8JujKWyJxNYggCB2OLKtLbwTDnEZB2BaLlJMjDiqRSMKKYtccmrHYjnnakqwA1xBQk-dwRGXECVT3cosedc7ArQQ1BZyY95Yz0n6GeAZ-mnrdd0ujPyEn8/s320/IMG_3465.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-1704983297494587302010-11-08T13:13:00.014-06:002010-11-09T21:19:57.179-06:00If you dont' know me by now...<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I keep seeing these "100 things" blog posts popping up, so I thought I would do one as well... some of these might surprise you! </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Jody's "100 things" will be coming shortly. Or maybe "10 things."</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">100 things:</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">1. Amy Grant was, and still is my favorite. Specifically, "House of Love" and "Songs From The Loft." My cousin Daley and I have this in common.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">2. I'm OCD about the STRANGEST things. Ask Jody... If only I was OCD about a clean kitchen or bathroom. If only.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">3. I am completely terrible at hand-eye coordination sports. i.e. golf, tennis, softball... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">4. In college I never thought I'd say this, but I really miss playing basketball.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">5. If I could be one place right now, I'd be in Greece. And I'm not ashamed to admit that this desire pretty much stemmed out of my viewing of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants pt. 2. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">6. I wish I could be Faith Hill's friend. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">7. My 6th Grade kiddos say something hilarious, without meaning to be funny, every single day. One of the many reasons 6th grade is a blast to teach.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">8. I wish Jody was out of law school so we could have a baby. TMI? </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">9. I might be the worst singer of our lifetime, and if I don't know the words to a song, I'll make up my own, much more creative, lyrics. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">10. When I was little, I read for hours every day. Anne of Green Gables was my favorite. I probably read it ten times. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">11. My favorite season usually depends on whatever is right now. So, Fall is my favorite. I'm a lover of change. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">12. I still love to read and wish I more had time for it. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">13. I have a bad case of undiagnosed ADD. Wish means, at all times I'm in the middle of 3 or 4 books. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">14. I'm not a fan of tattoos.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">15. Halloween is my least favorite holiday.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">16. My friend <a href="http://adunaganfamily.blogspot.com/">Abby</a> and I used to be obsessed with gymnastics, and wanted to go to the Olympics, and be like Shannon Miller. I'd be the tallest gymnast ever.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">17. I'm a twin. With Kalee. And I love her more than anything in the world.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">18. I had a horrendous amount of bangs growing up. Thanks mom.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">19. I have a unibrow. Kinda. I have one solid hair that always pops up right in between my eyes. I somehow don't ever notice it until it's either pointed out to me by my laughing husband, or it's long enough to be extremely noticable. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">20. It's stressful at times, but I absolutely love my job. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">21. I wish I could re-run my whole wedding weekend. It just went by way too fast. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">22. Christmas is my favorite holiday. Possibly because of the Amy Grant Christmas CD?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">23. I'm not a foodie. If you ask me about a restaurant, I'll probably tell you I liked it. And I think most food is GOOOOD. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">24. I could eat Mexican food everyday. Or Sharky's. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">25. I was sent to the principles office in 4th Grade. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">26. My mom was my 4th Grade teacher. She wasn't the one who sent me to the office... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">27. I've never really been a dog person, but Jody is hoping to change my mind so we can get two great danes whenever we get a house... someday. We'll see. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">28. We haven't had cable since moving to Dallas. Thank the Lord for Hulu. The Office, Modern Family and Glee are our favorites. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">29. Sometimes I refer to ACU as a cult (lovingly of course), but I absolutely adored my ACU days more than anything. I hope my kids want to go there someday.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">30. I miss college. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">31. My grandparents were "Mr. And Ms. ACU." </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">32. I'm not very domestic, but I want more than anything to be a pro at cooking, sewing and crafty projects. I need to take some lessons or something. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">33. I have the baby name app on my iphone and already have my list narrowed down.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">34. Jody secretly loves when I talk about babies, baby names, etc. He would never admit it. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">35. I tried to dye my hair brown last year. Didn't work out so well. My students informed me it was more of a seaweed color and wanted to know when I was going to dye it back blonde.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">36. I've developed a severe case of claustrophobia in the last year or so. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">37. Traffic and crowds kind of stress me out sometimes. Maybe that's why I love Graham so much. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">38. I love writing / receiving notes. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">39. I can be forgetful. If I neglect to call or email you back, forgive me. And try again. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">40. I wanted to go to the Kanakuk Institute after college. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">41. I usually assume the best. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">42. In my ideal world, I would live in the same neighborhood as my family, or girlfriends from college.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">43. Sour straws and swedish fish are my favorite candies. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">44. If you received a wedding invitation from us, you realized that we have the most TEXAN names. ( I refuse to say hick). Judd Jody and Kristee Sue.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">45. Because of this, we should probably give very sophisticated names to our children. I'll look into it on my app.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">46. I wake up at 5 o'clock most mornings. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">47. I think I would love teaching elementary and coaching High School. Inconvenient.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">48. I played 5 sports in High School. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">49. I love Jesus, which makes me a Christian. But Christians confuse / annoy me a lot sometimes. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">50. Large hoodie sweatshirts are my fav.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">51. I can't wait for us to own a house. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">52. Breakfast is my favorite meal to eat at a restaurant.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">53. I probably won't decorate my house for Christmas until we have kids. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">54. When I laugh really, really hard... it's not pretty. I usually slobber. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">55. I can usually fall asleep any time, any place. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">56. But I wish I could make myself go to bed early. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">57. I love going to weddings. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">58. For some reason, talk radio is very entertaining to me. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">59. Sometimes I wish we lived in Abilene. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">60. I have the greatest cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents in the world.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">61. I love grammar, but I always get confused between then and than. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">62. Salty is better then (than) sweet.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">63. I wish I wasn't a pack rat. I'm admitting it, I get too emotionally invested in "stuff." </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">64. I'm 5'11. Jody is 6'3. We wear sizes 11 and 13 shoes. I'm guessing we will have some pretty large, but cute, children with ginormous feet. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">65. Jody and I both have football coaching dads. One of the many reasons we love the fall.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">66. I love picture frames, books, and shelves.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">67. I love music. Thankfully, I've matured out of my "I only listen to country" days. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">68. I snack. A lot. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">69. Rain makes me happy. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">70. I want to run a marathon with my mom (who will probably beat me.)</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">71. I wish I was a really good writer like my friend <a href="http://www.lcblogs.com/">Lauren</a>. When I was little, I wanted to be an author. I think that would be such an ideal job. I'm willing to say, that's not my gift.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">72. I love everything about being married. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">73. I'm a blog stalker more than I am a facebook stalker. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">74. Loose leaf tea is my favorite. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">75. I would like to have friends over for dinner more often. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">76. I lived in Orange County, California for a year and wish I would have taken more advantage of the ocean. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">77. Road trips are also my favorite. Lots of great memories.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">78. I love company, and I absolutely love dinners that drift for hours... </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">79. I've never had braces or glasses. I tried to lie on an eye test in 6th grade because I REALLY wanted glasses / contacts. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">80. I'm very proud of my Marine Brother who is going to Embassy Duty Training in January. He is such a stud. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">81. I talk to my mom everyday. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">82. My American Girl of choice: Samantha, of course.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">83. To say I get lost a lot is an understatement. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">84. I would love to travel more. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">85. I can't remember the last time I wore shoes with a heel. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">86. I'm perfectly comfortable speaking in front of Middle School students, but I freak out a little when I'm speaking and there are adults in the room. I wish I was a better speaker.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">87. If I'm taking on a new craft / project, I really need my friend <a href="http://gibbgabb.blogspot.com/">Becca</a> to be there to make sure I'm going it right. Too bad she lives 3 hours away. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">88. I'd rather be cold than hot. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">89. I was born in Amarillo, and most of my extended family lives there. I could live in Amarillo.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">90. I hope I get to coach my kids someday. And I hope they like sports. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">91. My weeks are kind of exhausting, so there is nothing I love more then a lazy, relaxing, Saturday / Sunday afternoon. I wish I hated doing nothing. But I don't. I love it WAY too much.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">97. When I played basketball for ACU, Jody loved to yell at the refs if they made a bad call. Embarrassing. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">100. My favorite book at the moment is "Crazy Love" by Francis Chan. So simple, but so incredibly profound.</div>Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-1763662942474121652010-10-11T12:56:00.009-05:002010-10-11T13:42:02.636-05:00Chip's story<div style="text-align: center;"><b>"He is before all things and in Him all things hold together." </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> Colossians 1:17</b></div><br />
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I wanted to share this incredible story of faith and the power of God's sovereignty. Warning: get ready to shed a few tears. <br />
This is a video of a man named Chip Bloecher. He and his family go to church with some of our good friends. Chip suffered from a heat stroke at a Dallas Cowboy's game, ended up in a hopeless coma and well... you just need to watch. <br />
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Some might choose to call this a medical miracle, but there is no doubt in my mind this was the Lord showing his divinity, his power, and his unfailing love. <br />
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Thousands were on their knees praying for this precious man. Thousands were begging for God to spare his life, that he might be a testament to the goodness and grace of the Lord. Thousands were believing that the God we serve is big enough to conquer anything in our world. And He did. He chose to save Chip. <br />
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I know this family would have kept their faith if Chip would have lost his life. They would still believe that God is all good, all perfect and all loving no matter what. That even in tragedy, all things work for the good of those who love God and are called according to <i>His</i> purpose.<br />
In tragedy or in celebration, God is still good. <br />
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But what an encouraging story of celebration this is!! I love the way Chip's wife is literally jumping for joy at the end of the video. <br />
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Oh yeah, and Chip's daughter's name is Hope. :) <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">For the righteous will never be moved;</div><div style="text-align: center;">he will be remembered forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He is not afraid of bad news;</div><div style="text-align: center;">his heart is firm, trusting in the LORD.</div><div style="text-align: center;">His heart is steady;</div><div style="text-align: center;">he will not be afraid,</div><div style="text-align: center;">until he looks in triumph on his adversaries.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Psalm 112:6 - 8</div>Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-31197270594028294782010-09-29T11:40:00.000-05:002010-09-29T11:41:10.338-05:00Fear the frying panFirst post from the husband:<br />
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Marriage comes with a steep learning curve, plain and simple. I have been happily married for over a year and I wouldn’t change a second of it. I have a beautiful, loving, and caring wife who takes care of a child, me. (I estimate that my age of household maturity is around 13, but others would venture much higher because I have facial hair.) However, learning at that age, or any age after a year of marriage, can be a difficult task. <br />
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My father is a physics/chemistry teacher at the magnificent New Braunfels High School, and he tells all of his students different stories in order for them to easily remember certain concepts. This one in particular was entitled “Respect the Laws of Physics.” The cliff note version begins with my mom slaving over the hot stove in order to prepare a meal for my dad. Unsatisfied with the finished product, my father commented, as if a judge on Iron Chef America (not the Japanese Version), on the lack of flavor and presentation. Unbeknownst to him, my mother had been through a tough day and was not prepared for the criticism. Overflowing with righteous anger, she threw a frying pan at my father. Luckily only minimal damage was done, and the only relevance to physics was that heavy things thrown at you hurt.<br />
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As my father imparted this wisdom to me, I must have somehow forgotten its moral. No, Kristee has not yet hurled any blunt objects in my direction, but she should have. Kristee would bust it for an hour in the kitchen, and for some reason I would question the amount of sauce on the chicken. It was as if I was the fat judge telling Bobby Flay how to cook, and I can’t stand that guy. Thinking to myself, this is constructive criticism that is helping her tremendously. Realistically, she should have thrown a frying pan at me. I thank God I married a patient woman. She gave me the time to grow up and realize the bigger picture. She sacrifices so many things on a daily basis just to make my life a little bit easier.<br />
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At the beginning of our marriage my wife didn't like to cook, wonder why? Salads were her go to dish. As the year has progressed, she has blown me away with her cooking ability. Homemade brownies the other day, amazing! Each night she is trying something different, and I take credit for this new passion. My silence is truly golden. All in all, my wife is not afraid of the frying pan, and my diet no longer consists of a steady stream of muchacos from Taco Bueno.Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-47388474549428910932010-09-23T15:46:00.000-05:002010-09-24T08:52:36.442-05:00Happy Bday Jody!Guess what? Yesterday was this guy's birthday!! <br />
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Jody is my favorite person in the world, and the greatest husband. I can't believe we've been married for more than a year! It truly felt like love at first sight.... well second sight. I wanted to marry Jody within a week of getting to know him. Just ask Jordan or Ashley. I became the ACU girl I loved making fun of. I mean, who gets married right after college?? I cannot tell you how much JOY this boy has brought to my life. Everyday with him is fun, and everyday is something I look forward to. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jody, here are some things I absolutely love about you:</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5Kd0Qq8CKntbq_Vns2zyVbe5cAn3-o_2nyVIe1HVtAVdktMV1jdV_GMgyR4X-FMIEFpNS7bWIlt_RXvJ7SQFFTSEMF5LcTzfW1zawULenw00-g5FdQI1vrBTQ8WlDPSJAw_y5PqSqO4/s1600/IMG_1614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5Kd0Qq8CKntbq_Vns2zyVbe5cAn3-o_2nyVIe1HVtAVdktMV1jdV_GMgyR4X-FMIEFpNS7bWIlt_RXvJ7SQFFTSEMF5LcTzfW1zawULenw00-g5FdQI1vrBTQ8WlDPSJAw_y5PqSqO4/s200/IMG_1614.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>You are kind.<br />
You love me.<br />
You are so much fun to be around.<br />
You believe in "us."<br />
You value my opinions.<br />
You care deeply.<br />
You are consistent and prayerful.<br />
You seek your wisdom from the Lord alone.<br />
You are goofy and don't take life too seriously.<br />
You love to dance (See picture below.)<br />
You are going to make for an unbelievable dad someday.<br />
You live each day striving to be the person God created you to be.<br />
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You are the biggest blessing in my life. Happy birthday Jody!!! <br />
<b>I LOVE YOU!!! </b><br />
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</span> </div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">:: James 1: 26 ::</span></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">... James is not playing around. "His religion is worthless." Ineffective. Meaningless. Rejected. Nothing. In other words, if we don't love people enough to watch what we say and how we say it... we are not truly following Christ. Christianity in our hearts and our lives is futile. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">I'm hoping these words resonate deeply in my own heart this week and praying that somehow I will learn to think before I speak. No matter what.</span> </span></div>Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-68370165690759341452010-08-30T21:10:00.000-05:002010-09-23T15:55:29.403-05:00Bob DJody and I are blessed with pretty phenomenal people on both sides of our family. Men and women who are much wiser, not as dorky, and way more hilarious than we could ever be. Two of the people that bless us tremendously are my grandparents, Bob and Myrt Davidson. Grandad and Mimi. We got to spend the weekend with them in Graham, and were reminded how lucky we are to have them in our lives. They are over 80, have tons of energy and really are a blast to be around!<br />
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</div><div class="gmail_quote">If any of my thousands of readers have ever met this man, they know he has A LOT of stories to tell. Stories of traveling the world, stories of his 5 kids, 12 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren, stories of sports, stories of mission and of Christ, stories of struggle and triumph, stories of preaching and of people he loves. He loves telling stories, and some of my favorite ones are about the love of his life. I mean, this man proposed to her through the mail from across the country, freaked out thinking she would say no, and tried to get the letter back from the post office! Luckily, after receiving the letter, she quickly made the long distance call from Abilene to New York to tell him yes and ease his mind. How great of a story is that?!</div><div class="gmail_quote">There is no doubt these two were plagued with struggle and tough times in their journey. When they were our age, they were living in a foreign country, unable to consistently communicate with their family or friends... I can't even imagine. They've never been 'prosperous' so to say, but it never mattered to them. The way these two love each other and the Lord is inspiring. They are historically content and have a passion for ministry that I so desire. Christ has a lot work to do in my heart and I have a lot of selfishness I need to let go. I'm going to try and serve my husband well this week. You can ask Jody how that goes...</div>Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-39621428203570636192010-08-29T22:02:00.000-05:002010-09-02T21:12:08.852-05:00Ash and JorTwo of my favorite, I mean absolute FAVORITE girls had birthdays this past week.<br />
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Ashley and Jordan, your friendship makes my life better for so many reasons. Don't know what I would do without you. <br />
HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY YOU TWO!!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347401176705156981.post-20361627952102000332010-08-03T10:58:00.002-05:002010-09-01T12:53:00.414-05:00Here goes...We're the Walkers. This is our blog. It's only a blog. It's meant to capture our memories, record funny stories, discuss political rants perhaps if Jody is posting :), but more importantly we will write about the good times, the not so good times, and the ways we are being molded as we struggle to figure out, and live out, the Lord's desire for our lives. <br />
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Some of my good friends would be considered pro-bloggers (shoutout <a href="http://www.lcblogs.com/">Elsie</a> and <a href="http://gibbgabb.blogspot.com/">Becca</a>.) I also stalk some lucky women online whose blogs are hilarious and/or inspiring. Their blogs ALWAYS capture my attention and leave me with mixed feelings... 1.) wanting more and more of their words to pop up on my computer screen because it makes my heart happy and 2.) desperately jealous of their creativity skills and wishing I was more like them. Because of our boring, no... content lives, this blog for sure won't match up with any of these impressive ladies. We just don't have that much going on. But it's not meant for everybody, just those who wish to follow our lives. I'll do the best I can ok?? <br />
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We plan to both contribute to this blog, and unlike many other things in my life, I will try to stick with this. Not that I would ever leave something unfinished (eh hem, like my shared, halfway painted bedroom in college.) Right Jordan?<br />
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I'm so excited to be a part of this little bloggy world! Ok, I'm going to go do something important...Kristee and Jody Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385593844761669708noreply@blogger.com3